#(( and tHEN he gotta be choked and he can't escape it this time ))

[arpicityandneed]

You, Me, and the King

18+ f!reader. King bucky. Knight Steve. Queen reader. Dirty talk. polyship. light choking. creampie. Cuckolding. Voyeur!Steve.

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If anyone noticed the visible bulge in the Steve's breeches they knew better than to say anything. The hefty sword he carried on his hip mixed with the deadly glare he gave everyone that passed by helped. They also knew better than to comment on the high pitched wails coming from the door Steve was guarding with his life. The new King and Queen were still on their honeymoon, locked away for days on end as they worked to fulfill their duty to the kingdom.

"J-James!"

He had you on your knees, your arms long since having given out as he thrusted into you. Every plap plap plap of his balls against your swollen clit echoed by the squelching of your pussy gobbling up his cock greedily. James pulled you up until his hand was around your throat, his hips never ceasing as he forced your back to arch. It made you squeal when he hit that special spot inside you. (Outside the door Steve had to clench his jaw and readjust his erection. He knew exactly what that sound meant, he heard it often enough now.)

You were usually quiet and shy, hiding at your King's side and whispering in his ear when you did have something to say. But every single time James got his cock in you, you couldn't help yourself. And your husband loved it.

"That's it my Queen. Let them, fuck, let him hear you sing for me." James let his scarred left arm wrap around you, his massive hand finding your clit easily as he fucked himself into your slick folds. You'd long since felt your own juices run down to your knees. You were sure James' balls were sticky as well.

"Please, James, I can't-" you sobbed as you came again, milking his thick shaft and making him curse.

"But you can, my love. Just a couple more. You have to if you're to give me an heir." He cooed at you, holding up your limp body as you tried to keep up with his endless stamina.

"Steve will lick you all better if you're sore later, promise." Your pussy tightened at the mention of your husband's head knight making James groan loud and filthy in your ear.

The man had grown up with your King, and you knew James trusted him more than he trusted anyone else. He'd even entrusted you to the blond. When your King was busy and you were aching, it was Steve who used his mouth and his fingers to make you feel all better. You'd even had him in your mouth when you felt bold. You wanted to practice, get better at pleasing your new husband. Steve always taught you so kindly knowing exactly what his King liked. You suspected they were more intimate than they let on and the thought made your pussy throb. But you'd never had Steves cock inside you. It was the one rule you had to follow. So when your husband mentions Steve you can't stop the embarrassed whimper that escapes you.

"I know, I know, you want his cock too." Your face burned at the truth of his words, and he laughed feeling your pussy get impossibly tight around him. "Just gotta let my cum all the way in your pretty tummy first. Gotta give me an hier."

"I'll be g-good, give you baby. Promise!" You knew Steve could hear every single word. Knew he'd be suckling on your clit later as he fucked James' cum back into you with his thick fingers when it leaked out. The very thought made you cum again, your fluttering walls dragging James along with you. He cursed, his grip tightening around your throat as his cock throbbed inside you.

"Take it my love, take every fucking drop-" He growled as he grabbed at the fat of your hip, using the leverage to fuck every spurt of cum deeper than the last.

When you both collapsed onto the bed, he cradled you to his chest kissing you slow and deep and drugging. You expected him to let you go to help you clean up a bit like he normally did. But he made no move to separate himself from you. You felt your cheeks heat once more when you realized why.

"James-" Your husband's icy blue eyes were locked onto where your bodies were joined, of the creamy mess he'd made of your pussy, but he seemed to know what you were asking if the smirk on his plump lips was anything to go by.

"Shh, just making sure it takes."

pt. 2

[bbokicidal]

Shut Up And Drive | SKZ

Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night

Hyung Line ☼ Smut ☼ MDNI: Car sex, Oral sex, Fingering, PinV ☼

Chan

He was a little hesitant when you had first suggested anything in the car - His top priority is you and your safety and if he's driving that means that your life is in his hands.

But when he sees the way you look reaching up to pull your hair back, the way you clip it behind your ears so it stays out of your face, the way you look over at him and look to see if he'd caught on - God, he's gone. He's not going to stop you and honestly he can't with the way you tug his fly down and tug his cock out. He's already half hard just from your conversation earlier on in the day and now it's happening - Your lips are wrapping around his tip and he's breathing heavy at the feeling of your tongue sliding over him. You're taking him in your throat and he's choking back quiet growls of pleasure.

He loves it way more than he should - and even though he wants to relish in the feeling of your throat tightening around his cock when he bucks his hips up, he has to keep his focus on the road.

Though he does let himself indulge in you a little by threading his free hand into your hair to to push your head down. Just a little.

Lee Know

Minho's never felt so desperate for touching before. The drinks from the bar had flooded his system and even though he'd only had two, he felt so.. hot. His skin felt on fire everywhere your hands laid and he was sure you felt the same. With the way he had guided you back to the car only to open the back door and push you onto the seat, his hands wandering your body and pushing up under your shorts just to yank them down.

He's hasty and quick with it, his movements rough as he pushes your top up next. His hands push over your chest, nudging the fabric up towards your collar bone and sighing out every time his lips leave your throat. He doesn't want to move any lower but he has to; He needs to taste you, even if it means he won't be able to hear your moans right in his ear.

His hands push back down over your hips, gripping at your curves and pushing down to hold you against the leather seat while he laps between your thighs. Shoulders broad and heavy with muscle keep your legs pushed apart, his lips pressing kisses and sucking at your clit with an eagerness you hadn't felt from him before. If this was how he was after just having a couple drinks to loosen him up, maybe you'd be having more nights in at home; You know, with wine. Or shots.

Changbin

"I can't keep going if you squirm like that, baby. You've gotta sit still for me."

He can't complain about how cute your squirming is with his hand between your legs but when you wriggle like that it makes it harder for him to focus on two things at once. Changbin already can't multitask very well but he's doing his absolute best. Eyes on the road, hand between your legs and two thick fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. He's not doing bad either, his fingers curling to find that soft spongy spot against your walls that makes you whine. He just can't get over how he can feel your pussy clenching around him, leaking down

"Need it," You gasp out as your head pushes back against the headrest. "I need your cock, Binnie. Please. Please, it feels so good but I need it.."

And who is he to deny you when you're whimpering like that? Changbin goes quiet for a moment before a soft huff of air escapes his lips, the corner curling up into a knowing smirk. Alright, yeah. Since you were begging so nicely and since it was clear he'd made you incredible wet,

"Let me pull over, baby. Then I'll give you anything you want."

Hyunjin

"Oh my God," Hyunjin chokes out the words as his head drops back, resting against the middle seat. His hands had fallen to the seat beneath him, fingers curling into the leather as the soft plap of your hips meeting his own filled the car. He wanted to touch you so bad but you were doing just fine on your own so far, so he wouldn't until you need support.

Your hips slam down on his own, hands finding his shoulders to keep a tight hold onto his sweater so you wouldn't slip up. You'd learned your lesson before. He's happy to let you grab and grope at him as much as you want, even when your hands wander to his chest under his sweater so you can get a grab at him.

He keeps his eyes on you, lidded and warm and heavy with want. It's the moment your hips stutter and your breathing becomes heavy that he takes over, his hands finding your hips to control your movements instead. It's a little sloppy but he's doing what he can in the cramped backseat, hips bucking up to meet you halfway. His cock pushes in deeper when he's in control, tip kissing and pushing at your cervix every time he drives into your pussy with more force.

His teeth sink into his lip as he whines, looking up at you. "I don't want this to ever end." Which was.. pretty much code for; You weren't getting away after just one orgasm.

[amordixon]

𖥔 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 𖥔

୨ৎ always having to give yourself a minute to adjust to him but knowing that the sink down is going to feel amazing

୨ৎ young!daryl fucking you quietly in the back of the trailer while merle is asleep on the couch

୨ৎ you love it when he chokes you with his bicep as he fucks you hard from behind

୨ৎ despite the idea scaring him, filling you up is a must

୨ৎ you got mouthy. now he’s gotta teach you to be a good girl

୨ৎ having to pull over because he needs you. now.

୨ৎ finally getting daryl and rick to agree to a threesome

୨ৎ he lets you use him in anyway you need

୨ৎ he can't help but touch himself as he eats you out cause it turns him on so much

୨ৎ stealing his only shirt and riding him in it

୨ৎ i just know this man would have a size kink! that he loves feeling like he's so much bigger and broader than you

୨ৎ giving young!daryl head like the good girl you are

୨ৎ daryl is 100% a giver. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can. loving the way he can have such an effect on you

୨ৎ this is so young!daryl with a hot goth girlfriend oh my god

୨ৎ letting young!daryl use you as an escape from his shitty life

୨ৎ sneaking into daryl's cell at the prison because he decided to wear that stupid leather jacket while you were ovulating

୨ৎ edging him till he's so overstimulated he's shaking. yum.

୨ৎ sub!daryl getting the treatment he so blatantly deserves

୨ৎ need this with daryl so bad. holy fuck.

୨ৎ daryl likes his girls curvy. i said what i said and you cannot and will not change my mind.

୨ৎ movies w young!daryl at the trailer park always end like this

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[charmedimsure]

PARTNERS IN (BUSTING) CRIME || hwang jun-ho

pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x f!reader

summary: You bond with your new partner Jun-ho

word count: 2.5k

warnings: drinking. i think that's it

A/N: gotta write something with my OG squid game boy 🫶. if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3

You smirk as a motorcycle rounds the corner, holding a man without a helmet and a girl on the back. "This one's all your's, newbie."

He sighs, a small grin on his face. "You know, I've been a cop longer than you have."

"Well, you're new here, so that makes you the newbie." You practically push him out of the squad car.

Jun-ho rolls his eyes, approaching the pulled over vehicle. "You're not wearing a helmet. Your license, please."

"Damn it," the man groans. "Isn't this entrapment? Hiding to catch people is shady. You want to squeeze money out of broke citizens?"

"Your license, please."

The man hands it over. You watch as the girl behind him gets off the bike.

"Hold on." She walks up to your partner. "Look can't you just let us go. I'm wearing one."

Jun-ho looks at her. "No, ma'am."

The girl smiles at him, bending to get a better look at his face from under his hat. "Hey, you're really hot."

You nearly choke as she squeals, crossing your arms and leaning against the back of the squad car, an amused smile on your face.

"I could charge you with obstruction," Jun-ho says, not even looking at her.

"You're a tough cookie," she says. You need to hold yourself back from bursting out laughing, feeling actual pain from your efforts when she pulls out her phone and starts posing for selfies with your partner, who is still ignoring her existence.

The ticket prints from Jun-ho's vest, and he walks to the man on the bike, the girl following him. "The fine for not wearing a helmet is 20,000 won. Pay it on time."

"Hey, can I post this picture online?" The girl asks.

"Yes please," you say under your breath, a few chuckles escaping your mouth.

"Are you on Instagram? Let's follow each other!"

The man starts his bike and drives off, leaving the girl standing there. She chases after him, and this time you can't hold back your laugh as she curses him out and throws her helmet at him.

Jun-ho laughs at the scene before turning to you, already knowing what's about to come.

"Why didn't you follow her on Insta?" you ask, a teasing smile on your face. "That could've been the start of something beautiful."

Your partner rolls his eyes, a smile on his face as he walks to the driver's side of the car. "She's not my type."

You walk to your side of the car. "I don't understand what's not to like. She could be your own personal fan girl." You mimic her squealing, jumping up and down and clapping your hands. Jun-ho laughs and gets in the car, you following him.

Jun-ho had been transferred to your precinct for traffic about a month ago, and you had been assigned as partners two weeks ago. So far you've enjoyed having him as a partner. For one, he's competent, which is definitely a good thing. He also has a sense of humor, something that your last partner lacked. He had requested a new partner when you put childproof locks on everything in his cubicle. When you pulled the same prank on Jun-ho, he just laughed it off. And, of course, that girl wasn't wrong - Jun-ho is very easy on the eyes.

"Alright, Officer Picky," you say as you close the door. "What is your type, then?"

Despite trying to quell it, a feeling of nervous hope bubbles inside of you.

