#[ HAVE A V PROTECTIVE SQUISH ]

[moonlightspencie]

hands that make hell seem cold

Description: Friends to lovers, emphasis on lovers.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only!: porn with almost no plot, p in v, brief mention of a breeding kink

Word Count: 3.2k

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James took a deep breath, looking around his space.

He'd been cleaning all day long. Not really for any reason other than his mates coming over later that night.

He propped his hands on his hips, scrutinizing his own work for a moment.

"Good," he mumbled softly to himself, nodding as he walked back into the kitchen.

He busied himself picking up all the towels he'd used, and set a kettle on the stove for a cup of tea when he finished. He threw the towels in a hamper in the laundry room of his flat, and went back to the kitchen, waiting mindlessly on the kettle to start whistling.

Though, that's when he heard a knock on his door. He frowned a little, not expecting anyone over for another hour or two. He shuffled over to the door, opening it to see an unexpected face.

His smile grew. "Baby!"

"Hi, angel," she smiled back at him, walking past him and into his flat.

He chuckled, shutting the door, then turning to watch her take her shoes off very impatiently. He was practically bouncing by the time she finished and turned to him.

“Okay,” she opened her arms with a laugh, letting him practically tackle her.

He squeezed her into a crushing hug, knocking her off her feet, only protecting her from falling with the intensity of the embrace.

“James,” she chuckled, voice muffled by his chest. “You’re squishing me.”

“Mm,” he hummed absentmindedly, still holding her for a moment. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” she said, then kissed his shoulder once as he loosened his grip. “But you know how things are. I’ve gotta visit home sometimes. My family does like to see me on occasion, you know?”

“I know, love,” he mumbled, kissing her forehead. “But can’t they just come here instead?”

“They do on occasion. But I love being home, even if I still want to be around you more,” she winked.

James giggled, squeezing her again. “You flatter me.”

“I know. That’s kind of the point, Jamie.”

James smiled, his cheeks a little rosy as he looked at her. It had really only been a couple of weeks since she’d been around, but it felt like forever. He’d always had a soft spot for the girl, but it seemed to have intensified in the past months. Sure, they were still friends, but… there was something else there. He just didn’t want to be the first to admit it. Lately, he’d been thinking about it, though.

He sighed softly. “Uh… the boys are supposed to be over tonight.”

“Oh! Well, that’ll be fun. I’ll make sure to head out before they show up, then.” 

“What?” He furrowed his brow in question.

“I’ll… make sure I’m not interrupting–”

“You’re not!” he cut her off, shaking his head.

Her brows raised, a small chuckle leaving her lips. “You sure?”

“‘Course I am! Don’t worry about it,” he smiled, shrugging a little. “Here, let’s go sit. I wanna hear all about your trip.”

He grabbed her hand, practically dragging her behind him to the living room. She shook her head in amusement, letting him pull her along without a hint of resistance until he’d sat them both down with not a centimeter of space between them.

“How were mum and dad?”

“Good, mostly,” she replied, not batting an eye as he slung an arm around her shoulders. “Mom’s been a little under the weather, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. You held down the fort here without me, then?”

“Barely,” he feigned a pout. “Could’ve fallen apart if you were gone one more day.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she laughed, leaning into him.

“Only ‘cause I love you.”

“Mhm,” she snorted. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”

“Can’t help it.”

“You never can.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, then kissed her forehead again. “God, you got even prettier. What were they feeding you over there?”

“Nothing you’d like, I’m sure.”

He laughed. “Probably not. But seriously, love… wow.”

She snorted a laugh, looking at him curiously. “When did you become such a flirt?”

“Please, you love it,” he chuckled, then shot her a sideways glance. “You love it, right?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Good,” he breathed out, then straightened up as a terrible whistling came from the kitchen. “Shit.”

She laughed as he shot up and hustled into the kitchen, following after him and watching as he grabbed his oven mit to take the kettle off the stovetop. She leaned against the doorframe, smiling to herself as he quickly pulled down two mugs and tea bags, preparing them both. He always put the tiniest bit too much sugar in hers, but she’d never complain to him. She accepted gratefully as he put a mug in her hand.

“There you are,” he muttered, then leaned against the counter. “Almost forgot that was on the stove.”

“Almost? James, you jumped up and practically ran in here.”

“...Shut up,” he hid a smile behind his mug, trying to take a sip before quickly moving away from the steam. “Hot.”

“Yeah, you are,” she muttered, barely thinking about it as it passed her lips.

His cheeks turned pink again. “You’re bound and determined to make me blush, aren’t you?”

“You’re cute when you blush,” she grinned, poking one of his cheeks. “You know I like to tease you.”

“Yeah, I know,” he rolled his eyes in response, but there was no malice behind it. He sighed softly, then let his eyes wander back to her. “Seriously, how did you get hotter?”

“Oh, and I’m the one trying to make you blush, huh?”

He giggled again. “Maybe we’re both guilty.”

She hid a smirk, shaking her head at him again. She glanced down at her still-steaming mug, then back at his face. His wide eyes and his lip pulled between his teeth. She had decided that it was incredibly annoying how attractive he was. 

“James?”

“Yeah, love?” he responded immediately, his eyes widening in question.

She smiled again, unable to stop herself this time. “God, you’re fucking annoying. I say that with love.”

“Annoying?”

“You’re annoyingly hot.”

He looked away, his cheeks only warming further. He set his mug on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. A move that she thought was very distracting.

“Can I ask you a question, love?” he asked after a beat.

“Of course.”

He glanced at her again. “Well… what do you think of me?”

“Huh?”

“Like… duh, we’re friends. But… like..”

“Like…?”

“Do you think we’d be, like… good together?”

She quirked a brow. “As in…?”

He groaned. “Like us. Together.”

“You mean like… together?”

“Duh.”

“I mean– Well, I haven’t… I can’t say that I’ve never thought about it,” she admitted quietly.

He sighed softly, looking at her carefully for a few moments. She looked right back, unsure what to do next after that. He wasn’t quite sure either, turning over that information in his head. She set her mug next to his on the counter, not wanting to hold it if they were going to keep standing there having that kind of conversation. He watched her as she moved closer to set her tea down, feeling a little restless as her perfume wafted up to him in a wave.

“Fuck it,” he huffed out, moving to put his hands on her cheeks, crashing his lips into hers. 

Usually, he might not be so forward. But she was so fucking tempting, it was almost a crime to not kiss her at this point. And it felt good.

She froze up at first, a bit shocked that he’d gone and kissed her. Though, it didn’t take long before she gained her senses again and kissed him back like she was born to do it. He moaned into the kiss, nipping at her lip, pulling her flush against his body with his arms wrapped around her waist.

“James…” she mumbled against him, not really for any reason other than to feel his name on her lips.

He kissed along her cheek and jaw, mumbling in her ear, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she breathed out.

He groaned, biting her neck gently before sucking on the skin. He attached himself there until he’d left a dark mark, determined to make her remember how it felt to kiss him.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages,” he muttered, kissing all the way back up her neck.

“Really?”

“Yeah…” he kissed her lips again, then pulled back to look at her face. “I think… maybe for a year, now. You’re just… you know I’ve always thought you were hot.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to fuck me,” she laughed.

“Who said I did?”

She scoffed, her mouth dropping open. “You dick!”

He giggled. “Couldn’t help it. But… I definitely do. Really bad.”

She hummed, glancing down at his lips again. “So… a year, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“When did that start?”

He smirked. “When I realized my best friend was insanely hot and I was crazy to not want more. But… Well, the day we all went to the beach and I saw you in that itty bitty bikini definitely helped.”

“You perv,” she laughed, smacking his arm lightly.

“I already love your personality, what else was I supposed to say?” he defended himself with a chuckle.

“Whatever,” she snorted, pulling him back in and kissing him, much more softly this time.

He sighed against her lips, happy to finally know what she felt like in this way. He let his mouth open for her as she slid her tongue against his bottom lip, groaning into the kiss as he felt her tongue against his. He followed her lead for a moment before taking control of the kiss, backing her against the kitchen counter.

Her lower back hit the counter, and she smiled against his lips, letting him push her onto the counter. He stood between her legs, letting his hands travel up her thighs.

“What, are you gonna fuck me in the kitchen? Not super romantic, James,” she laughed.

“Mm. I’d take you anywhere. We’ll have time for romance later,” he replied easily, kissing down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.

His hands slid under her shirt, feeling her stomach. “God, you’re perfect.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I mean it,” he asserted, pushing her top up and off of her, letting it drop to the floor. He took her in with a dreamy sigh. “Wow.”

She smiled. “It’s not that special.”

“Says you,” he glanced at her, scrunching up his face in distaste at her blase attitude about her body. His hands wandered over her skin, feeling her tummy, her ribs, her breasts. “You’re a damn angel, love.”

“You’re sweet.”

He hummed, tugging off his own shirt before going back to just feeling her. After a few moments, he couldn’t handle not seeing more of her. He let his hands wander again, reaching around her back to pull off that pesky bra. He let that drop onto the slowly growing pile of clothes on the ground. He reached up again, experimentally squeezing her breasts, feeling himself grow painfully hard against his jeans.

“See? This is all I could think about when you were in that stupid, gorgeous bikini of yours, love. And I was right. You’re incredible underneath it all,” he mumbled, locked in on feeling her chest. 

His mouth watered at the sight of her, topless on his kitchen counter. His pretty best friend perched up there just for him to see and feel. He started kissing down her chest, stopping at one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around the swollen bud before he sucked it gently into his mouth.

She let out a small, breathy sound as she watched him with his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure from sucking on her. He looked so pretty and desperate like that. She ran a hand up his arm, tangling her hand in his hair. 

“God, you’re eager,” she breathed out, a small laugh passing her lips.

“You’re fucking sexy’s why,” he mumbled against her skin, moving his lips to the other breast.

She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut from pleasure as he kissed and sucked at her tits, gently groping one with his hand as his mouth worked over the other. He slowly started moving his lips down, kissing along her ribs and stomach.

“You’d look real pretty pregnant, you know? I’ve thought about that a few times,” he mumbled, nipping the skin of her stomach.

“James…” she groaned.

“Sorry love. Can’t help myself,” he apologized, though they both knew he didn’t mean it. “Just wanna make you mine, ya’ know? Plus, we’d have pretty babies.”

He smiled again as another sound left her lips, his hands working to tug off her pants. He pulled them down her legs, kissing back up her leg once he’d dropped the pants on the floor.

“As much as I’d love to taste you, doll, I think that might have to wait. If I start, I won't be able to stop,” he said softly, kissing up her thigh. “You even smell perfect.”

“God, James. You’re such a slut,” she smirked a little.

“Only for you, baby,” he said, his dimple poking in his cheek as he stood straight.

He cradled her head in his hands, looking over her face for a moment before he leaned in to kiss her again, his lips moving soft and slow over hers. She held onto his biceps as he kissed her, feeling them move and flex under her palms as he dropped his hands to start pulling off her panties. He did it slowly, teasingly, until he’d pulled them off her legs entirely, letting them fall to the ground. He pulled back from the kiss, looking over her bare body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, eyes trailing over her. “Pretty girl. I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you, too, Jamie.”

He kissed her again through a grin. “You’re the best friend ever, too. For the record.”

“I better be after this,” she laughed.

He chuckled along with her, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. She let out a small noise of satisfaction, seeing him all naked and beautiful.

“God damn, James. No wonder the girls like you so much.”

He giggled at that. “I always thought it was my personality.”

“Sure,” she teased, pulling him in for another kiss.

He groaned into it, his hands wandering up and down over her body, feeling her soft curves under his skin. He let one of his hands reach down, slowly stroking his leaky cock, stepping closer to the apex of her thighs. 

“Is this okay?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yeah. Please,” she nodded, breathing him in.

He shuddered, dragging himself along her slit before pressing at her entrance. He whined softly, barely pushing in.

“God…” he breathed out desperately, pressing his forehead against hers. He moaned softly, pulling a similar sound from her lips as he pushed into her, letting her heat envelop him. “You feel so good, love.”

“Yeah,” she groaned, her arms around his shoulders.

He pushed himself in all the way, a soft needy sound coming from him as he stilled for a moment before pulling out and repeating that motion slowly. They breathed each others’ air as James pushed his hips into hers slowly, almost teasingly, getting used to how she felt around him. He’d dreamed of fucking her a million times before, but there was nothing that could prepare him for how she really felt.

She dropped her head in his neck, feeling impossibly full. He wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen in her life, but fuck if he didn’t feel like it. Not to mention the fact that his cock was gorgeous, and the mere thought of it dragging in and out of her had her feeling dizzy.

“Fuck, love,” he moaned, suddenly pulling her off the counter. “I need more.”

She chuckled breathily, though she whined softly as he pulled out.

“Wha–”

“Shhh…” he shook his head, spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen counter.

She let out a shuddering breath, a grin on her face as her breasts hit the cold counter, his hand pressing down on her lower back. He pushed back into her immediately with an animalistic grunt, picking up the pace immediately.

“You’re perfect,” he grit out, gripping her hips with one hand, pushing down on her back with the other. “Feel so perfect around me, baby.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice broken and needy as she pressed her hands against the counter, unable to do anything else.

He pounded into her, her hips hitting the edge of the counter with every thrust. Usually, he’d care much more about her safety and comfort, but he couldn’t bring himself to care with the sweet sounds she made for him every time his hips snapped against her ass. 

“James,” she said, her voice whiny.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.”

“Already?” he smirked, pounding into her harder.

She merely moaned in response, her eyes fluttering shut again as he moved one of his hands around her neck. He didn’t put any pressure on her, but it forced her to arch her back more, letting him hit a slightly different angle.

“God, Jamie…” she whimpered, her body suddenly convulsing, pulsing around him without warning.

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fucked her through it, loving the way she felt squeezing him like that. 

“Shit, baby,” he said through a gasp, his hips beginning to stutter in their movements.

He let her drop against the counter again, gripping onto her hips with both hands, pulling her back against him with every thrust. He lost himself in pleasure, pushing himself into her with vigor until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out of her cunt, using his hand to stroke himself a few times before he was finishing on her ass, watching thick ropes of his cum cover her skin. He barely held himself upright as he watched it happen, breathing heavy from the effort until he was completely spent.

He braced himself on the counter with both hands. “Fuck, baby.”

She laughed softly through a whimper. “Y-yeah. Fuck.”

“You’re… God damn, love. You’re perfect,” he smiled to himself, catching his breath as he looked down at her body again. “Never thought I’d get to see you like this. All covered in my cum.”

“Yeah,” she breathed out, chuckling quietly. “But… maybe get me a towel? It’s starting to get cold.”

“Gross,” he snorted a laugh, moving to get a towel from one of the cabinets in the kitchen, dampening it with warm water. “Good thing we’re in the kitchen. Easy to clean up.”

“I guess,” she laughed as he wiped her clean of his seed. “Maybe next time you can just cum in me.”

He paused, his eyes widening. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” she nodded easily.

“Shit, you’re sexy,” he mumbled, finishing cleaning her off. “Okay, love. All clean.”

“Thanks,” she said, standing straight.

They looked at one another for a moment, both quite satisfied with what they’d done, before she started picking up her clothes.

“So… the boys will be here soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he answered, laughing a little at her switch in topic. “Yeah, they will.”

“How long?”

He shrugged. “Maybe an hour.”

She nodded, pulling on her panties. “How long are they staying?”

“Until dinner time, I suppose.”

“Cool…” she nodded with feigned nonchalance.

He smiled a bit, looking at her with a raised brow. “What have you got planned?”

“With you? Everything,” she smirked.

[chaotic-mystery]

I have something for a request.

So Joel promised your father he would protect you from the Clickers and other people.

So you and Joel are walking through the forest and you start to annoy him. Because you are constantly asking how long does it take to get to the destination.

Joel had enough so he takes your virginity and your ass virginity roughly. So you shut up.

pairing: Post Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

content warnings: DARK CONTENT AHEAD, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+ only. Non-consensual that turns consensual. You are responsible for what you read. Daddy kink, rough sex, assplay if you close an eye, pet names galore (little one, pet, playtoy, baby girl, Joel refers to himself as daddy, you get the picture.) mean!Joel, Dark!Joel, choking, reader has hair long enough to pull, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, dacryphilia, pull out game strong, this is post outbreak but before Ellie so you know he got that stamina, Joel takes your virginity. LET ME KNOW IF I'VE MISSED ANYTHING. ||word count: 1.9k || follow @chaoticnotifs so you don't miss anything!||

authors note: This is so out of my normal and honestly I hope I did it justice! I know this isn't everyone's thing and that's okay! I personally pictured game Joel but that's just my preference. As always I love you all 🖤

“Will you please shut the fuck up?! All that goddamn talkin’ you’re doin, you’re gonna get us killed, Jesus Christ.” Joel barked as he turned on his heel, his rifle in hand. Joel promised your dad to keep you safe and while he has for a few years, it hasn’t been the easiest thing to do. You talked way too much for Joel’s liking but a promise was a promise.

“I’m just asking how much longer until we get to the tower…fuck me.” You grumble, annoyed at him for being so moody today. You were sweaty and tired, wanting to go back to the QZ in your little apartment you shared with Joel. He was over all your bullshit for today, sick of your smartass mouth just running and running without any repercussions.

“What’d you say t’me, little girl?” He snaps, the rifle falling to his side as his hand wraps around your throat and he pushes you into a tree trunk. The bark was hard against your back and scratched you, but it was nothing compared to the feeling you were having on your windpipe.

