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[ghostarii]

SILK STRINGS & PEARL RINGS, SCARAMOUCHE

ʚɞ kisses with the weight of pain and bruises colored like love — his heart hits like a punch and you’re the sucker to catch it.

WARNINGS ݈݇- fem!reader, referred to as kuni, impact play, asphyxiation, biting / marking, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, praise, creampie, overstimulation, more scaramouche than wanderer, minors & dc antis do not interact!

NOTE ݈݇- hey . . hey . . how y’all doin ^w^ ive been gone a while becuz tumblr wasnt it anymore nd life was lifeing ! am back now bc i missed u guys nd missed being a freak :c theres sm of u now — thank u sm for 900+! ! i loveee youu loads xoxoxooo Anywayyy i hope u enjoy this quick littl drabble to flex my muscles :3

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LIMBS LIKE STRINGS OF silk: soft, pliable, and delicate, all in the hands of an unworthy sinner. His rough callouses rub burning patches on your skin as he runs his hands across your supple skin. Even the finest silks blemish under unclean hands and you are no exception — you're the example.

The name he bears stumbles out of your mouth in broken gasps and he only wishes you would shut up; he tells you again and again in hopes of your compliance, to no avail. Your voice is a constant reminder of who he is to you and, otherwise, who he’s destroying for superficial, fleeting pleasure. He’s far too deep to pull away now and scurry away—he has no choice but to double down and bump the sense out of your brain in hopes of fogging your memory. It works in a skewed way: condensing your mind to the two syllables of his name. “Kuni! Kun—i!! God, Kuni—!!!” Your pitiful screeches play on broken recurrences.

And as the master weaver he is, your pleasure is sewn up to its peak for what feels like the millionth time. Your body quakes and trembles, quivering under his weight and attempting an escape jaggedly. A hearty, choked-up whine jumps out of your chest, “Sto—I can’t! K-Kuni, please—!”

Deaf ears ignore your cries and pound deeper, harder—slamming his pelvic bone against your twitching clit. His hands move from the expanse of the mattress to your neck: pressing you into the mattress with pressure on the sides of your neck just right. “Shut the fuck up,” he grits, rolling his hips into you. “Just shut up and take it.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, lashes fluttering rapidly as, quickly, your brain computes nothing but pleasure.

His hips snap against you with such intensity, that it makes you feel like he hates you. It borders on painful, eliciting sharp lightning rods to pierce and prod around your body. The sheer weight of this impassioned thrusting has you jolting up the bed and thrashing around under him, looking to escape the white-hot harvest of pleasure pulsing in your pussy.

On top of you, he burns a pretty rose that can only be described as fire. The tight grip around his cock fills his head with foggy air—but it's the wetness that spools around his length: splat, splat, splat, that sings out the lost orgasms from rounds previous and ample arousal. It’s that that has him grumbling out blurbs of pleasure, chasing his orgasm that rests in your depths.

Every sensation is heightened tenfold with the ever-demanding charge that is being fed in your tummies. Every pulse, squeeze, leak, prod—all of it is akin to plugging you up to an orgasm charge-port and capping off the battery.

It’s too much; you scream that out enough until you can't gather enough air to breathe, let alone speak. Kuni agrees with you but he really, really, wishes you would shut up. He can't think and with every sound you make, he’s urged on in this unshakeable, carnivorous desperation to fuck harder. He's not immune to pleasure; he may be more susceptible to its threats, in fact. Knitted brows and screwed eyes blind him to the overstimulated writhing you enact, wriggling under his touch in vain hopes of reprieve.

Tears stream down your cheeks to mix with a layer of slobber splayed on your skin—a pitifully nasty mess, born out of the relentless palms of your man. He has the liberty to see you at your most vulnerable: degeneracy painting itself all over your body. A beautifully disgusting mess, you are, and he only makes it worse.

Stirring around your guts is his angry hard-on, circling your walls in shaky rolling manners, letting you both rest against the other and heave out deep breaths. The tip grinds against your g-spot and has you whimpering weakly, slapping his forearms and rolling your stomach. “I’m gonna—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He grits, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging your head to the left. The stinging burn that dances at your roots has you wincing and whining, scrunching your face up. “Hold it.”

“I c-can’t, Kuni!” Just as the words leave your mouth, his hips are re-angled to push up into your pussy, the right-bound hook he sports curving right up to a gummy cushion in your walls. They contract around him and he groans, tightening his grip on your hair.

He dives into you, letting his hands grip your waist as his head wedges itself between your chin and shoulder. “Get it through your thick fucking skull,” he berates, nipping your collarbone. “You can't cum until I say so,”

His hips grind upward, drilling his dick deep into your depths that the hoarseness in your voice is shaken off for a shrill yelp to be squeezed out. He laughs at you menacingly, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to then circle the mark with his tongue. “Take it like a good bitch and I may be nice to you.”

Not a word he said will be upheld. You're so good—the best girl for him and he still dangles your release in front of you. Like a dog to a thick bone, you pant and whine in anticipation of being thrown your Achilles heel.

Exhaustion catches up to him and he can only lazily rock into you. His left hand presses on your stomach as he does so, trapping pressure in your tummy and mixing deliciously with your pleasure.

Heat swims beneath your skin and spills out beads of perspiration, gluing your bodies together.

Proximity; your bodies are so close and burning up fervent flames that swallow you down. Like the pliable silk you are, you slip around under his hold and that knot your stomach is tied up in easily unwinds.

“You’re coming, aren't you?” He shakily asks, exhaling deeply. If you aren't, he is.

Your non-answer is answer enough—he moans pathetically in your ear, falling apart as he ruts into you.

Holding on is a thing of the past as he slams against your sweet spot, unfurling his orgasm into you in milky ropes. Simultaneously, you release your biggest orgasm yet, splashing against his stomach and streaming down your legs. The pressure pushes him out with a grunt, a sadistic laugh of his echoing in your head.

Your swollen pussy is shining in pearlescent, bubbled strings, rolling out of you in a gushing mix. Oh, it's nasty; and you're utterly destroyed—flushed and blemished and patterned in bites, bruises, and prints. Your lips are swollen and bitten; your eyes are low-lidded and teary; your face is sweaty and tear-stained; your body quivers and spasms and Kuni thinks that you've never looked better.

Reprieve only lasts a mere moment before your legs are pushed up to your shoulders, spreading and stretching your limbs to their limits. Drawing out a whine, you speak hoarsely, “What’re you doing? No more..”

“I never told you to cum, did I?”

A break quickly becomes a distant memory.