"Definitely moms," Jun-ho says with a smile. "The older the better."

You let out a loud laugh. "What about grandmas?"

"Even better," he chuckles.

You smile fondly at him, and he gives you a confused look.

"What?"

"I'm just so happy you're not lame like my last partner," you chuckle. You slap the dashboard of the squad car, leaning back in your seat with a mischievous smile. "Let's go! Crime doesn't wait for us!"

Jun-ho playfully rolls his eyes as he starts the engine, pulling off the side of the road and back onto the street.

<>

Jun-ho smiles as you point the radar gun at the squirrel running down the street in front of the car.

You turn to him, an amused smile on your face. "That squirrel is going 32 in a 25. Should we bring him in?"

"He's getting away, it'd be a lost cause," he says.

You curse under your breath. "We'll get him next time."

Jun-ho laughs. He's been on traffic for six months now, and he's been enjoying it much more than he thought he would. There's definitely a lot less stress on him than there was as a detective. It's much less dangerous, so his mom is happy with the change.

He also has to give credit to you for making traffic enjoyable. Your humor keeps patrol from getting boring. And he'd be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy being around you. Watching the smile bloom on your face when one of you makes a bad joke is highlight of his day. He's not sure when your laugh became his favorite sound, but he does know that he doesn't think he can go a day without hearing it.

"So," you say, dragging out the O. "Some of the guys are going to grab a drink tonight. Are you coming?"

Jun-ho feels his heartbeat quicken just a bit. "Uh, yeah, I think so." He feels heat rushing to his cheeks. "Are you?"

You smile, biting your bottom lip as you nod. Jun-ho is startled by his urge to pull your lip free with his thumb. Instead, he grips the steering wheel.

"I'll see you there, then." He looks back at the road. "Oh, there's the squirrel!"

You gasp, flipping on the siren. "Let's get him!"

Jun-ho quickly turns the siren off, scolding you through his laugh.

<>

You step into the bar, immediately locating your coworkers based on the amount of noise they're making. With a small laugh to yourself, you walk over to them, clapping one on the back as you come up from behind them. "I have never met a louder group of people in my life."

They all cheer when they see you, raising their beers in greeting. One of your coworkers orders one for you, and you thank the bartender as they put it in front of the stool you're getting on.

"So what have I missed?" you ask, raising the bottle to your lips.

"Da-hae was drooling over that girl by the window," someone says, making everyone burst out laughing.

The man in question's face turns red. "Was not!"

"Yeah, he wasn't drooling," your friend Sun-hi says. "He was just staring like a psychopath."

You nearly spit your beer out, leaning on Sun-hi's shoulder to laugh.

Yong-gi, another one of your coworkers, looks toward the back of the bar, waving for someone to come over. "Jun-ho, come on. Your partner just got here."

You turn to see Jun-ho approaching your group with a bashful smile on his face. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him. He's wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt that perfectly hugs his biceps. He picks up his beer, giving you a teasing smile. "Nice of you to finally join us."

You put your hands up in fake surrender. "Considering I had to stop home first, I actually made it here in record time."

"So Jun-ho tells us you tried to arrest a squirrel today?" Yong-gi laughs.

"He was breaking the speed limit and I took a sacred oath to protect this community. Jun-ho's the one who let him get away!"

<>

After about an hour of laughing and joking, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Sun-hi following right behind you.

Once you're done and come out of the stall, Sun-hi smiles at you through the mirror. "So, are you finally gonna make a move on Jun-ho tonight?"

You look up at her, startled, making her laugh. "Please, you looked like you wanted to fuck him right there in the middle of the bar." She takes her chapstick out of her bag, reapplying. "You should go for it."

You shake your head, turning on the sink and getting soap. "Yeah, because it's such a good idea for me to try to hook up with my partner. He definitely won't request a transfer after that."

She smiles. "I don't think he would. That boy wants you just as badly as you want him."

You roll your eyes, turning off the sink and grabbing a few paper towels.

"I'm serious!" she defends. "You guys remind me of me and my husband before we started dating."

You sigh. Sun-hi and her husband are absolutely perfect together. You can only hope to have a relationship like their's someday.

"Look, if he says something, I'll say yes, but I'm not gonna mess this up. He's the best partner I've had and I'm not going back to another lame one."

Sun-hi groans. "Fine."

<>

Jun-ho takes a sip of his beer, nodding along to the story Da-hae is telling him, though his eyes are on you. He watches you bend over the pool table, subconsciously sticking your tongue out as you focus on the striped ball you want to get into the socket. You hit the cue ball and it knocks the 10 ball right into the hole, and the triumphant smile on your face as you add to your lead against Yong-gi has Jun-ho breaking out in a smile of his own.

"Are you even listening to me?" Da-hae asks, breaking Jun-ho out of his little trance.

"Yeah, man," he says.

"What was I just talking about?"

"Uhh, crime?"

Da-hae rolls his eyes. "You have got to ask her out already."

Jun-ho raises an eyebrow at his fellow cop. "And why would I do that?"

"Because you've been looking at her like a love-sick fool ever since you transferred here." Da-hae points towards the bar. "And because if you don't, someone else will."

Jun-ho follows his finger and sees a man standing with his friends, his gaze on you in a way that ties Jun-ho's stomach in knots.

"She's a good person, and so are you," Da-hae says, clapping a hand on Jun-ho's shoulder. "Don't miss out."

Jun-ho nods, taking another sip of his beer. Another coworker of theirs comes over and changes the subject, but his mind stays on Da-hae's words.

<>

The clock hits midnight, and most of the cops have left, needing to get up for another shift tomorrow. You and Jun-ho are two of the last to leave, both having off the next day.

Jun-ho feels a hand on his shoulder and turns his head to see you standing next to him. "I think I'm gonna head out. I'll see you Monday, though."

Jun-ho turns to you. "Let me drive you home. I was planning on leaving too and that way you won't have to pay for a cab."

You smile, nodding your head. You both say goodbye to the few that are left and head out to Jun-ho's car.

The ride to your apartment building is uncharacteristically quiet. Not uncomfortable, but quiet. You've driven with Jun-ho more times than you can count, it's literally your job, and usually the car is filled with chatter and laughter. Tonight, however, a peaceful silence envelops you like a nice, fluffy blanket.

He pulls in front of your building and an idea pops into your head, making you turn to him. "Hey, while I have you here, can you come take a look at my thermostat? It's been acting up."

"Yeah, no problem," he says, following you out of the car and up the stairs to your floor.

You unlock your door and step inside your apartment, letting Jun-ho walk in after you. He smiles as he sees your place, the comfy throw blankets messily hung over your couch, obviously used very often. This isn't the first time Jun-ho has been in your apartment, but he notices new things every time he comes.

Your digital picture frame catches his eye, smiling as he sees pictures of you and your friends and family. His face softens when another picture pops up. You're sitting in the squad car, smiling at the camera and throwing up peace signs as Jun-ho face-palms in the background at a bad joke you had made. He laughs at the memory, getting your attention.

He smiles at you, pointing to the frame. "I didn't think I'd make the frame."

You feel your cheeks heat up knowing that he saw that. "You're one of my closest friends, of course you're on there."

His heart flutters knowing that he's an important person in your life. You lead him over to the thermostat, leaning against the wall by it. Jun-ho removes the cover, checking the wiring.

You take the opportunity to admire the man in front of you. His hair falls perfectly over his forehead, his face scrunched up in concentration. Jun-ho may be the most perfect person you've ever met, both in terms of looks and personality. It's crazy that he's single. And here you are, doing nothing to show him your feelings.

Jun-ho lets out a small "aha", snapping you out of your thoughts. He holds the rubber around one of the wires, carefully pushing it into the socket. You hear the air turn on and smile.

"Good work, Officer," you tease.

He puts the cover back on with a smile. "You're welcome, ma'am, anything to help a citizen."

You lightly slap his arm, making him break out laughing. "What have I said about calling me 'ma'am'?"

"To call you it as much as possible."

You slap him again, making him laugh harder. "I said don't call me ma'am." You continue hitting him.

"Okay, okay, stop assaulting me," Jun-ho chuckles, catching your wrist before you can hit him again. You move to hit him with your other hand but he catches that wrist as well, smiling down at you. He examines your face, memorizing every detail. Da-hae's words from the bar echo in his mind. Finding his courage, Jun-ho releases your wrists, cupping your cheeks with his hands and pulling you into him.

You gasp in surprise as his lips land on yours. You quickly recover, though, running one hand through his hair and putting the other on his chest, feeling his muscles.

Jun-ho pushes you against the wall, smiling against your lips. He pulls back, keeping his forehead against your own. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

You smile up at him. "Me too."

He leans back in, kissing you again, enjoying the feeling of you against him. You happily kiss him back, opening when he darts his tongue out to trace your lips.

You pull back this time, looking at the man with a smile on your face. "Y'know, the others probably had bets on when this was gonna happen."

Jun-ho lets out a laugh. "We should mess with them. Ruin all their bets."

"I knew I liked you for a reason," you say, kissing him again as he chuckles on your lips. That can wait for Monday, though. All that matters right now is that he finally got the girl.

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[paniniani]

“support him from under the desk!” : kiri x reader! nsfw

thanks for the suggestion <3 hope you enjoy! i loved the other options in the poll as well so stay tuned for more 👀 pls send suggestions!

"DENKI HELP WHERE ARE YOU" kirishima screamed into his mic as his fortnite character, appropriately his own skin, attempted to sprint away from his attacker. you could feel his muscles tensing with stress from your position behind him on the couch, your head on his shoulder as you witnessed what could have been the worst teamwork you've ever seen.

"oops sorry man..." you heard echoing from his headphones, rolling your eyes at denki's avatar, who was now dancing on top of kirishima's dead body. "denki. bro. i know you can do better than this. we're not gonna stand a chance against sero and mina if we don't get our act together." giggling at how much he cared about this, you pulled him back against you, wrapping your arms around his stomach.

"aw come on kiri, don't be so hard on yourself! it's just a game!" you whispered into his ear, making sure to point his mic away so denki wouldn't make fun of him later. he leaned into your touch, sighing with contentment as the stress of the game faded away.

"yeah, i guess so. maybe the next game is gonna be the one!" always the optimist, he smiled back at you as the round began, re-adjusting his mic. he'd been playing for hours, wasn't it time for a little break? he was so focused on the tv that he hadn't even noticed how needy you were for him. teasing your fingers at the hem of his shirt, you traced your hands up and down his chest, taking your time over every hardened muscle of his abs.

still no reaction? you didn't realize he cared so much about this dumb game... taking it a step forward, you ghosted your pointer finger into the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with the elastic as you pressed a soft kiss to his neck. as much as he tried to remain focused on the game, his deep sigh and dip of his throat gave him away. you almost had him.

"kiri baby?" you whispered in between kisses, causing him to shiver. "yeah?" he choked out as you sucked extra hard on his neck. "gotta win this one y/n.. need denki to actually help me-" pressing your soft lips to his, you groaned into his mouth as you looked at him with needy eyes. "let me help you instead?" his stomach dropped with desire, he wanted nothing more than to bend you over on the couch and take you right there. "baby i gotta finish this game, i promise i'll take good care of you a-af-" pulling his sweats down, you slowly traced your hand down his bare thigh, causing him to barely close his mouth in time before a moan escaped.

"come on love.. you're distracting me with all this teasing.. can't take it anymore". a wicked grin on your face, you gently wrapped your hand around his pleading cock, stroking it up and down so lightly that he could barely feel it. "you can take it" you murmured into his ear, causing him to buck up into your hand, whining your name. looking up at the screen, you saw another duo approaching and slowed down your motions. "uh oh baby.. whatcha gonna do?" squeezing his eyes shut for a second, his hands moved across the controller rapid-fire, switching guns rapidly. as he killed the first person, you gripped his dick again, pumping up and down.

"a-AH... p-please y/n... can't focus.." taking pity on him, you pulled away, standing up and moving around while he took care of the next opponent. holding back giggles, you waited for him. as his enemies dissolved on the screen, he let out a sigh of relief, letting his legs spread wide open and head fall back with relief. seeing movement in the corner of his eye, he looked over to where you stood...now completely naked, and looking at him like you were going to devour him whole.