“N-nothing, Joel- nothing!” The words barely choked out of you, just enough for him to hear you beg.

“All you’ve been doin’ since we’ve been out here is talkin’ your pretty head off. What did I tell ya not even five minutes ago? Use that big girl voice since you wanna be big and bad.” Joels lips ghosted over the shell of your ear before he presses a rough sloppy kiss on your cheek. This was all so sudden, so new to you. No one has ever touched you like this, especially an older man like Joel. He was aggressive and mean, didn’t care about the fact his grip on your throat was tightening. He wasn’t in the mood to ask if any of this was okay with you, where his hands were quickly traveling to, none of it. Joel wanted to take what he wanted from you without you running your mouth.

A deep grumble erupts from Joel against your face, another sloppy kiss on your cheek while his tongue licks against your flesh. “Say it again, now.”

“I was just asking if we were close to the tower and-d that I was s-sorry-y!” You cried out, squirming under his touch trying to free yourself. With your back squished against the tree, there was nowhere to go. All you could do was plead and beg for him to let go and leave you be.

“What was that last part you’re leavin’ out, sweetheart?” The smirk on his face is so present in his tone you don’t even need to look at him. Joel’s freehand comes up your side, brushing against the bare skin peaking above your jeans. He could feel you trembling with fear and excitement. Joel knew you were still a virgin, he never let you out of his sight and always took the same work shifts as you so he could keep you close.

“I-ah shit- I said fuck me but I didn’t mean it like th-” Joels hand creeps up to your jaw and grabs it roughly, squishing your cheeks together and your eyes met his.

“Don’t care how you meant it sweetheart, planned on doin’ that anyway.” His smirk never faded and he without warning rips your jeans down, your panties tangled in them as the fabric bunches around your knees. The whimper that escaped your lips didn’t phase Joel as his hands wandered up your thighs to your slick covered cunt.

The guttural groan he let out rattled through your bones enough to make a chill run down your spine.

“Fuck are you so wet for, huh little one? Couldn’t control yourself could ya? Probably love the idea of being my playtoy while I take what I want and you’re beggin’ me to quit..but you know daddy won’t do that.” With his hand covering your mouth and squeezing tightly, your pleads were so muffled he could barely make out what you were saying.

Joel unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants to his ankles before he grabs you by the back of your neck and spins you around, forcing you against the tree once more as his hand pushes against the small of your back to make you arch for him. His hand reaches around your hips to dip down between your folds, rubbing harshly on your clit as the head of his cock nudged against your ass cheek.

You tried everything to pry his hand away from your mouth but he only squeezed tighter, growling at your attempts. “Might as well give up now, it’ll go over a lot better for you if you quit fightin’ me, sweet girl.” He mutters in your ear as he starts to ram his cock inside your entrance. He doesn’t let you get adjusted to him at all and the tears fall immediately down your cheeks. You cry out in pain, shoving his hips away from you but he doesn’t stumble back at all.

“Joel ple-ase it h-hurts” you murmur against his palm and he just chuckles as he begins to thrust inside you.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth before I fill it for you, am I clear? S’okay, you’re just a little virgin, don’t know what you like. I’ll teach you what you like, baby; trust me.” He scolded. It felt as if you were being shredded and ripped apart from the inside out with the way he was carving away at you.

The only manageable response you gave him was a distressed “yes d-addy” which was just enough to make his head toss back while his hips slam into yours so harshly, the faint slapping of your skins echoed around you.

He lets go of the grip he has on your mouth, a string of saliva following from your lips to his palm and he grabs onto your shoulders to keep himself steady. Joel doesn’t dare let you see how much he’s enjoying this; ruining you and taking every bit of last innocence you had. His jaw was clenched tightly to keep his grunts at bay but it was still audible how much he loved feeling you clench around him so tightly, hugging his cock for dear life. Soon enough your pain turned to pleasure and you were fucked out of your mind, gripping onto the tree truck and begging for him not to stop as the pressure built up in your tummy.

“I knew you’d be a tight little virgin but damn sweetheart..” he leans in close and his hand finds its way around your throat once more, yanking you against him, “..you’re gonna be so dickdumb by the time I’m through with you-ughh- you’ll be beggin’ for me to fill you full every goddamn second you’re awake.” Joel’s other hand cups your tit through your thin shirt, kneading away mercilessly as your nipples get stiffer against your bra.

“J-joel please..I..I’m gonna come..” you whine out, body trembling and making it harder to stand up on your wobbling legs. Suddenly your head is being yanked backwards by your hair and Joel’s lustful eyes meet yours, his jaw still clenched tightly.

“Don’t you dare come until I say so. Be a good pet for daddy, mkay? Stay jus’ like that f’me, right there. Oh fuck, baby..” He stops thrusting long enough to put you down on the ground and him right behind you, shoving your face into the dirt with your ass in the air. In no time he finds his rhythm again and gives your ass a firm smack with a chuckle following behind it.

Joel slips the tip of his thumb in his mouth, covering it in spit before he traces over your asshole and goes inside you, groaning loudly as he can feel his cock pumping in and out of you just from having his thumb in your ass.

It’s taking every ounce of control not to come on his cock and disappoint him even more than you already have tonight. With your legs squeezed together as hard as you can, it wasn’t enough to keep your mind off of having the best orgasm you have ever had.

Sure, you touched yourself all the time while Joel was asleep in the next room over back in the apartment, squirming and whimpering like a kitten as your mind wandered to Joel and ran images over your eyes that just made it so easy to come for yourself. This however was not what you imagined Joel would be like. You imagined he’d be sweet, wanting to make your first time feel special and all that stuff you watched in movies before the outbreak. He was none of that.

“You want me to break you in two and just make your world crumble, huh? You filthy little one. You’re my toy now, no one can save you from me.” He spat as his thrusts got sloppy and his grip on your hips got tighter, nails digging into your flesh.

With your body fighting itself to not orgasm, your tears spilled out of your eyes once more, breaths so deep you squeak every time you inhale.

“Cry all you want, brat. They don’t mean shit t’me.”

“Daddy, ple-ease let me come-oh, fuckkk- I- I can’t hold off m-much longer, plea-se I’ll be good, pleaseee.” Trying to speak through gritted teeth, you begged and pleaded trying to reason with him so you could finally release.

“Come on then, let that fuckin’ pussy come all over me. Let me feel what it's like to have a virgin fall apart on my cock and beg me not to fill them up.”

The evil tone was enough to send you reeling and your eyes rolled back tightly as you finally released that pressure you had to put off.

“What a good fuckin’ pet you are for Daddy. That’s ittt.” He purrs, slamming into your hips as he panted loudly.

Your body felt numb and you were still seeing stars, your ears ringing and his moans were so muffled you couldn’t do anything but jolt as the waves of your orgasm washes over you. Soon enough he rips is cock out of your entrance and you feel empty, already missing him inside you.

Joel grunts and cusses loudly as he paints a pretty picture on your asscheek with his cum.

You fall to your side and catch your breath while Joel goes soft in his hand, watching you as he tries to manage his own breathing.

“Maybe next time you’ll listen to me, won’t you baby?”

[dracoxsworld]

Can you do a fic where ron was jelly bc the reader was being too friendly to draco and had to show her who she belonged to ?

Hello friend! Thank you so much for the suggestion! I hope this is good enough for you :) I’m doing some requests as I prep the next part of arranged, I’m very excited.

WARNINGS: dom!ron x sub!reader, kinda rough sex ngl, jealousy, angry ron, p in v, oral sex both sides receiving, fingering, reader has female anatomy.

photo edited by me :)

You and Ron have been together for quite a while. Everyone knew you were together, no one even questioned it. Ron liked it that way.

You were his and nobody could do anything about it. He had always had a slight jelousy for his best friend, Harry Potter. He always got everything he had wanted. Ron thought Harry could get any girl he wanted with ease. So when Ron met you and got into a relationship with you, he is never going to let you go.

This was his opportunity to show the school, his family, the world, that he wasn't Harry Potter's lame and single best friend, he had the prettiest girl in school on his arm; and he was particularly protective.

Some of your peers liked to use you to annoy Ron; or try to make him feel insecure. This of course, included Draco Malfoy. You were a tad naive to realize it. You were simply thinking he was just trying to be your friend. It started out as you both being assigned as partners in potions. Draco was well aware of you and Ron being together; and used that to his advantage. He’d flirt with you, constantly talk to you, all while Ron would watch, just thinking.

“So Y/L/N, what’re you doing after class today?” Draco asked, side eyeing Ron, who was seated with Seamus. (Not a good mix, by the way.)

“Oh! I’m not sure, I need to study for Transfiguration…I’m struggling a bit.” You said while chewing on your bottom lip, reading the inked-in instructions for the current potion you both were assigned.

“I can help you with that, you know.” Draco suggested. This had caught your attention, you looked up from your potions book and smiled politely.

“Oh, no I’m okay, I believe Ron is assisting me,” you declined, looking over at your red headed boyfriend; who was watching you both the whole time. His arms were crossed, his eyes were darker than usual.

“Are you sure?” Draco voiced again, stepping closer to you, sliding the potions book away with one hand. You got nervous, just before you could respond, Professor Snape announced that class had dismissed, and you’d have to finish todays project tomorrow.

You swiftly grabbed your bag and ran out the door, leaving some of your belongings on your desk.

You ran to your dorm room, feeling a sense of panic. You were hoping Ron wasn’t think you were engaging with Draco’s behavior, that you weren’t flirting back.

You shook your head at the thought. Ron knows better, you told yourself. He would never think I’d do that.

Does he?

You had opened the door to your dorm quickly and slid in and slammed it, locking it. You set your bag in the floor and flung your body onto your unmade bed. “Stupid Y/N. It’s so obvious he was flirting with you.” You mumbled to yourself, your face squished into your duvet. You sat up and looked in your body-length mirror.

Your hair was a bit of a mess, probably from you flinging yourself onto your bed. You ran your hands through your hair to make it look a bit nicer, and gave yourself a small smile of reassurance.

Knock knock knock knock

You jumped, and turned towards your door. “Please don’t tell me your name is Draco Malfoy.” You groaned.

“You’re damn right it isn’t.” Your boyfriends voice boomed through your door. It startled you, it was his voice but it sounded different. “Ron?” You fled out.

“Yes, open the door.” Ron demanded. You did as you were told and unlocked the door and peeked through. You saw your beautiful boyfriend looking down at you, looking not too happy.

You looked down and noticed he had the belongings you had left at your desk in his arms. Some potion bottles, your book, and some quills. You then noticed his knuckles looked slightly stained with red, and bruised.

You looked back up at him with your lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, still peeking through the small crack in the door.

“Are you going to let me in?” Ron asked impatiently. You nodded and let him in, closing the door behind him. Ron set down your supplies on your desk neatly. Setting the potion bottles up on their designated shelves, putting your quills in ink you had, and setting your book in your built in shelf in your desk.

He turned towards you and slowly walked up to you. You were picking a hangnail, unable to get even a sound out. “Draco has taken quite a liking to you.” Ron seethed. You shook your head. “I disregarded him, Ron. You know I’d never—“

“I’m not worried about you, pretty girl.” He specified, his hand lifting your chin towards him. You licked your lips, looking at his. He smiled down at you. “I’m going to show him that you’re mine, he’s going to hear you. He’s going to see you all fucked up from me.”

Your underwear was wet, your eyes widened and you rubbed your thighs together at his words. “On the bed, pretty.” He prodded you, pushing you towards the bed. You listened, wanting him to do whatever he wanted to you. To be honest, you loved it when he got this way. There was something about it that immediately turned you on.

He took off he belt, keeping his eye contact with you. You sat up on the bed, your eyes scanning him up and down. He took off his uniform pants, sliding off his shoes with them. He crawled on top of you, his hands beginning to fiddle with your button up shirt. “These bloody buttons-“ He grumbled before crashing his lips into yours, it was aggressive but loving all at once. It was demanding, you stood no chance of taking over. You let him have control.

He got fed up with your shirt at one point he just ripped it off, buttons flew everywhere. “Ron!” You exclaimed, breaking the kiss.

“Shut it, you have hundreds of those blasted shirts.” He spat. He kissed you again, harsher, and unclasping your bra. He threw it across the room carelessly, not taking any attention off of you, he pushed you back toward the headboard of the bed, putting you in his lap so you were straddling him. His hands were everywhere; your hair, your waist, the hem of your skirt, etc.

Ron’s fingers crept past your skirt, and they lightly grazed your clothed heat. You moaned in his at the feeling immediately. “You drive me fucking crazy, do you understand?” Ron mumbled in the kiss. You nodded, hardly containing your sounds of pleasure from his fingers teasing your soaking wet core, your panties still acting as a barrier. “I want to hear your response.” He prodded. “Yes Ron, I understand,” you whimpered. Ron’s hips grinded upwards towards yours, as his finger continued to tease your core still clothed.

“Please–“ you begged him in the heated kiss. You wanted him now, you didn’t care how. Ron broke the kiss, still teasing you “Please what, princess?”

“I want your mouth,” You pleaded, your face pink from embarrassment. “What a perfect idea, pretty. Only if you moan my name loud enough will determine if I let my pretty girl cum, how does that sound?”

You moaned, his fingers were still lightly touching you. You needed more, this wasn’t enough. You tried to grind towards his fingers more, and he immediately took them away. You whined, it felt like torture. “Don’t be a brat.” He demanded. He slid himself out from under you, so you were laying in the pillows and on your back, and flipped your skirt up into your belly. He laid on his stomach and inches himself close to in-between your legs.

He teasingly licked slowly up the inside of your thighs, making you moan his name, your hands in his red hair pulling it like reins. He hummed as he got closer to your core, with your now saturated panties. You felt lightheaded, this wasn’t fair, you needed him desperately more than ever. Your core was aching for his mouth. “Fuck Ron, please please!” You cried desperately. He finally complied, hooking his fingers under your soaked panties and pulled them off.

“My goodness, excited are we?” Ron teased, licking his lips. Your pussy was dripping, begging for him to clean you up. He went in immediately afterwards, slowly licking your core up and down. Focusing on each inch. In circles, his tongue went. He planted a few kisses, and went back to licking up your juices. You threw your head back and screamed his name, forgetting you both didn’t set a Muffliato spell. Oh well, Draco’ll definitely hear you.

He hummed as he ate you out, making it even more pleasurable. “Ron, fuck!” You moaned loudly, felt like you shook your dorm walls. You saw him smile and he was licking every inch. His tongue abused your hole, going in and out as his thumb played with your clit. “God, Draco wishes he could lick your cunt like this, fuck Y/N.” Ron groans

You felt a knot forming in your stomach, your legs were shaking violently. “Ron, I’m close!” You moaned. He immediately backed away. You moaned in frustration.

“Ron please, I can’t take much more,” you begged. Your boyfriend shook his head at you and laughed. he took your jaw in his hand “You’re going to earn it, you’re going to learn to not even look in Malfoy’s direction. Understood?” Ron demanded. You nodded, tears falling down your cheeks. Your core was dripping, making a wet spot on your sheets.

“You’re going to pleasure me” Ron announces.

You got up on your knees, which were very weak. Ron’s hard cock was easily visible in his boxers, he slid them off letting it free. He got up from the bed and stood towards the edge. You got on your stomach with your legs in the air and crossed behind you, taking his length in your mouth immediately, licking off the pre-cum.

“Fuck baby, you already know what to do.” Ron groaned, collecting your hair and making a ponytail with his hand, wrapping it around his fist. This made you groan in his dick, rolling your eyes back, but still staying stable enough. You pumped him with your hand and he guided your head, bobbing it up and down on his dick. He again, had a majority of control. That bastard.

His dick was hitting violently against the back of your through causing the urge to gag. You free hand was balled up in a fist with your nails going into your skin making crescent-shaped indents, trying to distract yourself from the urge.

“Take it, look at me.” Ron demanded, your eyes fluttered open and looked at him. “Malfoy couldn’t fuck your mouth this could, could he? Huh? You’re stuffed with my cock.” You made noises at his response, rubbing your thighs together. You shut your eyes again trying to focus on not orgasming right there, even with the absence of his touch.

“Eyes on me, I said.” Ron’s voice boomed again. You whined and opened your eyes agin and looked at him. He threw his head back, his mouth agape, “Pretty girl, I’m close,” He groaned, eyebrows together. You bummed around his dick, head being pushed on it up and down violently by his hands gripping your hair. His hand pushing you on his dick started getting off beat and sloppy, you knew he was very close.

You went faster and faster, ignoring the tears and sweat rolling down your face. You felt his warm liquid roll down your throat as his dick twitched and his loud moans were all you heard.

He hands gently ran through your hair, he pulled out of your mouth and looked down at you. His smile was wicked, but you still saw the love behind it. “On your back, on you go.” You excitedly complied. Your body was aching for him, begging him to fuck the shit out of you. you flipped your skirt up to expose your cunt, soaking wet from his sexual torture. Ron hovered over you, his arms on both sides of you, he leaned down and left sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbones, leaving bite marks. You moaned his name and begged for him to pleasure you.

“You’ve been patient enough, pretty girl,” Ron said sweetly, he likes himself up to you, and teased your slit with his cock. You whines and dug your nails into his back.

He entered into you, giving you time to adjust. You felt so full, so good. “Ron, fuck.” You whined.

“Pretty girl, you feel so perfect; so warm and tight, fuck.” Ron groaned into your neck. His pace was slow, it hit the right spot, he knew you so well. The room was full of your moans and the smell of sex.

