#that I didn't pay attention when the line got pushed further and further away

[tarjapearce]

Marvelous

Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant! Reader

WARNINGS: Little bit of angst, fluff, protective Miguel. Nudity appreciation, pregnancy, emotional distress over pregnancy, body change.

Summary: You don't feel enough for Miguel. He proves you wrong.

Requested here

Hope you like anon ✨

Being with someone like Miguel was far from easy. Coworkers in Alchemax, that slowly melted into friends, little jokes here and there, a little more trust and the friend line blurred more and more, until, oop! Attraction led the way until love went ahead of it.

And now, a couple of years later, here you were, padding your fingertips and massaging gently the top of your round and pregnant belly.

Miguel was like a happy madman when you told him that you were pregnant. But that also had been the start of a stage you had never seen him before. Overprotection.

If you wanted to get your slippers, he'd bend over and place them on your feet, to avoid you flexing too much. He'd always get behind you as you walked down the stairs, would literally do anything to make your pregnancy easier.

Even though his overprotection could be a bit vexing at times, it had more benefits than anything. Your feet were sore? He'd bring some soothing oils and massage them. You woke up craving something? He'd wake up and drive and didn't dare come back until he got you what you craved. Back pains? None of that as he would be your own personal heat provider.

The man loved you, that was much true.

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As you walked through the streets hand in hand with him, it was unavoidable to not notice the hungry stares some women did his way, then they'd look at you and sneer in a subtle grimace.

Miguel was way into his thoughts to actually pay attention at your mood changing. Self consciousness in your appearance sinking deeper in your head.

"Can... Can we go home?" You halted and he seized you with a curious gaze.

"Thought you wanted to try the place?"

Shaking your head you just pulled him back. The scrutinizing eyes just turned sharper around you. Heart beating faster, some hidden laughs as they glanced your way. You needed to go, your head was spiraling into an unkind tornado of self doubt and deprecating thoughts. Hand squeezed him tightly.

His eyes squinted but he just nodded

"Wanna order food from home?"

You shook your head.

"I just feel a bit tired, that's all." of course he'd notice the little break in your voice.

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You stared at the mirror, naked. Swollen feet, extra pounds that had settled in your hips, inner thighs and arms. A wider back. Stretch marks in every place you reached to see. Dark spots in certain areas, face puffed and breast that didn't precisely offer much perkiness.

Disgusting

Your mind groaned.

How could he look at you and not feel repulsed?

No. He loved you. Right?

He could get another woman once you've given him what he wants.

The mere thought brought tears to your eyes.

He wouldn't. No he would never do such thing

Why would he waste his precious time in someone like you?

Heart beat painfully fast in your constricted chest.

You're just embarrassing him.

Shaky hands took the first thing that they could grab. A sheet.

Hide away!

The sheets were wrapped around your body, tightly. Your legs made you curl in in the corner nearby the bed. Your own corner of shame.

What did he see in you? What had possessed him into putting a baby in you? Surely there were far better and prettier suitors. Suitors that would look the opposite of you in their pregnancy.

You had seen so many gorgeous women which pregnancies were a breeze. Unlike you, all over the place with clothes that barely fit you. Miguel had given you some of his t shirts and jerseys to be around.

Speaking of the devil...

His keys just tinkered as they were put in the usual spider shaped tray in the entrance. He called your name, but it only made you to recoil further in the sheets.

"Mi amor?" His hand pushed the door open and frowned upon watching you on the floor, sniffling and shielding yourself from whatever that had harmed you.

"Princesa?" He approached carefully upon hearing your muffled sobs. His heart gave panicked leaps. Were you hurt?, No. The doctor had said it was a perfectly healthy baby, and there was no visible sight of any emergency in plain sight. His heart wrenched as you covered more in the sheets the more he approached.

"Go away..."

He stopped, but slowly walked to you.

"Miguel, please just-"

He sat next to you.

"Wanna tell me why my wife is crying on the floor and wrapped in a sheet?"

Shaking your head, you wiped your tears.

"H-How can you be with someone like me?"

The question threw him off guard.

"What did... you just say?"

He wasn't angry, just genuinely curious as to why you'd ask such thing.

"From so many options you could've picked, why would you choose me?"

"I'm sorry but I am not understanding."

"C'mon, Miguel. From all the prettiest women you could've picked, you ended up with me. Why?"

His mind clicked at the sudden realization.

"Because I love you, that's why."

You weren't convinced much to his dismay.

"Come." He stood up and helped you up.

He guided you to the mirror in the middle of the room and stood behind you.

"Is this why you wanted to come home?"

"I see how women stare at you."

"So?"

Bit by bit he removed the sheets off your body, despite your meek struggles to keep it on you.

"They're not you."

He placed his arms around your belly.

"Just look at what you're doing. You're carrying my child. My child, Mi vida. You think I would've picked someone else for this?"

His mouth went to your neck, to plant little kisses along your flesh.

"You think I don't appreciate your body going through such changes to keep my child inside?" He kissed your cheek.

"Mírate, chula." (Look at you, beautiful)

You refused. But patience went both ways in your relationship. His fingers took your chin and pulled it to make you see yourself in the mirror.

"There you go. Wanna know what I see?"

He wiped your eyes and sighed.

"I see my wife. Going through a natural process of change."

His hands roamed your hips.

"These hips are my favorite. You know why?"

Not the littlest idea.

You shook your head.

"Because none can take me like they do. And they will literally stretch away in a way I'm still trying to process, just to get our baby out."

"Anyone whose pregnant can do that"

"Not really. You know how many women go through a C section because they can't push the baby out?"

Fingers wiped the fresh tears from your face again.

"But you, just... How can I not feel marveled at you? Don't take that away from me, Mi amor. Besides, you think I wouldn't find you irresistible just because you're pregnant?"

Your mouth was set in a pout and he chuckled.

"You know how much I want you? God, You're gorgeous, mi reina."

You broke in tears and he held you close, hands caressing gently and dotingly your body, he then kneeled to kiss your belly and then kiss you.

"You gave me hope to have a family again. And that's... something no other woman, but you, have achieved. And I would choose you all over again to do so. Got it?"

You nodded through teary eyes and he laid you down.

"Are you hungry?

"Hmm"

He squeezed you softly and kissed your forehead while chuckling

"Such a silly girl to think you're unworthy, really"

"I love you." You'd mumble as you curled into his chest, his hand caressing your hair.

"I love you too, bonita."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #pregnant reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #t writes✨

[brewed-pangolin]

Ribbed for Her Pleasure

A/N: I can't recall who I saved this Soap photo from. If anyone knows, please tell me so I can give credit. 💛

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Explicit Smut, P in V, filthy banter, car sex, slight exhibitionism

Thank y'all for being patient. Seems like the writers block has started to lift a bit, and I'm finally back to indulging myself in Soap filth. Enjoy a nice road trip that turns into an exciting sexcapade. @glitterypirateduck I decided to flip the script on this one. I can't say no to Soap being a menacing tease. @waves-against-a-cliff thank you for sending in my first 🛞⭕💢⭕💢🛞, hope you like it.

Love y'all. And happy Super Soap Sunday!

WC ~2k

4Runner Soap loves to tease while driving on extended road trips.

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It's subtle at first. His warm hand resting on your thigh as you ramble on about nothing and everything under the sun.

He'll steal a few quick glances of your expression to attempt to gauge whether or not he's having the desired effect on you.

If you meet his steely gaze with equal growing intentions, he'll keep his hand resting on your thigh with a loving squeeze as his attention returns to the road ahead.

Yet if you show no reaction to his ministrations, continuing your verbal regurgitation of the weeks events, he'll have no choice but to press onward. His one hand gripped tightly around the steering wheel as the other moved further down ever closer between your thighs.

You feel his hand meandering ever closer to your clothed heat, but pay no mind to him. Only pointing out the next exit as you once more embellish his ears with mindless and unending banter.

Unperturbed by your unwillingness to give in, he sets forth in motion the one move, his last effort against your resolve to force you to finally surrender to him.

You didn't notice the subtle shift in the vehicles trajectory at first. Too focused on your phone and following the tiny icon as it moved along the highlighted route on the GPS.

It was only when you heard the rumbling hum of the tires over the ribbed outer lines of the lanes did you finally pull your eyes and pull your attention to him.

Before you could utter a singular protest, his hand moved the center of your thighs and pressed his index and middle finger into the inner seam of your jeans. Enhancing the continuous feel of the vibrations reverberating under the metal frame as they culminated into the growing throb emanating within your swelling folds.

"Johnny," you whimpered in feigning protest as his fingertips rubbed over the raised center of your trousers.

"What are you doing? Pay attention to the-"

"Shu' it, lass." Soap barked back with a playful bite rolling off his tongue.

"Rest tha' mouth a'yers fer a minute, yeah. Or I'm gonnae 'ave ta put ta better use."

Words failed you as his thick fingers continued to push into the flesh of your clothed cunt. Still riding the jagged lines on the pavement, making you roll your eyes back and bite your lip to quell the muffled moan threatening to escape within the depths of your throat.

"Ya like tha', bonnie? Ribbed fer yer pleasure by th'roadside?" He mocked with a confidence that never failed to make you quiver.

Feeling your arousal pool within in the depths of your soaking heat as his fingers pressed firmly against your swollen folds. Only managing to moan in response, which further fueled his resolve with a guttural growl, pulling his hands away from your growing pleasure and immediately shifting to take the next exit.

"Johnny, this isn't our exit."

"Nah. Emergency stop. Got a full stauner 'ere, and I cannae focus on nothin' else except tha' sweet pussy a'yers."

You turned to face him, eyes glancing down to focus on thr growing tent in his pants. The sounds of 4Runner's engine revving mirroring the sexual tension between the seats as Soap veered the vehicle into traffic, his eyes desperate and focused on finding a secluded passage for some much needed privacy.

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It took no more than five minutes to find one that met his growing needs. A meandering dirt road that ended against an abandoned fence with a rusted and weather tempered 'No Trespassing' sign.

You barely had a moment to unbuckle your seat belt as he made his way to your side of the SUV. Inhuman speed fed by an unadulterated need to take you, unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder with a huffing grunt. Only to be reciprocated by a piercing snicker, accepting your fate as he threw you into the flattened back of the cargo space and greedily began tearing your clothes away.