[seraphicsentences]

hii mamas, probably stupid since youve been writing less, but js incase can i req ellie swiping through an album of videos and photos of reader, but then her mood is instantly changed when she swipes to a sx recording thta she completely forgot about? miss youu 😔😔

i’m sorry baby ik i suck ive been reaaall busy lately so i haven’t had much time for writing but! here’s a short one. working through requests slowly but surely. enjoy!

thinking about loser!ellie turning pussy drunk for you, or rather, the thought of you, in seconds. bc when am i not thinking about loser!ellie?

loser!ellie, naturally, never leaves the house. why would she— when she has her savage starlight comics stacked up on her shelf, her xbox hooked up, locked and loaded with a never ending amount of games, and most importantly, you, to come over whenever she pleases.

except for now, unfortunately. you had gone out to see an old friend who was visiting in town, and ellie, trying her very best to be a respectful girlfriend, decided to stay in (against her wishes).

as the pathetic, attached, and adorable loser she was, she had resorted to scrolling through her compiled camera album of you, which you self- titled “the prettiest, coolest, smartest, awesomest girl ever. aka your wife.”

she laughed under her breath, shaking her head fondly at the statement as she continued to swipe through countless candids, selfies, and clips of you. her girl.

she couldn’t help but smile sweetly into the crook of her elbow, head falling sideways into her mussed bed as she relived her favorite moments with you, which was really actually every moment she spent with you.

after skimming through an 8 minute long video of the two of you trying, and failing, to kill a small bug on her bedroom wall, it’s safe to say ellie’s heart was warm, and filled to the brim.

the next video’s thumbnail doesn’t immediately draw up any memories of hers, a blurry view of what seems to be her wall of space posters, so she assumes it to be an accidental recording.

but it’s— 18 minutes long??

curiosity winning her over, ellie clicks on the video, a loading symbol popping up on the screen briefly before sounds of heavy breathing overtake the room.

bedsheets rustle in the background, as ellie watches what appears to be her own hand scrambling at the phone’s lens, propping it up on her bedside table.

the view is what can only be described as filthy. your back arching off the mattress, legs tied to opposite posts on the bed as you writhe, gasping for air as ellie holds a vibrator lush against your clit.

“ah! ellie!” you’re crying out, ankles twisting and pulling at the grasps their in.

present-day ellie’s face glows a deep red, her breathing already picking up as she watches the screen, entranced. her legs come together, squeezing, as she begins to rock her hips down into the bed ever-so-subtly, clit grazing the seam of her pants in reach for the smallest sparks of stimulation.

she had completely forgotten about this video, the post-sex exhaustion wiping it from her memory, but it served as quite the pleasant surprise for her pathetic loser!self now. she flips over onto her back.

heart pumping, she roams her fingers across her navel, dipping under her boxers as she stares at her past self humping greedily on one of your thighs, head thrown back. your hands were gripped on the meat of her hips, pushing her down harder against yourself as she continued to shakily rub the toy over you.

her soft whimpers intermingled with your pleading moans to form an addicting symphony— ellie biting down on her lip as the tip her finger brushes over her pulsing clit.

“ellie, please, need your fingers,” you whine in the current scene.

“you got ‘em,” she hears herself husk out.

ellie groans, her finger twitching down involuntarily to press harder into her needy, puffy clit.

“fuck,” she swears under her breath, head falling back into a pillow as she fucks her hips up harder against her hand. her jaw drops open, head spinning as she pleads for your touch. simply yearning like the fucking loser she is, whimpering your name over and over again as she pants out heavily.

video-ellie has now ditched the vibrator, fucking her fingers messily into your weeping pussy as you raise a hand up to cup her heat.

“gonna let me stuff you up, els?” you ask, half-lidded with a surprisingly cocky smirk for the amount you’re dripping down your thighs.

“please,” ellie cries now, in sync with her recorded whines as she replicates your motions, a halfhearted attempt to relive the eye-rolling experience.

you, or she finally slides two fingers in, curling them impatiently to rub over that one spot that has her whispering, “please mommy.”

the phone falls onto the mattress, filthy sounds still playing in the background as ellie clutches the bedsheets instead, twisting them for dear life. her fingers thrust more rapidly now, sounds of her slick filling the air as she spreads her legs eagle-wide to reach even deeper.

how pathetic she is. this wet from just a video recording? this desperate for your touch? she’s nearing her finish already, beating past-her, which from the sound of it, seems to be getting edged.

her fingers jam harder into her g-spot, little uh-uh-uh’s slipping out from between her lips with the movement. ellie’s other hand scrambles for her thrown phone, dazedly clicking your contact and thumb searching for the audio recording option.

she can’t hold it anymore, legs kicking and squirming as she tries to get her words out.

“m-iss y-you real, real- fuck- bad. mmph please- need you ho-home n-ow, babe, g-gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum,” she rambles, her voice getting higher as she gets more lost in the sensations.

her back flies off the bed, hips bucking animalistically as she chants your name loudly, fingers still moving at lightning speed.

“miss you,” she whines quietly now, catching her breath and pouting as she slides her fingers out of her raw pussy, before hitting send with her not cum-coated hand.

yes this was short asf. n what about it? i banged it out in a zoooooom. ;)

[engeorged]

Awakenings IV

Short story four of seven in my series on gainer and feeder awakening stories, if you hear your own origin story then feel free to comment!

The New Coach

Taylor had always been sure of himself. At twenty-eight, he was in peak physical condition—a tall, athletic guy with sharp features that had earned him more than a few lingering glances. He’d always been the kind of man who knew what he wanted and went after it. Alongside his career, he trained rigorously with his rugby team, pushing himself to the limits in every practice, every match. Rugby was more than just a sport for him; it was a way of life, a testament to his discipline and drive.

But things had changed. Their coach, the man who had been like a mentor to him, had left in disgrace after a financial scandal that shook the team to its core. The cohesion they’d once had was fading, and Taylor found himself toying with the idea of leaving rugby behind. Soccer, hockey—both were tempting alternatives. He even went so far as to attend a few soccer practices, but it just didn’t feel the same. Something kept pulling him back to the team.

It was on a whim that Taylor decided to give rugby one more shot. He told himself it was just to see how things had changed, to decide once and for all if he should stay or move on. He walked into the locker room with a mix of scepticism and nostalgia, the familiar banter and the smell of sweat and old leather greeting him like an old friend.

The lads were all there, bantering as usual, the tension of recent weeks seemingly dissipating. Taylor joined in, laughing and throwing in a few jabs of his own. But underneath the camaraderie, he felt a strange sense of anticipation, like something was about to happen.

And then it did. The locker room door swung open, and in walked the new coach.

He was a sight to behold. The man was a towering presence, a true man mountain at 6 '5, with muscles that strained against the fabric of his tight-fitting rugby shirt. His arms were massive, the kind that could effortlessly lift a barbell loaded with plates. But what really drew Taylor’s attention, what he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from, was the coach’s belly.

It was impossible to ignore. The shirt, though stretched tight over his broad chest and biceps, couldn’t quite contain the round, solid mass of his gut. It protruded slightly, pushing against the fabric with a firmness that suggested power rather than softness. As the coach moved, talking to the team in his deep, commanding voice, the belly moved with him—solid, unyielding, and oddly mesmerising.

Taylor tried to focus on what the coach was saying, but his eyes kept drifting downward, drawn to the way the shirt clung to that rounded gut. It wasn’t flabby, not in the least—it was muscular, meaty, a true man’s belly that spoke of strength and experience. The way it jutted out slightly, the way the fabric hugged it, made Taylor’s pulse quicken in a way he didn’t understand. 

The coach’s voice was confident, assertive, as he laid out his plans for the team, his words full of authority. He cracked a joke, and the lads erupted in laughter, but Taylor barely registered it. His mind was spinning, caught between confusion and an intense, unfamiliar attraction. He felt his face flush as he realised just how hard it was to look away.

As the meeting wrapped up, the coach clapped a few of the guys on the back, giving Taylor a firm nod. But all Taylor could think about was the image of that gut, how it looked, how it might feel—solid, warm, undeniably masculine. The thoughts swirling in his head made him uncomfortable, like he was standing on the edge of something he didn’t understand.