Ron had sped up, the sound of your skin slapping together joined the sounds of pleasure you both were making together. His dick was hitting your g-spot like a arrow on the middle of a target. Over and over again. Meanwhile, he continued to leave hickeys on your chest, collar bones and shoulders.

He then sat up and tossed your legs over his shoulders, exposing you more. He railed into you, more aggressively now. Your eyes were full of tears from pure pleasure. The knot in your stomach was forming again.

“Ron, please– let me-“ You moaned, looking him in the eye.

“I am too, cum in my cock baby, come on,” Ron grunted.

After a few more thrusts, you both hit your point, both of you groaning simultaneously, Ron then pulling out and collapsing next to you. You both were covered in sweat, and each others fluids. Ron’s hands ran over his chest that was rapidly going up and down.

“Y/N?” Ron perked up, holding himself up by one arm, looking down at you.

“Yes, Ron?”

“I love you, you know that, right? I just can’t stand Malfoy talking to you like that..”

“Of course, Ron. I love you too. He’s not really interested in me, he just does it to piss you off, I think.” You replied, your hand on his cheek. He gave you a doubtful look.

“However, I should talk to Malfoy more often, that was quite fun.” You chuckled. Ron rolled his eyes at you, and gave you a kiss on the nose.

[jayke0]

Do You Feel... Weird?

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 4, Sex Pollen 

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: sex pollen, chubby reader, yearning finally comes to fruition, friends to lovers, grinding, lots of swearing, protected sex (the pill), p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, fucking everywhere, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,532 (yes they're getting longer)

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"What the fuck was that?" You ask, choking on the fine dust that'd just been blasted in your face.

Marc looks at you with concern and shakes his head. "Shit, I don't know, just stay there ok? Sit down." You feel his large hands push you down till you're sat on the cold stone and you roll your eyes; what's the point of him asking if he's just going to do it anyway?

You shouldn't be mad at him actually, you love how concerned he gets for you when you're on a mission together.

You watch him slink off, which is shortly followed by grunting and crashing and a whole lot of yelling, most of which is Marc's, but eventually he comes back, seemingly choking on the same stuff you'd been at the mercy of.

"Got you too huh?" You chuckle a little, since he always has a bit of a god complex about being able to fight anything and anyone.

"Yeah—" he rubs his throat with a wheeze, "c'mon, lets get the fuck outta here."

The drive home is quiet, but you keep glancing over at the man; is he getting hotter by the second? The way his curls are still sticking to his forehead is something you'd usually fix for him by pushing them out of his face, but right now it's just making you bite your lip. You notice how the veins and muscles in his arms are more prominent.. are they always like that? It's as if his blood is coursing through his body faster and harder than usual. His T-shirt is sticking to his body, exposing his toned chest and arms—

Good God, you wanna fuck him.

You're too busy eyeing him to notice the way that he's glancing at you himself, his eyes quickly switching between the road and your thighs, the way they're squished against the car seat makes his cock twitch in his jeans, and he has to rest his hand on his crotch just to hide his growing bulge.

"Marc, do you feel any... different?" You ask tentatively as you approach your front door. Usually this is when you'd say bye to him, but you just wanna drag him inside and make him fuck you over and over till you can't walk anymore, it's…

"Weird, yeah." He answers, and it's only when your eyes curiously drop to his crotch that you notice he must be feeling the same as you. "Oh, thank fuck." You chuckle; certainly the first time you've been relieved by an unwarranted boner.

"Sorry, I dunno what's wrong with me. Imma go home now, lets just pretend this never happened." He waves his hands wildly, which gives you the opportunity to grab his wrists.

"Please don't go... I—I want you." You mumble to him before slamming your lips into his.

Marc lets out a reassured sigh against your lips as he kisses you back with the same furiosity, his hands cupping your face to keep you there so he can lick into your mouth and taste you better.

Somehow, you make it all the way to your couch without tripping backwards, though maybe Marc's strong grip is enough to keep you from falling, instead pulling you towards himself as he scrambles to sit down and have you on his lap. You pull from his lips just to latch on to his neck and graze your teeth across his tanned skin. "What... was that stuff?" You ask as you lick at the salty skin.

"Dunno... some kinda aphrodisiac I guess." He responds while helping you pull your jacket off and rolling his hips against yours, which in turn makes his cock grind perfectly against your clit even through both of your jeans.

"Fucking hell, Marc," is all you can reply, your nerves feeling like they're on overtime as his tip butts that bundle of nerves. Honestly, you could just grind on him till you cum, but the isatiable feeling to have him inside you seems to be growing stronger by the fucking second.

"Shit, you're fucking hot like this, grinding against my cock, does it make you feel good?" You nod and Marc's hands roam underneath your shirt before pulling it off, exposing your chest spilling out of your bra due to not having readjusted it since the mission. "Oh fuck, your tits are just—" he doesn't get to finish his sentence before he's burying his face between them, biting and sucking whatever flesh he can get his mouth on while his other hand his occupied with groping your hips and tummy.

You groan softly and tug at his shirt to finally take it off as well and reveal his toned body. "Hooooly shit, Marc," you chuckle a little. "God damn, you're beautiful..." Your fingers run up and down his chest before your hands come to rest on his shoulders.

"Fuck me Marc, I need you inside me, like right fucking now."

Marc doesn't waste another second before he's tossing you back on the couch and practically ripping his jeans off. You can see how his cock is throbbing in his boxers and leaving a wet patch of precum, the sight makes your mouth water; if you didn't need him inside you so bad you'd offer to suck him dry instead… maybe later.

He's seemingly resorted to making animalistic grunts and growls as he hungrily scans your body and pulls your jeans down, just with a little more care than he did with his own, but your underwear doesn't get the same treatment. He literally tears them from your body which makes you gasp in surprise, and then whimper, fuck he's so hot like this. 

Somehow, he also manages to wiggle his boxers off during that, exposing his length to you, and fuck is he big. Usually you'd find a man with that size intimidating, but Marc has never looked more attractive to you, and the way his tip weeps for you only makes you squirm more and pull him down into a heated kiss.

"Wait wait..." he pants against the heat of your mouth, "are you on anything?"

You groan, but you know that future you will appreciate the fact he asked. "Yes, so just put it in already." You tug his hips and his cock notches against your clit, making you jolt and whimper and resulting in a moan from the man.

'Finally, fucking finally', you think to yourself as his fat cock slides inside you, stretching you out to the point it makes you tense up.

"I know, I know, just relax. I know it's a stretch... but fuck you're squeezing me so good." Marc moans, sliding deeper inside you until he eventually bottoms out.

You already feel fucked out just from the size of him, but as he draws his hips back and the blunt tip drags along your g-spot, you grip his shoulders to ask him for more; and he obliges.

Marc's pace is relentless, his hips working to fuck you open and practically impale you, and you love every second of it, your cunt twitching and throbbing around him. Your throat feels like it's throbbing as well, what with how loud you're moaning, each time his hips collide with yours it sends sparks through your entire body and yanks a strangled noise out of you.

It's barely been a couple of minutes before you're cumming hard on his cock, clenching around him and causing him to come undone too, filling you with more cum than you've ever felt spill from a guy. You don't feel him go soft though, instead it feels like he gets impossibly harder, and he gives you pleading eyes.

"Please baby, fuck it feels so good, lemme fill you up again." He says breathlessly.

"Ok, give it to me Marc, over and over." You reply, and he draws another orgasm out of you in just a matter of minutes.

You continue like that for the rest of the evening, you're bodies slapping together and filling your apartment with filthy noises while you use almost every surface available to you.

You fuck over the arm of the couch, Marc groping and marking the flesh on your ass and thighs as he ruins you from behind and makes you grip the couch pillows so hard it could tear the material. Even the floor isn't safe; you'd migrated to it after your legs gave out and couldn't hold you up any longer, so he simply laid you down with your ass in his lap and fucked you like that.

After hours, the effects finally start to wear off and you both end up collapsing on the couch again, this time to sleep. When you wake up you're greeted with a now fully dressed Marc cleaning you up gently. 

"Don't move, don't want you straining yourself, just stay there, ok?" He pats your thigh and helps you pull a new shirt on "I'll look after you, it's the least I can do."

'Maybe I should go on more missions with him', you think to yourself as you close your eyes again, a big smile spreading across your face.

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @saevenswelt @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra @queerponcho

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐕

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: An intruder seems to have woven themselves into your bed, and the lil' marines are not happy about it.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter III} • {Chapter V}

Nuzzling into your bed sheets. You breathe them in, liking the light musk of wisteria they have to them. Your hands trying to grip at them and bring them closer to your body, but you furrow your eyebrows when they tighten and don’t move. Confused on why they wouldn’t. No one else lays in bed with you, and you don’t have any laundry on your bed, or did you? You forget sometimes.

Slowly opening up your eyes, and shuffling up a little bit on your bed. You narrowly look at what may be obstructing you to have your own blankets. A little grumble coming from you before your eyes widen in shocked surprise, your breath catching in your throat. Not expecting to have a whole ass suit of armor in your bed, taking up most of your bed with its arm laid to the side where your head would have been if you were to have cuddled the block of armor. (Which you may or may not have done in your sleep.)

Quickly looking around your room for any more random armor just laying about in your room, you don’t find anything except the one that threatens to break your bed frame and the whole entire foundation of the apartment. Its tropical turquoise and gold armor giving a shimmer as the sun rises and glows upon it. Its breast plate moving slowly up and down, telling you something or someone was breathing inside of it.

…Just how did you suddenly get a whole suit of armor in your bed? Not to mention with someone inside of it? You know you didn’t just go out after work and picked up yourself knight and bedded him last night, especially a Space Marine. You know your own mini marines wouldn’t be too happy about bringing another Space Marine into the home, much less somehow bed one, but you do try and recall what you did last night just in case that is what you actually did. It wouldn’t be below you to do such a thing when you're incredibly sleepy.

Wait… just where were your little Marines? They usually clung to you in their sleep like some baby sloths. Did you accidentally fling them off in your sleep? Did you roll over on them? Did this suit of armor take them? Squish them even?

Oh, that thought gets you to shuffle through your sheets quickly. Your hands carefully patting down the more bumpy spot’s just in case before shuffling through them again like you were looking for a hidden remote or a pen. How could you not feel the big thing of armor in your bed? How could you not feel it getting into your bed? How couldn’t you feel the obvious dip in the mattress? Did you need to call the police of this? You know you really should.

Your hand bumps up against something small, and you are quick to wrangle it out of your blankets. Unfolding the blanket like a burrito and revealing the little curled up marine inside. A great, mental sigh coming out of you as you hold your little Night Lord close in the palms of your hands. His form actually looking like a cute, lil’ baby bat as he moves in your hold, looking up at you with a quiet coo, questioning you sleepily, but where were your other three Marines?

Searching through your blankets again. You go at a gentle pace, not wanting to disturb the much larger Space Marine sleeping on your bed while you hold Saveth close to your chest. Your hands running over another solid bump in your blankets and immediately start to unwrap another small marine inside of it. Their maroon armor popping out of the blankets with a tiny grumble leaving them when you gently scoop them in your hands as well. The Night Lord and World Eater gently brushing up against each other and sleepily cooing before they snuggle up to each other in an adorable, protective ball.

You would have fawned over them, and taken several blackmailing pictures of it, if you weren’t looking for your other two marines bundled up somewhere in your blankets. Hoping they weren’t squashed like a pancake by possibly you or this suit of armor in your bed. You wouldn’t know what to tell the apothecary’s or yourself if that happened.

Shuffling all around the bed, you don’t find any other little bumps to gently press down. Your heart jumping in your chest as you think of the worst that might have happened to your other two Marines before you catch a glimpse of a dull green near the pauldrons of the massive armor in your bed. Another mental sigh escaping you as you realize that another of your marines were safe, but how exactly were you to get your marine off of this much larger space marine? Climb on top of the larger Space Marine? Poke the lil’ Death Guard off his pauldron with the end of a broom? Pspsps’ at him quietly in hopes to not wake up the larger marine? How do you approach this?

The large marine suddenly huffs out and groans, spooking the Marines in the palms of your hands awake. Their bodies rising up in immediate alert as they scramble away from each other, giving each other a tiny hiss before scanning their surroundings, looking at the situation. Not expecting a Thousand Son to be in your bed either. They don’t remember you bringing in another Space Marine, but that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was this Thousand Son smelled exactly like Scarab. Was this Scarab?

Saveth can’t help but call out to the large, blue Space Marine against his better judgment, gaining a heavy smack to the back of his helmet by Sarvak who growls at him for his stupidity. Feeling how their human tenses up and holds her breath as all three of them watch the Thousand Son suddenly rise up from the bed like a mummy. The bed creaking underneath his weight as he gets far too close for your comfort. The Thousand Son nearly brushing up against you as you lean back to look up at the glowing, icy visor of the Marine.

Everything went quiet for a moment. Nobody moving while the you and the little Marines stared right back up at the larger Marines visor, awaiting movement from him. Watching them on what they might do as they simply stare back down at you. Almost like nothing had accrued to the Space Marine, like they were staring straight through you.

The movement on the blue Space Marines pauldron catches your attention, and Sarvak growls immediately, demanding answers from the Space Marine. Saveth slowly joining in next, not liking this intruder that smells and looks exactly like their band-mate Scarab. Could this be an Alpha Legionnaire? No way, they were never far from your gaze or you were never far from theirs, so who was this? They know you didn’t come in with a Space Marine last night, they were so sure of it. They would have smelled it; heard it too.

The big Marine cocks his helmet to the side making you freeze in your spot. The Thousand Son confused by their actions as he rumbles back down at them, confusing the little Marines in the palms of your hands more. The two looking at each other, confused as he sounded just like Scarab too. This had to be an Alpha Legionnaire, right?

“I…uhh.” You try to speak, flicking your gaze from his icy visor and the little Death Guard, worried for the little guy that made himself comfortable on the pauldron of the bigger Marine. Snoozing there without noticing anything different that happened within the last 10 to 20 minutes. “Who… exactly are you?”

That question seems to make the Marine lean back a little, a deep, confused coo coming out of him before he stiffens and looks at his gauntlets, observing himself, making the bed creak. Moving each one of his fingers individually, seemingly confused at himself, and then you blink.

Nothing, there was not a Thousand Son in front of you anymore. Just the background of your room staring right back at you while your brows furrowed up again in confusion as you no longer see the big Marine in front of you anymore. Were you imagining things? You know Thousands Sons like to do tricks with their… magic. Liked being wizards or something. Was it called Psyker? You’re going to have to reread your books.

Two squeaks of alarm get your attention below you. Your eyes quickly looking down to see what they were calling you for, briefly seeing how the Death Guard was bounced awake. His tiny form of armor face planting into the bed with another squeak while the other two quickly climb out of your hands and rush the now tiny Thousand Son.

Saveth was the fastest to get to the Thousand Son first, and throws himself at him. Small cry’s escaping the two as Saveth tries to pin down the Thousand son with his weight, both of them flaying about. Sarvak gives a snarl when he comes up to the two and grabs the Thousand Son by the gorget; throwing him into the sheets with Saveth still on top of him, a confused whine coming out of the Thousand Son. Both the Night Lord and World Eater demanding very growly answers while they keep the Thousand Son pinned down.

Wait a minute… Your brain finally sparks some logical sense. Slowly figuring out how there was a sudden Thousand Son in your bed. Your brain piecing together the familiarness of this Thousand Sons markings and rather passive and confused behavior.

This was in fact your Thousand Son: Scarab. He was just… grown up for a second there. How do you know? You really don’t, and don’t really have any other logical reasoning for it except that you just know that it’s Scarab, and Atheloca knows it too by squeaking up at you and his band-mates, confused and a bit late to the party. His gauntlets brushing himself off once he stood himself on his two feet.

“Woah, woah, woah, no need to be hostile.” You try to dislodge this situation at hand, moving forward a little bit to gently shoo Saveth and Sarvak off of very much confused Scarab. “This is Scarab, he was just somehow bigger for a moment.”

The two huff up at you, looking between you and Scarab before releasing him from their hold. Their helmets tilting in questioning at the rising Thousand Son before more curious chirps leave them, not even giving him an apologetic one. Immediately throwing out questions while Atheloca is still trying to figure out what went wrong without much evidence.

“Hold on you two, let the little blue breathe. Perhaps he doesn’t know what exactly happened to make him bigger?” You try to help out Scarab even if you or they didn’t understand you. You didn’t want him to feel too overwhelmed with everything that has gone on in the last hour now.

The two huff up at you again, bunglingly agreeing with you, loosening up their defensive stances just a bit. Knowing they will get their answers sooner or later. They want to become bigger themselves once more at a fast rate rather than having to wait on some untrustworthy apothecaries for a cure.

“Now, how was your day yesterday? I know for a fact that… last night wasn’t good, but how about you go back more into your day?” You ask the little marines and they all seem to tense in their armor and shiver at the reminder of last night. Ultimately grimacing at the sounds of pure vileness that had gone down in that nest. Yeah… they really don’t want to go through that again.

Saveth then suddenly speaks up with a squeak, all eyes going to him as he continuously chirps up at you, and not in his cute way. More like you're getting tattle-tailed on, and it certainly feels like it when the rest of them perk up and surround you on your own bed. Pointing up at you and giving wild body expressions in order to talk to you.