"Aren't you afraid we'll get caught?" Your pathetic attempt to reason with him only seemed to spur him further into a needy and unbridled rage.

"Fuck 'em. My need fer ya outweighs them bloody regulations." Soap spat back through gritted teeth.

Your exposed form laying out for him as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the chiseled frame that always seemed to render you speechless and begging for him.

Feeling the warmth of your arousal pool within your folds, spreading your legs to invite him in with a confident stare that mirrored his own hungry gaze.

"Steamin Jesus, look a'tha. Already fuckin soakin fer me, aren't ya, bonnie?"

"Always, Johnny. Nobody makes me wetter than you."

Soap's cerulean eyes swirled with glorious intent, flickering between your desperate expression and the glistening folds of encroaching conquest as he hastily unbuckled the confines of his trousers. Pushing the fabric of his pants and boxers down to release his throbbing length, a subtle whimper escaping his lips to the cool air hitting his hot flesh as a stream of precum ran down the tip of his reddened cock.

"Yer always so fuckin pretty like this, lass. Spread out an' jus' waitin fer me."

His jaw tightened to sight of your cunt clenched around nothingness in reaction to his sultry brogue. Splaying yourself out for him like a sacrificial lamb while the deafening sounds of echoing traffic echoed from deep within the trees and rolled around the walls of your private encampment.

"Gonnae fuck ya good, bonnie," he purred lowly with a rolling timbre. Ever so slowly moving like a predator as he encroached and hovered over your flushed and exposed form.

The maelstrom churning within the depths of his eyes luring you to his turbulent sea of ecstacy, nestling himself within the crevice of your thighs as he aligned his hardened cock to the puckering hole of your swollen cunt.

"Joh-" your muffled attempt to calm his name was silenced as his mouth sealed over your lips. Piercing the fluttering walls of your pussy in one fluid stroke, bottoming out with a resonating growl while his hands found purchase under the soft bend of your knees.

"Put yer knees on me shoulders, bonnie." He coaxed, pulling away from your lips to guide the shaky limbs of your legs over the broad expanse of his shoulders.

The sudden shift in position moving him slightly within your tight walls as the greedy flesh of your cunt clenched around his turgid length. Rolling your eyes back with a hissing breath, hands flying up above your head to find purchase within the haul of the vehicle as he laid his dense and muscular form on top of your folded and contorted frame.

"Tha's it, bonnie. Fuckin' clench around me. Lemme feel how much ya need me."

As the sounds of his rumbling voice reverberated within your ears, he glacially pulled his hips back. Nearly pulling out completely before penetrating once more and filling the silken depths of your heat in one fluid and languid thrust. 

Forcing a gravelly moan from within the cavern of your chest, fingers wrapping around the metal frame protruding from the haul as Soap braced his hands on either side of your head and steadily began to thrust himself deep into your greedy hole.

“Johnny- aren't ya gonna close- the hatch?” you groaned, gritting your teeth while he picked up his pace. Steadily pounding his hips against your ass, his lips curling into a cocky smile while his eyes glinted at his mischievous intent.

“Nah, bonnie. Gonnae give em- a good show-” he crooned in response with a breathy growl. Disregarding your concern for the outside world, continuing to pound his cock into your welcoming heat as the creaking sound of the suspension began to echo across the shell of your ears.

You attempted to lift your head and catch a glimpse of the tree laden environment around you, only to be forced back down as Soap changed trajectory once more. Your mouth falling open with a silently pleasured protest as the thick head of his cock ran over a sensitive bundle of nerves deep within your cunt that only he had managed to find.

“Holy fuck!” Your voice hollered over the sounds of the croaking suspension, finally giving into the unrelenting ecstasy only he could provide. Arching your back against the carpeted floor of the cargo space, desperate to meet his powerful thrusts and aid in his direction while he maintained a steady, vigorous pace.

“Found tha’ spot. Didnae I, bon? Gonnae make a mess on me cock? Scream me name as I fuck ya real good? Clenchin around me like-”

“Goddammit! Shut up!” 

His unending banter had finally pushed your quiet resolve to the wayside. Reaching your hand feverishly towards his neck, wrapping your fingers around the chain of his dangling dog tags to bring his running mouth down to your lips and ultimately rendering him blissfully silent. 

Sinking your teeth into the flesh of his bottom lip as you wrap your free arm around the back of his neck. Keeping his chest flushed against yours, a thin sheen of sweat forming between the sliding flesh and forcing only his hips to move as he pumped himself into the depths of your soaking heat.

The wet sounds of your pussy emanating off the plastic and fabric haul of his 4Runner, accompanied by the combined gasping breaths from your chests that formed into a blissfully erotic symphony. A duet only heightened by the most pornagraphic whimper you had ever heard against your mouth as his hips began to stutter and his eyes pleaded for his upcoming release.

“Steamin Jesus, bonnie. I’m gonnae come. Gonnae fill ya up.” Soap’s muffled words vibrated against the flesh of your mouth as your free hand gripped into the thick locks of his mohawk. 

Pulling his mouth away to bury his face into the crook of your neck. Letting your lips seal over the top of his shoulder and silence the strained bellow from within your chest as your orgasm suddenly erupted and coursed through your veins like a violent blaze.

Soap’s hot breath cascading against your flesh with a guttural growl, his hands gripping to the carpeted fabric as he bottomed out in one final thrust and emptied himself against the spongy walls of your pulsing cervix. Pulling his trembling body up to let your legs fall and extend, the burn of over exertion flowing underneath your skin as an all too familiar ache began to form within the buried tissue around your pelvis.

“Jesus Christ, Soap. Where the fuck did this come from?” Your voice hushed in the grips of blissful afterglow, hands meandering to his temples while his body steadily began to collapse above you.

“Donnae know, lass. Thinkin maybe, it was them bloody reflectors.”

Reluctantly, Soap began to pull himself off your overly exhausted frame, only to be pulled back down by your clawing hands and laid his head against your sweat ladened and heaving bare chest.

“Not yet, babe. Just rest a minute.” Speaking in a hushed tone, you pressed your lips against the drenched crest of his scalp. Tasting the saltiness against your tongue and allowing your hands to gently run down the curve of his spine as you felt him steadily give into body’s exhaustion. 

“If you don’t rest, Johnny, I’m gonna have to drive the rest of the way while you sleep this off.”

“Haud yer weesht, hen.” He retorted, his brogue quiet and muffled against the supple flesh of your breast. Your lips curling into a smooth smile as you reveled in the gentle sounds of nature accompanied by the everpresent hum of distant traffic.

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[lustaffairs]

✏️

Smut request with this gif? And dark vibes?

🙏

File room boss

>1k, dark(ish?)!Steve Murphy x boss f!reader

A/N: ty @milla-frenchy. Steve bc the first line of your javi fic the brat instantly made me want to take steve here 😫

WARNINGS: I8+, mildly? dubcon, piv, orgasm denial, creampie.

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Murphy had been acting erratic, and you thought he might have been on drugs. You weren't sure if it was the carnage, the divorce, or both. You asked him to see the DEA counselor, but he never went. One morning you got back from a work trip, and he was even more of a mess. He hadn’t shaved since the last time you saw him. His tie was already loosened. His eyes had darker circles. He looked hot, but you were worried about him. You called him into your office and asked him to give you his service weapon. He rolled his eyes, took it out of the back of his pants, and set it on your desk. Then, he braced his hands on the desk like he might push it across the room. He looked at you darkly.

His eyes were glassy. He asked, “That all? Or ya want this too?” His hand went toward his crotch and your heart skipped a beat, but he was only reaching to unclip his badge.

“Keep it,” you told him. “But I’m putting you on file duty until you get your shit together.”

“Oh come on,” Murphy complained. “You wanna catch this guy or not?”

You glared at him for questioning you. Then you said, “Follow me.” You led him into the file room and he sat on a filing cabinet as you showed him the shelves he should go through. You looked back to see if he was paying attention and he was staring at your ass in your skirt.

“Murphy,” you scolded. “Are you there?”

His eyes shamelessly panned over your body. “Yeah, I’m here,” he answered in a trance, then his eyes met yours. “Just need a second.”

“For what?” you asked. He got off the filing cabinet and brazenly adjusted himself before going to close the blinds. He returned with a darker look in his eyes.

“Sit down,” he put his hands on his hips and nodded to the filing cabinet where he had been sitting.

“You’re on thin ice, Murphy.”

“Just sit,” he repeated in a lower, more ominous tone. He wet his lips and watched as you took your seat. The metal cabinet was cool on the backs of your thighs. Complying was the last thing you should have done, but his display of dominance was turning you on.

He loomed over you, crossing his arms. “Know what I think?” He waited for you to say something.

You rolled your eyes. “What, Murphy?”

“I think you're into bad guys.”

Your face heated up at the accusation. He stepped all the way toward you, and his pants grazed your leg. The cabinet was hip height and just wide enough for him to brace his hands on either side of you. Not to be intimidated, you tried not to pull away. You couldn't do anything about the throbbing between your legs, but you didn't have to show it.

“How many ya thought about fuckin’ a Narco?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed.

"The Lion's a good-lookin' fella," he mused.

"No way."

He nodded. “I see those 'fuck me' eyes,” he taunted. “I see’em." He froze at the bottom of his nod and locked eyes with you. “But never when I’m on my best behavior.”

“Which is when?” you retorted.

He smiled with a barely audible chuckle, then walked his hands further as he leaned in. His face was a few inches from yours, and he smelled like cigarettes and whisky. Your heart fluttered and you were gushing wet.

“Now's your chance, boss,” he murmured. He brought his lips almost to yours, then barely grazed them. The spark between you was too much. You kissed him.

Right away, his tongue slid between your lips, he cradled your head, and used his knees to nudge your legs open. The force of his kiss and his body brought you down flat beneath him.

After you were laid down on the surface, he groped your breast and you moaned softly into his mouth. Your hips lifted on their own, seeking contact..He broke the kiss to mutter, “Good girl.” Then, with one hand, he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and began to tug them down. The bulge in his boxer briefs made your breath hitch.