He barely made it through the rest of the practice, his focus shattered, his thoughts a chaotic jumble. When it was finally over, Taylor hurried through his shower trying desperately to keep his erection hidden, his mind elsewhere. As he drove home, the sun setting in the distance, he replayed the events of the locker room over and over in his head, trying to make sense of what he’d felt. He was 100% straight wasn’t he?

By the time he got home, Taylor was more confused than ever. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor, his mind racing. The image of the coach, of that powerful belly stretching his shirt, kept intruding on his thoughts. He didn’t understand why it affected him so much, why he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He found himself questioning things he’d never questioned before. He’d always considered himself straight, never doubted it. But the way he’d been drawn to the coach’s presence, the way he couldn’t look away from that solid, masculine gut—the resulting erection, it unsettled him deeply. It wasn’t just attraction; it was something more, something he couldn’t quite put into words.

Taylor lay down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process it all. He was turned on, yes, but he was also confused, shaken by the intensity of his reaction. What did it mean? What did it say about him? He had no answers, just a head full of questions and an image he couldn’t shake.

He tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back, more insistent, more vivid. His hand wandered down his own muscular body as he replayed the scene in his head. As his hand brushed against his unsurprisingly throbbing dick. He couldn’t help himself but begin to jerk it resulting in the most intense, but guilt ridden orgasm he’d had in months. 

As the night wore on and sleep refused to come, Taylor knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t something he could ignore. The coach, with his commanding presence and that powerful, rounded gut, had awakened something in him, something he didn’t understand yet but couldn’t deny.

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[agaypanic]

reese wilkerson x reader!! where he & reader go to a house party together & she’s wearing a seggzy dress & has a lot of the popular guys hitting on her (she’s popular too) & he gets all jelly & sad & reader makes it up to him & makes him feel better! (smutty or fluffy ending)

Little Black Dress (Reese Wilkerson X Cheerleader!Reader Smut)

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Summary: You go to a homecoming party with Reese, and he gets mopey watching people try to get your attention. You find an empty bathroom and remind him that he’s the only one you have your eyes on.

A/N: i dont think ive ever written a hand/blowjob before so hope this is ok lol

CW: semi public sex (bathroom at a party), oral (m receiving), handjob, lowkey sub!reese and dom!reader

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“I hate the way they’re all looking at you.” Despite his grumbling being quiet and the house being outrageous, you picked up Reese’s words loud and clear. His fingers played with one of the straps on your dress as he kept you close to his side. “It’s like I’m invisible to them or something.”

Your boyfriend’s moping made you feel bad. After all, you were the one who dragged him to this house party. The school’s football team had just won the homecoming game a few hours ago, and being a cheerleader, you had loads of party invitations. As soon as you came in, you were dragged to different parts of the house to catch up, be complimented, and occasionally hit on by a random tipsy classmate. The whole time, Reese was by your side, and you seemed to be the only one who wasn’t ignoring his presence.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You cooed, cupping Reese’s cheek. He usually didn’t like having soft moments like this in public, but you hoped he wouldn’t mind it right now. “Do you wanna get out of here?”

“No.” Reese shook his head, giving your waist a quick squeeze. It was clear he was lying for your benefit. “No, I don’t want you to miss out on all the fun.” An idea quickly popped into your head, and you couldn’t help but grin at your mischievous thought.

“I could show you some fun.” Reese picked up on your suggestive tone, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you. “If you want.”

It took a quick moment of contemplation before Reese nodded slowly, allowing you to pull him out of the kitchen where the two of you were taking refuge from the chaotic party. Luckily, you had practically been dragged all over the house tonight, so you had a pretty good idea of the layout.

As you pushed through the crowd of dancing and drinking teenagers, some friends and strangers tried to stop you to talk. You simply ignored them and kept walking, squeezing Reese’s hand extra tight to ensure you wouldn’t lose him.

Eventually, you found an empty bathroom at the end of a dark hallway. 

After a quick look around the corridor to see if anyone was watching, you slipped into the room, dragging Reese behind you. You locked the door before turning to your boyfriend, who seemed a bit antsy as to what would happen next.

You quickly took Reese’s face in your hands, smushing your lips against his in a messy but passionate kiss. Pressing yourself against him, you could soon feel the tent in his pants start to rise. You grinned into the kiss before trailing down to suck on the soft spots of Reese’s neck, causing him to groan and shudder while gripping your hips.

“Want me to take care of you, pretty boy?” You whispered against Reese’s hot skin. You felt the vibrations of his hum of affirmation, a hand being settled on his throat and face tucked in the crook of his neck. You grinned, pulling away and sinking down to your knees.

Your movements were slow, making Reese writhe with anticipation as he watched your hands reach up. Soon, his jeans were unbuttoned, unzipped, and tugged down with his boxers just enough to free his pulsing cock. Mouth watering at the sight, you looked up at Reese for another look of confirmation before taking hold of him.

With a featherlight touch, you stroked him slowly, listening to his murmurs of relief. Seeing that he was leaking with precum, you kitten licked the tip of Reese’s dick before opening your mouth wide enough to take him inch by inch.

“Oh, god.” Reese had an iron grip on the bathroom counter he was leaning against. He looked down at you before throwing his head back in pleasure as you bobbed your head. Whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth was stroked by your hand. “Feels so good.”

You moaned at the praise, the vibrations causing Reese to jolt and hit the back of your throat. You gagged, but quickly recovered and continued your ministrations.

Reese’s hips started to move on their own accord, slightly thrusting past your lips. You took your mouth off of him, looking up in faux disappointment and clicking your tongue.

“Be good, Reese.” You warned. Your boyfriend nodded feverishly, wishing for you to continue. Luckily for him, you began sucking his cock again, every little touch driving him closer to the edge.

“Baby, I’m-“Reese cut himself off with a moan, trying to hold himself off a little longer.

“It’s okay, honey.” You said, stroking him swiftly to make up for the lack of your mouth. “Go ahead and come.”

With your words and the warmth of your mouth soon engulfing him again, it wasn’t long before Reese finished with a shudder, fingers gripping the sink even harder than before. You swallowed every last drop he gave you, lips parting from his softening cock with a lewd pop sound.

Above you, Reese’s stiff figure started to relax, sighing in slight exhaustion. You smiled at the reaction, rising to your feet. While your boyfriend recovered from his climax, you looked over his shoulder into the mirror, fixing your now slightly smudged lipstick with your finger. When you looked back at Reese, he was already looking at you with hungry eyes.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked with a smirk. Quickly, Reese shoved himself back into his boxers and zipped up his pants, running a hand through his hair before pulling you out of the bathroom while you giggled at his reaction.

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[arminsumi]

🔞 gojo smut draft

note : damn i found this and i dont think it deserves to be stuck in the drafts

warnings : minors don't read/interact, smut 👍, its some random half done draft lol, edging, breeding kink, creampies, omg teacher student plot twist at the end surprised me???

oooo gojo loves edging himself in ur pussy.

beating that fat cock into ur contracting walls, smacking those heavy balls loudly against ur skin. building up his cum in them. pulling out and heaving rapidly when he feels near bursting point. his cock hates him. his balls feel so full. he just needs release more than anything. your pussy has been desperately milking him but he's so fucking disciplined it's frustrating.