"ohmygod" he choked out, eyebrows drawn together in desire. "holyshitbabyi'mnotdoneyet", you slowly walked over to him, settling between his knees on the floor so that you wouldn't block his view, smirking at how much his cock was leaking all for you. "oh yeah? thought i'd give you a special reward for doing so good..." not even letting him get a word out in reply, you gripped his dick again, ripping a groan from his throat. taking your time with him, you slowly licked the tip, letting your tongue trace around every vein on his massive dick.

"mmhh... baby please don't stop" he whined as he shifted his hips back and forth, seeking out any friction he could get. your core pulsed at his need, feeling yourself get wet with slick at his sounds. you tried to wrap your lips around him, but he was so big that he filled up your entire throat, causing you to choke on him as you took him one excruciating inch at a time. "f-fuck... baby.... pleaseplease suck me like that.... look so fucking beautiful y/n..." keening from the praise, you moaned around his dick, watching him attempt to keep it together enough to at least finish the game. suctioning down on him, you pumped your hand faster and faster while you worked the other half with your mouth, tasting his addictive salty pre.

"y/n y/n y/n y/n gonna- i'm gonna- can't hold it in- please please baby been so good for you please let me-aaAH" he came with a gutteral groan, eyes rolling back and thighs shaking rapidly, encasing you between them. feeling his warm cum flow down your throat with ease, you slowly pulled yourself off him and looked at the sight in front of you. abs twitching, panting like he'd just run a marathon, he gazed at you like you were the most incredible thing in the world.

"holy shit." "yea-" he was cut off by a scream from his headset: "WHAT THE FUCK BRO OH MY GO-" ripping it off his head, he turned off the game at lightning speed. oops. guess he forgot to mute.

[lavender-bun]

sucking off sub!rafe

PAIRING | sub!rafe x dom!female!reader

WARNING | 18+ only, smut, sub!rafe, use of mommy, oral (m receiving)

A/N | some sub!rafe cause I felt like it and because @chimindity motivated me to 🤭 this was kinda rushed and it's been awhile since I last wrote smut so...enjoy!

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You sigh when you hear the front door of Tannyhill slam shut, the sound echoing through the house all the way to Rafe's room where you're sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through your phone.

Rafe went for a golf session with Topper and the way he stomps his way to his room you know it probably didn't end well, which you'll probably hear him complain about the moment he enters the room.

Just like you predicted he pushes the door open, grumbling under his breath as he lets the bag with his clubs fall on the ground with a thud before letting himself fall back first onto his mattress beside you, his hand finding home on your ass, squeezing one time.

"How was golf?" You ask, your chin resting on your hand.

"Don't wanna talk about it." He mumbles and you turn your head to look at him smirking at the frown he has on his handsome face, his hair a little messed up.

"I know how to make you feel better..." You coo at him, now moving to straddle his hips, your phone discarded somewhere on the bed.

A smirk quickly forms on his face, placing his hands on your hips but you tsk at him, grabbing his wrists to put them back over his head, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"Keep them there, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you, yea?" You say lowly, moving your head to start leaving kisses and small nibs on his neck.

Oh. It's one of those moments.

It's rare that Rafe lets you take control, to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of you but it's something he's started to embrace more often.

With a groan he tilts his head a little to the side to give you more access to mark up his neck in love bites, his hips lifting up to get some friction.

You pull back momentarily to grab the hem of his polo shirt, pulling it up and over his head, quickly going back down to capture his lips in a soft kiss as your hands wander down to undo the button of his pants.

Pulling down the zipper you reach into his pants, your hand moving over the already forming bulge, swallowing his choked whimper before pulling back to look down at him in awe. "Look at you, barely did anything and you're already hard."

"Can't help it..." He breathes heavily, his hands itching to touch you in any way but he refrains himself, knowing that if he listens you'll reward him for it. "Just need you."

"Bet you do. Don't worry, mommy's got you."

He moans out loud at that and not only because you start to stroke him over his boxers. You shuffle further down the bed, kissing your way down his chest to his happy trail.

"Lift your hips." You instruct him and he quickly obliges so you can pull his pants down together with his boxers just enough to let his fully hard cock spring free.

Rafe bites his lip as more whimpers and moans try to escape his mouth but you know he won't be able to keep them down for long.

The moment your hand makes contact with his skin he jerks his hips in surprise. "F-Fuck...please."

"Please what? Gotta be specific, hun." You murmur, squeezing his cock one time to hear him gasp.

"Anything...j-just move please." He stammers, gripping onto the bedsheets tightly.

"Good boy." You praise him, stroking his cock in an agonizingly slow motion, your thumb swiping over the head to use the precum as lubricant.

You keep jerking him off for a bit and Rafe can't contain his whimpers anymore when you suddenly wrap your lips around his cock.

"Shit...mommy." He rasps, his eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure. "Feels so good..."

As you move your head up and down you gag from time to time when he hits the back of your throat, knowing that the sound of that gets him even more riled up than he already is.

Rafe's in complete bliss, feeling his orgasm building up by the way you expertly suck him off, using your hand to stroke the bit that doesn't fit in your mouth.

"M'gonna- can I cum? Please mommy." He manages to choke out.

You tap his thigh two times to give him permission, just wanting to make your boy feel good and not tease him more than he needs.

Quickening up your pace you feel him twitch in your mouth, moving down as far as you could when he starts cumming down your throat, only pulling away the second his body relaxes.

You're both panting and you sit up to wipe the corners of your mouth, sucking the remains of his cum from your thumb, smiling at his blissed out expression as he comes down from his high.

"Better?" You ask softly.

He nods, mumbling breathlessly. "Fuck yes...thanks mommy."

You lean down so your chest is pressed against his, pecking his lips. "Anything for my boy."

Taglist

For everything:

@lokigirlszendaya @buckymydarlingangel @superlegend216

For Rafe Cameron:

@spideysimpossiblegirl @tracymbcm @chiaraanatra @cherriespopsicle @niyahnotnia

[little-diable]

Too Sweet - Dean Winchester (smut)

Of course I had to write something with one of Hozier's new songs. We aren't surprised, are we? Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader are stuck in a back-and-forth they can't escape from, until his jealousy manages to push her away from him. But Dean won't let her go, he just won't.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), piv, some jealousy/possessiveness, quite fluffy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.3k words)

It can't be said I'm an early bird, it’s 10 o'clock before I say a word, baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?

“Dean, c’mon! We have to go.” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through the Bunker, hands pressed to her sides as she called for the older Winchester brother. Annoyance was flushing through her system, already fed up with Dean not managing to get up on time, already fed up with how he went against everything she told him. “If you don’t get up, I’ll kill you in your–”

The door to his room was pushed open before (y/n) could finish her sentence, eyes staring at Dean. He wore his signature smirk, arms crossed in front of his chest to study her as he leaned against the door frame. 

“You will kill me where?” His voice still had the morning rasp to it that left her thighs trembling, unable to say something as Dean reached for her, pulling (y/n) flush against him. Her breath hitched in her chest, her heart pounding against her ribcage as if she had just finished fighting a supernatural being. “Speak when you’re asked to.”

“Fuck you!” She ripped herself free as Dean’s loud laughter clawed through him, high on the feeling of (y/n) pressed against him. Heat flushed through her as she turned from him, putting some distance between her and Dean before he could taunt her some more. 

For years, the two had been stuck in the same circle, a back and forth that never crossed any lines, just filled with teasing, bickering, and some unspoken heartbreak whenever one of them took somebody else to bed. A circle both desperately wanted to escape from, a circle both hated more than words could express, a circle neither of them managed to speak of to the other.

……

You keep tellin' me to live right, to go to bed before th​​e daylight, but then you wake up for the sunrise, you know you don't gotta pretend

She had her eyes focused on Dean, how he was leaning against the bar with a beer in his hand, with his eyes focused on the blonde woman standing close to him. Anger was flushing through (y/n)’s veins, wondering if he simply wanted to taint her, to annoy her some more after a day filled with bickering, or if he was genuinely interested in the woman who looked like all others he had chatted up in the past weeks. 

“You look lonely.” A voice spoke up, forcing her out of her thoughts. (Y/n)’s gaze found the dark eyes of a man standing close to her. For a second, she wanted to push him away, to tell him to leave her alone, but knowing that she was desperate for any kind of distraction guided her words right out of her mouth. 

“Seems like it.” He sat down next to her, and let his eyes wander over her features, while (y/n) managed to look back at Dean once again. She almost choked on her sip of beer as she found him staring at her from the bar, lips pulled into a thin line, jaw muscles ticking in anger. “What’s your name?”

“Mike, and yours?” A smile began to widen on (y/n)’s lips, urged on by the feeling of Dean’s intense gaze, knowing that he now felt the same annoyance she had felt only moments ago. (Y/n) murmured her name, but no further word managed to leave her. 

She felt him before she saw him, with goosebumps rising on her skin, with her breaths growing shallow, with her mind and her heart racing. Dean came to a halt next to (y/n), staring at Mike before his dark green eyes found hers. Without speaking another word, he cupped her cheek, leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. 

The kiss was over before she could begin to freak out, not sparing Mike, who left the two without another word, a thought. Neither Dean nor (y/n) spoke up, wide eyes staring at one another as both began to realise that they had just shared their first kiss. 

“What the fuck, Dean?” She gave him a push away, reached for her jacket and pushed past Dean before he could say something. For years she had waited for a kiss, needing to feel his lips pressed against hers, imagining feeling him close. But now, as it had happened because Dean had tried to prove something to himself and perhaps to her, she couldn’t find any enjoyment in it.

The cold night clashed against her warm face, she tried to blink her angry tears away as he called her name, catching up with (y/n) within seconds. Dean’s hand clamped down on her wrist, forcing (y/n) to a sudden halt.

“How dare you?” (Y/n) spat her words as she ripped her hand from Dean's grasp, wrapping her arms around her middle as if she were hugging herself. There was something swimming in his pupils, something that tightened her throat, that made her mouth feel dry. 

“Why are you so angry?” A scoff clawed through her, a sound so angry that Dean was close to taking a step away from her, close to flinching. For a few moments, all they did was stare at one another, eyes not daring to break contact, even as her tears resurfaced, blurring (y/n)’s vision. 

“For years I wait for you to kiss me. For years I had to watch you chat up some women who weren't me. And then you kiss me to prove some fucked up point? You kiss me to push away a man who showed some form of interest in me. And for what? For what Dean?” Her words worked like a slap, forcing him to quiet down. (Y/n) turned from him again, she began walking, took about five steps before she came to another halt. “I don’t want to see you again for a while, you can work the case on your own.” 

And for the first time since knowing Dean, she hoped that he’d chase her, that he’d force her to give in. But he didn’t, all he did was stare at her, and watch her leave. 

……

I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me

“(Y/n)?” Dean’s voice echoed through the evening, forcing her eyes from her book. It had been days since they had returned from their last hunt, forced to share an uncomfortable, quiet drive home. Ever since they had returned, they hadn’t spoken, (y/n) had kept her distance, and Dean had somehow disappeared, no longer crossing paths with her. “Can I come in?”

The hum leaving her urged Dean to step into her room. Their eyes were drawn to one another like magnets, leaving her trembling as she closed her book. Slowly Dean walked towards (y/n), sitting down next to her to pull her against his chest before she could pull away. 

“I have been stupid, so fucking stupid. Ever since I met you, I knew that I needed you, wanted you, but fuck, I knew that it was a dangerous game, and losing you was too high of a price. Seeing you with that guy did something to me, I don’t even know what. I shouldn’t have kissed you, at least not like that.” She shuffled around in Dean’s grasp, cheek no longer pressed to his chest, though eyes now fully directed at his face. “I wanted to give you time, but staying away from you is something I can’t do, something I don’t want to do.” 

“I wish you would have kissed me sooner, or in some other situation. You had no right to act like that when you’re the one talking to other women no matter where we go, Dean.” The hum leaving him drew a sigh from (y/n). Wordlessly she placed her head back down on his chest, letting the seconds blur by as he got lost in his thoughts. 