He stood up to further tug his pants down, then he pulled you by your thighs to the very edge of the cabinet. He threw his loosened tie over his shoulder then hiked up your skirt all the way. You watched his massive hands as he ripped open your pantyhose for access and the cool air hit your dripping cunt.

He looked at your cunt and wet his lips. You wanted him too bad to stop it.

“This doesn't change anything,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head with a contemplative pout. “We’ll see.”

He pulled his underwear down under his balls and you heard yourself whisper, “Jesus,” at the sight of his thick, stiff cock and his big balls.

He nodded and spat on his dick. Then he wet his lips as he ran his swollen tip through your dripping folds and said, “you're gonna gimme my gun back, aren't ya?” You bit your lip and didn't answer, scolding yourself for being so susceptible to this version of him.

He nodded, and when you didn't answer, he began to pull away. Fuck. You could always get him transferred.

You nodded in agreement.

“Good girl,” he whispered, then notched himself at your entrance and shoved inside. You failed to stifle your moan at the stretch, and he quickly covered your mouth with his. He backed up and slid into you again. His lips broke away, then he started slamming into you, pounding you with his big dick. The files in the cabinet were jostling around, then the file cabinet itself started moving and it was all making too much noise. “Fuck,” he breathed and slowed down. You writhed under him, desperate to come. "Door's unlocked, by the way."

"Why??" You whisper yelled, and he didn't answer. He was so reckless, like he had nothing to lose.

“Can't let ya come,” he panted, “you're too damn loud." Fine, you weren't going to beg. This would give you enough to think about and get off for weeks to come. He kissed you and slowly thrust into you for a minute, grunting and sighing quietly.

Then his deep voice broke the silence. “Where ya want it? Inside or on your blouse?”

“Fuck, Murphy,” you whined. “Not on my shirt.”

After a few more thrusts, he bottomed out and pulsed inside you. “Mmm,” you managed to be quiet but not silent. You were so close, but didn't get there. He pulled out right after he finished. Then he put himself together and left the file room alone without a word. Murphy was waiting for you in your office when you got there.

“My firearm?” he asked.

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Ty for reading 💕

#steve murphy smut #steve murphy x reader #steve murphy #dark!steve murphy #cw dubcon #narcos smut #lustaffairs ❤️‍🔥 #narcos fic #boyd holbrook #boyd bungalow ☠️

[smxtncity]

Prep For The Test

Fem! Nerd Reader X Mark, dom!Mark, sub!reader, corruption kink, oral sex (f receiving), edging, fingering degradation, pwp! Minors DNI

"Here are the notes, Mark." You passed a notebook to Mark and he smiled, "You should really stop doing this." He said and you shook your head, "Everyone has things they're good at, you're good at music and sports and dancing and I'm good at studying, we can both help each other out, right?" You blurted and Mark smiled again, "You're adorable." He whispered and your eyes widened, "I'm sorry, I have dance practice-"

"And I have to study, so I'm gonna leave now."

"Yeah, right!" Mark breathed in harshly as you pushed your glasses a little further from the ridge of your nose, a habit you had formed when you started getting tense.

Mark always tried to imagine what it'd be like to be on top of you, hands gripping the sheets and you a moaning mess underneath him but the more he got to know you, the more he felt like imagining those things is as sinful as being in the brain of the demon himself.

You were beautiful, no doubt and the glasses were a delightful addition to your beautiful features. You looked like everything he's ever wanted but when he told that to one of his basketball teammates, he scoffed at Mark, "No one's been able to get in her pants, no one."

But the idea of no one being able to have you made him even more eager to get you and the more he got to know you, the more he understood why no one got into your pants. Your boundaries were heavily set, the slightest touch makes you shiver and move away.

He had once put his hand on your thigh while you were tutoring him and you moved away in such a subtle way that he didn't even notice that it was somewhere apart from where he had placed it.

Somewhere along the line of seeing you as his personal "Mission Impossible," Mark had developed feelings for you, the way your black hair fell on your brown eyes, the way you bit the pencil in your hand when the statistics got a little too difficult for your liking, he had started to now wonder what it'd be like to be with you, the most perfect woman on campus.

You had barely ever interacted with the boys on campus before, Mark being the only person you loved being around. Mark was kind and polite, he always made you smile. Which was something you craved every once in a while.

You had developed the tiniest of a crush on him and you wanted to be his in the easiest way possible. You wanted him to hold your hand, fix your hair and stroll around the campus with you.

Which is why you ended up being more helpful to him than to others, giving him notes, tutoring him and sometimes even taking the bait for him because he was late to class, you were basically always saving his ass.

You were the favourite student of every teacher, exemplary grades in every subject and star student.

When you took up the initiative to tutor Mark, the teachers were even more happy as it was a chance to widen your horizons and look at how the most popular guy at college knows nothing about his college studies.

The first few weeks were difficult because Mark would either be late or he'd be sleepy from all the practice he's had, but when he got accustomed to it, he did just fine and dare you say, he was even good at studying.

He'd grasp concepts fast and learned how to apply functions and theorems into problems faster than you had expected.

These tutor sessions usually happened in the college library after college hours, you had taken up a part time job at the college library and the keys remained with you and as long as the library remained open, people were always around.

It annoyed Mark how at least one student was always looming over the both of you as you tutored him, so he genuinely started paying attention to what you taught him and to his surprise, you kept your patience with him, wanting him to solve things on his own instead of giving him all the answers.

But one fine day, Mark had decided he was done with this, his patience had started to run thin and he decided he needed to take matters in his own hands.

Mark: heyyy, can we meet at either of our houses today?

Y/n: Is something wrong?

Mark: Nopeee, just wanted a change of environment while studying!!

Y/n: Alright, my parents aren't home, how about you come over?

Mark: Can I stay for dinner, maybe?

Y/n: Sure, Mark! I'll cook something for you, my parents won't be home till late at night!

Mark: Ok, see you then!!

Mark smiled brightly, this was his chance, he needed to confess to you and maybe fuck your brains out either of which possibility seemed amazing at the moment.

His footsteps were rather bouncy as he walked up your driveway, he parked his car and stood outside your door, the scent of cologne strong on him as he walked into your door.

"Hey!" You squealed as you opened the door, you were wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt which was low cut, leaving very little to imagination, but Mark knew these were probably your lounge clothes and yet he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your breasts popped out a little from the t-shirt and the way you were so innocent looking at him, he felt like he could be hard any moment around you.

Shaking his thoughts off, Mark smiled at you, "Hi! Shall we start?"

"Sure, come in! Do you want coffee?" You asked him as he shut the door behind himself, ensuring it was locked.

You trudged towards the kitchen and he sat down on one of the bar stools near the counter, to say your house was lavish was an understatement. Your house was everything one could ever dream of, a huge living room, a view to kill for and of course an attached swimming pool and lawn.

Mark felt a little bit of a blush creep up on him, he would've been embarrassed if the both of you were to meet at his house, his was so much more smaller and had no swimming pool- "I don't know why we need a swimming pool when none of my family knows how to swim." Almost as if you'd read his thoughts, Mark's eyes lit up, "Maybe I can teach you."

"You should, at least someone's using it that way, then." You started and placed a cup of coffee in front of Mark as you walked up the stairs, "Come on, let's get to studying!"

Your room was huge too, the lights were somewhat dim and they made you look attractive, your hair was settled right above your breasts and Mark was losing control little by little, "Hey Y/n-"

"Yeah?"

"Have you had a boyfriend before?" He asked you and you looked up from your notebook, "No." You said curtly and looked down, "Why?"

"I was always just a little too focused on studying, so I never really had the time, you know? How many girlfriends have you had?"

"Many." He said softly and you stopped writing and then looked up at him again, he was staring at you, his eyes were downcast, "Have you had your first kiss yet?"

"Yes."

"Great, that means I can do this then, right?" Mark mumbled under his breath as he leaned in closer and captured your lips with his. His fingers curled around your jaw and you froze for a second, before kissing him back and leaning into his touch.

The kiss got deeper as Mark tried to pull you out of your chair and lay you down on your bed, his tongue grazed your bottom lip and you whined at the newfound sensation, your glasses were foggy at this point, Mark's fingers travelled from your jaw to your glasses and he took them off, his upper body was pressed against yours, "You can see without those, can't you?"

"I can." You whispered and Mark smirked, "I knew it, you don't even have that huge a power and yet you wear it around like this." Mark reached the shell of your ear, his breath heavy. His tongue darted out and grazed against it and your back arched, "No one ever done this to you, princess?" He asked and you shook your head, "Has anyone told you what a beautiful little girl you are, whining beneath me because no one's ever touched you before?" His hands grabbed your waist and he pushed you up against the headboard, "No Mark! No, no one has." You answered with urgency, wanting to feel his lips mold with your own again, your lips grazed his cheek and he kissed your cheek before connecting his lips with yours again.

This time Mark didn't take his sweet time in kissing you with urgency, his tongue grazed against your lower lip and you moaned slightly, giving him access to your mouth, he explored every cavern, earning even more whines from you.

You had started to feel something in the pit of your stomach and you swore you felt like you were a little dampened as Mark continued to show you who's in charge by kissing you fervently and exploring your mouth as if there's seemingly no tomorrow.

His hand now travelled from your jaw to your breasts, giving them light squeezes and you felt like you'd lose control very very soon with the way he was treating you.

You wanted more and more with each passing second, you wanted to feel his skin against your own, your fingers travelled to the hem of his t-shirt and you started tugging at it. Mark seemed to notice, he pulled away a little and let his hands slip under your own t-shirt, "Baby, you're so eager, aren't you?" He whispered in your ear as he squeezed your right boob gently, earning a breathy whine from you, "Wanna feel me, don't you?" He asked you and you nodded, his free hand reached your cheeks, squishing them together, "Words, use words." He said nonchalantly and you whined again, eyes closed, "Yes, I wanna feel you." You said, voice muffled, your back arched into his touch and he pulled your top above your head, leaving you in your shorts, "You didn't wear a bra? You wanted me to see, didn't you princess? You wanted me to see how your tits bounce? You think I don't notice? How you open an extra button of your shirt around me, you skirt is a little shorter than when in class, you want me to fuck your brains out, don't you?" His tone was commanding and you felt a blush on your cheek, feeling humiliation fill up every inch of your body.