“Woah, hey, I have some duty’s too you know.” You definitely yourself after recognizing some of their body language of squeaking you off. Seeing how exhausted you were when you came back from work these past few weeks. “Someone’s got to pay the bills.”

Yet, they completely ignore that subject and go onto different matters that you quite can’t understand yet, but you can definitely see just how upset they were with you. With what? You have no idea, but you know you're getting a combined earful of it that may or may not have gone out your other ear. They were small, looking like angry little bunnies! How could you not ignore that!

You simply sigh down at them when they feel like they have gotten the upper hand, and swipe them up into your arms. Scarab and Saveth giving out a surprised squeak while Sarvak grumbled and Atheloca accepted it. All eventually nuzzling up against you with maybe another huff or two, maybe three.

You were lucky they like you just enough to be swayed by your tactics to get them to quiet down, but once they returned to full size? The roles are definitely going to change on you. Maybe, depending if they feel in a grateful mood or not.

“Let’s get you guys something to eat, yeah?” You mostly talk to yourself, finally shuffling off your bed, nearly taking your sheets with you while you hold the little Marines to your chest. A few tiny whirrs responding to you as you wonder if you should report this to the Apothecary or not. You honestly should, you know nothing if this sudden… transformation affected your Thousand son or not. Don’t know anything in the medical or science field of Astartes either.

You sigh again; more tiredly this time. You’re going have to think of some ways to provide more for these little marines, and a way on how to get them to the Apothecary without them catching onto you and running for the hills to test their stealth skills on you.

[misserabella]

come over.

+18 fem! reader

synopsis; strangely enough, your number one enemy since kindergarten and captain of the basketball club of your college calls you up one night begging you to come over to his dorm room. after knocking on his door, things will take a turn that you would have never expected.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

a/n: i don’t feel too confident about this shot, but i miss y’all and i need to get over my writer’s block. i hope it’s not as much as a disaster as i see it and that you all love it. （ ; ; ）

CW;; cursing, dirty talk, nipple play, bullying and fights, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, hair pulling, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

word count;; +5k!

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

You were having a really bad day. Not bad, horrible.

First of all, your alarm didn’t go off for some stupid reason and caused you to 1. getting late to school and 2. getting your teacher to lower your grade just because he’s a goddamn asshole that hates you. Second of all, you’d forgotten your lunch and your wallet, so you were now starving unable to buy anything to eat (thank god your best friend Robin shared with you her sandwich or else you would be dead by now). And third of all…

“And what do we have here?”

Him.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your skin heating up and your insides turning with disgust and anger as you turned around to face the most annoying fucking person you’ve ever met.

“Give it back, Harrington.”

Steve Harrington, the name that would appear on your worst nightmares, the monster under your bed, the last person you’d ever want to live through the end of the world with... Your enmity had been going strong since kindergarten, when he had picked on you for your looks since day one just because. Then, he started to tell his friends and those around you to not go near you or else they’d catch lice. He needed to be on top of you all the time; if there was a race on P.E, he’d make you trip with his foot to get you on your knees and win (leaving you all bloody and injured), if there were presentations to be made in front of the whole class he’d crack up jokes to make everyone laugh at you, giving you quite the public anxiety and if you somewhat got to win him in anything (probably at grades) he’d go nuts and get so pissed that he’d make your life impossible for the next few months by trashing your locker, ‘accidentally’ throwing his drinks all over you, telling the teachers that he saw you cheating…

It only got worse when you found your best friend: Eddie Munson, who was too an outcast. You became inseparable, and since then you two were the ‘freaks’ to the whole high school just because you liked rock and metal songs.

He smirked, taking a look at the poster that you were just about to hang on your university’s ‘news wall’. It was Eddie’s, he was about to go on a tour and had asked you if it would be okay to hang some posters to let everyone know. Through the years, Corrored Coffin had gained fame and a lot of followers.

“The freak is going on a tour?” he scoffed, raising his eyebrows. “Disgusting. He really thinks he’s gonna become a superstar or some shit…”

You fisted your hands, your heart being squished under the nickname that your friend had had to grow up with just because he liked things the others didn’t.

“Don’t call him that.” you said, your eyes straight into his.

“ ‘Freak’?” he teased you, swaying away the poster when you tried and take it back. “What do you want me to call him then? I could call him a girl, because he surely isn’t a man with that hair of his and that stupid makeup he’s always wearing…” he though out loud, when he noticed your furious expression, he simply shrugged. “Just stating facts.” the people around you had gathered to listen to your bickering. It was a daily coincidence now, Harrington being always the one looking for trouble. Some of them laughed at his words… Jerks. Just like him.

“You know what, Harrington? Sure, call him whatever you want.” you said, ripping from his hands the poster. “But I assure you, that you’ll never be not an inch of a man that he is, if you are bright enough to know what I mean by that.” your eyes wondered to his crotch and that made the crowd burst out in laughter. You were filled with proudness when you noticed his jaw tightening and his body going stiff. You were no outcast now, you were popular to be honest, and everybody knew the two of you since Harrington was the basketball team captain and you the cheerleader team captain. It was hell on the games, each of you always fighting each other off. But your teammates had grown so accustomed to it that they just laughed at your little fights. “So go ahead and run your mouth, ‘cause I’m sure yours will never get to places his have never been.” you leaned in. “And hold your tongue, ‘cause Eddie knows how to use his really well.” you whispered inches away from his face, giving him a wink before stapling the poster to the board and leaving him behind with tightened fists and heated cheeks.

It was a big day for you and your team, and you didn’t have time for play dates.

—

“y/n!” your eyes shone when to your ears the familiar sound of your best friend’s voice ringed.

You turned around, with your pompoms in hand and high ponytail, your college’s cheerleader uniform shining due to the lights that lightened the whole basketball court.

“Eds!” you smiled, so bright that almost blinded, running and jumping on your friend’s arms, who easily caught you and squeezed you in a tight hug. “You made it!” you laughed as he twirled you around.

“Of course I made it, it’s your big night after all. Although I still don’t get this basketball and cheering thing…” he left a sweet peck on your cheek. “But look at you all dolled up! Is it for me?” he winked, leaning just the slightest in, enough for him to whisper on your ear.

You laughed, playfully pushing at his chest. “Of course Munson, you know I’m all yours.” you winked back, making him let out a quick laughter.

“I really need to put a ring on you, Mrs. Munson.” he pointed at you as the music that let the public know that the match was about to start started to play through the speakers and he backed off to the stairs to sit and leave you to your cheerleading.

“I’ll be waiting on it, Mr. Munson!” he sent you a flying kiss that only made you giggle and roll your eyes. You loved Eddie, he always found a way to make you laugh and that’s something that you truly appreciated. He was the only one that truly got you.

You turned around to call for your teammates, your smile fading as fast as your eyes bumped against those brown ones that you do well knew at this rate. Harrington looked at you with such a pissed expression… Water bottle tightly clutched in one of his hands, about to burst. He let it fall to the ground along with the towel that stood on his shoulders when his coach called out for him with his whistle, giving Eddie, who was on the first step on your back a death glare as he ran to the center of the court to shake hands with the other team captain.

What the…

“Girls come on!!” you called for the cheerleaders on your team as you still looked at the stiff body of your incarnated hell. What the fuck is wrong with him? “Assume positions!”

Not my problem.

You shrugged it off and started to cheer for your team along with the public that had come to watch the match, most of them students from both colleges. And through all of it, you tried and ignore the harsh eyes that bore holes on the back of your neck, even if your skin felt like being on fire.

…

It was late at night in your dorm room, Robin having left to stay at his girlfriend’s, Nancy, house since it was Friday. You were snacking on some candy and chips as you watch your favorite show, Teen Wolf along with Eddie, who had sneaked to your bedroom, laying in your bed fully covered and with your pjs on. After the game, which you sadly had lost, you had watched as a very infuriated Steve walked out of the court and the gym, not without giving you and Eddie, who was hugging you and congratulating you for your efforts regardless of the result of the match, a pretty harsh glare that clearly said ‘fuck you two.’

Jeez, you didn’t know what has gotten him so riled up that afternoon but you surely hoped for him to go and drown his sorrows somewhere as quietly as possible and leave you alone.

“Hell yeah!” you cheered to the power couple as they shared their first kiss, almost jumping and throwing all your chips around and on your best friend when Isaac and Allison finally shared their first kiss.

“Ugh. Really Allison?! I was expecting better from you.” the curly haired metal head gasped, acting hurt at the ‘betrayal’. He was team Scott. Which was obviously stupid since he now liked Kira.

“What are you talking about?! Scott has moved on, doesn’t she have the right to do so too?” Eddie gave you a side glance as in a ‘no’, but he quickly laughed when you hit your shoulder with a ‘hey!’.

Your attention was completely on the screen when your phone started buzzing on your side table. You took a new bite at your candy as you reached for it, still not focusing on it as you took. the call. It was probably Robin calling to check in.

“Hello?” you talked into the line, waiting for a few seconds for an answer that never came. You checked the screen, ‘Unknown number’ showing on its center. You furrowed your eyebrows “Hello? Who’s this?” Eddie paused the series and rose to sit up on your bed along with you, mouthing a ‘who’s it?’. You simply shrugged and mouthed back a ‘no idea’. The sudden appearance of a sharp and heavy breathing caught you off ward for a couple of seconds before you rolled your eyes.

“Are you serious?” you huffed, thinking it was a stupid phone call. “We're in college, how about we stop playing Scream and start being more matures?” you said, and just as you were about to hang up, a rather familiar voice croaked out:

“y/n."

You froze, your breath hitching as your brain tried to convince himself that you had heard right “Harrington?” you were in shock for a couple of seconds, Eddie furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you in utter disbelief. When the casual anger grew inside you with just the mention of his name appeared you snapped at him. “Do you know what hour it is… No. Why the fuck are you calling me in first place?” you rolled your eyes. For just a couple of hours that you were enjoying yourself with your best friend, of course he had to come and ruin it. He always does and always will.

He was silent for an instant before his voice breaks out in a whimper that makes your stomach flip.

“Please.”

“W…What?” your eyebrows were knitted together so hard it was painful. Eddie just hits you in the arm, silently asking you to tell him what’s going on. You just swatted his hand away and lift a finger to quiet him.

“Please.” he repeated.

“Are you drunk or something? You should-“ you started, but he was quick to cut you off.

“y/n…” that was something different. The way your name fell from his lips in such need, hunger… “Come over. Please come over. I need you so bad…”

“I-“

“y/n, what is it?” Eddie spoke up, and you could hear the tension from the other part of the line rise.

“Fuck. Is Munson there with you?” Harrington affirmed more than asked.

“y/n!” Eddie asked again.

“y/n.” but the voice of Harrington on the other line had you too out of focus. The way you could hear the begging on his tone, the need…

You didn’t know what had gotten over you, but you found yourself quick on your feet to grab your dorm keys.

“Wait for me.”

Eddie stood up as well and watch you hang up and made your way out of your room after putting on a pair of shoes.

“Where are you going?” Eddie inquired, completely and utterly lost. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I think there���s something wrong with Harrington. You can continue with the serie and use my bed, alright?” you quickly muttered, and when you caught him stepping closer and raising his hand to say something and find out whatever the hell was going on, you closed the door on his face.

You made your way over to the guy’s room wing, having been there before to parties and so. And before you knew it, you had knocked on his door. You didn’t have to wait a long time before he appeared on it’s threshold, his normally perfectly combed hair being a mess, shirtless and with only a pair of sweats on. He looked like a mess, with red cheeks, swollen bitten lips, glassed eyes and shaky breathing.

“Harrington, what the hell are you…” a scream almost got ripped out of you at the harsh yank that took place on your arm. Before you knew it you had been pulled inside and smashed against the now closed door of his room, his body towering over yours and his breath caressing your face.

Fuck. You’ve never been this close before.

“You’re driving me insane.” he said, one of his hands cupping your cheek, dark shiny eyes connecting with yours before they’d drift back to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me all day. Knowing that Munson got to touch you, taste you… Is killing me. And him being in your room? Having you in his arms? Thinking about him just touching you is… Fuck.” you chocked. You didn’t understand. Wasn’t he supposed to hate you? Despise you? Then why…? “I can’t stop imagining him kissing you, holding you…” his thumb pressed over your bottom lip, tugging on it, admiring. “You were supposed to pay attention to me. You were supposed to think about me.” your heart was thumping against your ribs, and you felt like dying when he harshly kissed you. It was fast, and angry. His tongue was quick to push inside your mouth, your teeth clashing and your body being pulled against him. You whimpered, your hands finding his hair as you pulled him closer. You’d never felt that way. How your whole body seemed to combust, the shaking of your limbs, the thumping of your heart…

But what was going on? ‘Pay attention to him’? ‘Think of him’? What was that supposed to mean? Did Harrington always treat you badly to get your attention? To get under your skin one way or another?

You were burning, so badly that he felt like snow.

“Fuck.” he muttered as he pulled away. “Been dreaming of doing that since the first time you yelled at me.” you whimpered when his warm hands took a harsh hold of your waist, pulling you against him close and tight enough for you to feel just how hard he already was on his sweats.

His mouth was back on yours, and your whole world was spinning. His hair on your hands, his gasps against your lips, his musky scent…

“Yeah, that’s right.” he muttered, a little smirk showing in his factions when he noticed your daze and unfocused eyes. “Focus on me. Just me.” he whispered on your ear before his lips latched to your neck, sucking on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You moaned, his hands sneaking inside your pj’s shirt and slowly making its way upwards, towards your chest.

“Fuck, Harrington.” you gasped when his warm hands took your tits, massaging them and rolling your nipples in between his fingers as he pressed a leg in between your legs, making your aching pussy brush against the lean muscle of his thigh.

“Steve.” he corrected. “It’s Steve for you, baby.”

“Steve.” you moaned when he pushed upwards with his leg, helping you ride it.

“That’s right. But you need to say it a little bit louder, hm? Need to let everybody know that it’s me who you are moaning for.” you whimpered at his words, his large hands leaving your chest to take your hips and pick you up to make his way to his king size bed.

You felt almost crushed against the duvet when he pinned you down to it underneath his weight. Almost, ‘cause right at that exact moment, you just wished he could be closer, he could be harsher, smush you against the bed and fuck you senseless ‘till you are nothing more than a babbling mess.

“That’s right.” he smirked when you pulled him closer, choked when his hands where once again pulling your top up slowly. “Fuck. You drive me insane.” he muttered when your chest was fully uncovered. “Fucking beautiful.” you moaned when his mouth left wet kisses on your chest. His tongue circled your nipples as one of his hands made its way to the seam of your pajama pants and panties, which stood completely soaked in arousal.

“Steve.” you cried out when his fingers caressed you from over the lace of your underwear, chuckling at the wetness of them.

“You are so wet for me already, such a good girl…” you almost whimpered, your cheeks blushing at the praise, something that didn’t go unnoticed. “You liked that, hm? Like to be my good little girl?” you nodded, your legs shaking when he finally pushed down your underwear and pjs to touch you. You gasped when his rough and thick fingers pressed against your core, sliding through your folds, pooled in your arousal. “So fucking wet.” he cursed as he circled your clit, making you moan. His touch was electrifying. “Is all of this for me?” you once again nodded. “I need to hear your pretty voice. Speak up for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes… It’s all for you.” you managed to sputter out.

“Mmh…” he hummed happily with the answer, smirking when you let out a loud moan as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, instantly hitting that spongy spot that could make you come over and over again. “Then I guess that if it’s all for me… I could have a taste. Isn’t that right?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you suddenly felt his tongue around your clit at the same time as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, slowly enough to have you gripping at his hair and bucking your hips in search of more.

He complied, starting to eat you out like a man starved. And he kind of was, having been craving you for years and years… He craved you, needed you so badly that his composure had plummeted once you’ve told him that Munson had touched you, kissed you, tasted you first… He wanted you. Wanted you to be solely and completely his.

“Ah, Steve, shit…” you were so sensitive. More than usually. Was it because Steve was too good at eating you out or because it was Steve who was eating you out?

“Louder, baby. I need you to be louder for me.” he said before going back to you, his tongue lapping up at your juices and adding another finger. Their thickness made you cry out his name loud enough for the whole floor to hear. You just hoped that there was no teacher doing the check-ins that night or you’d be screwed.

“Steve, I’m… I’m gonna…” your grip tightened on his hair.

“You’re gonna come? Gonna come on my face, hm?” he curved his fingers upwards, relentlessly hitting your g spot over and over again, pulling you closer to your orgasm. “Go ahead, come for me. Let me have it.”

He didn’t need to say it twice. With his tongue back circling your clit, you moaned as you came, harsh, on his tongue, him helping you to extend you climax by thrusting in and out his fingers whilst lapping at your release, drinking everything you had to offer in between moans and hums.

When he let go of you, licking his two fingers clean, you where a flustered mess; with your hair sticking everywhere, red cheeks, swollen lips and glossy eyes. And he wasn’t that different from you, with his chin and red puffy lips shiny with your juices, his cheeks were flushed and his hair a beautiful mess that you had created in between tugs and caresses. He looked beautiful, so beautiful that you couldn’t help dragging him towards you to taste yourself off of his lips, one of your hands finding his aching and swollen cock, that pushed against his sweats in need of release. He groaned in your mouth, pulling from your hair to part ways.

“Steve…” you cried out, your eyes half-lidded with need, your pussy aching for him, for something to fill you to the brim, to stretch you out, break you.