“Can I have another chance to make things right?” Dean’s hand found her chin, forcing her eyes back towards his again. All she did was nod her head, watching him dip down to softly kiss her. No longer did she feel the same anger, no longer was she annoyed at him for treating her like that, no, she was now solemnly focused on the feeling of his lips moving against hers. 

Dean pulled her into his lap without breaking the kiss, leaving both to hiss as she ground her middle against his. Their hands did impatient work, tugging on one another’s shirts, exposing her bra-clad chest to his wandering eyes. He ripped her bra from her frame, tongue finding her left nipple as his hand worked on the other, high on the sounds wrecking through (y/n). 

“This is even better than I imagined.” She wanted to comment on the fact that he had seemingly imagined a situation like this, she wanted to tell Dean that she had been held hostage by the same thoughts, but she couldn’t. (Y/n) felt his hardening cock press against her core, urged on by her need for friction. “I can’t wait to fuck you, to show you how you’ll always be mine.”

“Forever.” The single word rolling off (y/n)’s tongue left Dean groaning, flipping them around to pull her trousers from her trembling legs, panties following. His darkening eyes wandered up and down her frame while he undressed, exposing his hard cock to her hungry eyes, leaving (y/n) breathless. 

Dean spoke no other warning as he buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her arousal-covered folds, desperate to taste her. Curses rumbled through the both of them while (y/n) was high on the feeling of Dean’s tongue pushing her closer and closer to the edge, the feeling of his thumb circling her pulsing bundle with just enough pressure to leave her gasping. Dean found himself addicted to her taste, to her sounds, to the way she trembled for him only. 

“This is better than heaven, fuck, I’ll do that daily from now on.” He murmured his words against her warm skin, leaving the spots trembling as he let his gaze flicker up to her pleasure-drunken features. One of her hands found his, interlacing their fingers to squeeze his hand, telling him she was all too close. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart, show me how good I’m making you feel.” (Y/n) came with a call of his name, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted. Dean was close to reaching for his phone to film every passing second for him to watch whenever he’d be away from her. But the sight of her orgasm wrecking through her was enough to leave him frozen to the spot. 

“Dean,” (y/n) panted his name, slowly opening her eyes to stare at him. “I need you to fuck me, I can’t wait any longer.” 

Within seconds, he had them repositioned, with (y/n) back in his lap, holding onto his shoulders. He rolled a condom down his twitching cock while (y/n) caught her breath, preparing herself for another intense orgasm. Dean’s hands held her waist as she sunk down on him, foreheads pressed together to adjust, to grasp onto the sensation. 

“Oh god, Dean, you’re so big.” Her walls fluttered around him, trying to get used to his size, to the feeling of him stretching her. Dean’s raspy chuckles guided her on, urging her to move, to rock her hips against his. He supported her every movement, stabilising her as she rode him. Their sounds grew louder, more passionate as they took what they were aching for, clinging to one another like boats rocking ashore. 

He’d forever be her lighthouse, the guiding force she’d search for in times of need, while she was the boat sailing him home, allowing him to be the truest form of himself. 

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” Dean’s praises shot heat through her, forcing her fingernails into his shoulders to cling to him, trying not to pay the ache in her thighs too much of her attention. But Dean seemed to pick up on it, giving her a slight push away to force her down on the mattress. 

With their eyes holding contact he pushed back into her, groaning at the feeling. Dean fucked her as if the devil was chasing him, begging them to give in before he could get his grasp on the two lovers. Their moans ripped through them, telling them that they were close, oh so close. 

“Touch yourself, make yourself cum on my cock.” Her fingers blindly followed his command, circling her clit to push her over the edge. (Y/n) choked on Dean’s name as she came, letting her fingernails scratch at his skin to leave behind marks that wouldn’t fade for days. Dean gave it a few more thrusts before he gave in, letting go with a groan that made her clench around him once again. 

“I don’t think it’s ever been this intense for me.” (Y/n)’s confession left Dean chuckling, he parted from her to press a kiss to her lips, eyes searching hers for a second. He threw the condom away before he returned to her bed, wrapping (y/n) in his arms with his eyes glued to hers. 

“Trust me, sweetheart, it had never been like that for me as well.” 

 I take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me

[grnherbs]

eigteen plus, mdni

hybrid!leon in a particularly brutal heat, who can't stop his hips from rocking into you time and time again, no matter how hard he tries to escape your scent he can't get enough of it and he buries his nose deeper still into your collar.

he thrusts sloppily over and over, willing himself to somehow get deeper each time and whining when he finds he couldn't physically get closer if he tried. his veined hands gripping the pillow behind your head, whining and fucking up into you, tip reaching the very head of your cervix.

"mph. fuck baby, you feel so fucking tight, this pussy is fucking gripping my cock so good, gonna fill you up till you're dripping with my cum," he leans by your ear and with a sharp thrust he says "and then I'm gonna fuck it back into you."

the feeling of his rough shirt pressed against your sensitive nipples, chaffing them in the best way possible, you were whimpering now, shaking from your third orgasm of the evening. Leon becoming more and more relentless as time grew on. his cock still painfully hard for him.

"you smell so good baby, i don't, you gotta be fucking ovulating, your hormones are fucking insane, can smell you half way down the street sweet girl" his head was warm, a ball of sweat washing down his cheek as he reached his high for the second time.

he shakes through his orgasm, overstimulated but somehow it wasn't enough, as he began to rutt again and again against you "I'm sorry baby,, i can't, i just can't stop, it hurts so bad to not be in you, I'm sorry sweet girl, I'm sorry I'm not myself" he shakes again and again and you stroke your hand against his warm, tear stained cheeks as he chokes out a moan when your legs lock around him. "it's okay lee, just, just use me"

and he sobs at this, relief, hips faltering into you and you swear you can feel his cum slipping out, too full to hold anymore, his wet lips capturing your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. when pulling away he ushers "need to fuc- need to fuck you full of my babies, please, wanna see that stomach so fucking big and swollen, need you to be a pretty momma for me"

[talaok]

The carpet

pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!reader

Summary: You and your husband Pedro prepare for a red carpet, but once you're there you have a wardrobe malfunction, luckily, he's there to help.

Warnings: just so much fluff for no reason

a/n: i havent written something for Pedro that wasnt a request in literally 9 months, but guess what the hyperfixation is hyperfixating lately and I just needed to write down what i've been daydreaming about all day.

"wow" he exhaled, closing the door behind him, his eyes trained on you.

You chuckled, looking at him from the mirror, as a choked "aww" escaped Linda, your make-up artist's, lips at the reaction.

You gave her a look and she just grinned, checking her work one final time before whispering "Seeing you two is better than watching any rom-com, I can't even remember the last time my Mark looked at me like that", making you laugh once more with a playful roll of your eyes.

"you look stunning sweetheart" Pedro breathed, right behind you now, his hands already on your waist

Another dreamy sigh fell out of Linda's lips before she decided it was time for her to go.

"i'll go wait downstairs then... leave you two lovebirds some time alone," she said, excitement piercing through her tone as if she was watching her daughter walk down the aisle.

"thank you Linda, we'll be down in a moment" You nodded, smiling sincerely at her as she started for the door.

But just when a foot was already out into the hallway, she turned around, a serious expression on her all of a sudden.

"And Pedro" she shot him a look "Just this once, try not to mess her lipstick up too much, will ya?" 

You couldn't help but laugh, loudly, wholeheartedly, but Pedro, ever so honest only answered with a "I can't make any promises Linda", before the poor woman groaned and shut the door behind her.

Just as the soft thud of the motion bumped from wall to wall, Pedro turned you around in one swift motion, getting to see your pretty face better.

"hi there" you smiled, placing your hands on his chest, softly playing with the hem of his tuxedo's jacket.

"hello sugar" he grinned, letting his eyes drink in all of you.

"You look handsome" you murmured, your right hand going to his face, feeling the soft stubble of his beard graze your palm.

"mhhh" he hummed, leaning closer already, much to Linda's disappointment "Well you know how it is... if my lady's gonna be the most beautiful woman on the red carpet I gotta step up my game"

You huffed out a laugh 

"'s that right?"

"need to at least try and look like you're not miles out of my league" he cocked an eyebrow, his hands on your waist pushing you flush against him.

"You're a bad man Pedo Pascal" you stifled a smirk "A bad, bad man" you whispered as his lips finally met with yours.

They were softer than usual, but heavenly just the same. 

His hold tightened on you and you melted right into his arms, whimpering weakly into his mouth, before after what was probably a good two minutes, he pulled away.

"we gotta go" you murmured

"I know" he groaned, half-heartedly leaning away.

And as you checked yourself in the mirror one last time, you couldn't help but chuckle, as your gaze fell to your lips.

"Oh Linda's gonna be pissed"

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the carpet was booming tonight,

celebrities filled every inch of the crimson rug, and the flashes of the countless cameras pointed at you were so strong you swore they would have blinded you if you weren't so used to them.

You were posing to show off the gorgeous dress you were lucky enough to be wearing, and once you had exhausted all the poses you knew, you turned to your husband on the left as he offered you his hand, which you took with a smile, walking to his spot and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek the photographers seemed more than a little enthusiastic about.

But as you posed together, his arm on your back drawing soothing circles, an almost inaudible pop made its way to your ears, and all the sudden some pressure was gone from your chest, and when you looked down... when you looked down the button that was holding the two pieces of fabric covering your boobs had popped, and said fabric was starting to fall.

"oh my god" you blurted, but before you could do anything, your reflexes slowed down by the shock, Pedro's hand found your chest, salvaging the falling pieces of the dress.

"I-" you stuttered, not knowing what to say, or do as he moved in front of you, his broad build doing a hell of a good job of shielding you from the photographers

"I was about to flash so many people" you finally breathed, your voice faint.

"yeah" he said, trying, really trying to suppress the chuckle down his throat, but failing miserably "Yeah you were sweetheart" he laughed softly, his hand still holding your dress.

"are you- don't laugh!" you gasped, although with one look at your face, you could feel a bubble of laughter making its way up your thoat "It's not funny" you smiled, chuckling too now.

"no" he shook his head, sarcasm spilling out of his every pore " there's nothing remotely funny about this sugar, absolutely" he smiled, making you want to roll your eyes

"hold the dress for a sec" he said, having you do just that as he took his jacket off and instead, put it on you.

"thank you" you smiled, looking up at him.

"you just worry about keeping that jacket closed" he murmured, kissing your cheek "I've already seen too many men's eyes wondering a bit too much"

"oh shut up" you laughed, rolling your eyes as he escorted you off what must have been the worst red carpet of your life.

"Whatever you say flash" he laughed, obviously very proud of his own joke

"god I hate you so much" you sighed, smiling widely into his chest nonetheless.

[abigailovesz]

𓂃 before ROCKSTAR!READER'S big show, jj's gotta give her some encouragement𓂅   

season 2 jj & dom!jj warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, pet names, oral (f receiving ), slight choking. a/n: SORRY i got carried away.. but anyway! enjoy

"your gonna do amazing, n-ngh.." jj mumbles into your now soaked pussy, his hands pushing your shaky thighs apart all while his cold rings sunk into your hot skin. you have about one exact hour until your show starts and there is no fucking way your gonna be able to focus after this.

but does he care? nope.

feeling your thighs tremble, a shaky moan leaves your throat as your desperately search for something to hold onto, hips bucking involuntary toward jj's mouth. His tongue swirls and flicks at your sensitive clit, making your brain feel all fuzzy.

jj grins up at you, not an ounce of remorse in his almost feral eyes as he feels your body shake and heave each time he touches you. He knows exactly what he's doing to you and he has no hint of stopping. not now.

he lifts his hand, bringing it your cunt and plunging two long fingers into your heat with a obscene squelch. "ah, yeah, she likes it- loves it." he pants, lips parted as he watched it. all of it. his mouth seels back onto your pussy, eyes closing as he hummed- the vibrations making you jerk.

JJ pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his chin glistening with your juices. He grins up at you, eyes blazing with lust as he pumps his fingers slowly in and out of your fluttering cunt.