He had noticed, of course he had, and then when he pushed your legs apart and you felt his clothed hard against you, you knew he wanted this too. A soft moan left your lips when finally something was done to your aching parts, he thrusted against you softly, your eyes closed and you bit your lip, trying to hold back your moans, "Such a mess and I haven't even started." Mark said, making you feel even more embarrassed. "Open your eyes and look at me." He instructed and you opened your eyes, they met his and he stopped what he was doing pulling away and staring at you, you whined again, sitting up and climbing his lap, kissing him urgently, eyes close as you pulled his t-shirt over his head, your fingers traced patterns on his collarbones and he pushed you down in the bed, his hands on your waist, reached down to your shorts and he pulled them down too, eagerly taking your underwear off, he stared at your glistening cunt. "Mark, please don't look." You said softly and he looked up, "You're mine to look at, you got it? I'll look for as long as I want, I'm gonna please my princess." He completed and you leaned back a little.

His fingers massaged your clit and you jerked up at the feeling, you had never felt like this before. It was almost as if every nerve in your body was screaming and yet calming down, and then those fingers entered your hole, making you moan loudly, you had never known you were capable of making those noises, all those women on porn felt so fake but it just felt so right and so good that you couldn't help yourself, and you moaned louder as Mark pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your eyes closed and you felt him stop, "Always watch or I'll stop." He warned and you whined, opening your eyes, "Markie, I don't wanna look." You mumbled, and Mark growled softly, "I'll stop then!"

"No!" You held his hand which was inside you and kept him in place, "You like this? Baby, do u know good girls like you don't behave like this, are you a bad girl?" He asked you and you shook your head, "I'm a good girl."

"Then listen to what I say!"

"Y-yes." You whimpered, your mind consumed by the way Mark's fingers felt and Mark continued, your eyes open and in contact with him as he leaned down and attached himself to your clit.

His tongues sucked on your clit harshly and you moaned, leaning back, eyes closing and fingers reaching for his hair, tugging at them violently, you felt him pull his finger out of you as he leaned down and sucked on you, fucking your hole with his tongue, both his hands kept you in place as he sucked and tugged, making you feel elated and your breath hitch every second. You felt a knot in your stomach, waiting to untie and you felt so close, not knowing what was going to wash over you, you closed your eyes again and that's when he pulled away, his finger stilled inside you and a high pitched screech left your throat, "I was so close!" You opened your eyes and stared at him and he smirked, "Desperate little baby, do you even know what was happening to you?" He asked you and you felt your wires snap slightly, "I was gonna cum!" You yelled out at him, eyes puffy and red, "Mark I was so so close!" You whined and he sat up on his knees, "What did it feel like baby? No one's ever done that to you, have they?" He asked and you felt as if you were fully at his dispense.

His eyes were dark with lust, and you hadn't noticed when he had taken his pants off, "Someone touched you like this before me?"

"No!" You said and then he pulled his singular digit out, "Do you know what I wanna do to you?" He asked and you shook your head, he leaned down, lips hovering over yours, "I wanna fuck you till you are chanting my name like a god. I'm gonna fuck you in every position I can possibly think of, fill you up with all my cum." His hand circled around your neck, "And I'll make sure once I fuck you, no one will be able to satisfy you the way I do, no one's dick is gonna feel like mine." He whispered in your ear and you felt your back arch, tingles running down your spine.

"How does that sound?"

"Sounds so good, Mark." You mumbled, eyes shutting as he pulled you closer, "Look at me." He demanded and you opened your eyes. He pushed his boxers down, freeing his length as it hit his abdomen. "Will it fit?"

"I'll make it fit, babe." He mumbled as he pushed your legs apart, "Your pretty little hole has never been filled up, yeah?" Mark mumbled as he licked his lips and pushed his hair back, he pumped himself a few times before he pushed an inch of himself inside you and a small moan left your lips, "Got you prepped good, didn't I?" Mark asked and you just closed your eyes at the stretch, holding onto his shoulder as he pushed himself more and more inside you. "Mark-" You choked out a moan of his name, "Does it hurt?" He asked you and you shook your head.

It did hurt, just a little and you were fine with it, but the more he kept pushing the more you felt the need to just thrust up into him. "Mark, please move!" You asked him to move finally as he pushed the last of himself inside you, "Princess, patience is key, don't wanna hurt you." Mark lulled dully as he pulled out and slammed into you softly. His pace was slow and steady at first, a few thrust here and there and then he sped up. Moans started leaving your throat undeniably because of how good Mark was fucking you.

Mark on the other hand felt like he was in one of his wet dreams. Your eyes were closed, you were beneath him, hair a mess on the pillow and fingers digging into his flesh, the feeling of you clad around his cock was even more mesmerizing. His eyes would look down at you ever so slightly, the yellow light in your room, highlighting the way your tits bounced everytime he thrusted into you and god he couldn't have asked for more.

After feeling you clench around him and the way your moans increased, he started groaning himself, eyes closed as he felt like you had a chokehold on him which he'd never be able to get rid of, he got addicted to hearing your moans and it was just the first time. He wondered how amazing it'd be to fuck you over and over and look at your pleasured face, one which he had caused.

You felt Mark against your warm walls, pushing in and out and your head started pulsating as you reached your peak, a knot which was stronger this time came round and your nails dug into Mark's shoulder, "Fuck!" You cursed and earned yourself a smack against your ass as he sped up, "Good girls don't curse." He groaned and you stared at him, "Only for you." You felt the knot untie and a gush ran over you, eyes closing at the exhilarating release. Mark fucked you through your resistance, chasing his own high and soon he came too, filling you up to the brim and your eyes closed as he fell to your side.

"How long have you been wanting to do that for?" You asked him softly, turning to look at him, "For a long time."

"So now-"

"I wanna be your boyfriend." Mark said and you stared at him, "My boyfriend?"

"Yeah." He nodded his head and you stared at him, "So this isn't a one time thing?"

"No, I like you. Like a lot." Mark said and you smiled, "I like you a lot too."

"I can take you out to coffee in ten minutes."

"I really think you need to prep for that test, babe."

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[slash-me-please]

HIHI it’s me (again😋) I was wondering if we could get a part 2 on pennywise x entity reader But she’s very sassy and they both go hunt together? (If you don’t feel like it that’s complete fine And I hope you have an AMAZING DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON)

Yess you can miss ma'am

Drought

(Famine's P2)

(Pretending Penny isn't canonically insecure) Warnings: No smut-just heat, talk of sexual themes, "Cannibalism", More feederism? (Is that what its called?), this is so short im so sorry you waited so long, finger sucking.

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Fear

Where was that smell coming from?

Gods it smelt good.

You pressed your face against the metal grate outside of Penny's territory. He loved to tease you, ripping into someones flesh with his many teeth. You always teased him for having a bad case of shark mouth but now all you could think about was the sharp point that punctured your neck that fine day. It was a shame circumstances hadn't worked out back them.

(You wrapped your hands around his fingers, beginning to eat out of his hand- paying no attention when he dropped the body and used his other hand to grip onto your jaw and push his swollen lips against yours. As you began to kiss him back, he reached around your ass and lifted you up against him.

You felt him begin his walk further into his territory and you briefly wondered if he had more food in his den that he could feed you. )

The only thing that lead to was the two of you grinding on each other, dripping in blood. And while that was hot- he hadn't let up on the hogging. You squeezed the bars of the metal grate, the metal giving under your claws.

"What are you up to, Sunshine?" He giggled, walking up to the grate, blood dripping from his many canines. "You're still a fucking thief." You spat, ripping your hands off the metal and crossing them over your chest. "They're mine! Poor poor Y/N, can't find any food." You huffed in annoyance, lips twitching angrily. "Penny, I'm hungry, its been weeks and I'm only getting by from the occasional grandma." You complained.

"Maybe you're just bad at it. Penny can teach you, if you say please." Your stomach rumbled in defeat, lips pressing in a thin line. You waited a moment and Pennywise started to sway and imitate the sound of a clock as you waited. "Sure, teach me how." You replied sarcastically. Your hands crossed against your chest and you huffed, but then he turned on his heel and headed the other way. "Please?" You muttered, face heating.

His face twisted into an unnerving smile, before walking forward and ripping the metal bars from between the two of you with little frustration.

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You ended up in a small field, Penny knew you didn't eat children- so he took you to a nearby park. There were quite a few kids around, but he ignored them and spotted a figure a little across the way. She was isolated and looked like she was going a jog a little took close to Penny for comfort. His hands tensed and he released a little giggle. "Watch Pennywise, Sunshine." You scoffed, eyes trained on his movements anyways.

As she got closer, he watched closely, and soon her foot made contact with the pavement outside the entrance. That was when he struck, right hand grabbing onto her ankle and the left thrusting forwards against the other side. Her ankle split in two, and she fell forwards with a yell. He didn't give her much time to get away, yanking the girl into the small exit.

She flailed against him but couldn't do much as he didn't even seem to be paying attention to her. Pennywise's eyes were locked on yours, and they stayed that way when his gloved hand wrapped itself into her hair and yanked her head backwards- effectively baring her throat to her captor. His mouth pushed back along the red, painted tears on his eyes, and she screeched a deathly screech. Still his eyes watched yours as he took a bite out of her throat. Immediately the woman went still in his grip.

Your throat burned as he watched you, chewing up the bloody remains of a stranger. He didn't bother to clean himself of the blood on his mouth, and your eyes dilated at the sight. "Come, Sunshine." You nodded, stepping forwards and gasping when with his free hand he dipped two fingers into the ripped column of her throat and collected the pooled blood. He brought the same fingers up and pressed them against your closed lips. You didn't need any further instructions- mouth popping open and taking the digits into your throat. You sucked him clean, moaning happily.

"Eat, Sunshine. Pennywise will help you hunt again after." He commands, and you fall to your knees, devouring the woman with a haste. Penny watched with a certain danger in his eyes as you ate her with a passion- eyes closed and moaning. And when he could sense your slowing, he brought his hand to your throat and choked you. Your movements stopped with a halt, eyes returning to his. "What do you say?" He growled, hand squeezing threateningly. "Thank you," And he's satiated, releasing you and watching as you go back to your feeding.