"fuck baby ive got so much cum for you. working up even more. stay there. gonna fill you up with a good fat fucking load soon, dont worry. gonna dump it all in this cunt. this pussys getting pregnant tonight... oh fuck... yeah i'm... i can't hold back again, fucking take ittttt babyyyy~"

he slams inside and drains a fat load as promised. his cock pulses, tip twitches, balls tense up. you can feel all that and it makes you hiccough erotically. and you can feel how big and gooey his creampie is. that cock keeps you split open, pumping ribbons of potent seed into you. its pungent. the scent of his cum wafts up to you.

so much cum, all for you, cuz he loves his favorite student sooooooo muchh 🤭👀

[politemagic]

slasher iii & slasher iv

oh geez oh boy oh god here it is. i had to strangle this thing out of my brain and she came out kicking and screaming. unedited, just some fun slasher iii & slasher iv content on this saturday evening. this is... something

there's a good bit of triggers in here, please proceed with caution.

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The two of them are just hardcore horror fans, right? They've seen all the classics a million times but as they're getting older it's just not enough. III is the first one to suggest it as he turns off the television after watching the newest horror box office flop. At first, IV thought it was a joke. An outlandish suggestion to throw him off his game. That was the kind of jokester that III was. But there was no humor in his voice when he said in a sinisterly quiet voice.

"We could just do that shit ourselves."

The thought caused excitement to pulse through IV's veins as III laid out the details of his fantasy. It was almost too perfect, he thought. Their calculus professor was a piece of shit who was always too hard on the class, so he made an obvious target. He had no family, which further eased IV's conscience. They'd be doing the world a favor.

It was an experience unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, the thrill of watching the light wink out of his horrified eyes as he clawed at the masks covering their faces, watching the fight leave his body as he fell limp to the floor. He found he didn't quite mind the feeling of his blood soaked jeans clinging to his legs.

III had done most of the dirty work, but who was IV to deprive him of the joy he received from plunging the knife into his victim's stomach? They tidied. up after themselves enough to erase their presence, and waited for someone to find him.

The discovery of the beloved professor’s body the next day came as a shock to the whole community, leaving the town a worried mess. Things only got worse as III and IV selected their next target. She was a young woman, engaged to be married, known for babysitting just about every kid in town– the two of them included. IV’s stomach soured at the thought, but the grin on III’s face stirred his excitement enough to quell his conscience. 

“Don’t worry mate, she’ll be perfect.” He clapped his friend on the shoulder and pulled him into his pickup truck, the bed loaded with enough hunting knives to butcher a stampede.

And perfect she was. They managed to slip into the garage undetected, slinking through the darkened hallways towards the illumination and chatter of the television in the living room. She had nodded off on the couch, her head tilted back and nestled into the corner, surrounded by blankets and pillows. III gave him a silent nod and IV walked around behind her, wrapping an arm around her neck and clamping his hand over her mouth. Her eyes shot open in fear, panic overtaking her body as her eyes raked down every intimidating inch of III as he knelt in front of her, sliding a knife out of his boot. 

IV could feel her gnashing at the flesh of his palm, and simply pressed the crook of his elbow further into her jugular. He could feel her resolve dwindling as she thrashed against his hold, trying to shove III’s towering figure away from her. But III only laughed and swatted away her comparatively small hands as he began tracing the tip of his blade up her pajama clad leg, the twinkle in his eye indicated to IV that he was thoroughly enjoying the muffled whimpers coming from behind IV’s hand, relishing in the way that her body lurched away from him.

When IV felt his hand dampening from her tears, he audibly groaned, looking down to see her beautiful eyes squeezed shut, tears running down her cheeks. If his mask wasn’t covering his mouth he would have leaned down and licked those tears off of her perfect skin himself. But instead, he managed to catch III’s attention, nodding down to her streaming tears and III laughed evilly.

He leaned over her, wiping her tears away with his thumbs, gently caressing her cheeks as he did so, despite IV’s hands covering most of her face. 

“Hey, no use for that,” III cooed. “No point of doing that at all, love.”

Her eyes opened, a bone-chilling fear shooting through her body as she saw the murderous glint in III’s eyes. The tears flowed faster, and as she tried again to break free III restrained her arms with ease, resting his body weight on top of her as he brought his knife up to her line of sight again. 

“We’re going to have a lovely time, the three of us.”

She screamed from behind IV’s hand, making one last attempt to bite at him and managed to find purchase on the meat of his palm, causing him to yelp. She sank her teeth in until she could taste his blood on her tongue, but she found his grip only tightened. When she dared a glance above her, she could see his eyes shut, breathing labored, but when he looked down at her, she realized what a mistake she had made. 

A mixture of her tears and IV’s blood dripped from her chin, and the sight sent a shockwave of excitement through III’s body. He was ecstatic to have a partner in all this, to get to experience his wildest fantasies with his best friend. To share this new side of him with his best friend. 

“Now for the fun part.” He whispered, more to IV than to her, but the words caused her heart to sink, she felt the resolve fly from her body– there was no salvation for her. The coppery tang of his blood on her tongue that had once tasted like victory now tasted of defeat. Not only would she die at their hands, she would die with their repulsive presence invading her every sense.

III felt the familiar rush of euphoria as the blade pierced through her belly, her muffled scream like a favorite song heard on the radio. He didn’t miss the way IV’s hip pressed slightly into the couch, spreading a wide grin across his lips.

This would be the fun part, indeed.

Hours later, III laid down in his bed, resting an arm behind his head as he replayed the events of the day, that same grin still plastered on his face. He felt his eyes drifting closed, sleep ready to take his body when he heard the sound of his phone vibrating on his nightstand. His heart leaped at the sight of your name, and your sweet message.

i guess you turned in early tonight. sweet dreams, i love you <3

As he laid back down, his eyes falling shut one more time, his mind conjured up the most beautiful plan for you. 

A special surprise.

[artemis10724]

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[agbpaints]

I like a lot of battlemechs. Some of them look really cool, some of them play like absolute fiends, some of them are absolute piece of shit graft boxes. The Hammer isn't really ant of those, I like it because of its name.

Designed by Gibson Federated Battlemechs in Free Worlds League space and first rolling off production lines in 3053, the HMR-3M Hammer was intended to serve as a direct competitor to the Federated Commonwealth's popular Valkyrie battlemech in the light fire support role. It packs the same throw-weight in missiles, though it splits it into a pair of LRM-5s equipped with Artemis IV Fire Control and fed by a 2 ton ammo bin instead of a single LRM-10, drops the jump jets (though maintains a ground movement profile of 5/8), and carries slightly less armor than contemporary Valkyrie designs like the VLK-QD. It uses this saved weight for a fairly beefy set of sidearms- three medium lasers arranged in a vertical stack up the center torso and into the head. Interestingly, the arms of the design are free of any weapons, implying it has some want to be in melee which the missile racks really do not want it doing. As far as base models go, it's not super inspirint- as a Valkyrie competitor it lacks the mobility to quickly move to firing positions and as a fire support platform it basically serves as a budget Trebuchet, a mech that already sits firmly in Discount Dan's bin of mostly competent missile boats. It's biggest boon is likely its double ammo bins and low BV cost, which easily allows you to add weird LRM ammo like smoke and thunder rounds to a force without sacrificing an archer or something, and even then you waste the Artemis, tonnage which I think is kinda wasted on LRM-5s anyway.