"Tell me how bad you need it, baby," he coaxes, curling his fingers just right to rub mercilessly against that spongey spot deep inside you. "Beg me for it like the good girl ya are. i wanna hear you fuckin' scream before I let you come all over my face."

His other hand slides up your body to tweak and roll your nipple between his fingertips, pinching the stiff peak until you cry out. "jj- oh god, i need it. bad. please." you beg, eyes squeezed shut as you breathed heavily.

JJ smirks at your desperate plea, his eyes glinting with triumph. He loves seeing you like this - wrecked, wanton, completely at his mercy. It's everything he's ever wanted. "what? i can't hear ya." he teases mockingly, raising a brow down at your wrecked face.

you pant, looking up at him with a lust-filled gaze. "i said, i need it. you.." you wipe the few beads of sweat from the corner of your forehead with the back of hour hand, nudging his belt with your shoe. a silent plea.

JJ's grin widens. Your silent plea only spurs him on, making him want to push you even further."Mmm, I need it. You," he repeats back teasingly, his voice a low, sinful purr. "And what is 'it', baby? Use your words. Beg me for my cock like the dirty girl I know you are."

He punctuates his words by sucking your clit hard, flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud. At the same time, he plunges his fingers deep, curling them just right to stroke that secret spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet. I could eat this perfect cunt for hours," JJ groans, releasing your clit with a lewd pop. "But I think you need something more, don't you?" He stands up slowly, towering over you. The bulge in his jeans strains against his zipper, just inches from your face. He palms himself roughly, letting out a low groan.

you swallow hardly, shifting your hips to a more comfortable position, eyes locked on his face. "yes..more, j" you whisper, making him whisper back. "know ya do.."

He takes a second to unbuckle his belt and shimmy out of his jeans, freeing his cock while his eyes stayed locked on you. He grabs the base and bangs the swollen head against your dripping slit, coating himself in your juices. Your body jolts at the contact, a needy whimper escaping your lips.

JJ smirks as he feels your nails raking down his back, your desperation growing with each passing second. "Fuck yeah, that's my good girl," he praises, his voice a low, approving growl. "Begging so pretty for my cock. I fuckin' love it."

With a sudden, sharp thrust of his hips, JJ buries himself to the hilt inside your soaked, clenching heat. A guttural moan tears from his throat at the exquisite, silken feel of your walls gripping his aching cock like a vice. you instinctively lift your legs up to wrap around his hips, eyes squeezed shut as small moans left your throat each time he moved his hips.

"Shiiiiiit," he hisses through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "So fuckin' tight and wet. This cunt was made for my cock."

He starts to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside you before slamming back in, setting a hard, driving rhythm. The room fills with the obscene slap of sweat-slicked skin against skin and the creaking of the dressing room couch beneath you.

One hand slides up your body to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse pound beneath your skin. The other hand finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rapid circles. Your moans turn to high, keening cries as he pounds into you.

JJ leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your scream of ecstasy. His tongue plunges into your mouth, tangling with yours in a filthy dance of dominance and desire. He devours you, consuming you, until there's nothing left but the taste of him on your tongue.

All the while, he never stops moving, never stops fucking up into your spasming heat. Each powerful thrust drives you higher, pushing you closer to the edge. The hand around your throat tightens just a bit more, making your head swim and your heart race.

"Fuck, baby, I can feel you fuckin' squeezing me." JJ pants against your lips, his hips never faltering. "You gonna come on my dick? Fuckin' soak my cock in your cum and scream my fuckin' name?" His words are punctuated by the slap of skin on skin and the creaking of the couch springs beneath you.

He drives into you one last time, grinding his pelvis against yours as he buries himself to the hilt. At the same time, he pinches your clit hard, sending you hurtling over the edge in 2 quick ass seconds.

JJ throws his head back with a hoarse, guttural shout of your name as your pussy clamps down on his cock. Your orgasm crashes over you like a fucking truck, your body convulsing and shaking with the force of it. He hilts inside you, his cock pulsing and twitching as he paints your insides with his hot, sticky seed.

"fuck," JJ whispers under his breath, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside you. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he holds you in place, making sure you take every last drop.

He collapses against you, his sweat-slicked body heaving. For a long moment, he just lies there, his softening cock still nestled inside your tender, fluttering walls. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as the aftershocks roll through you both.

He leans in to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before claiming your lips in a deep, languid kiss. It's a far cry from the brutal, dominating kisses of before, but no less intense in its own way. When he finally pulls away, he smirks at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief and something softer, more genuine.

"You gonna be able to walk to the stage after that, baby? Or do I need to carry you?"

[a-hazbin-reader]

hey ! Loooove your x readers ! is there any chance I could request an alastor x fem reader who has nightmares ?? :o

Maybe she wakes up from nightmares repetitively, and one night just can’t stand laying awake staring at the ceiling of her room anymore , so she goes down to the lobby, and surprise, her crush alastor is sitting there reading in the semi-ish dark (with some jazz playing in the background on his staff ofc 🌚)

And maybe in his own twisted ways, comforts the reader (and maybe even reads her to sleep on the couch👀??)

Ugh, I gotta-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None, I think???

Description: ☝️⬆️

You awoke with a desperate cry, your body lurching forward in one last desperate attempt to escape your nightmare

You're frantically feeling yourself and the bedding around you, digging your nails into the blankets

It takes you a few moments to realize that you're safe in your bed and not stuck in your nightmare

There's tears in your eyes, and your entire body shakes as you try to reassure yourself that it was just a nightmare

Your past can't get you anymore

Your heart doesn't stop hammering in your chest no matter how hard you try to choke down your emotions

After laying in bed for awhile and failing to get back to sleep, you decide to get up and walk around the hotel

You're surprised when you get to the lobby to see someone else is awake and occupying the space

Less so surprised to see that it's Alastor awake, reading and listening to the radio in the dim light

He's totally relaxed, obviously enjoying his alone time-you don't want to intrude, you should head back to your room-

You barely make it another step before his eyes snap towards you from over his book, his relaxed smile turning into a coy grin

"Well well~ Couldn't sleep, my dear~?"

Even when you're reeling from your nightmares, his natural charm still makes you feel flustered, and your heart soaks up the attention

"Y-yeah...you could say that..."

Alastor seems to sense your unease and moves to make room on the couch next to him, a small cup of tea appearing in front of you

He doesn't comment on the blush on your face as you sit down next to him, feeling a small comfort in his warmth even with the space between you two

You're lost in thought, your nightmares replaying in your mind and making you tense when you suddenly hear Alastor speak

"A nightmare, was it? I wonder what about..."

You can't help but snap your head towards him, shocked that he read you so easily, you hadn't realized it was so obvious

"How did you know I had a nightmare?"

He hums playfully and looks at you with a knowing smile, obviously proud of himself

"Just a guess, but thank you for confirming it for me."

You can't help but roll your eyes and let out a less than ladylike snort, momentarily feeling better

He doesn't push for details and you don't give him anything more than that, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence

At some point, his arm ends up behind you, claws gently scratching the back of your neck in a way that has your entire body tingling deliciously

You don't know when your eyes close or how you end up curled against him, but you're too tired to feel embarrassed about it

You start to feel yourself falling back asleep and right back into your nightmare, forcing yourself to stay awake

Of course, you would go right back to that terror...why should you get any proper sleep?

Alastor immediately senses that you're fully awake again, able to hear your heart beating rapidly in fear, see the way you fight back tears

If he could frown then he would, why should you be afraid of anything when he's here to protect you?

Just when you go to push off him, Alastor pulls your head back to his shoulder. Not taking his eyes off of his book to save you both some dignity

You reluctantly wrap your arms around him, you tell yourself it's just because it's more comfortable that way, not because it's nice to cuddle him

He's reading to you, the sound of his voice, along with the close proximity to him making your head spin

How are you supposed to hide your feelings for him when he does stuff like this?

Luckily, your face is buried in his shoulder, so the only giveaway for your blushing would be the heat radiating from your face

You're not really even paying attention to what he's reading, slowly relaxing against him as your eyes flutter shut and you breathe in his scent

As you fall asleep, you miss the way Alastor's smile softens when he looks down at you, closing his book suddenly and resting his chin on your head

He has something much better to do with his time

He stays with you the rest of the night, soothing you while you sleep whenever you happen to whimper, cry, shake, or even frown

His hands gently stroke your cheek as he squeezes you in reassurance, doing his best not to wake you

"Hush now, my dear... You're in good hands, I won't let anything harm you."

Apparently, it works because you relax and sigh in relief each time, no longer trembling and mumbling to yourself

Part of him feels pity for you, having suffered so much that you can't even find peace in your dreams

Another part of him enjoys that he gets to be there for you right now, hoping that this will become something regular

The thought surprises him, but he likes it

You're still asleep by the time the others start waking up, Alastor pretending to be reading his book again

He shakes his head when Vaggie and Charlie move to take you to your room, worried about you waking up next to Alastor or unintentionally irritating him

They're baffled when Alastor simply puts a finger to his lips and holds you a little closer to him, using his staff to push them back

"She's had a rough night, it would do us well to let her sleep a little longer."

Nobody says anything but they all share glances that show they're thinking the same thing

W T F happened between you two last night

You're embarrassed when you wake up later, nearly falling off the couch in your haste to get away from Alastor

"Ah, you're finally awake~!"

You can feel how hot your cheeks are as you apologize to him over and over again, you're so mortified you could die

You don't let him get a word in as you back away from him, slowly walking backwards to the stairs

You've got one foot on the stairs before you suddenly hear Alastor's voice from behind you

"Do come find me again if those pesky nightmares persist, won't you?"

You look back at him in surprise, his gaze serious despite the teasing tone, you're too embarrassed to do anything more than nod

He watches you scramble up to your room with an amused expression, not wanting to admit to himself that he enjoyed being of use to you

Alastor hopes you have another nightmare soon, if only just so he can play the hero for you again

HERE MY LOVE

[tinyshyteacup]

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TW: cussing, early seasons Daryl, angst, descriptions of walkers (Zombies), firearms, kidnapping, mentions of unalived character, canon level racism, Merle is crass (did we expect anything less ?)

Part 12

Dead Weight - Part 13

The roar of the crowd pounds in Daryl's ears like a physical force. Dust kicks up around his boots as he circles warily, crossbow confiscated, knife just out of reach.

Across from him, Merle grins with that familiar wildness in his eyes, blood already trickling from his split lip. All around them, the citizens of Woodbury scream for blood, their faces twisted with a hunger that makes them look more like walkers themselves.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" They chant, the sound amplified by the makeshift arena walls.

"Look at this, little brother," Merle taunts, raising his arms to the crowd, playing to their bloodlust. The metal stump with its crude blade attachment gleams dully in the torchlight. "Just like old times, huh? Dixon against Dixon. Dad would've loved this shit."

Daryl spits onto the dirt, dispite the tremble he feels in his bones, the mention of their father sending a familiar burn of hatred through his veins.

"Ain't nothing like old times," he growls. "This is fucked up and you know it."

The Governor watches from above, his one visible eye cold and calculating.

"Got no choice, baby brother," Merle says, just loud enough for Daryl to hear beneath the crowd's roaring. "Gotta make it look good or we're both dead."

Daryl knows he's right. The Governor has made it clear—fight or die. And not just die, but turn and be used as entertainment for this twisted community.

He thinks of Rick and the others waiting in the forest, of their desperate rescue mission that's gone sideways in ways none of them could have predicted.

Unbidden, your face flashes in his mind—the way you'd looked at him before he left, fear and something else in your eyes it made something twist in his chest. Now, facing his brother in this dusty arena with death watching from all sides.

"Let's give 'em a show then," Merle mutters, before lunging at Daryl.

They collide in the center of the arena, a tangle of limbs and controlled aggression. Merle lands a punch that's pulled just enough to avoid real damage but still splits Daryl's eyebrow.

Daryl returns the favor with a tackle that sends them both crashing to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Gonna have to hit me for real at some point," Merle hisses in his ear as they grapple. "Make it look good."