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[beomqu]

day sixteen of KINKTOBER → kitchen sex

w/ Beomgyu

warnings! : dom! beomgyu, sub! reader, making out, slight hair pulling

"I'm home." you yelled once you stepped inside your apartment, taking off your shoes and hanging up your coat. It was late November, and you had to wear your coat and multiple layers under that to stay warm in this weather. You threw your bag on the floor, and stepped further into the room. You sighed as jumped on the couch and layed on your back for a couple of minutes until your boyfriend finally decided to greet you. "Hey, how was your day? I missed you?" Beomgyu layed next to you on the big couch. "So many questions. I'm just glad to be home." you grabbed your phone and checked for any messages and replied to the ones you received. "You can pay attention to me." Beomgyu tried taking your phone, succeeding as you didn't expect it. He got up fast and ran to the furthest point of the room from you. "What the hell?" you raised an eyebrow, but not paying much attention to it you just walked to the kitchen to drink a cup of water. Sometimes you forget to drink water so you end up very thirsty by the end of the day. Beomgyu groaned loudly as you left the room.

You smiled when Beomgyu walked in pouting while you drank your water. "What?" you asked once you swallowed, leaning back against the counter behind you. Beomgyu ignored you and walked up to you, putting his hand on your waist and pulling you into a hug. He leaned his chin on the top of your head. You tried pulling away at first, acting annoyed, but it did feel good. You relaxed into Beomgyu's hold, your arms hanging by your side, letting Beomgyu hold you. You were just about to say something along the lines of 'love you' but feeling Beomgyu's boner against your tummy completely ruined the sweet moment.

"Nah," you pushed away Beomgyu "Can you give me a break." Beomgyu was so hypersexual for real, he can't go two straight days without asking for some type of sex, any is good for him. "I'm just glad you're home." Beomgyu snapped clapping his hands together. "You..." you shook your head as Beomgyu came back to where he was, leaning his hands on the counter beside you, trapping you between his arms. "What?" he smirked before leaning in to kiss your soft lips.

He started off soft, slowly moving his lips against yours, his tongue asking for permission to enter your mouth, sensually moving it with yours together, but as minutes have passed he got rougher and touchy. He was quick to grab under your thigh and sit you up on the counter. "What are you doing to me?" you again, shook your head wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. As he leaned in he pushed his lips to yours, letting you know how needy he was for you. He let out a heavy sigh in between your kisses.

"Fuck." he said as pulled you off the counter, turned you around roughly, and pulled off your jeans. "Gyu whaㅡ" "I can't wait to fill you up with my dick Baby." you crouched down so his head was lining up with your ass. He pulled off your panties and pushed his face into your ass, licking your pussy with his tongue. You layed your upper body on the counter, holding onto it by its side, steadying yourself. He slapped your ass before standing up and clumsily taking off his own clothes, hurriedly slapping his cock inside your wet cunt.

He put his hand on your back, the other one holding your hips in one place as he thrust into you. "Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock." he smirked when he heard you cry out, not being able to hold back your moans. "Shit Baby, you make me so horny." he grabbed your hips, pulling them against his, your skin touching making a loud slapping sound.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hand automatically grabbing onto Beomgyu's hand. As he felt your fingers touch him, he took a grab of your wrist and pinned it against your back. "Fuck Gyu..." you whined together with Beomgyu's groans, your sounds almost angelic together. "Tell me how good it feels. Tell the neighbors how good I make you feel." with his free hand that wasn't pinning down your wrist, he took a grab of your hair, roughly pulling on it making you lift your head up from the cold counter. "Fuck Beomgyu, It feels so so good. Only you make me feel this way."

After you said that Beomgyu got so cocky, his confidence was boosted by a hundred percent. He managed to hit your sweet spot, sending down shivers in your spine, and your legs beginning to shake. Beomgyu felt close to his orgasm so he leaned down, his chest flat against your back, breathing into your ear. "I'm so close, fuck." he told you as you started shaking your head, signaling to him that you felt the same. Beomgyu roughly thrust into you until you both came, jerking his cock on your ass, his cum shooting all over your back. "Oh, shit..." you weakly said, hair completely messed up and tangled, your work makeup smudged from the sweat, and half of it showed on the counter. "I missed you."

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[gurugirl]

Intimate*

Summary: it’s movie night and Harry fucks you on the same couch your mom is sleeping on, and some feelings pop up 1.7k words

Warning: Stepdad!harry, dark!harry, inappropriate relationship between stepdad and stepdaughter, smut, unprotected sex, cheating, DDlg kink, degradation, face slapping

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Your mom wanted a movie night so she could spend time with you and Harry as a family. When you got into the living room your mom was curled up against the arm of the couch with a pillow and big blanket draped over her and Harry’s lap. You turned the lights off to ready the room for the movie.

You felt the smallest twinge of jealousy. You knew what you were doing was wrong and you didn't deserve to feel jealous. Harry knew it too but you still hated that Harry wasn’t actually yours. You even heard them have sex a couple of times over the last few weeks which had you feeling nauseated and on the verge of tears.

But you also knew that Harry had sex with you a lot more often. It helped you feel a little better but then that was even lined with guilt because what you two had been doing behind your mom’s back was simply wrong. You were always in a state of jealousy and guilt.

You sat down on the couch at the opposite end against the arm opposite your mom, with Harry in the middle but wrapped into your mother. He didn’t even glance your way as you sat down on the couch.

Your mom started the movie after you were settled and you tried to pay attention to the movie. You could hear Harry whispering something to your mom and you huffed as you pulled at the blanket to drape it over your legs, hoping to get Harry’s attention away from your mom.

The movie wasn’t interesting enough for you to know what was going on but also because you were hyper focused on Harry and your mom. You tried to calm down and you hid your frustration well. Or so you thought.

An hour into the movie your mom was snoring lightly and Harry was still ignoring you. You pulled at the blanket again and this time Harry sat up and looked at you, slowly shaking his head.

You just shrugged and then looked back at the TV, trying to act as if you were unaffected by him. When you felt the couch cushions move and could see Harry from your peripheral you turned to see him removing himself from your mom and watched as he faced you and licked his lips.

He spoke in a quiet whisper as he leaned closer, “Take your panties off.”

You scowled at him and breathed out a quick laugh and just as you were about to shake your head and tell him no he was moving himself to you and unbuttoning his pants.

“What are you doing?! My mom is right there, Harry!” You whispered at him, pointing toward your sleeping mother.

Harry frowned and grasped your neck, pulling you upright, “Who the fuck am I? Wanna try that again?”

You could feel the pressure of his fingers on your neck and you knew what he meant.

“Daddy. What are you doing, Daddy?” You rolled your eyes and in a mocking tone called him Daddy.

He let go of your neck and slapped your cheek, causing you to gasp.

“Fucking roll your eyes at me one more time. Go on.”

You wanted so badly to roll your eyes again and talk back but Harry’s punishments were not to be taken lightly. You were still sore from the ass beating he gave you this morning before fucking you dumb. You couldn’t get up for almost fifteen minutes after the pounding he gave you.

“S’what I thought. Now take... your panties... off.”

You quickly removed the material from your lower half, as you were only wearing a long t-shirt.

As soon as Harry saw that your panties were gone he pushed you back against the arm of the couch and lowered himself in between your legs, giving a hot, wet lick to your cunt. Harry settled in further, putting his arms under your thighs and angling you for better access.

“Such a fucking slut for Daddy, aren’t you? But fuck your pussy is fun to lick into. My little sticky cunt…” he began lapping at you and licking over your clit. You kept your eyes on your mom who was angled away from the vision of the the of you.

Harry’s words were quiet and dirty and you were biting your lip to keep silent. The sound of the movie and Harry’s tongue gliding back and forth over your wet pussy were the loudest in the room.

When Harry felt you were wet enough he lifted himself from his position and then pushed your legs in to your chest as he spoke lowly, “I think you’re ready for Daddy’s cock now. Made a big mess all over my face.”

“But, Mom is right there!” You tried to sit up but Harry overpowered you and kept you in your spot with your knees pressed into your chest.

“Observant for a cock slut, aren’t you? Guess you’re just gonna have to keep your mouth shut then, huh?”

Harry pulled himself out of the front of his briefs and brought his thick tip to your entrance. He teased you a bit, sliding himself up and down your warm labia, your arousal allowing him to slip through your folds easily.

He needed to be inside of you though. Harry started to imagine it was you he was holding rather than your mom earlier. As much as he felt toward your mother, you started to take up a lot of space in his head. A part of him felt bad that you had to watch him with your mom. He was sure you didn’t like it, especially when he would have gone into a blind rage if you ever brought any guy home or wanted to date anyone else. He didn't even want to think about you having ever had sex with another person. It made him feel physically ill to imagine. But he knew he had no right to feel possessive of you.

When he pressed his tip just past your entrance you both panted quietly. He kept his eyes on you as he bagan to pull out and push back in, dragging himself out slowly and then thrusting into your soaked cunt.

“Ffff… mmm…” you breathed out as Harry kept a languid pace.

“Feels good, huh, baby? This tight fuck hole, just dripping for Daddy’s long cock.” He was losing his mind. You felt so good. He was becoming obsessed with your pussy. Couldn’t get enough. He’d already had you this morning once and he needed more. Even if your mom was laying a few feet away asleep.

“Yes, Daddy. Feels so… ahhh…” you whispered. You needed to be quiet but Harry always made it so hard. Though, he couldn't really fuck you hard like he normally did since his wife was just behind him.

Harry kept his eyes on you, admiring how you were enjoying it. You really loved his cock and he really loved your pussy.

When he brought himself down and pushed your legs to the side so he could lean over you and push his lips onto yours you felt a shockwave of butterflies fill your tummy and you lightly moaned into his mouth. He'd kissed you before but this felt different. His mouth was soft on you and the way he was fucking into you so gently with long and deep strokes felt very intimate. It felt like something a man would do to a woman he had feelings for.

Harry grasped your soft thighs and rolled his hips into you, his long cock reaching deep into your tummy, squelching as he plunged into you.