Now, onto the thing that drew me to the Hammer, the variants. You see, each variant of the Hammer has a fun little nickname instead of just a variant code. That's character most mechs don't get outside customs and I think it's kinda cute. Anyway, the HMR-3S 'Slammer' is our first variant and by far the worst. This one pulls two of the medium lasers on favor of *another* 2 tons of LRM ammunition. This allows the Slammer to keep up its fearsome 10 damage barrage for 48 turns, long enough that someone else might have the sense to wander over and kill it dead.

Next, we've got probably the funniest variant, the HMR-3C Claw-Hammer. This is the compulsory 'oops all medium lasers' version of the design, pulling an LRM rack and its attendant ton of ammunition in favor of four more medium lasers. The heat sinks have been upgraded to double strength freezers to cope with the strain of being roughly 40% of a Nova, and to its credit it can more or less handle the heat of its guns.

Finally, we have the HMR-3P Pein-Hammer. Unlike the previous variants which had some long range firepower (even if it was only token like the Claw-Hammer), the Pein-Hammer is 100% a forward unit. It carries a pair each of ER medium lasers, small pulse lasers, and Streak SRM-4 launchers, along with a TAG laser designator for guided munitions and enough double heat sinks to more or less carry the load of its guns. This Hammer has a sort of annoying, weird anti-synergy with the rest of its ilk- despite being obviously a forward observing unit that LRM boats could benefit from, the TAG system it carries is wasted when combined with the Arty-IV every other model has. It does, however, pair fairly well with contemporary ANV-8M Anvil, spotting for the heavier mech's Arrow IV artillery piece.

I decided to get in on the action and make a pair of my own variants. The HMR-3ASC 'Sledge-Hammer' is an extremely low cost iteration on the 3M- rip off the expensive guidance systems of the LRM racks, along with a laser and a heat sink, and just add more missile tubes. 4 LRM-5s means that with Kerensky's blessing, you can deliver a knockdown at long range, while the lack of inbuilt guidance means special munitions are less feelbad.

The HMR-3AT Trench-Hammer is intended specifically for hunting battle armor. 4 jump jets keep it ahead of most of its prey. While the double SRM-6 rack can be loaded with Inferno munitions to make Toads die a firy death, or just regular missiles to soften them up before they get whacked by your force's bigger guns.

[aviel-the-trans-bucket]

So I’m listening through “Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge today for my walk down mcr memory lane, and these are my thoughts.

Ive listened to some songs on revenge unlike bullets in which I hadn’t listened to any of the songs previously, so most of these I’ve listened to repeatedly but some I haven’t listened to at all.

Helena: Absolute banger, absolute classic. A song I listen to frequently and it moves right through you. One of my personal favorites and for good reason. Not to mention it’s iconic music video. The chorus fucks hard just fucking great.

Give ‘Em Hell Kid: Ok this one is new to me. Funky guitar opening which I love from them. Oh fuck yea audio distortion tasty. This one absolutely fucks man. I love this vibe, It’s got a good pulse to it.

To The End: another one I hadn’t listened to yet. Oh this one is fun, vibes vibes huh 🏳️‍🌈. Marry me burry me huh, some 30 seconds shit lol. This one definitely feels like the music of the era, I like it. Not alot of thoughts, but I don’t have many in general.

You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison: another new listen for me. Oh I love this vibe. Love the beat. Oh I love this, like I love the way this sounds. Also 🏳️‍🌈. Guitar is going apeshit yea this might be a new favorite.

I’m Not Ok (I Promise): Gay highschool dweeb anthem. I’m gay highschool dweeb 😞 (now in my 20s). Another one I listen to regularly and also one of my all time favorites. *Vibes as hell (*=🏳️‍🌈). Iconic Iconic iconic music vid. One of the most iconic openings. Just in general one of my favorite songs in like general not just by mcr. Man I need to rewatch the music vid again.

The Ghost Of You: 🫡. I listen to this one when it comes on, but not all the time. Rip Mikey. Opening part is very wibbly good brain feel vibes. Nice texture. Shit moves through you, let it rock you like the ocean.

The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You: another I hadn’t heard yet. Ooo good rhythm and the organ. Oh this one fucks. I dig this. Chorus really slaps. I like this one, maybe not love yet but It might grow on me, I’m definitely listening again for the chorus.

Interlude: 58 second interlude, never heard this either. Oh I like this. This is very pretty. Gorgeous ok let’s get our shit rocked by venom.

Thank You For The Venom: a personal fav like in my top 20 mcr songs. Guitar goes particularly hard and it’s fucks so severely. Actively headbanging. Hallelujah, lock and load is such a fucking vibe. Christ I love this one so much, I should listen to this more.

Hang ‘Em High: another new listen. Oh hell yea yehaw vibes and heavy guitar. Oh yes this fucks, this fucks HARD. I love cowboy vibes, I was raised on country radio so it’s like permanently ingrained in my brain. This one might be another new fav damn,

It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Deathwish: I’ve listened it a few times but not much. Really tasty opening guitar. It slaps really hard. Doesn’t quite fuck but does slap. This song really does embody the word “Vengance” tho, a good vibe you can rock to.

Cemetery Drive: I love this song so fucking much. Definitely in my top 20 of all mcr song ranking. I love this one to death, it’s just one I love the sound of the most. Slaps like hell. Way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, waaaaaay doooown.

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living: last song I hadn’t heard on the album. Masters of good guitar openings. Oh yea this fucks also vibes 🏳️‍🌈. Maybe not in the lyrics but this song feels gay. Yea I like the pulse of this one and it does fuck. It’s got that energy. Oh we screaming now fuck yea. Oh fuck oh hello vocals 😳. His voice just did things to my brain.

(Bonus) Bury Me In Black: this was on the playlist but wasn’t on the song list I pulled from Wikipedia. Ok another new listen to close us out. Oh damn distortion nice. Hardcore, this one rocks. Slaps hard hard. Is pretty good but maybe not a favorite.

Absolutely regret not listening to the full album sooner, a great listen and a fun time going through some of my old favorites again. My top 5 of the album would have to be…

1: Helena

2: I’m Not Okay (I promise)

3: Cemetery Drive

4:Thank You For The Venom

5:The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You

6: (honorable mention) Hang ‘Em High (she fucks)

So I had a good time and can’t wait to get caught up on the rest of the music I missed. Next up will be the black parade which I’ve fully listened to already but feel free to send asks containing songs I might miss if they aren’t on the 4 main albums or conventional weapons. I might even do the solo stuff post breakup once I get through the albums

[whatever-lmaoo]

This got pretty lengthy so it’s goin under🥹

#“I’m sure.” Will be so for real😒

#“something in him burned and had made him turn quiet in the truck” probably the realization that he was so close to losing us and he started internally reprimanding himself for taking us for granted🤔

#“Bedroom. Now.” Yes sir🫡🥵

#“his eyes darkened and heavy with a level of desire that made your heart thunder in your chest and your cunt pulse with need.” Exccusseee meeee🎶

#“gripping your chin with enough force but still somehow gently” the way he can never be truly rough with us🥹

#“the sound making every part of him ignite with a need to claim you.” I’m ready to be claimed, arms and legs wide open😍 look I’ll tie myself to the damn bed if I have too😂