Daryl responds by driving his elbow into Merle's ribs, hard enough to make his brother grunt in genuine pain. "Like that?" he snarls.

The crowd's cheers intensify as blood flows more freely. Daryl can taste copper in his mouth, feel the sting of sweat in the cut above his eye. Merle's breathing is labored, but the manic grin never leaves his face—this is the world he understands, the language of violence that's been their native tongue since childhood.

Just when Daryl thinks they can't keep up the charade much longer, smoke bombs explode around the perimeter of the arena. Gunfire erupts, and the crowd's cheers turn to screams of panic. Through the billowing smoke, Daryl spots Rick and Maggie, weapons raised, creating chaos as a distraction.

"Now!" Merle shouts, hauling Daryl to his feet. "This way!"

They run through the disoriented crowd, Merle's knowledge of Woodbury guiding them through back alleys and between buildings. Gunshots echo behind them, but the smoke provides enough cover for their escape.

In the small clearing where they stop to catch their breath, the tension is thick enough to choke on.

Glen stays as far from Merle as possible, Maggie at his side with her arm protectively around his waist. Rick's gun hasn't lowered, his eyes never leaving Merle for more than a second.

"He ain't coming back with us," Rick states flatly, once everyone's breathing has normalized.

Daryl's head snaps up. "What?"

"After what he did to Glen? To Maggie?" Rick gestures with his gun toward the couple. "He's not setting foot in the prison."

"Man, come on," Daryl argues, stepping between Rick's gun and his brother. "He helped us escape. We wouldn't have gotten out without him."

"After he kidnapped us!" Glen shouts, wincing as the effort pulls at his injuries. "After he beat me half to death!"

Merle laughs, the sound harsh in the quiet forest. "Didn't hear you complaining when I opened that gate for you, Chinaman."

"I'm fucking Korean!" Glen's voice cracks with fury and pain. "And that doesn't erase what you did!"

"He's my brother," Daryl says quietly, his eyes on Rick. "He's blood."

Rick's expression doesn't soften. "He's dangerous. A liability. I have to think about everyone back at the prison."

"The prison, huh?" Merle interjects, his tone mocking. "You holed up in a prison now? How fitting."

"Shut up, Jackass," Daryl snaps, but the damage is done.

The mention of the prison reminds everyone of exactly why bringing Merle back would be a risk—he's unpredictable, volatile. A wild card in a world where survival depends on trust.

"He's not coming," Rick repeats, and this time it's an order, not a suggestion.

Daryl looks around the group—at Glen's battered face, at Maggie's protective stance, at Rick's unwavering resolve. He thinks of the prison, of the tentative safety they've built there.

Of Carol and her gentle strength, of Beth and her songs, of Lil Ass Kicker's tiny hands.

Of you.

Then he looks at Merle, the only person who's ever been a constant in his life, for better or worse.

His brother.

Blood.

"No him, no me," Daryl says finally, the words like stones dropping into the still water that is his stomach.

Rick blinks, disbelief crossing his face. "Daryl, you can't mean that. We need you."

"Then he comes too," Daryl insists, crossing his arms. He can feel Merle's surprised gaze on him.

"That's not happening," Glen interjects, his voice steel despite his injuries. "Not after what he did. Not what that maniac back there was going to do to Maggie."

Daryl looks at Maggie, hoping for some support, but her eyes are hard as she holds Glen closer. Whatever Merle did—or was about to do—there's no forgiveness there.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

"Then I guess this is where we part ways," Daryl says quietly.

Silence falls over the clearing, broken only by the distant groans of walkers and the rustle of leaves in the night breeze. Rick steps forward, lowering his gun at last.

"You're making a mistake," he says, genuine regret in his voice. "The group needs you. Carl, Judith... they need you."

The mention of—Lil Ass-Kicker—makes Daryl's chest ache again. But he shakes his head. "My brother needs me more."

Behind him, Merle is uncharacteristically quiet, perhaps sensing the weight of what Daryl is sacrificing.

"Take care of them," Daryl says, voice rough as he looks at Rick. "And... her... you keep her safe."

Rick doesn't need to ask who "her" is. He nods once, understanding passing between them. "Door's open if you change your mind. Both of you, if he proves he can be trusted."

"Don't hold your breath, officer friendly" Merle mutters, but there's no venom in his voice.

With one last look at the group that's become his family over these long, brutal months, Daryl turns away.

His crossbow feels heavier than usual on his shoulder, the weight of his decision pressing down on him like a physical force.

"Let's go," he says to Merle, and they head deeper into the forest, away from the prison, away from safety. Away from you.

They walk in silence for what feels like hours, the woods growing denser around them, the night colder.

Merle seems content to follow Daryl's lead for once, perhaps understanding the significance of his brother's choice.

When they finally stop to make camp in a small clearing, Daryl sets up a perimeter of noise traps—twine strung with empty cans and bottles scavenged as they walked.

Merle watches with grudging approval.

"Learned a few tricks while I was gone, huh?" he comments as Daryl builds a small, smokeless fire.

"Had to," Daryl replies curtly, not meeting his brother's gaze.

They sit on opposite sides of the fire, the flames casting dancing shadows across their faces.

In the silence, Daryl can almost hear the prison—the metal doors closing for the night, the quiet conversations in the cell block, the occasional cry of the baby.

It's only been hours, but it feels like a lifetime ago.

"So," Merle finally breaks the silence, leaning forward. "You gonna tell me who 'her' is?"

Daryl stiffens shoulders curling instinctively, as he pokes at the fire with a stick. "Don't know what you're talking about."

Merle's laugh is low and knowing. "Come on, baby brother. 'Keep her safe'? That ain't the Daryl Dixon I knew. That's a man with something—or someone—"

"Drop it, Merle," Daryl warns, but his brother has never been good at taking warnings.

"She must be something real special to have my little brother all torn up like this," Merle continues, grinning through his split lip.

"What's she look like? Bet she's a wildcat between the sheets, ain't she? The quiet ones always are."

Daryl's hand tightens around the stick until his knuckles turn white. "I said drop it."

"That why you're so eager to get back? Been too long without her wrapping pretty little legs around you?" Merle leans back, clearly enjoying the way Daryl's jaw clenches tighter with each word.

"Always wondered what kinda woman would finally tame little Darylina. She got a mouth on her ?"

"Man, shut the hell up," Daryl growls.

Merle's grin widens.

"Hit a nerve, did I? Let me guess—you ain't even sealed the deal yet, have you? All this pining and you probably haven't even gotten past first base. That's just sad, little brother."

Daryl just glares out from under his hair, flexing the stick in his grip.

"Fine, fine," Merle raises his hands in mock surrender when Daryl glares at him.

"Keep your secrets. Just surprised is all. Never figured you for the type to get hung up on a piece of—"

The stick snaps in Daryl's grip. "You finish that sentence and I swear to God, Merle, I will put an arrow through your other hand."

The threat hangs in the air between them, and for a moment, Daryl thinks Merle might push it further. Instead, his brother's expression shifts to something almost like respect.

"Well, well," he says softly. "Look at you, all grown up and standing your ground. Whoever she is, she's got you wound up tighter than a spring."

Daryl doesn't respond, tossing the broken pieces of stick into the fire where they catch quickly, sending sparks up into the night sky.

The sun had already begun to dip, casting long shadows that stretched across the cracked asphalt. The prison yard, usually so quiet at this hour save for distant groans and the occasional murmured conversation, was stiller than usual—as if the earth itself was holding its breath.

You were helping Beth hang some linens near the guard tower when you heard the whistle from the fence line—three sharp chirps. The signal for “incoming.” Your heart lifted for a breath—hopefully they where all ok.

You didn’t expect to see them like that.

The gates creaked open. Michonne was the first to step through, blade dark with dried walker blood, face drawn.

Rick followed, supporting Maggie, whose shirt was soaked in something too dark to be sweat. Glen came last, limping, his face swollen and bloodied.

His head was bowed, shoulders hunched like he was trying to fold himself small enough to disappear.

You froze, your laundry basket slipping from your hands. Linens tumbled to the ground like forgotten things.

“Maggie, Shit—Glen?” you breathed. Your voice cracked on their names.

He didn’t lift his head right away, but you were already moving, your feet pounding across the pavement, arms swinging stiffly. You barely noticed when Beth called after you.

You nearly skidded to a halt in front of him, your boots scraping dirt. The moment he looked up, your stomach dropped.

His eye was nearly swollen shut, a bruise blossoming purple across his cheekbone. Dried blood streaked from his nose. His bottom lip was split in two places, and his knuckles looked raw and torn.

"Oh god,” you whispered. “Glen… what—who—?”

He gave a weak smile. “Hey,” he rasped. “Guess I lost a fight with a brick wall.”

You didn’t laugh. You couldn’t.

Your hand hovered near his face, trembling slightly. You wanted to touch him, to comfort him—but you didn’t want to cause more pain.

“Who did this to you?”

He didn’t answer.

You turned to Maggie, who looked even worse. Her shirt was torn. Her eyes weren’t focused. Rick murmured something about "Woodbury" and "Governor" but your ears were ringing too loud to hear the rest.

You reached for Maggie’s hand, gently closing your fingers around hers. Her skin was clammy.

"Come on,” you said softly, your voice steadier than you felt.

"Let’s get inside.”

She didn’t say a word. But she let you lead her.

The common room buzzed with low murmurs and the occasional soft cry from Judith, whose tiny noises felt too innocent for the air they were carried in. The candles cast small halos of gold on the walls, their flickering light doing little to chase away the weight that had settled over the prison like a cold fog.

You sat cross-legged on the floor beside Glen and Maggie's mattress, a chipped enamel bowl of water at your side and a damp cloth cooling in your hands. Maggie lay nearby, half-asleep, too pale, her hand curled loosely in Glen’s shirt like she was afraid he might vanish if she let go.

Glen’s bruises were clearer in the flickering light now—his swollen eye, the cuts along his jaw, the tight way he held his ribs. You dabbed the cloth against his temple with as much care as you could, biting your lip whenever he winced.

He tried to smile. That half-crooked, familiar smile. "You don’t have to—.”

“Of course I do.” you whispered.

There was a beat of silence. He reached out, slow, and took your hand—gentle, just resting his fingers across yours.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, quiet. “About Daryl.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What about him?”

Glen’s throat bobbed in a hard swallow.

“He left.”

Your breath caught.

"left?” You shook your head, confused. “where?”

He hesitated, looking over toward Maggie, as if making sure she was asleep. Then he met your eyes.

“He left… with Merle.”

You blinked again, slower this time, as if your brain was still catching up. “Merle?” you repeated softly. “His brother? He's alive ? But … wouldn't they just come back here ?”

Glenn shifted, wincing. “I don’t think Daryl even thought about it. We told him what happened, that Merle wouldn't be welcome after what Merle did—and he just… went.”

You looked down at your lap, fingers curling slightly.

“But—Merle’s his brother.” Your voice was small, unsure. “Surely he’s not that bad...maybe he just fell in with this Governor guy ... didn't know how to get out?”

Glen’s jaw tightened. He stared at the wall for a long moment.

“Merle is that bad.” His voice dropped, firm but kind.

He didn’t say it to be cruel. He wasn’t angry. But there was pain in his voice. A haunted sort of truth that weighed too much to carry.

“He's the one that beat me,” Glen said, matter-of-fact, no bitterness in it—just exhaustion.

“Tied me to a chair, tried to tear me down until I gave up what I knew. I didn’t even recognize him as Daryl’s brother at first, because I couldn’t picture someone like him being related to someone like Daryl.”

That quieted you.

You swallowed thickly, your fingers tightening around the cloth in your hand.

“Oh,” you whispered. Your voice was barely audible.

Glenn nodded. “I didn’t want to tell you. But you deserved to know.”

You nodded, slowly. But something in your chest ached—a silent grief, like losing something you’d only just begun to hold.

You hadn’t meant to drift so far from the others.

The air was thick with late summer humidity, hanging heavy on your skin as the buzz of cicadas competed with the low moans of the undead that had been pressing against the chain link.