“Fuck, baby…” Harry groaned, his lips at your ear. This felt very amorous, not like what you usually did with one another. Normally he was rough and a little mean.

“Yes, Daddy… feels really good like this.” You reached up to kiss him again, wanting to feel his mouth over yours while he was fucking into you.

He didn’t pull away. He kissed and licked your lips and sucked your tongue and then he moaned.

The way his hips were in contact with yours, the hair at the base of his cock rubbing into your clit repeatedly had you holding back the moan that wanted to tear out of your lungs when your orgasm pulsed through your body.

Harry tried kissing you through it, keeping his lips on yours and licking into your mouth as you panted and quivered below him, sliding his cock steady in and out of your drippy pussy.

Then he started to see stars as he began to come inside of his stepdaughter’s cunt. He couldn’t keep his lips moving over yours anymore when his stomach twisted in pleasure and could feel how you were squeezing over his cock, milking him of every drop into your tummy.

“Fuckin’ feels so good. Shittt…” he whispered as he emptied himself completely and stilled his hips as you began to come down.

When Harry lifted his head and looked down at you he pinched your thigh but when you tried to squirm from him he softly chuckled and held you in place so you couldn’t move away. And suddenly he pressed his lips to yours and gave you a quick and sloppy kiss. The whole interaction with him had been out of character. He was almost playful, loving.

When he finally backed up and untangled himself from you he kneeled up and tucked himself in, keeping his eyes on you. He looked deep in thought, his green eyes boring into yours, vertical frown lines between his brows appearing…

Then he looked at the floor, leaned over and picked up your panties, grabbing at your ankles he slid your panties over your feet and up your legs and to their final resting place snugly at your hips. He’s helped you put your clothes back on before, many times, but again, this time seems very intimate. It’s different.

And Harry feels like it’s different too. Maybe it’s just for tonight. Or maybe it’s just a fluke. But he wonders if why he feels warm when he looks at you sometimes is because he is feeling something a little deeper for you than he should.

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[swimmingismywholelife]

Cuddle Bug

Summary: Gio just wants your attention.

Warnings: Suggestive comments, LOTS of fluff

A/N: I had this dream about Gio a little while ago and I literally can't get it out of my head and lowkey Gio has been coming for my life soooooo here you go I promise I have more Christian/Kepa content on the way but if y'all want more Gio (or others depending on who it is) I can do that too

WC: 1K

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"Babe. Baaaaaabe. Pay attention to me," your boyfriend whined, dropping himself on top of you as you laid on your bed.

"G stop!" you giggled trying to continue scrolling through your social media. "You're distracting me!"

Your boyfriend had been annoying you since the moment he got home from training. It had been a while since your schedules had lined up and you had the entire afternoon to yourselves. This of course meant that Gio would be extra clingy, which was the whole reason you were playing hard to get in the first place.

Gio pouted, sweetly kissing your cheek before making his way down, lips leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck.

"I want attention," he said lightly biting down just below your ear.

You dropped your phone involuntarily as your head leaned away from him, further exposing your neck. Your head reached up to entangle your fingers in his curls.

"You're such a baby," you teased, trying to hold in your moan as he bit down harder to leave a mark.

"I'm your baby," he said as he continued his teasing. "So give your baby attention before I have to take matters into my own hands."

"Like what Gio?" you teased further, wanting to annoy him just a little bit more.

His hands roamed to your hips, pulling you closer into him. You closed your eyes, allowing you to enjoy the closeness to your boyfriend, missing him just as much as he did you.

You finally took his face in your hands, bringing his up to yours to kiss his lips lightly.

"Are you happy now?" you asked, smiling at him.

Gio responded by kissing you repeatedly. You giggled between pecks, reveling in the attention he was giving you. He kissed you deeply before pulling away, placing his forehead on yours.

"You're supposed to be giving me attention but somehow you've uno reverse carded me," he said, looking deeply into your eyes.

One of Gio's favorite things to do was stare into your eyes. He loved how they shined whenever the light hit it just right. It just made you that much more beautiful.

You broke his gaze feeling vulnerable underneath him.

"Stop looking at me like that you're making me nervous!" you pouted hitting his shoulder lightly.

"Looking at you like what?" he said grabbing your chin so you could look at him once more.

"Like that!" you said shyly. "It makes me nervous you know that!"

"I'm looking at you like I always do," he teased.

You knew exactly what game he was playing at. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud.

"You know what I mean," you mumbled.

Gio pretended like he couldn't hear you, shoving his head into your face and tickling you.

"Sorry what was that? I think the line is disconnecting babe can you say that again?" he asked pretending like he was on the phone, being careful not to crush you under his weight. You whined in protest as he squirmed.

"G this is a real life conversation!" you said in between giggles, trying to push him off you.

"Baby I can't hear you it's too dark in here! I think you're gonna have to speak up!"

"Okay, okay! I give! I give!" you rolled your eyes fondly at your boyfriend.

"So what was that you said? Something about eyes?" he asked resting his forehead against yours once he finally stopped his antics.

"You know I get nervous when you look at me like that," you grumbled out.

"Like what baby? I don’t know what you're talking about. I'm just doing what I always do," he teased again.

You brought your head to the back of his head, fingernails slightly scratching and intertwining with his curls.

"Like you're in love with me Gio," you said shyly.

"That's because I am in love with you Y/N."

He gently kissed your forehead, making you smile.

"I'm in love with you too G. But lowkey you're kinda crushing me right now," you admitted, the weight of his body on top of yours being a little too much for you to handle.

"Oh baby, why didn't you say so earlier? I'm so sorry!" Gio said quickly getting off you. He switched his positioning so he was also on his back, turning to his side to face you.

"It's okay," you giggled kissing his cheek.

He held your face with one of his hands, gently stroking it with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, eyes closing with content.

"What did I do in my past life to deserve you?" he whispered in awe, mostly to himself. "So fucking beautiful."

You opened one eye as he kissed your forehead again, causing you to flush underneath him.

"You're so touchy today G," you said as he pulled your body closer to yours. "Is everything okay?"

"I just missed you is all," he answered. "Feel like I haven't been spending as much time with you these days as I want."

He pressed his forehead further into yours, needing to feel as close to you as possible.

"You've been so busy these days," he continued. "And I've been traveling so much. I haven't seen you and I just wanna be with you."

"It's okay," you said, tracing random shapes on his arms. "We're here now and that's all that matters. We have a whole afternoon to do whatever we want."

"Can we just stay like this? I just wanna hold you," he said softly.

You looked up at him beaming. God did you love this boy.

"Yeah of course we can, G."

A comfortable silence fell as you enjoyed being in the presence of one another. These were the moments you lived for. You loved Gio Reyna, US international who played for Borussia Dortmund. But more than anything, you loved Gio Reyna, the man who was willing to do anything and everything for you just because he loved you. And you couldn't be more grateful to not only have him in your life, but to also be able to call him yours.

"I love you Gio," you whispered. "So much."

He brought your lips back to his, pouring all of the love he had for you into a deep kiss that just felt right.

"And I love you Y/N. I really do."

And just like that you were exactly where you belonged.

Taglist: @notsoattractivearenti @lovelynikol16 @chilwellspulisic @nyctophilic0vitnir

#gio reyna #gio reyna x reader #gio reyna imagine #gio reyna fic #gio reyna fluff #swimmingismywholelife

[smartycvnt]

good for nothing

pairing: rhea ripley x reader

summary: you cost rhea a win and she reminds herself of what you're actually good for.

warnings: smut, strap on, top rhea, bottom rhea, rough sex, degredation

Rhea was absolutely fuming. Your nervous flitting around her couldn't have been helping much, but you didn't know what to do. Rhea had lost, which usually meant she wanted space, but she also had gotten sort of hurt. You wanted to dote on her, and she hadn't pushed you away yet. Was she barely acknowledging that you were there? Yes, but that wasn't her directly telling you to fuck off. If Rhea really didn't want you around, she'd be very direct in letting you know it.

"Keep your hands to yourself," Rhea said coldly as you reached for her bags. You quickly put your hands down at your sides and stepped aside as she pulled the bags from the back of the car. She took the shared suitcase you had brought, her gear bag, and yours. You smiled a little to yourself, even angry with you, she still wanted to do nice little things. You could never ask her about it, if you did, she'd probably stop immediately or tell you that she was just used to it by now.

"I'm sorry about tonight," you apologized quietly. Rhea huffed and dismissed it. She tossed your bags on the couch and went straight back to her bedroom. You locked the front door and then followed her. Rhea was sitting on the bed rubbing her shoulder when you got into the bedroom. She didn't look up or over at you, instead staring at her phone. You sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her, hoping that she'd acknowledge your presence. Rhea ignoring you always had this sort of effect on you, which you hated. Somehow, she was able to turn you into an attention-starved little bitch. In those moments, you'd do anything for Rhea to just pay attention to you.

"Stop your staring, it's distracting," Rhea told you. You looked away, for a few minutes at least, before going right back to staring at her. This time, there was a bit of anger behind your eyes. Rhea picked up on it, a smirk on her face as she turned to you. "I told you to stop staring at me. Obviously tonight somebody isn't very good at taking direction."

"Maybe tonight Liv was just better than you." You knew that you'd crossed a line with that one. Rhea's jaw clenched and she reached forward to grab your face. If you didn't know and trust Rhea as much as you did, perhaps you would have been afraid of her. She'd grab you, push you onto the bed, and fuck you until you begged her to stop and would be practically bedridden the next day, but when it was all said and done, Rhea was softer and sweeter.

"Bold coming from you. The only time you've been useful this past year is when I fuck you. You can't win or get a win, and I'd hate to break it to you, but talent isn't sexually transmitted," Rhea said. Your cheeks flushed a little, but you kept a hard face. "Get mad at me Y/n. Come on, get mad and walk out here. You can't do it, can you? You know that I won't chase after you. You know that you can't take care of yourself like I can. Say it and I'll fuck you into the drooling, messy little slut we both know you are."

"Please Rhea, fuck me," you begged. Rhea sneered at you as she pulled your body against hers. A lip bruising kiss ensued. You gasped at the first opportunity of air with burning lungs. One thing you loved about Rhea was that she always pushed you a little further than what you knew you could go.