“What is it, hm?” oh but he already knew… “Haven’t you had enough already? I gave you my fingers and my mouth, is that not enough for you? What a needy slut…” you moaned at his harsh tone and degradation, the contrast with the recent praise making your skin burn and your body cry for him. You needed him so badly… So much that you swore you could die. “Want me to fuck you, hm? Want me to make you cum all over my cock? Have you all brainless as I use you? Pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes please Steve, please, I want it.”

“So pretty begging for me, do you want it that bad?” you nodded, squirming under his touch and whimpering when he gave your thigh a harsh slap. “Can’t hear you, beautiful.”

“Yes.” you cried out, loving how harsh he was treating you, loving the idea that he would use you just for his pleasure.

“Then say it. Beg me to fuck you.” another spank.

“Please Steve, I want you to make me cum all over your cock, please, please, please… I need it. I need you.” tears swelled in your eyes as you stuttered.

“Good girl. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” he said with a smirk, quickly shoving his sweats and underwear down his thighs to discard them aside. You almost choked at his size. You couldn’t take that.

Steve’s dick was huge. So thick and large that you knew that he’d tear you apart, stretch you out so good that would leave you sobbing and drooling against his pillow as he fucked into you over and over again.

“Gonna let me fuck you raw? Let me cum inside and fill you up?” he inquired, and you just nodded, too focused on the pink of his head beaded in pre-cum, on the veins of its sides and the brown curls at its pretty base.

“Yes, please, Steve, I want your cum.” you pleaded, and he groaned, once again pinning you underneath him and kissing you feverishly. You parted your legs for him to position himself in between them. You gasped on his mouth when you felt his head play with your cunt, slowly dragging himself up and down in between your slicked folds to lube himself up, teasing you at your entrance, pushing just the slightest against it. You were so fucking wet… More than you had ever been before.

Your nails found his back as he finally, after hearing your pleads and begging, aligned himself and started to push the tip of his cock inside, leaving you breathless at the stretch.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” he hushed you as you whimpered with every inch. “You are gonna do good for me, isn't that right baby? You are gonna take it, gonna take my cock and cum on it over and over again, right?” you nodded, sinking your nails deeper in his skin, deep enough to make him bleed. But Steve didn’t care, ‘cause he was finally making you his, and you were so goddamn tight he was losing his mind.

You were crying of pleasure and due to the overwhelming sensation of his huge cock when he finally had settled himself fully inside, his tip reaching places you’d never dreamed of, his girth stretching your walls so good it was almost painful. Almost.

"Fuck. Look at you. Already crying and I haven't begun to fuck you yet.” you moaned when he started to slowly fuck into you, so deep that you were going crazy. You needed more, so much more. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”

“More. Please Steve, more.” you called out for him, your whimpers filling the room more and more as he started to move faster and faster.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fucking take it.” he groaned, lost on how good you felt. He never wanted to leave. Never wanted to stop feeling you this close. “Such a good girl.”

You moaned, your eyes turning white at the pleasure. This was like nothing you had experienced before.

“Tell me, did Munson fucked you this good, huh?” he asked, taking your cheeks with his right hand as he rolled your clit with his left to make you look at him. “Did he make you drool? Made you cry?”

You shook your head, but he wasn’t happy with that.

“Say it. Say that no one’s has fucked you like me. Say it, baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“No one has ever… ever fucked me like you.” you somehow achieved to say in between moans and gasps.

“That’s right. Look at you, your pussy is taking me so good… Sucking me in as if you don’t want me to leave.”

Suddenly you were in all fours, your chest against the mattress as he pounded inside of you harder and harder, so hard that you could feel him in your cervix, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cried out, drooling on his pillow, tears spilling due to how good he was making you feel.

His hands found your hips, pulling you against his hips with every hard thrust, leaving you breathless.

You were a babbling and moaning mess, incapable to form any words, even his name.

“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even speak.” he said, and moaned when you clenched around him. “Such a slut.” you whimpered when he gave you a harsh slap on your ass, his eyes focusing on how his dick disappeared in and out of your pussy, which now seemed to be molding around him and just him.

“Steve…” you dragged the ‘s’ as he sped up, fucking you brainless, calling his name over and over again.

He could feel the way you started to clench around him. The wet noises of your juices and his thrusts filled the room with your high pitched moans. You were close. So fucking close…

“Steve, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” your voice was so fucked up due to your screams that you swore you’d have a sore throat tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

“That’s alright sweetheart. Why don’t you come all over my dick, hm? Let me see you fall apart.” and you did. You came so hard you saw stars, your ears ringing as you squirted all over his bed sheets. “Fuck, good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” he groaned at the sight and the feeling of your cunt gushing around his whole cock. “I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna fuck you so full of me I’d have you dripping for a week.”

“Yes, please… please, please, Steve…please.” you babbled as you came over and over again, throwing him over the edge with a ‘fuck’ and moaning when you felt him spill inside you, painting your walls in white.

And maybe and just maybe, you stopped hating Steve that much from now on.

‘Cause we all know what they say… From hatred to love there is only one step.

a/n;

i hoped y’all liked this college stevie!! love you!!!!

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<33333

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SLIMEBALL!AIZAWA X READER

Warnings: dubcon, explicit content, aizawa wrestles with his conscience but his dick wins, aloe vera as lube, talk of when reader was his student, almost somnophilia, fingering, p in v, creampie, cum play, fem-bodied reader, reader is white-coded, described as turning pink/red from sunburn

Word Count: 2.1k

Notes: my contribution to the Wet Hot Slimeball Summer collab! thank you to @bastardblvd for letting me join! i’ve been wanting to write aizawa for a little while now and this just possessed me. hope everyone has fun with it, and make sure to check out the masterlist for more slimy content!

He should wake you up, give you a nudge where you lay in your beach towel, but Shouta can’t bring himself to. Not when he has such a perfect view of your body, the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way your tits squish out from beneath you, your skimpy top barely doing anything to cover them.

Fuck, he should wake you up. Your skin is already turning pink. You’re going to have painful burn lines that will peel and turn into sexy tan lines, and Shouta has to shake his head to get the image out of his mind.

His sick mind. There must be something wrong with him. You were his student for fuck’s sake, and sure, you haven’t been for a few years now. Now you’re a big shot pro, one of the top 10, but he can still remember you sitting in the back row of his classroom, mouthy, obnoxious, still learning to control your quirk.

He remembers having to tell you to shut your mouth every single day, a mouth that he finds himself staring at more and more, lips parted and pouty, and Shouta wants to slide his fingers between them, feel your tongue on his fingerprints.

But he refrains, just bites the inside of his cheek and looks out at the waves.

The beach houses are nice, other pros having rented a few out for a nice little getaway. There are still heroes in the city to protect civilians, nothing to worry about. All Shouta has to do is relax.

He’s in a house with Hizashi, All Might, Snipe, and you, and his patience is running thin. Between Toshinori’s loud ass voice and Hizashi forgetting to turn on his hearing aids, Shouta is beginning to think that maybe he does deserve a little treat. Maybe he should indulge.

No. No. Ex-student. And the media would have a field day if anything ever got leaked. Not worth it. Definitely not worth it.

But hours later finds everyone back in their respective houses, resting after a long day in the sun. Hizashi and Toshinori are passed out and Snipe has retired to his room, probably also sleeping, leaving Shouta tired but awake, listening to you hiss every time you move.

“Jesus, I haven’t had a sunburn like this since I was a kid,” you whine.

“Should’ve put on more sunscreen,” Shouta replies. Or he could’ve just woken you up. Been an actual good person instead of perving on you in your bikini.

“I meant to! But the sun felt nice, and the waves were so soothing, and I just…”

“Dozed off. Just let all those UV rays cook you.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t need a lecture, Aizawa Sensei,” you scoff, and the way the old title makes Shouta’s dick twitch in his sweatpants. Fuck.

“You’re right, you’re right. How about I go pick up some aloe vera, then?” he offers. He needs to put some space between the two of you.

“What, I’ll stop whining?”

“Maybe,” he smirks.

Once he pulls on a shirt Shouta leaves and makes his way down to the little shop at the end of the street. All it sells is beach stuff, but lucky him, that’s all he needs.

One bottle of overpriced aloe vera and a meaningless chat with the cashier, and Shouta is on his way back to the house. He wonders if you’ll lather it on in front of him. Maybe you’ll even ask him to help.

The lightweight shirt you had put on earlier must be too much for your raw skin because you’ve gotten rid of it, walking around in a t-shirt bra and little shorts. Have you gotten even redder?

“Oh, thank god.”

“Let me throw it in the freezer for a few minutes,” Shouta says, pulling the bottle out of your reach when you practically lunge for it. “It’ll feel better cold.”

“But Aizawaaa,” you pout, sounding a lot like a petulant child, crossing your arms only to whimper and drop them back to your hips.

“It’ll be worth it. I promise.” Without giving it much thought he hooks a finger under your chin, thumb flicking your pushed-out bottom lip. When you don’t recoil from the touch, he fights to keep from pulling you closer.

Unfortunately, you don’t ask him for help when you apply the cold cream to your skin, but Shouta is granted a look at your hardened nipples through the material covering them, the icy aloe making you break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you for getting this,” you say genuinely. “It’s gonna make my nap so much easier.”

Shouta has always been good at hiding his emotions, so you aren’t able to see the disappointment he feels as he watches you retreat to your room, the green bottle in hand.

It’s fine though because an hour later he finds himself creeping in after you, eyes locked on your sleeping form. You’re lying on your stomach, likely to avoid the burn on your back that you weren’t able to reach. No blankets are covering you, the heat from your skin keeping you well warmed.

The bottle of aloe is on the nightstand, and Shouta reaches for it—room temperature now, and squirts some in his hand.

He’s doing you a favor, he reasons with himself. Your back is an ugly (beautiful) red, and he wants to help soothe you.

His hands on you don’t wake you immediately, just make you sigh and snuggle further into your pillow. Shouta gently rubs the remedy over you, as careful as possible. You feel so nice under his palms, so warm and smooth, the dip of your back calling to him. He could make you arch further, make your hips roll and buck. Your shorts ride low, waistband just above the swell of your ass, and Shouta wants nothing more than to rip them off, but he resists. Instead, he rubs up your sides, slowly and purposefully, fingers barely dipping beneath the elastic of your bra so that he grazes the sides of your tits.

That makes you stir, eyes slowly opening as tired little noises make their way out of your throat.

“”zawa?” you ask quietly, and his self-control breaks.

“Shh, just relax,” he tells you in a low voice. “It’s okay, m’just taking care of you.”

He sees your eyebrows furrow, and you try to roll over, but his strong hand presses against the small of your back to keep you from turning.

He unclasps your bra, squirts a generous amount of aloe between your shoulder blades, and begins working again. At first he thinks you believe that his actions truly are innocent. You can’t see or feel how hard he is in his sweats, how precum is already beading at his tip.

That belief is shattered when he moves his hands upward again, this time sliding under you to cup your tits.

“Aizawa!” You push yourself so that you’re sitting up awkwardly, but all it does is make it easier for him to grope you and press his lips to your shoulder.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t want this,” he drawls, smirking into your skin. “I haven’t forgotten about your little schoolgirl crush.” Because as much as you may have annoyed him in class, you still looked at him with hearts in your eyes. It was easy for him to deduce that all your smartass comments were just to get his attention.

“That doesn’t mean…” You trail off when he pinches both of your nipples, pulling a quiet moan from you.

“Just once, sweetheart. You owe me after teasing me the last few days.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Walking around in your short little dresses, prancing around with these pretty tits falling out of your bikini tops.” He gives you a tight squeeze before letting go of the plump flesh in order to trail his hands down further. “Let me have you just once.”

You only resist a little when he pushes you back down on the bed, face down again. You’ve lost your bra, and Shouta is quick to pull your cotton shorts down your legs, revealing that you’re wearing nothing underneath them.

He groans, groping your ass, bouncing your cheeks before spreading them to show your folds.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he growls, running a finger down your slit as far as he can. You’re already wet for him—such a good girl—but he still wants to get you slicked up and messy.

Shouta grabs the bottle of aloe vera once again, covering his fingers with it then slowly pushing two of them inside of you.

“Ahh, fuck, ‘zawa,” you gasp. With your cheek against the pillows, Shouta can see the way your mouth opens, eyes wide as they flick around to whatever you can see. Your body is tense, but you aren’t fighting him, thighs parting a little more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs. You don’t respond, just bite your bottom lip. Doesn’t matter. As long as you let him touch you he’ll be a happy man.

Pumping his fingers, Shouta stares at your reddened skin and gets the idea to mark you, presses his fingertips into your flesh then pulls them away, admiring the light circles they leave behind. Mesmerized, he grips your ass with one hand, squeezing to create those same marks just under the curve.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He punctuates it with a spank that makes you jolt, but you quickly melt when he curls his fingers a certain way. “You ready for my cock, baby? I’ll be gentle. I know you’re sore.”

A lie. He slicks himself up with more aloe then thrusts into your heat all at once, stretching you on his fat cock and holding you in place when you squirm.

“Y-you said… nnfuck.”

“I know what I said, but your pussy is just too—” he snaps his hips back and forth, eyes rolling in his head. “Too sweet. Can’t help it.”

Shouta tugs you up so that you’re on your knees, back pressed to him, and he knows the friction is hurting you, the coarse hair on his chest chafing your raw skin, but at this angle he can reach in front of you to play with your neglected clit, massaging it with two fingers.

“‘zawa let me… at least let me ride you,” you plead.

It’s a tempting thought, but… “you feel so good like this, though. So warm, taking my cock so well.”

He presses a hand low on your tummy, swears he can feel his dick moving, but he gets distracted when you let your head hang back to rest on his shoulder. Opportunity presents itself with your neck so open, and Shouta wraps his fingers around your throat, just barely squeezing.

He’s so deep inside you, cockhead nudging your cervix. Ohh, he wants to fuck you so full of his cum, wants to see you sprawled on the mattress dripping with him, wants to see you ruined.

Words stick in your throat, but your lips are moving like you want to say something. Shouta pants in your ear, “what is it, baby? What do you want?”

“Wanna—wanna cum,” you whimper, and now Shouta knows that you’ve fully accepted him. You’re not mad at him for fucking you, no. You want this. You want him.

“Cum, then,” he growls, nipping your earlobe. “Cum on my cock, I wanna feel your pussy—”

Your back arches painfully, sensitive skin pulling taut as you cry out and cream all over him. Feeling your cunt contract around him, Shouta fucks into you harder and deeper, using you like a rag doll as he gets lost in your climax, climbing to his own.

He’s not sure he’s ever cum so hard in his life, thick lines shooting from his dick and coating your guts. Shouta bites into your shoulder hard enough for you to yelp and try to slap him away, but all of his muscles are so tight that even his jaw is locked. His hips stutter as strings of white keep shooting into you, your used cunt so full of him that it starts leaking back out of you.

When he pulls out, Shouta scoops some of his cum out of you, dazed as he smears it down the pink of your spine.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, falling forward onto the mattress and glaring.

Shouta shrugs his shoulders. “Aloe works just as good as lube. Maybe cum’ll work well as aloe.”

“That’s disgusting.”

So is he. But at least he finally learned to relax on his vacation.

2023©️shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize or repost my work to any other platforms.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠:

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𝙖/𝙣: @hearted-anon 👀

𝙩/𝙬: use of restraints, rough tickling, changbin works too hard smh

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: hyunjin

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Changbin worked a lot. Sure, it was difficult for him to admit so, but deep down he was aware that he worked a little too much for someone who was supposed to be taking a break.  

He woke up pretty early in the morning, drank TWO cups of coffee, and then made his usual protein shake and grabbing his bag to head down to the gym. 

Two hours later and he was walking back, skin dewy from his shower and then he was working, either dancing, singing, or rapping—or maybe even all three, until he had lunch. 

Then he was producing some new music. He would sit at his desk [or maybe the couch?] and he would work on new music all day and even throughout the night, where he fell asleep at a ungodly time. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe he worked a lot. He never really did things for fun outside his free time, did he? 

Hyunjin frowned when he caught Changbin laying on the couch, phone in his hand. “What are you doing?”

Changbin looked up with a smile. “Hi, Hyunnie!!” He sang, rising from the couch with a groan and running to cling onto the younger. 

Hyunjin shook his head fondly as Changbin buried his head into his chest, and he ruffled his hyung’s hair. God, he was too sweet. 

“Um—so hyung, why are you still working? It’s so late.” Hyunjin asked, cupping the shorter’s cheeks and squishing them with an ever-rising love growing in his chest.

“Mmm…don’t wanna…” Binnie suddenly yawned, and Hyunjin glanced at the face, a feeling of exhaustion settling over it. 

“You should really rest, hyung. You look super-duper tired.” Jinnie sighed, moving his arms down and wrapping them around the bunny’s belly. “C’mon. Pretty please?”

“Mmhm…noo…” Binnie whined, squealing when Hyunjin teasingly poked his ribs. 

“C’mon hyung~” Suddenly Changbin could feel the air turning mischievous, and he immediately scrambled to protect himself. 

“W-Wait wait—HYUNJIN!!” He shrieked suddenly when he was full body thrown onto the couch, feet dangling over the edge as Hyunjin easily got the upper hand. 

”Keep ‘em up or it gets 10x worse.“ Hyunjin grabbed the older’s arms and squeezed, pulling them easily over the bunny’s head. 

Binnie gulped, firmly grabbing the edge of the couch above his head, just as Hyune began to untuck his shirt. 