#“You looked at him calmly and full of trust, a tell in your gaze that he knew no one else would ever be lucky enough to receive and he would never take for granted.” And that ole hag said they don’t communicate😒 anyways I KNEW IT!!!🤩

#“knowing only he got to undress, reveal and expose every sacred part of you increasing his desire to love you even harder.” Let’s talk about it🥂: I like that you continuously refer back to him, not really being possessive but more so acknowledging how special we are and how lucky he is to be the one experiencing these intimate and mundane moments with us! Yes he knew we were one of a kind, but going through what they did and then their interaction with cam sort of just made things more clearer for him. Like getting a new pair of glasses, we think we can see everything until that slight change shows you the smaller details that you’ve been missing out on and it makes you take the time to appreciate them a lot more🥹💖 (it made sense in my head lmao😂)

#“Him and only him” again🤭

#“swelling with pride as you promptly abided, never hesitating to follow his instructions out of the pure love and trust you had in him.” Eeee I love their relationship so much🥹

#“singing it over and over as your mantra that gave him every bit of confidence that no one else would ever have the privilege to be loved by you.” Yall I’m too good bc what did I say!!!🙂‍↔️💅🏾 I will say that it is gradually feeling more possessive and I love it😍

#“His name and no one else’s.” I didn’t put them all here but every time you mentioned something that has to do with Will I imagined an emphasis being put on it (I apologize if that doesn’t make sense but my brain is pretty much dead rn😭)

#“…full of love and adoration and devotion, just as you were still full of him.”🥹🥵

#“He smiled against your lips, confident that no matter what, his was the name that would always tumble from your fucked-out lips, your body and heart his to possess.” HELLO?!?!? Haven’t been wrong yet😍(I say that yet I probably am wrong about everything Ive said so far😂) I love possessive Will, I need more honestly 😩

#“Man, you’ve really got it bad,” how could anyone not be down bad when they’ve got a man like Mr.Miller🥵

#“seeing five familiar men strut through, a pair of icy blue eyes locking with yours.” LMAOOO Our connection is so strong that we always end up finding each other🥹

#“more heat coursing through your body as Will matched your smile and winked at you” eee stop it🤭🌸

#“His blue eyes were fixed on Jess, grabbing his beer and sauntering over where he pulled out a chair and sat backwards on it next to her, introducing himself with as much confidence as ever despite the fresh bruises and cuts on his face.” YESSSS IM ROOTING FOR THEM!!!!! JENNY FOR THE WIN🤩✨💗

#“It was almost thrilling in a way, acting as if you weren’t head over heels in love with each other and were strangers instead, sharing loaded glances across the tables that separated you that gave a hint of the types of fantasies playing out in your minds that were in fact very real and recent memories, feeling like every song that played was about you.” I love when people feel so much for their person that they turn into lovesick teens🥹 the hopeless romantic in me is absolutely loving everything about their relationship 🤧

#“your draw to him its own beast.”🫢

#“his gaze loaded and full of a knowledge of exactly what was happening with your body each time he did,” I want someone to know and understand me as much as Will understands the reader🥹😭

#“You were already singing the lyrics, watching as Will’s grin stretched wider and his chest moved with a chuckle, a look that was full of endearment directed at you as you stood beside him and sang to him.” I NEED THIS RIGHT NOW

#“Before you could get another line out his mouth was covering yours, bending you back to dip you as he supported you with his arm on your lower back, your friends all cheering around you.” OMG OMG OMG LAURIE I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHH LIKE I AHHHHH I NEED IT RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

#“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he purred, his lust-filled eyes flickering over your features. “ THE SWEETHEART I CANT JDBDBBDKKDNNC YOU E OFFICIALLY BROKEN ME😲😲😲 GONNA BE DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOREVER 🙉 (I’m a country bumpkin myself so I heard a southern drawl in that and I just ksjdhdbdujdb I’m livin my best life right now🙉🥰😍🌸💖)

#“I can’t believe Benny and Jess,” JENNY SUPREMACY 🙌🏾

#“Raindrops sprinkled on your head when you stepped outside, the night air dewy and warm, breathing in the smell of rain instead of stale smoke and spilled beer.” So far you’ve brought all of my favorite fantasies to life so if we have a passionate kiss while being drenched in cool rain I’ll literally love you forever 🥹🤩

#“You let out a squeal that was swallowed by him, the rain falling faster and harder and soaking through your clothes within seconds, the sound of each drop hitting the hood of his truck echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet parking lot.” EXCUSE MEEEEEE 🙊🤩😍😲☺️ ITS OFFICIAL I LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!!!!! I HAVENT BEEN THIS HAPPY IN SO LONGGGG

#“Ben!” he yelled again, hitting the wall three more times. “Turn it down, man! Fuck!” LMAOO I remember having to go through that with my sister because she would be up playing video games or watching movies at 3 in the morning 😭

#“Move in with me.” AHHHH OT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER

#“I've spent so long never having a home, bouncing from place to place between deployments, and when I did have my own,” he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “the other person didn’t want me to be a part of it.” That made me really sad but it’s okay because I needed something to bring me down from this high😭🌸 this is gonna sound selfish but if he didn’t go through that we wouldn’t have gotten a chance to starts life together 🥹🤧

#“feeling his breath gasp out onto your lips when he exhaled a relieved cry. “ it’s almost 3 in the morning don’t make me cry🥺☹️

#“Let’s go home, Miller,” eeeeee the things i would give to be able to say that in real life😩

#“Then I’m going to need to fuck you on every, single, surface…” I hope the back yard is getting added cuz imagine his sweaty skin shimmering under the stars and the moonlight showing off his defined muscles 🤭

#“Starting now.” A wicked smile that made you melt dressed his gorgeous lips,” 😳🫠

#“Are you wet for me, baby?” The real question is when are we not wet for you😂

#“Fuck, sweetheart, let me in that pussy,” you’re the one taking forever Mr.Miller😒🤭

#“Look at you taking my cock so well,” 🥵🥵🥵🥵

#“You squealed when he pinched your ass, pulling you tighter to his body where his laugh rumbled through him and onto you,” the playful side of Will will always be one of my favorites 🥹🌸✨

“You better wait to see what else we end up breaking.” knowing him he’s about to spend a fortune and the cashiers are gonna think we’re moving into a new place😂

“thinking how lucky he was to be loved by you.” Stop ittt🥹🥺😩 this was so amazing!!! I loved everything about this, from the “sex scenes” to the romantic gestures all throughout, to his possessiveness towards the beginning and him realizing that we aren’t to be taken for granted!!! I’m sure there’s so much more I haven’t mentioned but the bar scene and him dipping us is running through my mind right now😂 literally about to listen to that song on repeat so I can imagine Will doing that to me😍 This series is my favorite and I’m so proud of what you’ve accomplished and I hope that you are too!!🥹💖✨

Breathe

Part 9

Pairing: Will Miller x female reader

Words: 5.8k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse. Alcohol consumption. Swearing.

Summary: Will's feelings come to light in the aftermath of your run-in with Cam, and after more rifts between the two Miller brothers, your relationship progresses to the next step.

A/N: I'm not sure how many chapters will be left as this series starts to come to a close, but I hope you enjoy this next one and continue to be patient with me while updates take longer. Below is the link to the song featured in this chapter ⬇️

Series Masterlist

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“Are you sure you’re not upset?”