Rhea flipped you onto your back and pulled you back towards the edge of the bed. Her hands found your hips easily, tugging your pants and underwear down your thighs. You were already starting to get wet, but it wasn't quite enough for Rhea. She ran her fingers through your folds as she gathered and spread your wetness. If Rhea didn't have to use lube, then you knew she wouldn't.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you made me lose on purpose, so I'd fuck you," Rhea said as she slid inside of you. You got barely a second to adjust before her hips were slamming into you. Rhea reached forward and wrapped her hand around your jaw, securing your body against hers as she thrust into you. "But you're not that clever baby. No, you're just my cute little fuck toy. That's what you're good for baby."

"Rhea." The gasp came as a warning, one that if Rhea continued with what she was doing, you wouldn't be lasting very long. Rhea continued with the unrelentless pace until you were cumming around her strap. She kept herself inside of you as she pulled the both of you into a different position. Now, you were laying on your side with Rhea still inside of you but laying down too. One hand wrapped around to play with your clit as she rocked her hips back and forth. You buried your face in the pillow to keep quiet as you came again. Rhea rolled away from you a little after this, allowing you to come to her if you wanted to cuddle.

#rhea ripley imagines #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wwe x reader

[yottakitsune]

Corvana eyed you up and down as you approached her in broad daylight. She clicked her tongue behind her mask a few times as she thought in silence. "So what is it you want? You know most of my services are outlawed now." She listened to your problems and as you spoke she would click her tongue again.

"Come back to my hut, then. I might have... something... I don't know. This might be beyond a simple plague doctor's potions." You followed and attempted to look sick. After the ban of most magical practices in the kingdom, most plague doctors could only get by as regular doctors. They were only allowed to brew the most basic of healing potions, with the vast bulk of their wares liable to get them executed. Largely due to the king's paranoia and fear.

Once in her hut she led you to the basement where you saw what you needed to; reagents and potions lined the walls and you could practically guarantee that not all were used for minor healing potions. She talked to you about her craft, though you didn't pay much attention. She tried to reach for a bowl of something on a high shelf and her sizeable bust pushed the shelf every time she got close and made it wobble.

You offered to help and she thanked you. You got down the bowl of some white and black substances and she took it to the table in the center of the room and began mixing various things. She chanted in some strange tongue as the brew was made, further confirming your suspicions, and while she focused on the potion you grabbed the shelf behind her and yanked hard to try and use it to bring about a poetic end to the heretical physician.

She shrieked in terror and pain as countless vials, bottles, bowls, and jars rained down on her before the heavy shelf crashed down on her and smashed her into the current concoction, crushed the table, and left her there pinned and helpless as the candles lit things on fire. You took that as your queue to leave.

Days passed, you were paid for your service and testimony along with the evidence they collected from the wreckage, and you were living a better life. That is until you were approached by Corvana. "I should thank you," she said as she loomed over you. She was more than twice your height in addition to being covered in black feathers. "All those potions you dumped on me changed me."

She took a step forward, and you could feel her footfall through the ground. "I've been growing, you see." The square was empty save for the two of you, and she loomed over you. "It's painful..." She put a clawed hand over her breasts where her heart should be and winced. It was then you realized she wasn't wearing a mask anymore. That was an actual beak. "...and I find myself so angry now..." She grunted and fell to her knees as her glowing red eyes lit up your face. "...and the angrier I get..." Before you knew it, her head was above yours again. "...the faster I grow..."

"...and what would make me angrier than the sight of you?" She doubled over, kept in a kneeling position only by how massive her breasts had become, and you could see her filling the square, her sheer size crushing everything around her as each breast alone was bigger than the buildings they squished against to either side.

You ran. It was the safest thing. "You shouldn't do that!" Corvana bellowed in a voice louder than you had ever heard before. "Running away when I'm so close to revenge will only make me angrier!" You tried to ignore her and the sounds of crumbling stone as you made your escape. You ran down a side alley and left the city behind as you tried to scale a mountain. The castle was up there it was safe. "There you are," cooed a familiar voice that was a lot deeper than you remembered it being.

You watched in horror as Corvana towered over the cliff that held the castle. "Were you hoping to hide here?" She scoffed as she lifted a lair of breasts that seemed to swell with eagerness for what was about to happen. She casually leaned forward and let them fall with the force of a meteor thrown by a god. "I guess the king was right about magic destroying him."

She dusted off her breasts and grinned down at you. She sprawled out over the city and looked up to you. Everything was gone, and she just kept getting bigger. "Please. Run again. I could use another boost."

#breast expansion #furry art #giantess growth #ai art

[inun4ki]

i’m sorry i wasn’t here, not just tonight, but every day. i haven’t been here. i know that now.

random sentence prompts

He's not paying much attention - too little, too late, anyway. Empty packages of bandages, gauze, a curved needle, and thread were strewn about in bloody piles, evidence, now, of the self-inflicted lacerations on his arms and upper thighs; Having to use his Blood Sacrifice technique more and more frequently, give away lifeblood and pieces of himself just to scrape by. All in a day's work, he supposed, just desserts for doing his thankless job, protecting thankless people. By the times things were through, would he have anything left? Would the hands so possessively cradling him, interrupting his desperate attempts to stop the bleeding- Would they still? Would Naoya still touch him, fight with him like they were kids, and kiss him when no one was looking? Would he still want him if he were ugly and torn up, thoughts a shattered mess, if his gaze was empty and his bones were tired?

He wanted him to, for the loop of his arms to make him feel safe, needed, cared for...for those words to bring him comfort when the weight he bore was at its heaviest. But could Kaede relent? Tear himself from the aftermath of a battle hard-won and sink into layers of fabric and skin, lean on him - finally, at last - and trust he'd still be there in the wee hours of the morning, holding him tightly like he'd fade away the instant he so much as shifted? He wanted to be cruel and push him away, tell him it didn't matter what he said, that he needed to leave, fuck off and go home...but all he could do was tremble, arms too weak and achy, still slick with blood. He breathed a shaky breath and hid his face in Naoya's chest instead, gaze fluttering shut, wincing at the slightest motion.

A relationship he couldn't enjoy to its fullest. There was always something or someone pulling at both of them, too many lines they couldn't cross, too many secrets they had to keep, the looming threat of death each and every day. But he wanted to. How he wanted this to be all there was, freed from the shackles of jujutsu society and allowed to indulge, to love, to keep Naoya's bed warm and his mind occupied - no more blood, no more pain, no more hatred and anger.

Was it wrong of him, to think of nothing else but the false hopes of a future they could share? Death was more than a possibility - it was a certainty, the longer Geto Suguru got to play his games. With every curse he exorcised, every life he couldn't save, Kaede felt further and further away from his shittiest friend - the man he loved most, wanted to see and kiss and writhe under like a lovesick puppy most. Hold hands that'd hurt him before but dug into him now, appreciate the rare softness in his voice, accept his apology.

Oh-so weakly did he grasp at cotton and silk, limply tugging at Naoya as tears welled in his eyes. He didn't want him to see him this way - bedraggled, every hair out of place, clothes shredded to mangled bits, shivering coldly in the dark while shadows tended to his wounds, ugly and torn apart with blood on his hands. He didn't want him to think of him as weak, too soft, to much of a princess to handle the violence he came to meet day in and day out. He didn't want to be seen for the husk he felt he was, not by him. Not by Naoya. He could stomach it from anyone but him; He could take an execution order on the chin, survive being ripped to pieces by curses, withstand cruelest treatment, but he couldn't take Naoya looking at him as if he were broken, damaged beyond repair.

Even if it were true.

Any other night, this tender apology and distracting embrace would've comforted Kaede. It only made the burn in his heart ache all the more. Still, he burrowed, seeking the warmth Naoya offered him, a quiet desperation to the grip he had on his kimono. He could hear his heart beating in his chest, rhythmic, familiar, erratic... Apologizing was hard, and it must've been harder still for him. The thought made lips quiver and tears overflow, that so much pride be swallowed on his behalf and turned into something so tender and necessary. Guilt settled in, followed by self-loathing and a bitter seethe, silk moistened by the salt of his tears. Was he so ungrateful, so damaged that he couldn't give this to Naoya? Never mind numbly throbbing wounds in need of bandaging. Was he so selfish as to deny him, turn him away, whimper in the cold, empty dark of his room-- Hide from him?

Kaede pulled away, lifting his head, miserable cornflower meeting the gold that matched. Always and ever so handsome, no matter the anguish, haughtiness, smugness. He blinked through the tears, trying his hardest not to be further diminished by the whirlwind of emotion and thought coursing through him. Naoya took the time, found him in spite of baleful family members on both sides, and pulled him into his arms to be there for him now.

And it was enough, it was enough - appreciated in time.

"Naoya..." he rasped, mouth going dry, feeling a sharp pang in his chest at the sight of his blood staining the Zen'in's kimono. But he pushed through it, set shaky hands upon his face and grimaced sorrowfully as blood was smeared into his skin, too. He couldn't stop himself from weeping, he knew, but-- He couldn't let him go, not without him knowing his efforts hadn't gone to waste, that what he felt hadn't been ignored. Kaede wasn't perfect, and he was far more selfish than even he realized, but this was genuine, wasn't it? This was real, wasn't it? He meant it...?

"I-I don't need you to...baby me," he rasped, a painful tweak to the hollow of his voice. "I don't need any apologies... What - matters is that you're here now. W-with me. And it's...it's enough."

#死/// Inquiries. #死/// Time is Better Spent Alone With You; Naoya. #/ it got long and sad and i am not sorry #/ take my novel #/ im sorry he's having a crisis #divinezenin

[ephemerallyobdurate]

[ starter for @just--a--jinx ]

. a jinxed first job .

When Silco had informed Sevika that Jinx would finally be coming along on a job with her crew to play her part in his business, she'd bit her tongue out of respect for the rising industrialist, and waited till she was out of sight to punch a hole through a table- that kid was nothing but trouble, and she knew it.

Sevika had pitied with the poor kid initially when they'd found her looming over Vander's corpse, wailing, filled with a biting hatred for her family that anyone who aligned with Silco probably knew all too well. Silco's crew was a reckless, brutal, unforgiving force that kept the Piltovan elite at bay and pulled the strings of most of Zaun's enterprises, but most of those people didn't end up in this line of work without having a past to run away from, or a bitter home-life to forge them into such beautiful, broken things.