“You still don’t wanna take a break, huh?” Jinnie scoffed, opening up the dwaekki’s shirt up to his highest rib, smiling at the familiar way Binnie’s legs kicked suddenly as cold air hit his skin. 

“H-Hyunjin…please!! The others are sleeping!!” Binnie hissed, cheeks flushing a furious red when Hyunjin traced down his arms. “Then you better stay extra quiet, hm?”

“Hyuhuhunjihin pleeheheeaasee!!” Binnie giggled, unable to hold back his sweet giggles as Hyunjin traced around his small, rounded tummy, the skin unbearably sensitive. 

“Plehehehease dohohohon’t!!” He snickered, tangling his hands in his hair as Hyunjin continued to happily keep the older giggling beneath him. 

“Don’t what?” Hyunjin feigned cluelessness, continuing his small movements across Binnie’s torso, trapping the boy’s knees further when the rapper began to kick desperately behind him with a high pitched squeal. 

“Dohohon’t tihihickle mehehehe—PLEHEASEE!!” Changbin pleaded when Hyunjin moved to his ribs, grabbing the smaller’s rib cage and shaking it to pull louder belly laughter from his hyung. 

“Please what? Please keep tickling my sweet little ribs? Please keep on making me laugh? You have to specify, bunny~” Hyunijin cooed, and Changbin squeezed his eyes shut, a flustered pink blush coating his ears. 

“Plehehease KEEHEHeeep ohon mahahahaking me lahahahaugh!!” Poor Changbin giggled flusteredly. 

Hyunjin’s heart almost exploded. “Gosh, hyung, you’re just so cute.” He mused, skittering his fingers along the dwaekki’s upper torso, mainly his armpits. Binnie begged, the words fading into frantic laughter as he kicked his legs desperately behind Hyune. “NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!”

Hyunjin only continued his scribbling along his hyung’s armpits, Changbin shaking his head as he cackled and tried to keep his arms up. Only, the dancer continued with his relentless teasing until Binnie couldn’t bear it anymore, throwing his hands down to grip at Hyunjin’s. 

“Oop. They’re down~” Hyune cooed, grabbing his belt from behind him and using it to buckle the poor dwaekki’s wrists to the heavy chair behind them. 

“Thahat’s so unfair!!” Binnie complained. Not that he minded, he always got wrecked worse when he was tied down and helpless. 

“You’re the one tied down. I make the rules here.” Hyune declared, gently rubbing down Binnie’s legs as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Tummy time~” Hyunjin returned to Changbin’s belly. He always did. 

“W-Wahait…No rahaspberries pleheasee!!” Changbin stuttered, eyes widening in anticipation as Hyunjin pressed a small kiss to his torso. 

“Oh? I wasn’t gonna do it (he was), but now thanks for that idea!” Hyunjin exclaimed, leaning closer to the older’s belly. 

The fact that Binnie couldn’t move at all had him nervously twitching and squeezing his eyes shut. 

He suddenly shrieked when the raspberry landed—not on his tummy—but on that torturously ticklish area right beneath Bin’s pecs that always had him howling. 

“HYUHUHUHUHUNJIHIHIHIN!!” He screamed in betrayal, squealing frantically when the buzzing sensation only continued. 

Binnie started to cry with mirth, shaking his head side to side as Hyunjin aimed for the sides of his chest, and the younger was suddenly startled as a long, sharp wail tore out of the bunny’s throat. 

Frightened that he had hurt him, Hyunjin abruptly stopped. Right in the middle of the raspberry. 

Changbin choked on a peal of laughter, panting hard and Hyunjin began to feel the worst. The dwaekki seemed to be genuinely out of breath. 

“Hyung…hyung, I’m so s-sorry…are you okay?” Hyunjin immediately scrambled to unbuckle and grasp at Binnie’s arms. 

“Yeahah…why’d youhu stop lihike that...?”  Changbin heaved. 

“I…I thought I’d hurt you…” Hyunjin suddenly gasped, and Bin sat up immediately, grabbing at the dancer’s shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug. 

“No. No, you didn’t hurt me, baby…what made you think so?” Binnie cooed, and Hyunjin coughed for a second before responding. “You sounded like you were in pain.”

Changbin laughed. “Nonono love, it just…um—you know—tickled…too much.” He cleared his throat in embarrassment. 

Hyunjin looked up at him with a mischievous smirk. 

“Hyune…Hyunjin.” Changbin immediately began to back up, the younger crawling towards him all the same. 

Binnie shrieked when his back hit the headboard and suddenly Hyunjin was wrestling him down and managing to pin the older yet again. 

“Let’s move here?” Hyunjin tapped gently on the skin of the rapper’s thigh, gently rolling up his shorts to expose the inner area. 

“Nohoho…I really can’t tahake ihit there!” Changbin stared in horror as Hyunjin began to gently wiggle his fingers, nearing the skin gently…slowly. 

Suddenly, Hyunjin’s knees were pinning Binnie’s apart and his hands were scribbling torturously up and down the skin, causing the poor rapper to wail desperately through his loud cackles. 

“WAHAHHAHAAHAHAIT!! IHIT TIHICKLES TOO MUHUCH PLEHEHEASEE!!”

“How could I? I love your thighs, so soft and perfect.” Hyunjin replied, looking fondly down at his beautiful hyung, smile wide and happy. 

“NOHO—WAIT—CHAHAHAHANGE SPOHOHOHOTS I CAHAHAHAN’T!!” Changbin wailed, kicking his legs out fruitlessly. 

Instead of moving to a spot where Bin could handle it, of course, Hyunjin then grabbed his ankle, running his nails down the taut skin, moving half of his fingers to the inner part of Bin’s feet. 

Changbin nearly saw god. High pitched squeals tore themselves out of his throat and his mind was breaking. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAAHAAAHA I CAHAHANT!!” 

“Really? Even your ankles are so unbearable ticklish that I have you squealing here beneath me? What about these little feet then, hm?” Hyune then switched to said spot, and Changbin’s laughter went silent immediately, only coming back wilder. 

“HYUHHUHUNE WAHAHAHAIT PLEHEHEASE!!” Changbin screamed. “MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP OHO GOHOHOHOD!!” 

“Only if you agree to take a break with me.”

Binnie gave in immediately, especially because fingers began to torturously tickle at his thighs again. 

“OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!! IHIHILL TAHAKE A BREEHEHEHEHEAK!! IHI PROHIHOHOMISE!!”

Hyunjin let up on that spot, moving back to his hyung’s belly to give him a breather. 

Binnie panted as Hyunjin let him go, laying his fluffy hair on the bunny’s bare tummy and sighing in satisfaction. 

Changbin slept that night peacefully, as did a warm ferret who snored away on his hyung’s soft tummy, hands kneading gently at the older’s thighs. 

Safe to say, Hyunjin got to spoil his hyung the next day with all the lovely things, and the break was certainly well-deserved. 

[sublimecatgalaxy]

hii !! i love your fezco/ashtray imagines a lot, i was wondering if you could write smth like fezco x sunshine reader who has a rlly close platonic bond with ash and they’re both v protective of her and just some fluffy domestic stuff 🫶

I love writing this type of trope with Fez and Ash. Warms my heart.

"I don't know why you're with him." Ash calls out suddenly, lifting the blunt from his lips as Fez and I both turn to look at him, shocked and mildly disappointed that he's tearing our attention away from the movie playing on the TV.

"What do you mean?" I ask, lifting my head from Fez's lap so I can sit up, still tucked safely in the crook of his side and I link my fingers with Fez's hand that's never left my shoulder as I shifted.

"He's so fuckin' tough and shit a-and he's seen some shit and you're just..." Ash pauses with a taunting expression, trailing off as Fez's shoulders square, totally prepared to stand up for me against Ash's incessant teasing.

It's been this way since Fez and I started seeing each other; all three of us would be hanging out and all of a sudden Ash and I would be taking shots at each other until one of our 'insults' forces a laugh out of the whole room- like true siblings.

Sometimes Fez jokes that Ash and I are more like siblings than they are.

"Just what, Ash, spit it the fuck out." Fez mutters, taking a hit off his joint before hanging it in my direction but I hold a hand up to him, waving the smoke from my face.

"You're so nice." Ash's words are a compliment but they don't exactly sound like they're meant as a compliment especially with the sassy smirk that spreads easily across his lips.

"Am I'm not nice?" Fez asks, feigning offense with a quiet laugh and I reach over to pat his chest, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

"You're the nicest, Fezzy." I whisper, dragging his attention towards me as he leans down, pecking my cheeks a few more times before he tilting his head just right to catch my lips in a brief kiss. Ash groans in response to our outward display of affection but it only makes me want to do it more, a snicker escaping me and Fez smirks.

"Thank you baby."

"You're literally like the fucking sun and he's like a fucking storm cloud, dude." Ash sits up, waving his hands between the two of us, trying to get the point across but it's a point that Fez and I are painfully aware of already. We're different, we always have been, but in the ways that I've made him softer, he's helped me grow a bit of a backbone.

And in this household, you need a pretty damn strong backbone.

"Yeah well, when you're old enough, you'll realize that opposites do attract." I throw a wink in his direction which forces a scoff and an eye roll from Ash as he rises to his feet, muttering under his breath as he passes us.

"When I'm old enou- shut the fuck up." He thwacks the side of my head as he walks by and Fez chuckles, head tipping back in laughter.

"Love you Ash!" I call out, hearing the sound of his bedroom door closing and I feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment that I was finally able to tease him into submission. I won!

It only took nearly two years of knowing him.

"He doesn't like to be teased." Fez chuckles, looking down at me with a soft look, a knowing smile spread across his lips as I shrug. I tuck my knees to my chest, reaching up to cup his cheeks in my hands, squishing his cheeks playfully.

"Well then he needs to stop teasing me."

"That's never gonna happen."

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[the-grey-hunt]

i have covid and must sit in my room all day. it's ghost trick posting hours and i am thinking about a gt major arcana set

These are purely based on my vibes from experience and the little pamphlet that came with my Rider-Waite-Smith deck, so feel free to argue with me, i could really use a conversation to get invested in rn

0 - THE FOOL. Obviously this one is going to be Sissel. The Fool represents setting out on a journey that's gonna take you through the rest of the cards, and it's the zero point, the beginning of the deck (sometimes the end, which is how my pamphlet organizes it). I'd draw him in the junkyard, maybe as the ghost flame.

I - THE MAGICIAN. This one gave me the most trouble. I eventually settled on Pigeon Man, partly because I couldn't figure out a 'scene' i liked for this more than a person. He fits the bill of a man hiding some secrets, but one who's a sort of 'magus' (pamphlet's word) or knowledgeable figure. No idea how i'd draw it.

II - THE HIGH PRIESTESS. I picked the park guardian/Dabira. HEAR ME OUT. The description I have says "tenacity", or if reversed, "passion" and "surface knowledge" (hate to say it but Dabira does not know the lore). Normally this would be a woman, but I ran out of female characters before assigning this one. This drawing would highlight the stars in his eyes.

III - THE EMPRESS & IV - THE EMPEROR. Alma and Jowd, respectively. The Empress is "the unknown, doubt" or reversed, "truth, the unraveling...of matters". More her role in the story than her actual personality, but the game devs didn't give her one, so. The emperor represents "conviction" (lol) and "protection", but also reversed can mean "confusion", "obstruction".

I'd draw Alma in a fake foil-card, where it looks like it's being tilted so some of her is visible through the "foil" but the "reflective" parts are her blacked-out flashback silhouette. Jowd would be at the foot of a ruined throne.

V - THE HIEROPHANT. This one's Kamila. "Captivity" is one of the potential meanings, but reversed it can also be "weakness", which I don't mean as an insult, but she's a little girl who gets physically overpowered. It would be Kamila on a thronelike seat in the red trunk, the hierophant's tools (maybe pieces from the contraption) on the floor before her.

VI - THE LOVERS. Yomiel and FianSissel. "Love" and "trials overcome", but reversed "failure" or "foolish designs". I think they as a pair represent the potential meanings pretty well; there's definitely love, but their love leads them to foolish plans down doomed paths. Drawn as each other's reverse, like a face card in a deck of playing cards.

VII - THE CHARIOT. "Triumph", but reversed, "defeat". I'd draw this as squished Jeego rolling away with the wrecking ball—both a triumph and a defeat!

VIII - STRENGTH. Lynne! "energy" and "action" both describe her. The reversed meanings don't really fit, so I'm ignoring them lol. I'd draw her in her determined pose, maybe from in the Yonoa with the pocket watch.

IX - THE HERMIT. Ray! "Prudence" (the other meanings I'm given don't fit as well), but reversed, "concealment", "disguise". I'm drawing that boy wigglin'.

X - WHEEL OF FORTUNE. "Destiny", "luck". No character fits this as well as the clock from the 'rewind time' cutscene.

XI -JUSTICE. Literally just gonna be the Justice Minister, in one of his slumped-on-the-desk poses. "Executive", but reversed, "law in all departments", "excessive severity".

XII - THE HANGED MAN. This one is Cabanela, and you know he's going in the hanged man pose. "Trials", "intuition" "discernment"— reversed, "selfishness", so the regular and reversed readings are the truth v. how he's percieved.

XIII - DEATH: I think this should be a drawing of a detective's pistol. There's the possibility of getting more metaphorical with this card, but here, I don't think you need to.

XIV - TEMPERANCE. I put Rindge for this one because i wanted to include all the people who get their lives saved by Sissel, and I do think it fits. "accomodation" (of lynne); reversed, "competing interests" (his assignment v. helping lynne). I'd draw him seated at the table in the restaurant.

XV - THE DEVIL. This isn't as much a person (I mean, it's Sith), but I want this card to show as its centerpiece the little grabby thing that takes Yomiel's Temsik fragment out. Both Yomiel and Sith would be visible, to either side, but the meaning of "violence" or, reversed, "fatality", "pettiness", seems best suited by this specific scene.

XVI - THE TOWER. It's already been done perfectly and is tbh the reason I'm making this post

XVII - THE STAR. What else? The Temsik meteorite. Carries a meaning of "loss", but alternately (not reversed, but alternately) "hope", "bright prospects for the future". Two very different scenes in that park...I'd draw it in the crater, where it could be showing either future.

XVIII - THE MOON. Beauty and Dandy for this one, idk how i'd draw them. "Hidden enemies", "danger", "deception", "error".

XIX - THE SUN. Missile! Means "material happiness", "contentment", even when reversed. It's what he is and what he brings to people around him! I'm giving that boy a halo effect.

XX - THE LAST JUDGEMENT. A scene of "the last desperate struggle" (to borrow the soundtrack title) in Temsik Park, the last moment of gameplay in the game. Could be either the fountain with the meteor coming down, or missile in the bullet right before it's swapped. could be a lot of moments!

XXI - THE WORLD. I would do a cool thing with the phone lines and traveling through them for this one. luckily no one can make me draw it, so you're just gonna have to picture the coolness yourself

[jillsandwhichs]

Cleon Oneshots/AUs Collection , Chap 4 , Inches In Between Us

Masterlist

Pairing: Claire Redfield & Leon Kennedy

Summary: Claire & Leon end up in the shower together ;)

Status of their relationship in this oneshot: Engaged

WC: 2.8k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Hand job, P in V, No protection, Light choking, Shower sex + more

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

Stepping up the staircase, Claire turned to her right and walked into her's and Leon's bedroom, spotting him on his Dell laptop, most likely catching up on some work. In the later evenings, it was always so quiet, the two kept to themselves. Which wasn't a bad thing, morely it was healthy, they enjoyed it. To much of one person can be tiring, taking breaks is valid and Claire would stand up for that statement any day.

Claire had a vanity in the corner of their bedroom. It held her makeup products and jewelry, in which she wasn't able to wear very often, but it's still good to have around. Especially with the fact Leon works for the D.S.O, they sometimes have to dress up and look presentable, so it's useful for future days.

Moving her small, painted fingernails up to her ears, Claire unclipped her earrings, setting them down into her organized jewelry box. She then unhooked her necklace, straining it away from her neck. Claire's body felt quite tense, it had been a damn rough week for her. Terrasave isn't an easy job, but she can't really be upset with it, she fought to work there.

Walking closer to their shared closet, she went inside of the small room. Claire loved their closet, it was one of the high selling points to her when they were looking for their very own place to call their's. It was compact, but perfect. Plus, Leon barley owns clothes, so it's practically all hers!

The girl grabbed some sleeping clothes, she planned to change into them after she showers, so that afterwards she can just go to sleep. Claire was way more of a morning person, night time wasn't necessarily her thing, she doesn't like the dark and awful things seem to always happen during this time. She'd much rather just sleep the night away.

The man was still on his laptop, keeping to himself, the only sound coming from him was the tapping on his keyboard, which the two of them found oddly satisfying and relaxing. Claire could barley hear it from the closet though, it was inaudible. From the bed though, Leon called out to Claire.

"Hey baby, come here." Leon somewhat shouted out. "Hold on!" Claire yelled back, briskly snatching a pair of panties from the shelf, then walking out of the closet, seeing Leon looking upwards. "Yeah?" Claire asked, her clothes hung on her thin arm. "Just checking on you, I love you." Leon chuckled, taking another glance at her before his eyes were attracted back to his laptop.

"Love you too." Claire chortled, gandering at him again before speaking once more, "I plan to get in the shower here in a bit, care to join me?" Claire asked, smiling seductively before heading towards the edge of the bed Leon was sitting on. Leon's eyes shot up at Claire, he chuckled before talking, "I can try, this report is almost finished up so let me carry on, okay beautiful?" Leon questioned, placing his and on her hip, squishing it lovingly before taking his hand back to his keyboard.