Sweat clung to your brow, making the hair at your nape damp, but you didn’t stop. Not when the ache in your chest twisted every time you thought of him.

He left.

You gritted your teeth, bringing the butt of the hoe down hard on the temple of the next walker that almost slipped past. One by one, they just kept coming—slow, shambling, but relentless.

A wet, gurgling growl snapped you out of your thoughts.

You spun—and realized too late how far from the others you’d wandered.

Walkers had begun to crowd in a semicircle behind you, drawn by your scent, your motion, your warmth.

Maybe a dozen.

Maybe more.

"Shit,” you breathed, backing up toward the tree line.

You swung the hoe—one fell.

Another caught the handle.

You kicked it off but stumbled.

Your grip slipped.

Hands reached for you, yellowed nails curling.

Teeth snapped inches from your face.

CRACK!

One walker fell sideways, its skull split by a sharp object.

Another thudded to the ground a moment later, its head cleanly split open.

Then another.

And another.

You dropped to your knees, gasping, trying to scramble back, when a shadow fell across you.

You blinked against the blur of sun and dirt.

Then froze.

Someone stood over you.

A stranger.

His silhouette was broad-shouldered and cocky, all sharp edges and swagger. His face was scruffy with days-old stubble.

But what made your stomach twist was the crude, sharp, jagged metal bayonet, where his hand should have been.

Rusted at the base. Blood still dripping from the tip.

“Well damn,” he said with a rough chuckle, offering you his hand. “Ain’t you a peach.”

You crawled backward instinctively, eyes wide.

“Easy, girlie,” he said, not unkindly, but with that twang that made everything sound like a joke. “Ain’t here to hurt ya. If I was, I'd have just left ya to the biters.”

He offered his real hand.

You stared at it.

Then at his other arm.

He noticed.

“Yeah, I know. Ain’t exactly Martha Stewart’s arm candy, am I?” He snorted. “Relax. Least I ain’t a walker.”

You took his hand carefully, rising to your feet. Your fingers barely brushed the calluses on his palm. You flinched at the heat radiating from his skin. His grip was strong, but not cruel.

“You okay?” he asked, cocking his head. “Or you just like bein’ walker bait?”

You opened your mouth, closed it.

He squinted. “You mute, girl? Or just too polite to thank the fella who saved your ass?”

You blinked up into the face of a man you didn’t know.

“Sorry—I” you stammered. “I didn’t mean to—” You wiped off your hand on your pants holdong it out to shake his.

“Ain’t judgin’. We all got our weird coping methods. Yours is damn near suicidal, but hey…” He gave your hand a firm shake, winking. “No kink-shaming.”

You stepped back, your brows furrowed, still breathless. “Who… who are you?”

He grinned.

“Name’s Merle. Merle Dixon.”

Your heart nearly stopped.

Merle looked at you then, really looked at you, head tilting slightly at the lilt of your voice, the accent. “Wait a minute…”

You watched realization bloom on his face like a storm.

“Ohhh. Hell,” he drawled with a slow grin.

[chuubian]

Kinktober week two:

Hot To Go!

Tags Boothill x fem saloon maid reader, his dick vibrates, drinking, semi-public

Summary A handsome cowboy walks into the saloon without any credits. Before you can kick him out and report him, he offers to pay another way.

The loud screeching of old hinges draws your attention out of your work and to the front door. A weird looking cowboy comes in. He's completely made of steel except for his pale face, it's like nothing you've ever seen before. His heavy boots bang against the decaying slabs of wood flooring, then he sits at the bar, staring silently— waiting for you to service him. Putting the glasses and rag down, you head over to him.

“Hello sir, what can I get you?”

“A double tequila, darlin’.”

You raise an eyebrow. That's it?

“Just tequila? nothing else?”

“I can handle it.”

You shrug, walking back to grab him a glass, pouring in two shots of the clear liquid and sliding it in front of him. He grins— sharp teeth taking you by surprise. Did he purposely sharpen his teeth? The man reaches for his glass, tossing it back and drinking the straight liquor easily. You cringe just watching him.

“You seriously drink like that in the middle of the day?”

“Oh it’s nothin’… ‘s like water to me.”

Nose scrunching in disgust, you recoil at the thought of it. It's like 2 pm who in the world would think to drink this. He chuckles at your expression, sitting up and leaning forward— cheek leaning onto his cold, metal fist.

“Shouldn't you be glad I'm here, darlin’? Good for business, isn't it?”

He looks around the empty room.

“I'm the only one here, that's money you wouldn't have made otherwise.”

So that's how he sees it huh…

“Then it's 30,000 credits.”

He pauses, eyes widening. The clanging of iron sounds through the room as he sits up straight.

“Ain't that a bit expensive, sweetheart?”

You cross your arms.

“That's the set price. If you're saying you can't pay, then I'm gonna have to get the sheriff over here.”

That seems to astound him. He immediately starts fussing, leaning over the bar to try and calm you down.

“Now, now dear… We don't gotta go that far! come on, I'm in town all the time, you know me right?”

“No i don't, I've never seen you here. I don't even know your name.”

Clunky metal fingers run through his black and white hair as he puts his hat down on the counter in front of him.

“Boothill. See? now you know me.”

“If you don't pay, I'm calling the sheriff over here. I'm not kidding.”

Sharp nails dig into the wooden counter— he leans back, thinking of ways to deescalate the situation.

“Why don't we find some other way to repay you huh? We don't need to get law enforcement involved in somethin’ so small right?”

You consider it. It's not like your boss would know anyways, it wasn't even that much alcohol.

“What do you have in mind?”

—————-

The wind gets knocked out of your lungs as Boothill drags his rough tongue over your clit. His sharp metallic claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, trying to keep your unruly hips still. A choked whine gets caught in your throat as he sucks harshly on the sensitive little nub— it's like barbed wire has been wrapped around your throat, constricting any sound that may escape.

“Aghh… f-fuck!”

The only response from him is a harsh bite to your inner thigh, before he dives back in. He's like a man starved, consuming you completely. A hot wet tongue makes its way down to your entrance, teasing and taunting, with the intention of pushing in.

Your fingers thread through his long, black and white patterned hair— pulling, out of necessity to keep your peace of mind. Boothill slips inside and an embarrassing squelch echoes through the empty saloon.

“Don't move.”

He warns, holding you up against the old bar. Practically all your weight is leaning on his kneeling form— your legs were trembling terribly, struggling to hold up properly. Gummy walls squeeze around his tongue, gushing out more slick. He lets out a low moan, enjoying the slightly bitter taste.

“Sooo good…”

His words slur together. One of his fingers finds its way up to your puffy, abused clit, drawing little circles. Sparks flash behind your eyes and guttural moans bubble past your lips.

“Nghh… B-boothill!”

This only seems to encourage him more. He drags his tongue back out of your entrance. Your pussy feels empty without him, clenching around nothing— already becoming used to the force against your walls. Tugging him closer, you grind your cunt down onto his lips, trying to get more. That's all you need, just a little more.

“Needy, huh?”

He chuckles, lips wrapping around your over sensitive clit, sucking and licking at it harshly. You double over, stomach and thighs tensing from need and overwhelming pleasure. His steel palms feel surprisingly warm against your skin, gently caressing instead of digging in like before.

“Mmmf..! O-oh god Boothill!”

Eyes watering, back arching, grasping and pulling at his long locks, you finally come undone. A loud ringing resounds through your head, leaving your brain fuzzy and confused. You don't even process what's going on until Boothill’s bulky hands are turning you around, pushing your chest down onto the old wooden bar.

“You ready?"

Icy metal presses against you from behind. His grip on your hips is painful— he's sure to leave marks and bruises painted across your skin. You open your mouth to respond, but before any words leave your lips, he pushes in.

You keen high in the back of your throat as his hips sink home. Squirming, you try to adjust to his cock. It proves to be an impossible feat- especially when you abruptly feel the vicious whirr or his dick against your walls.

"W-waaiit-"

You only manage to utter a single word of protest. As soon as it leaves your mouth, Boothill pulls his hips back and slams back in. Controlling himself is inconceivable at this point. He sets a brutal pace, grinding cock up into you, nails biting into your flesh.

All you could do was whimper and wail in garbled mumbles. He didn't stop even for one second. Your back arched, as your face was smushed against the counter— dragging against the old wood, scratching your skin.

"Fuck. sweetheart...."

He trails off, lost in the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his vibrating cock. Leaning forward, he nips at the shell of your ear. The sting only amplifies the feeling of immense bliss. Your legs shake with effort— it was like nothing you've ever felt before. Drunk off the sensation of him working himself in and out, your cunt clutching onto him- trying to suck him in.

It's all too much. Your eyesight is blurring and a lump forms in your throat. The knot in the pit of your tummy is straining and tensing. Boothill buries himself deeper, pelvis striking against the supple flesh of your ass. His cock is carving out a space for itself, pulsating against your walls.

"Hnngh.. B-boothil..."

His strong hand leaves your hips, settling itself on your shoulder, keeping you down.

"That's right sweetheart. Just like that."

All the blood rushes to your head as his dick thrust into your sweet spot. Your body is boiling— overwhelmed and about to burst. He doesn't stop, taking enjoyment in seeing you struggle. Slick is dripping down your pussy to the junction between you and the ruthless man. Your mushy walls make way for him, surrendering under pressure. All you can hear is a loud buzz, as your body focuses on the euphoria it feels under his expert touch.

Incoherent babbles erupt from your lungs. Your hips twitch, fucking themselves back on his cock mindlessly. He's getting desperate. Shocking cold steel presses against your back as the vibrations spread through your entire body. The knot forming in your belly bursts and fire flows inside your veins. The heat is sweltering and mind boggling.

Nails claw against the splintering wood, frantic for any way to hold onto your sanity. Your throat burns, lungs heaving and wheezing, desperate for air. Sweat drips down your forehead, glistening under the bright sunlight shining through the window.

The tremors in your thighs simmer down and Boothill pulls away, massaging your poor exhausted legs.

"How was that?"

You struggle to answer, but he wasn't really looking for an answer anyways. He helps you clean up— wiping the sweat and slick off your skin, dressing you tenderly. Making sure you look just as nice as when he first came in before anyone else walks in.

[bunnyreaper]

Can we get Johnny being misogynistic and mean🙏🏻🙏🏻

okay anon coming in HOT lmao <3

tw misogyny, noncon/dubcon, mentions of anal, coercion, freeuse, degradation. nasty!

after about an hour of begging and pleading, you finally give in to johnny's whining--it'd almost be cute if not for the hidden meaning laced in every word.

he's already used you numerous times throughout the day, part of the freeuse agreement he'd persuaded you to partake in, so now you were sore--used and sticky too. johnny had let you wipe away his cum from your dribbling hole, but he'd refused to let you shower just yet. after all, he'd said he wasn't done with you yet.

here he was proving himself right, your shorts and panties pulled down to your knees as he bends you over the couch. your face smushes into the pillows as he lifts your arse high and ignores your pleas for mercy.

"shhh, none of that now. gotta do your job fer me, doll, what else do I keep ye around for?" he coos, but there's that ever present bite to it.

you know johnny loves you, you also know that what you offer him is a big part of that.

he smacks each arsecheek twice in quick succession, his hand bruising with its level of brutality. the pain sears, the bruises left behind from his constant needy gropes smarting with each hit. you cry out and kick your legs, hoping for an escape that won't come.

johnny's hands start to explore, fingernails scraping across the plush of your behind as they trail to your cunt. his hands are rough as they part your cheeks, leaving nothing unexposed--every inch of johnny's property fully on display for his greedy eyes.

his long fingers poke into your swollen folds, ignoring your clit and spearing straight into your tight, unprepared cunt. "y'know, if yet me use yer arse, maybe your little kitty wouldnae be so sore." before you can further protest he's fucking you hard with his fingers, forcing any wetness out. the natural wetness of your walls only encourages him, convinces him you're just always wet for him.

he lines up the head of his thick cock, notching it in your entrance before he starts to use the force of his body weight. your hole fights him, resisting the intrusion and yet powerless to stop it. johnny only chuckles as he dick has to fight its way inside. "hear tha'? i hear her, she's begging for mercy... but since this is all ye give me."