Yeah, initially she'd had a soft spot for the kid. That being said, after years of blown up supplies, tripping over cogs and screws and things that looked like harmless wind-up toys but were actually nail bombs, and the kid's incessant curiosity and vibrant energy always entering her peripheral when she thought she finally had a moment of solace in a day to soothe herself with the numb thrum of bar music and the strongest drink the lanky Last Drop bartender could muster up-

her pity eroded away into frustration.

Further, that little kid wasn't a kid anymore- she was an adolescent, capable of doing real damage. However loyal Jinx seemed to Silco, Sevika couldn't help but concern over the prospect of her switching her loyalties the second an old face showed up. Sure, Vi was dead as far as Sevika knew, as were the rest of Jinx's old buddies, and she seemed all the better for it- but the antagonism she harbored as a kid towards her old family might not last forever, especially as she stepped into the world of teen angst and identity crises.

There was nothing she could do about it though- as she propped herself up against a barrel of shimmer for a smoke, ashy grey tobacco lit up in violet by the glow from her mechanical arm, she didn't take her eye off Jinx's position for a second, spare to check the time as they waited for a deal to be made.

Her only mild, ineffective reassurance was this was possibly one of the best first jobs for Jinx to come along with- they weren't even leaving Zaun for this one. It was a quick exchange- a truck-load of shimmer with a local contact to reinforce Silco's alliance with the chem-barons. As soon as they got their pay, the goods weren't their responsibility any more. All Jinx had to do was observe, wait, and help them out if the deal went wrong. Which it shouldn't- so all she had to do was be there... she could do that, right?-

Sevika decided it wouldn't hurt to run over the plan again one more time.

Tapping the heel of her boot with an anxious rapidity against the concrete beneath her, she pushed herself up and approached the girl, folding her arms together as she gave her a condescending once-over,

"You better not pull any stunts on this job- we make the deal, you only get involved if shit goes sideways. Just watch what we do, and pay attention, 'cos if Silco thinks you can be trusted to get involved with the trade- which I don't- then you've got a lot to learn, and far as I can tell? listening isn't your strong point. You're a rookie. You don't know better than anyone else, so just... behave."

A whining, whirring bug landed on her nose as she finished off her gruff lecture; she batted it away before it could become another distraction.

A broken little firelight bug, it's light dimming at their feet.

#verse - rise of industrialism #ephemerallyobdurate - just--a--jinx #ephemerallyobdurate - closed starter. #cw swearing #sevika rp #sevika roleplay #arcane rp #arcane roleplay #ephemerallyobdurate #I live for the sevika-being-made-to-babysit panic #the 'either I die because of this kid #or I die because this kid blows herself up and that's on me as far as Silco is concerned'

[wildereader]

2024 reading goals

For the past few years, I've been very into the goodreads/storygraph reading challenges, where I decide how many books and pages I want to read over the course of the year and then race myself to the finish line.

I had fun the first few times I did it, especially since it was how I got myself back into reading - throughout most of high school and college, I stopped reading a lot for fun because of the pressures of school and extracurriculars.

However, 2023 was the year that I really went hard with my reading. By the end of last night - New Year's Eve - I had read a whopping 149 books in one year.

Granted, a very good percentage of those were volumes 12-52 of One Piece - I watched the live action with a friend who loves the series, and I had so much fun watching it that I needed to continue the story immediately. 40 volumes is a lot of reading for sure, but since manga doesn't take me long to read, it didn't feel like a lot until I saw how it absolutely swept all of my stats!

I was also unemployed for the first half of 2023, so I had all the time in the world at that point in between job searching and applying (and crying and questioning everything) to read. Those months were hard for a lot of reasons, but I am grateful and I know I'm lucky to have had so much time to do something I love.

But if 2023 was my year of quantity when it came to my reading, 2024 is going to be my year of quality.

And I don't just mean the quality of the books I read - I would say almost everything I read in 2023 was of good quality. I mostly mean quality time with the books. I don't just want to speed through a book because I've arbitrarily decided I need to finish it in a certain number of days, or I need to read a certain number of books by the end of a month, or I need to outdo my 2023 self... absolutely not. I want to rediscover my passion for reading. I want to find new favorites, or spend time reading old ones and falling in love with them all over again. I want to read with intention, I want to think about the books I read, I want to be able to give good critique and analysis and in-depth thoughts on them.

And for me, I know that doing all that to the best of my ability means that I will need to spend time with them.

So often, I get overwhelmed at the amount of books I want to read, the amount of books that are coming out in a year, the amount of books I've never heard of but I will surely find interesting, if only I did know about them. I guess you could think of it as a kind of FOMO for books. That's definitely the driving force for me behind my desire to get through as many books as quickly as I can - because there are still so many that I want to read next! So many that I own, so many that my friends recommend, so many that I see talked about online, so many I see on the shelves at the library that I can just take home and dive into for free!

But I cannot keep up the pace at which I was reading in 2023. As I got further into the year, as I racked up more and more books on my Goodreads, as the serotonin neurons were firing in my brain at watching the colorful Storygraph graphs morph and grow over the year... I found my joy for reading slowly siphoning away. As I read more than I ever had in the course of a year, I just felt more and more indifferent toward everything I was reading. I was too focused on my plans for what to read next, I wasn't paying attention to what I was reading in the moment (sorry for the kitschiness of the sentiment). It's definitely some kind of burnout - and I love reading too much to allow it to progress any further.

I certainly have books that I'm aiming to read this year - probably a couple dozen at least. But I'm not going to push myself to read them all. I'll be more forgiving with myself for taking a long time to read a book. It will take time to break these reading habits I've gotten myself into, but I know it will be worth it. I know I'll thank myself in the long run.

#and before anyone gets mad because i know 'quality vs quantity' is an age-old debate in the reading community: this post is about ME #and MY reading experiences #if you can read dozens and dozens of books in a year and have quality experiences with each of them that is so fantastic! #i am genuinely jealous of you! #i however know my limits now and cannot. #mckay speaks #bookblr #booklr #reading goals #reading journal #bookworm #book lover #bibliophile #bookish #book blog #readers of tumblr

[ducknotinarow]

BaileyRichard [Childhood] -  Tears - Find my muse crying.

| Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

The old couple sat on the bench of the doc, as they finished the story. The older women saying the story was beautiful and like the old man Richard slightly nodding his own head. It was a beautiful story he thought, sat on the floor Infront of the couch Bailey was relaxing over across himself. Thier fingers gently combing through Richard's hair as they were softly tugging sections back to work his hair into a braid. Richard didn't mind, or well he wasn't paying attention was far more the case in the moment. Richard far to invested in the movie playing right now. A story about a couple who had a summer romance, gone wrong torn apart. Yet they found each other and ended up together only for the women in her old age o forget. Her husband through read her journal to her all the time claiming it to just be some romance book story. But it was theirs! Richard's eyes were brimming with tears, so close to falling. He was just so invested in the story line. Eyes widen when the women..she. She "she remembered him" Richard breath out breaking the silence between Bailey and him just now, not too sure if they were looking at him, just in case Richard lowered his head to rest his chin to his knees. Just enjoying the movie as it was coming to a close, the eagle in part wonder if now the couple could just keep living on happily ever after. Sadly not this movie was bittersweet, to say the least. As tears made his vision start to blur, he sniffled a little needing to reach up and wipe at his eye hoping it be enough to dry his eyes up. Man, why did this movie hit so hard? it was so over the top and dramatic. Not to mention Richard took some issues with parts of it and yet. The tears kept coming rolling down his cheeks, wetting his feathers and darkening them as they made their way down. he shuffled back messing up Bailey's work as he needed to push his glasses up to better rub at his eyes. He didn't catch the slight break in his voice as he gave a slight sob under his breath. Having trouble getting himself to calm down. A slight hitch from the back of his throat. He could feel eyes on him, as he turned looking to his boyfriend. He froze up. FUCK! Was all he could think, repeatedly, Quick to turn away and look far off to the right as he tried using his sleeve to dry his eyes with better now. Man, the last thing he wanted was to hear Bailey tease him for crying over some stupid romance movie. "it's sad...she remembers him but then" He tried to defend himself but as he spoke up it sounded stupid to get so worked up over. Letting his face drop into his arms instead. "I mean I think my allergies are uh acting up?" he didn't have any to be causing a so-called reaction, in the first place. Slightly tucking his head in further to his arms. He couldn't help it he got so pulled into the movie. The way it ended just hurt they were together sure, but it was done in such a sad way! He tried to shuffle over to the side some, put distinct between them. "Don't say a word okay not a single giggle it was a sad movie!" Richard now defended as if his life depended on it. Lifting his head up as he peaked over to the rooster again, "They loved each other, and they got to die together. It's sad. Cause she probably forgot him all over again, but he got to see her remembered him once more time before they passed away" Richard stated as if the rooster hadn't been watching the same movie. Turning away again giving out a slight huff, he was far more annoyed that he was caught crying over this just now. Over anything else, feeling his face grow warm from the embarrassment setting in on him. Boys weren't meant to get worked up like this..well boys in his family at least. Ugh he could just hear his mother and father right now. Biting at his bottom bill he buries his head back into his arms, tail feathers flicked behind him. "Stupid movie" he muttered against his feathers.

#muse| richard evans alder #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[ mocha a quarter a piece for endless plastic rings aflockoffeathers] #find my muse in a certaun state #((HA it wasn't ansgt least not this one uwu)) #((Richard really dose love this movie tho don't tease him to hard bails u_u))

[gundabadbitch]

oh she's really going to make me be the bad guy in this

#personal #friday #2 october 2020 #I KNEW better than to get involved with her in the first place #especially when it got messier #but it felt so good to be wanted and to have someone be so vocal about it #that I didn't pay attention when the line got pushed further and further away #I mean I was planning to move in with this woman in the next couple of months #was actively making pro and con lists about our different options and what we could afford #I should have known better and I did know better #and now I get to be the asshole because she's engaged to fucking someone else #and I will not stick around for this

[zodiyack]

Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

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