"Take your time." Claire mumbled, leaning down and kissing the top of his hand, taking her free hand and caressing his cheek, feeling his prickly scruff. Leon loved how Claire would touch him, it was so relaxing. Claire ambled into the bathroom, placing her pajamas onto the rack. Their bathroom was quite big, and was once again, one of the selling points of the house. The lofty shower was an eye grabber when they first seen it. It was just very spacious.

Another particular selling point within the bathroom would have to be the double sinks. Leon is just so unorganized, Claire couldn't bare the thought of sharing the same counter space as him. Bless his cluttered soul.

Claire slipped her leggings off, tossing them into the white hamper. As Claire was getting undressed, she remembered she left her slippers in the closet, which she usually wears after she's done showering, it's like a habit. She opened the bathroom door, walking over to the closet and quickly grabbing them, placing her fingers on the top and pinching them.

"You look sexy." Leon teased, seeing her in just a tank top and panties. "You're crazy." Claire laughed, rolling her eyes jokingly before making her way back to the bathroom. Claire fully undressed, her body feeling chilly as the air hit her bare skin. The girl turned the shower on, making it so it's not to hot, nor to cold. Claire begins to feel nauseous if it's too hot, but also can't stand it when it's too cold.

Hopping in the shower, Claire blew out as the water hit her body. Droplets streamed down her body, hitting the drain, never being seen again as they flowed away. Claire dipped her face directly underneath the shower head, allowing the pressured water to hit her face, small bits of the water found it's way into her mouth. Her hair was also getting quite wet, which she didn't mind, she didn't have to wash it today, she did the other day.

As she spun around, Claire felt the heated water fall onto her back, it felt good, especially since her back had felt so tense earlier. All of her body had been sore, but her back always got the worst of it. Reaching for the loofah, Claire heard the bathroom door creak open, and she couldn't help but bite her lip. She already knew it was Leon.

"Hold on babe." Leon grunted out, the sound of his clothes falling to the tile floor could be heard. "Take your time." Claire giggled, scrubbing the body wash onto her arms, it was cherry scented, Claire's always loved the smell of cherries. The soap washed away into the drain, making Claire's arms feel more unblemished than before, it was amazing. Leon then stepped into the shower, standing right behind Claire, placing his hands upon her hips, turning her to face him.

Squealing, Claire chuckled as Leon turned her around, keeping his hands on her hips with gentleness, the shower water falling down onto the both of them. Claire swathed her arms around Leon's neck, her nails scratching the end of his head with carefulness. "You're so pretty." Leon whispered, leaning down and leaving a small smooch on Claire's forehead, not moving for a good five seconds.

"You think so?" Claire asked with a tone that displayed her need for Leon. "I know so." Leon sighed, his hands roaming on her wet, smooth body, eventually reaching her rear, cupping it softly with his vein filled hands. "I want you." Claire whispered, bringing Leon's head closer to hers, indicating she wanted a kiss. Leon snickered and planted his lips on hers, water leaked through their lips, making it feel even more hot.

Leon's hands remained on her ass, squeezing it every so often, their tongues grazing against one another in a sensual make-out. The man pulled Claire into him, feeling her ravishing breasts press against his bulk chest, making him feel beyond horny, Leon couldn't help it, Claire was so alluring. "I love you." Leon spoke clearly, pulling away from the heated kiss, smirking as the water continued to spout over Claire and her tiny frame. "I love you." Claire spoke back.

The girl placed her hands on his chest, caressing it as she gazed into his eyes, the moment was getting so intense ; she absolutely ravaged for moments like these with him, they were special. Claire breathed in deeply as she felt her luscious finger-tips stroke past his V-line, feeling his manhood, and his length, in which Claire loved... A lot.

"Can I?" Claire questioned, biting her lip whilst smiling, staring up at her man. "Mhm, please." Leon answered, smiling at his girl. Claire couldn't help but feel adrenaline and excitement inside her when he said 'yes' to her, she really liked giving Leon hand jobs, the way he'd react was so attractive to her, most women wouldn't enjoy it, but Claire most definitely does.

Taking a hold of his length, Claire began to pump it slowly, looking down at it as she did so, trying to do it perfectly so Leon wouldn't have any complaints. He was so big, the first time Claire ever seen his dick, she thought she wouldn't be able to handle it. "Does that feel good?" Claire asked, her tone low. "Yeah, yeah baby, it does." Leon replied, sighing as he watched his own fiancee jerk him off.

Beaming to herself, Claire continued, stroking his long length in her supple, petite hand, the water pressure was harder now, it dripped on the both of them, they didn't pay much mind to it though as they were entranced by the sexual action happening between them. Leon released a groan, moving his hands from his sides to Claire's cheeks, rubbing them as he looked into her enticing eyes, which only caused Claire to speed up her actions.

"Just like that baby..." Leon grunted out, his erection fully formed now, and it had been literally less than a minute, just goes to show how easily Claire gets Leon turned on. The man placed his right hand on her throat, lightly gripping it as he pulled her in for a kiss, feeling extremely aroused by how fast she was stroking him.

The feeling of Leon pulsing was extraordinary, and sexy, Claire loved it and didn't stop, she only kept going, wanting to finish him off before they got to the real deal. Claire moved her hand along his dick at a more rapid pace, leading to Leon almost losing his breath from the immense pleasure she was giving to him. Leon grasped her small wrist, taking her hand away from his length before talking, "Okay beautiful, that's enough, I don't wanna finish yet." Leon stated, his voice deep.

Claire playfully rolled her eyes, encasing her arms around Leon once again, kissing his cheek, "Okay, we can finish up showering then." Claire spoke with a delighted tone, turning around and reaching for her bar of soap. "I'd rather us do it in here... It's been a while." Leon snickered, his hands rested on her hips as she washed herself up with the bar of soap. "You sure?" Claire teased. "Never been more sure." Leon chuckled, grabbing the bar of soap from her hand and putting it back onto the rack.

Leon grabbed Claire's shoulders and bent her over, with ease of course, making sure not to hurt her. Even more excitement flowed throughout Claire's body, despite them having intercourse often, it was always a pleasant experience that the two of them cherished. "Tell me if you need me to stop babygirl..." Leon muttered, pumping himself a few times as he spoke. "Mhm." Claire replied, holding onto the shower wall, her body was quite flexible so she was able to do this position with no issues.

Putting his hand on her lower back, Leon used his right hand to slip inside of Claire, the shower water helped make it slippery and wet, allowing him to move inside her with ease. Claire let out a noise as she felt every single inch of him go inside her, it felt never ending, until he was deep, Leon didn't wait when it came to sex, he loved going straight for it, although Claire just deals with it, whatever he wants, he'll get, and vice versa.

"Like I said, tell me to stop if needed." Leon made clear, always needing his fiancees consent. He pulled all the way out of her, before pushing back into her core, the feeling was euphoric and Leon couldn't get enough. The girl moaned quietly consistently as the man behind her continued to move in and out, it was such a good feeling, the way her lower half felt was indescribable.

Leon gripped Claire's hips with his hands down, making himself more stable. He felt more and more turned on whenever Claire would make her lustful little noises, they were one of his favorite parts of moments like these, it helps bring him over the edge, which she happens to do so perfectly. "You're my everything." Leon grunted out as he picked up the pace he was moving into her. "You are to me as well." Claire sputtered out, her words unclear due to the amount of pleasure she was receiving.

"You feel amazing... You always do..." He sighed out, his hands slipping down to her rear, fondling it as he continued to pound into her, her walls were tight and made just for Leon. Water continued to pour on the both of them, the heat of the water and the warmth of their sex was a perfect combo, it enhanced the feeling even more, the two of them couldn't help but want even more.

"Leon..." Claire whispered out, holding onto the wall for dear life, which Leon could notice her struggle, but he continued to pound into her, hoping she'd be able to last just a little while longer. "You okay?" Leon groaned out, squeezing her rear as he pushed back into her, going deep inside her again, and again, making her gasp with ecstasy. "Yeah..." Claire muttered out.

Claire held her hands against the humid, wet shower wall, every movement Leon would make only made it harder to keep a hold on, her body was shaking, back arching and her hands could barley keep up with maintaining herself. Leon's hand trickled up her spine, placing it on the back of her neck and holding it firmly, helping the two find stability. With the man gripping the girls neck, he went at a much faster pace now, their skin slapping filled the bathroom, it was all that could be heard along with the water.

"Fuck..." Leon moaned out, throwing his head back as he slammed into Claire again, feeling himself pulse inside of her. The shower slipped down the front of his body, landing between his pelvis area and Claire's butt, making the noise of them slapping against each other even louder. "Come here..." Leon grunted, pulling out quickly and spinning his girl around, picking her up into his arms.

Giggling, Claire immediately wrapped her arms around him and shut her legs around his torso. "Much better." Claire expired, then whimpered as Leon slipped himself back inside of her. "You look so good like this." Leon praised, holding her up by her rear, pumping himself in and out of her at a decent pace, not wanting to finish to early. Claire pressed her forehead against Leon's, water dripping down their faces, honestly making the moment feel dramatic.

She pressed her lips against his, her hands tugging on his hair as she did so. He kissed her back, pushing her up against the wall as he did, repeatedly pounding against her, his lower stomach feeling as though it was filled with fire, he was close, real close. Claire could feel him twitching inside her, causing her walls to contract around his length. "I'm trying to hold out." He said with ambition, then going back to kissing her with passion, complete and utter passion.

There was a deep, aching pit in Claire's stomach, her body felt overstimulated from all the good feelings Leon was giving her, she couldn't take it much longer, she was gonna finish sooner or later. "I'm so close Leon, don't stop." Claire begged out, pulling on his hair as she tucked her head in the crook of his neck, placing sweet, loveable kisses onto his clean throat.

After kissing it for a few seconds, Claire sucked on his neck, licking it too, making sure he could feel how much she thirsted for him and his love making he provided her. Leon moved himself hastily into her, wanting to bring her closer and closer to the peak of pleasure, he wanted to feel her walls tighten around him, it always felt like heaven on earth.

Closing her eyes shut and hiding her face in the crook of his neck, Claire's grip on Leon's body was stronger as she felt her climax overcome her ecstacy, it was unforgettable, the way Leon was making her feel. "Oh..." Claire moaned out, her entire body feeling weak now due to the stimulation, all she felt now was his small movements and the chill felt water coming down on her.

Slamming himself into her a couple more times, Leon felt himself cum inside of Claire, he didn't mean too but it wasn't a huge deal ; he'd just buy her the pill, he has the money. "That was... Wow..." Leon laughed, letting his soft length fall out of Claire, still holding onto her though. "Mhm." Claire tittered, kissing his forehead with pure & utter love. "How about we actually quickly shower now?" Leon questioned, placing Claire back down gently. "Yes, please..." Claire smirked.

[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 20

“Take me. Right here. Right now.” - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

641 words

Warnings: slight somno, public, unprotected p-in-v

They’d been cuddling up together on a couch in the common room reading when Ominis had taken another one of his infamous naps. He was currently breathing heavily with sleep, one arm curled protectively over her.

She wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, not shocked he’d fallen asleep but still wishing he hadn’t. Being squished this close to him on the couch under the covers had her feeling…antsy.

She teasingly ran her fingers over his rumpled shirt, exposed between his unbuttoned vest. He grumbled in his sleep and slid his leg forward to slot his knee just between her legs.

She sighed softly, pushing her hips forward to grind herself against his knee. She gasped softly, hooking her arms around him, glancing around to make sure they were mostly alone in this corner of the common room.

She proceeded to grind herself against him, slowly rousing him from his nap. He gave a confused mumble, sleep-slowed hands coming to hold her body as he tried to orient himself to what was happening.

Once he’d figured out what she was doing he let a sleepy chuckle free, gripping her hips tightly. “Are you taking advantage of me while I’m asleep, love?”

She blushed, still grinding herself against his thigh, smiling sheepishly when her fingers brushed against his swelling arousal within the confines of his pants. “I’d rather you just do it now that you’re awake.Take me. Right here. Right now.”

He let out a low growl, rolling them so she laid on the couch beneath him, using the blanket as coverage of their bodies as he undid his trousers and slid into her accepting heat.

She moaned softly, tucking her face against his chest when he shushed her. “You have to be quiet or someone will catch us and you don’t want that, do you darling?”

She shook her head, biting into her lip to hold back her moans as her hands came up, fisting into his clothes. “Good, that's a good girl. Gotta be quiet while I fuck you in the common room like this hm? wouldn’t want someone to catch me fucking you in such a public space?”

She pressed her face into his chest, holding back the sounds of pleasure as he tipped his hips, angling them so he’d brush directly against her g spot. “That’s right, don’t want the whole school to hear about you being a needy slut right out in the open, taking me so good.”

She clenched around him, fighting the need to cry out as her pleasure ratcheted higher and higher with every angled thrust into her body and every filthy word he spoke to her. “That’s right baby I can feel you fighting yourself not to cum. Let go, let me fill you up and make you a dripping mess. Better keep it all inside when I cum deep so you don’t get any on the couch.”

She lost it then, his arm wrapped around her as she cried out into his shoulder, spasming and shivering as he also let himself go, deep down inside her.

He shuddered as he relaxed onto his elbows, staying buried deep inside her. Making shallow thrusts to make sure none would drip out as he pulled out and rolled to her side.

Her face was bright red as she made sure to clench her muscles to keep his mess inside, peeking around to make sure nobody had caught them in their moment of passion.

Ominis chuckled beside her. “What? Are you shy now? Thinking someone may have actually caught you being so filthy? Only moments ago that same idea made you cum on my cock.”

She playfully swatted at him as he put himself away. He smiled, pulling her against him, snuggling against her happily. “Now, back to my lovely nap.”

[lifessoshortandsoami]

Get To Know Luna's Relationship With The Members

Namjoon x Luna = Lujoon/Lunam

Third Most popular ship in BTS.

Him being completely whipped for her.

Her teaching him (along with Jin) dancing.

Texting each other late-night thoughts.

Going on Library date every week.

The shortest and the tallest duo.

Poking each other's dimples...or, him poking her only dimple.

Squishing each other's cheeks (mostly her).

Her stealing his sweatshirts and him finding it adorable how big it is on her.

Helping each other with English vocabulary and translations during interviews.

Him being her therapist.

Her being his muse.

Writing lyrics together.

Jin x Luna = Jina/2Moon

Least popular (underrated) ship in BTS.

Both cooking and trying new recipes together.

Him protecting her and trying his best to keep her innocent (he has been successful in it thus far).

Her (and Jimin) are the only ones who actually find his dad jokes funny.

Him ruffling her hair or patting her head.

Her teaching him (along with Namjoon) dancing.

Him feeding her, whether it be asking her to taste the food while cooking or sharing his food.

Her being the one who called him World Wide Handsome first.

Him being her parent figure.

Yoongi x Luna = Yoona

Sixth most popular ship in BTS.

Him being wrapped around her little finger.

Her being fascinated by his passion for music.

Her being the reason he smiles the most.

Her being the only member who knows the password to his Genius Lab.

Him not changing the password cause he secretly likes her presence in his studio.

Her checking up on him if he is getting enough amount of food and sleep.

Her gushing over his cute gummy smile.

Jhope x Luna = Lunhope

Fifth most popular ship in BTS.

The sun and the moon.

Cheering the other up when one is feeling down.

Love making new choreographies together.

They brighten up a room whenever they enter one.

Him helping her with hip hop.

Matching outfits

She literally adores him.

Hurt Hoseok and you'll have to deal with an angry Luna who doesn't look scary but can scare you enough to traumatize you.

Her sniffing his hair cause she loves the scent.

J-Hope once mentioned in a VLive that he loves when Luna runs her hands through his hair. It helps him relax.

Jimin x Luna = Lumin

Second most popular ship in BTS.

The cutest duo.

Jimin finally takes a sigh of relief when she joins the group thinking he'll get a rest from all the teasing because of his height. (But not for long, the members get back at teasing him saying Luna's short because she's a girl.)

Mesmerizing everyone when they do a contemporary duo. (Also making a few members jealous but let's leave that topic for another time.)

Giggling together for no reason.

Him being a dirty-minded person and her being the most innocent does not work very well. But the fans love it when they see Jimin smirking at Luna's very innocent words.

Him constantly flirting with her and her being oblivious to it.

Jimin mentioned in an interview that Luna is his favourite member when it comes to taking about his feelings.

Both have eye smiles.

Him always comparing their hand sizes just to feel better seeing her hands much smaller than his.

Both gushing over each other's cuteness.

V x Luna = Luv

Fourth most popular ship in BTS.

Only one word to describe their visuals together: Ethereal.

Aliens of the group, you'll never understand what they are talking about.

Him playing with her hair or braiding them.

Her always complimenting his outfits.

The difference between their hand sizes is adorable.

Their duality together is hazardous.

Matching hair colors.

Him being her stylist.

Both gifting each other expensive items.

Loves goofing around together.

Jungkook x Luna = Lukook

The most popular ship in BTS and KPop.

Both are each other's first kiss.

Him being possessive over her.

Both can't live a minute without each other.

Have their own house together.

He once said in a VLive that it's almost impossible for him to fall asleep without Luna by her side.

Mostly in a pair or the same team during Run BTS.

Him always giving her piggyback rides.

Him glaring at every male idol who stares a little too long at her (Sometimes female idols too).