"johnny!" your stomach twists as your cunt burns, forced into accepting the intrusion. if this is what it's like when johnny uses your hole meant for sex, what will it be like when he takes the one that isn't. guilt floods your brains, but you have to be honest. "i'm just-- not ready."

"yer lucky i'm being patient for now." he growls as his cock finally pushes all the way in, seating itself inside your aching walls. "willnae be able to hold out much longer. you want to keep yer man happy, aye?"

"i do." you choke back a sob, tears pricking at your eyes from the thought of losing johnny for not doing what you're supposed to.

"thought so."

behind you, as johnny starts to build a rhythm, you hear him tapping away on his phone. after a few moments he's draping himself over your body. his weight presses down on you as his hips move punishingly. one hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at the phone johnny holds before you.

porn. johnny's forcing you to watch porn of some little e-slut getting her arsehole wrecked. the sound is on full, her pleased moans drowning out johnny's gasps, but not his words.

"look a' her, look how she takes it." he hammers you, imitates the man on the screen who is showing no mercy to the doll beneath him. you can't stop staring, watching her arsehole stretch around the thick cock and knowing it's the one thing johnny wants most. "y'know that's what yer made for hen, for a big man like me to use all yer little girl holes."

the camera angle changes, now a pov from the man's perspective. johnny releases a feral groan before he snatches the phone from before your face. he sets the screen on the top of your arse as he continues to plow, pretending he's finally getting what he wants.

you don't need to turn around to know his eyes are fixed on the screen and not you. but you want to, you want to try and steal johnny's gaze back to your own. the hand holding your head down returns before you can even try.

"god bonnie. she's a much better whore aye, she lets her man take what's his like a good girl. but i'll wait, i know you'll let me in, know you'll beg me for it."

your insides chafe under johnny's assault, and you start to dream of the relief you might feel should he have another hole in his rotation.

johnny's thrusts stutter, but you know after the first 3 rounds it's not his orgasm, and you're still going to be here a while. the video changes, you hear a different woman, now screaming, begging for the man in the video not to fuck her back door.

"but if ye dinnae beg, i guess i have other plans."

her shouts escalate, and your body betrays you, trembling and gushing as her screams grow stronger and johnny's threat is made perfectly clear.

[yawnderu]

Doomed — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Idea by @actuallyhiswife from this post!

Alternative happy ending here.

Black. It's all you can see, all senses numbed by the water sneaking into your lungs, burning everything in its wake like a raging fire. You can feel it— her pain is your pain, his distress while he holds the body of his lover is just as yours, even when you don't recognize these people.

''Shh, s'alright love, I'm here.'' Simon's deep voice snaps you back to reality, your lungs greedily taking in the air like a man starved. You suck in a sharp breath at the touch of his bare fingers against your stomach, one of his bloodied hands coming up to cup your cheek while the other one applies pressure to the bullet wound.

"What h—" A groan takes over your sentence, face scrunched up in pain as your brain finally registers that you got shot. Blood pours out of the wound no matter how much pressure his strong hands apply, now using both of them in hopes that'll keep you alive.

"Stay with me." It's not an order, it's a plea, tone laced by pure desperation. You cry out as the bullet digs deeper into your flesh, tears already falling down your cheeks at the pure agony, body growing weaker and weaker as the blood pours out of your body.

"Simon." You call out softly and he ignores it, refusing to let you go. Refusing to let the sun that casts away his shadows go. Simon finally had one good thing in life, and he'll be damned if he ever lets it go.

"Simon." You call out again only to be ignored. Your bloodied hand manages to drag its way onto Simon's forearm, squeezing gently to get his attention.

"I love you. I'm sorry we—" A choked breath escapes his lips as he takes in your image. Roughed up and dirty, yet still the prettiest fucking thing he's seen his whole life.

"I'm sorry we can't go pet the fluffy cows in Scotland together." A small laugh manages to come out of your lips, followed by a cough. He recognizes that look in your tear-covered eyes, the way you're trying your hardest to fight death barehanded... and losing.

"Don't say that." He grunts out, the pressure he's applying on the wound growing weaker by the second as he prepares himself to accept whatever life will throw at him, as usual.

"We'll go pet those bloody cows together— maybe even stay over at Johnny's." He promises, having spent countless nights listening to you ramble on about going to Scotland just to meet Johnny's family and pet the fluffy cows he claimed they have.

"Just gotta stay with me, pretty girl." His hands come up to adjust your body so that you're laying on him, his back against the wall of the abandoned building as he cradles you.

You don't have the energy to speak, still managing to give him a lethargic nod, eyelids growing heavier by the second. You can barely hear his voice, everything sounding muffled all of sudden, but you register the kiss planted to your lips, his balaclava pulled all the way off.

"Marry me." You nod, allowing yourself to entertain him as life slips away from you. His tone is raw, trying and failing to cover up the pure agony that he's feeling.

"Do you—" He chokes up, taking a deep breath to calm himself down, knowing he doesn't have a lot of time left with you.

"Do you take Simon Riley as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" Another weak nod.

"I do." You manage out, trying your best to ignore the taste of blood in your mouth, eyes finally rolling to the back of your head as your eyelids close, unable to keep them open anymore.

His shaky hand holds your left one, carefully drawing a circle around your ring finger with your own blood. It's all he can do for now— the real engagement ring is back on base, carefully tucked away in his closet.

He holds you close for what feels like forever, ignoring the way your body gets colder and stiffer as the hours go by. He plants gentle kisses onto your hair, refusing to see your face, wanting his last image of you to be when you smiled at him. Simon Riley, the man who always kept everyone at arm's length, had to be ripped off of your body by Johnny and Price once they found you.

The day you left him, the little humanity Simon had died alongside you. He could barely eat, was drinking himself to sleep every single night to numb the pain, and yet his dreams were just as restless. His mind had been plagued with images of lovers seeing each other die, each time just as tragic. He couldn't recognize the people in his dreams up until it was his turn to watch you die over and over— that's when he understood. Simon Riley always thought he was cursed, yet seeing the other piece of his soul die over and over again in his arms? It was pure agony.

He stumbled to his desk, harshly putting down the bottle of bourbon he downed in less than an hour. His shaky hand opened the cabinet, looking at his service pistol with contempt before reaching out for it.

[omensandwonders]

i can't be saved

ghostface!noah x f!reader

(a/n: this is supposed to be a halloween/ bday post for our king even though it's DISGUSTINGLY late (mainly cause my blog didnt exist on his bday lol whoopsie) but BETTER LATE THAN NEVER AMIRITE HEATHENS)

warnings: cnc/dubcon, breaking and entering, mean!noah, knife play, blood play (he carves his initials into the reader lol), impact play, degradation, choking/ asphyxiation, creampie, general feral word vomit things, readers.. kinda dumb

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it was friday, october 31st, 11.32pm. rain gently drummed against the windows, thunder rolling in the far off distance. it was the perfect night for you to cosy up with a book you had been meaning to get to for literal ages, but never had the chance to. snuggled up on your couch, a vanilla scented candle lit, you got to work.

you barely got 50 pages in before a loud crash sounded through your house, ripping you from the story you had just begun to immerse yourself in. what the actual hell was that? against your better judgement you stood up slowly, slippers quiet on the hardwood floor, and walked towards the area of the house where the sound had come from. you felt cold dread run down your spine as you saw it: one of your windows was torn completely open. the thud had been the window being thrown open and slamming into the wall. somebody was inside. mind and heart racing in panic you started taking slow steps backwards, trying to think of how to escape, when your back hit something. or better, someone. you yelped and turned quickly, now facing a tall, masked man. you couldnt see anything behind his mask, but you could see strong, heavily tattooed arms... and a knife in his hand. that's all it took for your survival instinct to kick in and you sprinted past him, a loud laugh echoing through the halls of your apartment before he took off after you, his heavy boots slamming against the floor loudly.

panting in fear you reached your bedroom and practically threw yourself under your bed. it was cliche, but maybe, just maybe he wouldnt check. you covered your mouth to muffle your breathing just as his heavy boots slid into view, coming to a halt in front of the bed before starting to slowly walk around the room. you could hear him open the closet before closing it again and it sounded like he was leaving. you were about to exhale in relief when you suddenly felt a large hand close around your ankle and yank you out from your hiding place "found you!" you could practically hear the grin in his voice, despite his face being hidden behind the mask. you screamed in fear, fists pounding against his chest until he pressed his knife to your throat "now, pet, none of that. you have any idea how fuckin' annoying that gets?" slowly you lowered your fists, hands shaking in fear. not like you had much of a choice anyways "much better. now... i was going to kill you, but... seeing you like this... that'd just be such a waste, wouldnt it?" you sobbed in fear as his free hand brushed a stray strand of hair from your face "all you gotta do is be a good girl and stay still for me, and ill let you live. isnt that nice?" he moved his knife away a little, just enough to let you nod meekly "good pet"

he barely left you time to process before taking his knife to your clothes, cutting them off of you in a few precise cuts and strong rips. it barely took a minute for you to be completely bare and shaking before him. he hummed contemplatively and let the tip of his knife slowly drag down the valley between your breasts, down to your navel and stopping just above your pussy. his free hand made his way up your soft thigh, giving it a squeeze before parting your legs roughly to give himself more space. with a soft sigh his thumb found your clit, starting to rub in slow but firm circles. he laughed at your pathetic moan "you dirty bitch, youre gettin' off on this, arent you?" he sunk two fingers into your cunt and all you could do was moan out. before you realized what was happening he put the knife down and his open palm met your cheek hard enough to send your head lolling to the side, other hand sinking a third finger into your pussy "when i ask you a question, i expect a fucking answer" "y-yes- yes, im getting off on it-" you all but sobbed out, the pain of his slap making your cunt clench and drool even more. within minutes of him toying with your pussy you were approaching your high, hips grinding against his hand, but just as you were about to fall off the edge, he pulled away, stopping all of his touches "nah, not until i say so" "please, please- fuck, 'm so clo-" he didnt even let you finish before he backhanded you again. he gripped your cheeks harshly, blunt nails digging into your soft skin and pulling you closer to his masked face "you forgetting your fucking place here? im in charge, slut, you do as i say. do i have to remind you? dont worry, i know just what to do with dumb cocksleeves like you" he let go of your cheeks, roughly letting you fall back to the floor. his left hand grabbed your throat to hold you down, other hand positioning the tip of his knife between your breasts. as realisation dawned on you you sobbed, fear running through your veins but you were helpless as he dug the blade in, not too deep, carving his initials into you slowly. NS. once he was satisfied with his work he wiped the blodd off his knife on your thigh before discarding it "there you go. little reminder of tonight for ya, mh?" he let go of your throat to grip your thigh, pressing one of your legs to your chest while the other positioned himself at your dripping entrance, your chest buzzed and ached from the shallow wound, but the scariest part was how much this all turned you on. he hilted himself with one smooth thrust and it punched the air out of your lungs. he was so thick and long, it felt like you were being split open. barely giving you time to adjust, his pace was rough and ruthless from the start, hips slamming into yours fast and hard. your wails and cries filled the room, mixed with his occassional deep groans and the sound of your skin slapping together. one of his large hands wrapped around your throat just tight enough to make your head go fuzzy, eyes rolling back with a loud moan. he was ruining you, ruining you for any other man, splitting you open on his cock and fucking you to tears. it was too good. "gonna cum? 'sokay, you can cum now, such a good fuckin' cocksleeve for me, pussy's so tight and warm- made for me, huh? made for takin' my dick like this- gonna fill you so good-" his filthy words sent you over the edge, cumming with a liud cry. with one last thrust he pushed as deep as he could, cumming inside you with a loud groan.

after you both came down from your high he slowly let go off you and pulled out before pulling off his mask, revealing the dissheveled but handsome face of your loving boyfriend, noah "did so good for me love, thank you for lettin' me try this" "i had so much fun, happy birthday baby" you laughed softly and pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he happily returned before leaning down and licking the blood off of your chest. he sat up and scooped you up in his arms "now to get you cleaned up and pamper you"