“I’m sure.”

Will heard you sigh, and stood from where he knelt in front of the open fridge, meeting eyes with you as you held the door for him and passed him groceries to put away.

Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth, the same worried expression you’d had on your face the whole way back to his place still dressing your features.

He wouldn’t deny he felt something.

Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Not jealousy or even that he felt threatened by Cam, but something in him burned and had made him turn quiet in the truck, his thoughts taking him away which in turn made you anxious.

Each time he looked at you those undetermined feelings grew, brewing inside him with a demand to be acted on, making Will feel on-edge and short, his mind constantly mulling over the interaction and imagining the one that had happened at the bar that he didn’t witness, and the more he thought, the less he said.

You had turned away after handing him the last of the food needing to go in the fridge, working on unpacking a bag into the cupboards, and without thinking, Will walked over to you and grabbed the box of cereal out of your hand and placed it on the counter.

His look was stern while yours was confused, neither of you speaking as you shared a loaded glance that might have finally revealed everything he was feeling, his hand grabbing the hair at the back of your neck and tugging, angling your head to tilt back before he crashed his lips against your open mouth, kissing you hard.

Your hands tore at his shirt, untucking it from the waist of his jeans and then moving to the buckle on his belt, your kisses desperate and wanting.

Before you had a chance to get any further, Will roughly turned you around, his large form hovering over you from behind, his breath hot on your ear.

His hand slid between your legs, stroking you through your jeans from the back, the pressure he was applying making the material rub on your aching cunt in a wonderfully cruel way.

“Bedroom. Now.”

The way he growled those two words made you moan with need, your entire body alight and tingling with arousal, feeling his large hand splay out on the small of your back just as it had earlier when you had run into Cam.

You did as you were told, marching to his room despite your legs feeling numb from the nervous excitement pulsing through you, knowing if you stopped or hesitated, Will would simply pick you up and get you there himself.

You stepped inside and spun around, holding your breath as you watched him slam the door behind him, his eyes darkened and heavy with a level of desire that made your heart thunder in your chest and your cunt pulse with need.

He ripped his shirt over his head and then stepped toward you, gripping your chin with enough force but still somehow gently, your eyes fluttering closed as a heaviness that you knew was from lust overtook them.

You moaned softly when you felt his thumb graze over your bottom lip, waiting, hoping, wanting him to unleash whatever it was he was experiencing on you.

“Will…”

His name came off your lips so sweetly, so softly, followed by a small sigh that was mixed with a whimper, the sound making every part of him ignite with a need to claim you.

Still holding your chin between his finger and thumb, he crashed against your mouth, his tongue diving in deeply to taste you, swallowing each breathy cry that passed through your lips.

After a moment he let his hand fall to your neck, gently cradling your vulnerable column in his grasp, the thrum of your heartbeat vibrating against his palm as he reluctantly broke away from your kiss, his hands moving to grip the hem of your shirt and lift it off of you.

You looked at him calmly and full of trust, a tell in your gaze that he knew no one else would ever be lucky enough to receive and he would never take for granted.

You hummed and closed your eyes when his fingers slowly unfastened the button on your jeans, your body completely still other than your chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he slid the zipper down and pulled the denim to the floor.

Will pressed a kiss on your bare thigh while he helped you step out of each leg, moving up to pepper across your hips, and you squirmed slightly at the sensation as his hands splayed out on your waist, his nose running up from your navel to your chest and further still to your neck as he stood tall again.

He spun you around, his mouth landing on your neck as he peeled the straps of your bra down each arm, moving to kiss each shoulder in turn once they were bare, one of his hands unclasping the hook at your back.

His lips returned to your neck, sucking and licking at your tender skin, his fingers reaching around to pluck at your nipples that hardened from being uncovered and from his touch, your bum pressing into his cock that strained in his jeans when you arched into him.

He sighed against your skin, relishing in this moment, knowing only he got to undress, reveal and expose every sacred part of you increasing his desire to love you even harder.

Keeping one hand on your body, squeezing and caressing your flesh, he used his other to unfasten his jeans, ridding them as quickly as he could, his cock springing out to hit your cheeks when he pulled his boxers down his legs. Done with undressing himself, he slid his hand in the waist of your panties, rubbing your clit and smearing your slick up until you were whining and your breathing was growing ragged, your body simultaneously moving into and away from his touch.

“On the bed,” he ordered, his voice gruff.

You took a step forward, crawling on your hands and knees onto the mattress, the view making his cock twitch. He eagerly followed, his fingers catching in the waist of your panties to pull them over your ass as you moved forward, showing him your wet cunt that was more than ready for him.

Him and only him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, swiping two fingers through your folds, his eyes locked on your core like he was in a trance.

“Will, please,” you begged, your plea his to fulfill.

His.

He leaned over you, his hand smoothing over one of your cheeks to spread it apart, his thumb brushing your puckered hole as he did, his other bracing on the bed beside yours where he covered it and locked his fingers between yours.

Edging closer to you, he rubbed his groin against your lifted ass, his dick knocking against you as he settled behind you and between your legs.

Will moved his hips back and forth, dragging his cock along your folds, your hips lifting to try to land him inside your waiting pussy, and finally he did, a low groan coming from him as you cried and gripped the sheets with your free hand.

“Will!” you wailed, needily and submissively.

He pulled out slowly and drove back in again, filling you with himself, watching you melt to his movements.

It was his cock you were taking, your pleasure brought on by him, the reminder making him almost feel dizzy.

He moved the hand that was groping the flesh on your hips down to your stomach, securing it on you as he shifted forward to move you both further onto the bed, keeping himself buried in you as he adjusted.

“Lay down, sweetheart,” he urged, swelling with pride as you promptly abided, never hesitating to follow his instructions out of the pure love and trust you had in him.

Covering your body with his, he laid on top of you, rutting deeply into you with powerful strokes, the fat head of his cock hitting your g-spot each time.

He kissed your upper back, shoulders and neck, feeling you move under his weight as much as you could, your sweet moans filling the air and filling him with a satisfaction like no other.

He swore each time he pressed his lips against your neck you would declare your love for him, singing it over and over as your mantra that gave him every bit of confidence that no one else would ever have the privilege to be loved by you.

“Fuck – I love you, Will!”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he would insist in return every time, never missing an opportunity to tell you and never wanting your love for him to feel unreciprocated.

“God, Will…” you continuously moaned, his name never sounding sweeter than off your lips.

He thrusted in you deeper, slower, giving you everything he had, your body responding to his generous pleasure in fits of cries and the roll of your hips.

He growled against your neck.

It was him who was making you moan and writhe with pleasure.

His cock filling you up.

His mouth tasting your sweat and feeling the softness of your skin.

You squeezed his hand, a signal of nearing your peak, encouraging him to fuck you harder and more thoroughly than ever, a sense of avariciousness blanketing him and turning him feral.

“I want to hear you scream my name,” he barked, his teeth grazing the skin on your nape where you shuddered and took in a sharp breath.

You reacted almost immediately to his ministrations, your form tensing below him, your muscles spasming and tightening, choking him as you came hard and soaked his cock that he pumped in and out of you furiously, his hand that wasn’t still holding yours sliding under your body to massage your clit.

His name cut through the air sharply.

Loud and unrestrained.

His name and no one else’s.