He's the most affectionate with her.

Him calling her his soulmate.

Loves harmonizing together, their voices sound enchanting together.

Him always watching her with heart in his eyes.

Fans find their height and size difference absolutely adorable.

Him back hugging her and resting his chin on her head.

He's completely in love with her and everyone can see it.

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[terrifyingly-overthought]

I am thunking about N. Tell me your thunks on him pwease -🪲

My first request yay!

Most of my headcannons about the disassembly drones are about their functions so I'll try my best for N specific ones:

DD cores crawled out of their old like hermit crabs and then grew a new shell over the top

They all have trauma :)

N's crush on V was entirely due to some memories leaking throught from the mansion

N never tortures his victims, being too kind for that

N is secretly intimidated by Uzi (even before she got her solver form)

N likes to eat worker food, even if it does nothing for him

N's love language is entirely based on physical touch

He's pretty obvious to when people like him

He can acctually keep secrets but only when they really matter

Him and Uzi were unofficially dating since about episode 4 and there were rumours from after the prom

N shuts down entirely when someone asks about Uzi

N finds the extra eyes on the top of his head really overatimulating sometimes

N doesn't have the best grasp on sarcasm and has bitten Uzi far too many times for it to be just a misunderstanding at this point

He carries rocks in his pockets

Whenever N's sad he somehow squishes himself into Uzi so she can hold him

N's finally learned not to hang from the ceiling at sleepovers with Uzi

N's body has the same proportions as J and V, it's just hidden under his coat and he's quite protective of this information (There's someone's art of this somewhere in my favorites although you might have to scroll for a while)

Uzi tells him quite often that he'll regret saying "I love doing anything" so often one day

N is weirdly bad at sports despite being stronger, faster and more agile than eveyone in the worker drone colony except V

N made a dog fursona after seeing CrowUzi at the mansion

N can't cook (he sets whatever it is on fire, every time)

N once tried swapping his feet for J and V's peg legs (he fell over)

N always forgets how tall he is and bumps his head on doors

He thinks Khan is wierd (and definitely laughed when he learned Uzi's last name)

So yeah... current thoughts about serial designation N.

A lot of this is going to be in my future murder drones fan fic that is currently being worked on :3

First request done. Thanks Bugs for my very first one :3

[v1nsmoke]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 // 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲

chapter 2

tw: none

summary: The Boys are looking for vengeance, a supe from the past is looking for payback on Payback - and the Ghost in the midst of it all!

1941. After her friend volunteers for the field tested Compound V, she's put on the front lines along with him. Missions continue, even after the war is over. A life controlled by Vought International. That's until 1984. She doesn't keep count of the years since her first, last, and only friend disappeared from the face of Earth without a trace. She tried to stay away from her past, but when the leader of a ragtag group visits her, she feels inclined to take up on the offer. One last mission.

fandom: the boys

a/n: this chapter plays in 1941, non-canon though mostly I keep it that way

tags: -

wc: 2.5k

OUT ON AO3 (UNFINISHED)

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1941, Philadelphia

America’s participation in the war was inevitable by this time, brave patriots already enlisting in the army by free will. Protect the homeland, they said. That was their motivation. Either that, or they let the words of toxic parents get to them. Your life’s not worth anything anyway, at least make something useful of it, they said. So much death could have been avoided, but here he sat, waiting in line, squished between two other guys, both around his age, waiting for his name to be called out. 

It’s been a while since he had arrived, he read through the newspaper twice already. He wasn’t in the mood to converse with the other men in the waiting room. He tapped his feet against the pale, marble flooring of the room, his patience wearing thin.

“Monroe, Benjamin!” a distinct, deep male voice calls out. Folding the newspaper to its original size and placing it back onto the chair, he rises from his seat. He sauntered over to the man who called his name. The man was almost bald, and in front of him, on the wooden podium, was a piece of paper. To Ben, it was upside down, and reading things that were upside down was not his profession. Neither was war, but here he was.

“Monroe,” the balding man exclaims, not even looking at Ben. His fingers flipped through the two papers in front of him, his dark brown eyes racing between the words. “You’re James’ son?”

“Yes sir,” Ben replies confidently. He didn't like that this man brought up his father. Unbeknownst to the man, his father was the reason he was here today. This man was a friend, or more like an acquaintance of his father, he knew, he’s seen him around a lot.

“Hm. Interesting. Did he sign you up for this?” He inquires, adjusting his round glasses, pushing them higher on the bridge of his nose with his index finger, eyes still fixed on the papers.

Ben remained quiet. No, his father did not sign him up for this. But was he doing it for his father? Yes. 

“I asked you a question,” the man sternly states, now glancing at Ben. 

“No, he did not. But I want to make him proud.”

“That’s what got you to sign up, hm? To make someone proud,” he scoffs at the last part. 

It’s not funny, Ben thought, and he was right, it wasn’t.

“You really think that you, dying in unknown territory, will make your old man proud of you?” The glassed man asks, pursing his lips into a gloomy smile. “I might have something better for you, son. Something that your father can really be proud of.”

Ben’s brows knit together, his mouth opening to ask a question, but right after opening it, he shuts his lips back together.

“Great medical record. Go sit back, I’ll alert you when I’m finished here. Not many people left now.” With a weak smile, the man nods in assurance. 

Doing as told, Ben plops down on the same seat he occupied earlier. Should he pick up the same newspaper and read it all again? No, he’s not going to. To pass time, he decided to observe the waiting room. Behind the podium and the man was a door. it was closed when he got up from his seat, but somebody seemingly left it open while he was talking. Now, he gained access to watch the events going down there. 

To his best knowledge and from what he could see, it was a medical area. The men whose medical files were eligible were escorted there, and had to undergo a medical check up there. Vision, reflexes, things that fall into these categories. He watched the doctors and nurses run around, going from one booth to another. There were maybe four of these booths at most. 

Exiting one of them was a brown haired girl, a nurse, her hair tied up so that it didn’t get in her way during work. She sprinted down the hallways behind the door, from one booth to another, almost every five minutes. Ben knew for sure that he will ask her why she couldn’t stay at one, but this was a question for another time, because the man’s familiar voice rang out from near the doorway. 

Ben turns his attention towards the man, who himself was a scientist. The scientist didn’t repeat whatever he said a few moments ago, he just cocked his head towards the open door behind himself as a sign for Ben to go over. He gets up with a sigh, his palms on his knees as he pushes himself up. Straightening up, he makes his way towards the door.

By the time he gets there, the scientist has already walked through it, still, slowly, so that Ben can catch up to him. Upon entering the hallway, he looked around inside. Just as expected he saw the booths, most of them with closed curtains. Only the feet of the people inside were visible, the dirty white curtains didn’t reach the ground. 

“Follow me,” the scientist - or doctor? Ben was starting to contemplate - waves for Ben to follow him as he walks towards another door at one end of the hallway. Obediently, Ben follows the man suit. As he almost reaches the door - now already opened by the yet nameless man -, the same brown haired girl resurfaces from the booth closest to him. 

Her eyes subtly widen, her brows furrowing and her mouth slightly agape as she spots Ben almost brushing past her. Now she knows, Ben thought remorsefully. With the scientist already waiting for him at the doorstep, he keeps on moving, with his eyes now locked with the brunette’s as the distance between them grows. She stood still in the middle of the hallway, and if there would have been anyone, she would’ve been blocking the way, but it was late afternoon and everybody was packing up, the patients had already left when Ben entered. The displeasure on her face was vivid enough for him to notice it. Still, he kept his stride on, entering the mysterious room.

The man shuts the door behind Ben, keeping his position in the doorway. Confused, Ben stands still, his eyes scanning the room.

“Where did you bring me?” He finally asks. His first thought was that he just got kidnapped. Or was this his father’s plan to stop him from enlisting? No, he didn’t care enough to do anything. He was probably filled with more joy at the news of his son enlisting in the army than when Ben was born.

“What I’m going to show you is a secret, scientific operation. It’s all the idea of late scientist Frederick Vought,” he explains as he confidently strides down the new hallway. This time, it was filled with people, all of them either wearing lab coats or armor.  

“And what, you want me to be a lab rat?” Ben cuts in, disrupting the man’s speech.

“Something like that, yes. With your approval, obviously. Your medical record is clean, and this could grant you a chance to show your father that you are, in fact, something he should be proud of. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

It was. It still is. Still, he was in the fog about this, he wanted to know what he was signing up for. 

“What exactly are you testing?” He asks.

“Dr. Vought called it Compound V. You have read comics, right?” The scientist turns his head towards Ben, this might have been the first proper look he got at the boy since he stepped foot in the building. He was headed towards a specific room. On their way there, he was greeted by his coworkers. They called him by the name Dr. Sterling, and now that he heard somebody say it out loud, Ben recalled that this man was in fact his father’s friend. Is that why he was chosen for this?

Nonetheless, if this was his only shot at being part of the army and doing something useful that might, hopefully get him his father’s approval, he was not going to let the chance slide.

“Yes, I did. Why, you want to make a comic book hero out of me?”

“Something along the lines of that, yes. Think of it. If the experiment succeeds, you could become one of the first superheroes ever. That’s something to be proud of, isn’t it?”

He was about to say absolutely, but Dr. Sterling was yet again steps ahead of him, pushing a door open. 

“Here it is,” he breathes out, a smile on his face. 

Ben enters, and inside, he sees what the doctor had been working on. So many tables scattered around the room, and on most of them were tiny tubes, filled with a blue liquid. 

Ben leans lower, observing the liquid inside the tubes. He’s never seen anything like this before. Was it even safe for him to be around those things? Dr. Sterling didn’t start yelling at him to get away, so in his eyes it apparently was. The aforementioned scientist appears behind Ben, so quiet that a cat could compete with him.

“So? What do you think, Mr. Monroe?”

Exiting the building, Ben was immediately hit with the cold, December air, his brown coat luckily protecting him from it. At the bottom of the few stairs stood a familiar face, her hair now let free. With her arms crossed in front of her chest, she silently stood there, motionless. Her eyes were on Ben and Ben only, not like anybody else was around. It was getting late, and the street lamps were already glowing with their orange hue. 

Swallowing hard, Ben makes his way down the stairs, his hands in his coat’s pocket. Having to talk with the brunette nurse was now inevitable. The question was who is going to start the conversation.

“That’s dangerous.” She states coldly. 

“I know, but this is a full-blown war, there’s no way I’d-” He begins to explain, but before he can finish his sentence, he is interrupted.

“I was talking about your pockets,” she says, her eyes fixed on the pockets of his coat. 

Ben glances down, but doesn’t really understand what she’s talking about. The pockets were perfectly fine. No marks, no loose thread, no holes.

“It looks good to me,” he replies eventually after studying his own coat’s pocket.

“Don’t put your hands in your pockets when you’re walking down the stairs. It’s dangerous. If you trip and fall, you won’t be able to dull the impact. It will be a lot more difficult to find your balance too. You may get much more serious injuries.”

Ben looks stunned. He thought she would scold him about enlisting, that she would try to stop him, maybe by force, but no. Here they stood, talking about pockets. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he sighs with relief. He did not want to talk about the army. “Let’s get going, it’s getting late.”

Agreeing with the suggestion, the girl and Ben get going. Silence engulfed them, but nothing ever lasts forever. This, too, had to come to an end.

“So when were you going to tell me that you enlisted in the army?” She asks. Here it was, the oh-so-dreaded question Ben had been itching to get over with. 

“Sometime. I promise I would have told you.”

“Or I’d just get a letter one day from a colonel offering his condolences. Your father has the power to keep you here, and I’ve read through the newspaper, you were not called for induction. Which means you were ready to volunteer without me and your father knowing.”

Ben lets out a defeated huff, his eyes on the ground, watching as their shadows move along with them. 

“No, I would’ve told you. But now you know it now.”

“I would’ve preferred being told by you, but yes, now I know. Anything else I should be aware of? I know there is, you and Dr. Sterling went to the hallway where nobody else is allowed.”

She knew. Of course she did, she was smart enough and Ben was aware of it. 

“I got accepted into an experiment,” he declares. So far his eyes averted her gaze, but now, as he said this, he stared right into her eyes. He was going to do this, even if she disapproved.

Her pace slows down, her mouth hanging agape. 

“Don’t tell me you are going to get the Compound V.” She shakes her head so gently that it’s barely visible. 

“You know about it?” “It was just a rumor going around inside, they said that it was what Sterling and a bunch of other doctors and scientists were working on. I didn’t know whether it was true, and I wouldn’t have thought you would get it out of all people,” she explains, worry lacing her voice. 

“The experiments will begin next week. If it works, I might get powers and make it to the front lines of the war. Imagine my father’s face when he hears about it! This might be my only chance.”

Her face was unreadable to Ben. Inside, she was sinking deep in thought. Experiment. War. And in the middle of both things was her only friend. Both options cost lives, and now Ben was going through both.

“You’re doing this for your father’s approval, huh?” She scoffs, her lips pursed into a thin line. Now, she was the one who averted his gaze.

There they stood in the middle of the street. Ben refused to answer. Was it shame pulling him down? Now that she worded it like this, Ben did sound pathetic in a way. Undergoing experiments for somebody’s approval, who might still not care, even if it succeeds? 

“I’ll apply too,” she says, breaking the silence. 

Ben’s eyes go wide, his expression switching up in a second.

“You mean you’re going to partake in experiments? That’s- No, you’re not.”

“Why? I’m fed up with this job! I’m fed up with this life! I can apply if I want to, end of conversation.” “No! They aren’t going to let you get that Compound V, they’re not going to put a woman on the front line!”

“Or maybe you don’t want me on the front line!” She argues back. Her voice was louder this time.

“Well yeah, there’s that too! I don’t have many people in my life, and who knows if you die in a laboratory as a lab rat, or even if you managed to survive that, which is a truly big if, there’s also the fact that you would be taken to war!” Ben replies, his tone just as strong and livid. 

He didn’t want to let Vi partake in whatever Dr. Sterling had in mind, and he was ready to do anything to prevent it from ever happening.

© v1nsmokes 2024. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.

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Hihi! I just realized your writing for YTTD now and I just had to send an ask in ^v^ don’t feel pressured to get it out right away but uhhhh, could you write some lee!Ranmaru and ler!Sara? I need the cotton candy boy to get tkled bc there’s very few times where he smiles and it’s so sweet when he does >w< also! I finally made it to chapter 3 part 1 B for Kanna/Alice route, so I’m finally getting to see new scenes :D

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heyyyy from one year later🥲🥲🥲

sooo um im back to writing and im sorryI put it off so long but i have good idea now for it so um yay I hope you enjoy imsorry🥲

This is inspired by the scene where Ranmaru puts on the steam spray hand in chapter 3 part 1-B, and with the dialogue option where Sara askes if Ranmaru could feel it and touches his hand and he gets like !!!

Tagging @tklpilled and @emiefluff (whenever ur hiatus is over)!!!

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“How’s the new hand? Still on good?”

Ranmaru felt a hand grab his wrist for the second time. Sara had checked the steam spray when he first attached it, and to his surprise, it felt just as sensitive as his previous hand was. This time, Sara was surely just checking if it was sturdily on, but it didn’t surprise him any less.

“S-Sara…”

Sara held his hand up to where she could see and squished it a little, much to Ranmaru’s dismay.

“Sara, y-you know you don’t have to grab my hand every time you want to check, you could just ask…”

“Looks like it’s on good.”

“Sigh”

When Sara wants to know something, she’ll find it out herself. That’s just who she is.

“How come you always get so nervous when I touch you? You ticklish or something?”

“Whuh-? Huh???”

Another thing Ranmaru learned about Sara: She’s unpredictable. As fuck.

“Are you?” Sara said, now scratching a finger on his palm.

“Ah! Sara!!” Ranmaru yelped, yanking his hand out of her hold.

Sara just grinned at him.

“Ranmaru~”

“No! I-I mean, I don’t know…I guess I was when I was like, alive, but-!”

But it was too late. When Sara wants to know, Sara finds out.

She already had an arm wrapped around from behind and five fingers scribbling away at his thinly protected side.

Ranmaru immediately burst into giggles, already squirming and hitting his foot on the ground.

“Wahahait! Sara! There’s no neeheeheed!” He pleaded.

“I knew it! I would say you being ticklish is surprising, but honestly? You’re exactly the kind of person who’d have it this bad.”

“Whahahat does that evehen meehehean??”

“Cant believe you’re this ticklish as a doll though, they even made note of that? Makes me wonder what else they built into the dolls…” Said Sara, thinking out loud and letting her mind wander while absentmindedly tickling the bandages over Ranmaru’s stomach.

“Ihihim still hehehere…” Ranmaru reminded her, sensing that she was forgetting what she was doing in favor of a different train of thought.

“Oh yeah! Almost forgot.”

Sara finally stopped her attack on Ranmaru’s midsection, letting him go as he finally calmed down. He didn’t have to take deep breaths like he normally would have had to do, since yk he’s a doll. But if he had to he would have.

“You’re really something, Sara…”

“I’m glad I got to learn something about you.”

“Um…y-yeah, sure thing…” Ranmaru stammered, a blush would have been rising to his face.

Ranmaru and Sara prepared to continue walking, but after a few steps Sara stopped and turned to face him.

“Ranmaru?”

“Yes?”

“Not to sound like Keiji, but I think you should try smiling more. It actually does wonders for your mood.”

“Uh, sure. If you say so, thanks.”

“And looking that cute with a smile on is a plus.”

Sara would never fail at catching him off guard.