He bucked into you wildly, his open mouth smearing spit across your shoulder, continuing to rub your swollen bud roughly until he felt you explode around him again, all of it leading to his own end.

Your tight walls coaxed every drop of cum out of him, pulsing and drawing every ounce of his hot load, filling you to the brim as you squirmed underneath him, his eyes finally able to focus again where he saw your own saliva staining the sheets beside your face, your cheeks wet with tears and sweat, and you’d never looked so beautiful.

Will quickly pulled out of you and flipped you over so you were on your back, pushing back into your messy cunt while he grabbed your hand and locked your fingers together, bringing them up beside your head as he kissed you fiercely, still doing everything in his power to show you that only he could love you this much.

“Will…” you breathed when given a moment to, angling your hips to put him deeper inside you, the way you called his name different than just moments ago; full of love and adoration and devotion, just as you were still full of him.

He smiled against your lips, confident that no matter what, his was the name that would always tumble from your fucked-out lips, your body and heart his to possess.

You were sure it was just the drinks and the music and being with your friends that had you smiling the way you were, but as you sat at the well-used table at the country bar downtown and your mind began to drift to thoughts of Will, you knew the grin on your lips was all down to him.

“Man, you’ve really got it bad,” Grace laughed, like she knew exactly what you were thinking.

You simply nodded and shrugged, knowing there was no point in denying it or trying to pretend otherwise.

“And you said he has a brother, right?” your other friend Jess asked, having joined the three of you tonight.

Nicole nodded enthusiastically, “He’s just your type, too.”

“You don’t say! Well if he’s even half as good looking and satisfying as Will apparently is, I’ll have won the lottery!”

“I can introduce you,” you chimed, taking a sip of your drink.

“Yeah, I won’t hold my breath! It took us enough to just get you out of Will’s bed to come out with us tonight.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, and you looked down at the table, your finger tracing in the wet ring of condensation from your glass, thinking back to that last few days and how simply perfect everything was.

Despite having spent every moment possible together, you felt like a part of you was missing, having agreed to peel away from each other so you could see your girlfriends and Will could go out with the guys after Benny’s fight, no amount of time together feeling like it was ever enough.

As if you sensed it, you looked up and through the crowd dancing between the bar and the front door, seeing five familiar men strut through, a pair of icy blue eyes locking with yours.

You laughed and bit your lip, more heat coursing through your body as Will matched your smile and winked at you, and you gave a wave to Frankie, Benny, Santiago and Tom who all made their way to the bar to get drinks.

“Out of all the bars…” Tom said with a chuckle, and you heard him ask the bartender to send another round of the same drinks to your table.

“We won’t bother you ladies!” Santiago called, earning some comebacks from the girls, but all you and Will could do was share a look that made your heart beat faster in your chest and butterflies swarm in your stomach.

Benny scoffed at Santiago’s remark. “Well now, I didn’t agree to that…” he drawled.

His blue eyes were fixed on Jess, grabbing his beer and sauntering over where he pulled out a chair and sat backwards on it next to her, introducing himself with as much confidence as ever despite the fresh bruises and cuts on his face.

The rest of the guys went and found their own table not too far off, forcing you to try to pretend like it wasn’t killing you to be so close yet so far away from Will, having a perfect view of him laughing and talking with his buddies and brothers-in-arms, vowing to focus on your own friends who you loved more than anything and deserved your attention.

It was almost thrilling in a way, acting as if you weren’t head over heels in love with each other and were strangers instead, sharing loaded glances across the tables that separated you that gave a hint of the types of fantasies playing out in your minds that were in fact very real and recent memories, feeling like every song that played was about you.

Jess and Benny were hitting it off, tucked together closely in their own little world while you, Nicole and Grace continued on with your night, laughing and singing and dancing, and whenever you checked over at the other table, Will and the other guys were relaxed and enjoying themselves.

Another hour or so had passed, a decent, warm buzz flowing through your veins as you watched Will lean against the bar nursing his beer while chatting with Frankie.

You continued to refrain from going over to him, choosing to admire him from afar and wait until you got back home to get your hands on him, but every time you saw the muscles in his back flex whenever he moved it became increasingly difficult, your draw to him its own beast.

The way he would look over his shoulder at you didn’t help your cause either, his gaze loaded and full of a knowledge of exactly what was happening with your body each time he did, completely honed in on the way you would shift in your seat like he was perfectly aware of how wet your panties were or how it felt whenever your shirt grazed over your peaked nipples.

You had just given yourself another reminder to be patient and wait until you were home to talk to him, knowing if you went within a foot of him your hands wouldn’t be able to stop touching his thick, warm body and you would be inclined to press your lips on every part of him you could while trying to remain respectable in a public setting, but then your favourite song came on and any restraint you scarcely had went right out the window.

‘You Look Like You Love Me’ by Ella Langley and Riley Green came over the speakers, pulling an even broader smile out on your cheeks until they hurt, and without hesitation, you were on your feet and essentially floating over to Will.

You were already singing the lyrics, watching as Will’s grin stretched wider and his chest moved with a chuckle, a look that was full of endearment directed at you as you stood beside him and sang to him.

“Excuse me, you look like you love me,” you sang, your hand trailing up his arm and across his back, your touch making him melt as he continued to smile and nod in agreement to the words of the song.

He pivoted to face you, his large hands landing on your hips that swayed to the tempo, a familiar hunger mixing with the adoration on his features.

“You look like you want me to want you to come on home…”

He nodded again, a quiet ‘Yeah’ sounding off his breath.

Before you could get another line out his mouth was covering yours, bending you back to dip you as he supported you with his arm on your lower back, your friends all cheering around you.

You gasped for air when he pulled you up again and broke your kiss, seeing him lick his lips that were still stretched in the most gorgeous, crooked smirk, and you knew you couldn't be expected to wait any longer to have him.

“Take me home, Will,” you whispered, a seriousness falling over your words despite the cheery tone of the song still playing around you.

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he purred, his lust-filled eyes flickering over your features.

Will made sure rides were arranged before you left, confirming with Frankie that he would help get the rest of the group home in his truck and that the other girls would get a cab as was previously planned.

“I can’t believe Benny and Jess,” he commented, smiling as he looked back over his shoulder at them while he held the door open for you.

“They suit each other,” you said warmly, a sense of contentment and joy filling you and feeling like everything was finally turning out right.

Raindrops sprinkled on your head when you stepped outside, the night air dewy and warm, breathing in the smell of rain instead of stale smoke and spilled beer.

The lights on Will’s truck flashed twice as he hit the button on his keys to unlock it, illuminating the steady streams of rain that seemed to be falling more with each second.

You went to step around to the passenger side, but stopped when Will called to you.

“Hey, get back here.”

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and a playful grin tugged up one side of his mouth, his hands held out with his palms facing upward for you to take which you happily did.

He closed his hands around yours and pulled you into him, kissing you hard, a low chuckle rumbling through you as he wrapped his arms around your back and held you closer to him.

You let out a squeal that was swallowed by him, the rain falling faster and harder and soaking through your clothes within seconds, the sound of each drop hitting the hood of his truck echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet parking lot.

You threw your arms up around the back of his neck, arching your body into his, his hands roaming your back and lower to your bum, squeezing and groping you without shame.

“Mmm,” he growled against your lips, slowing your kiss as he brought his hands up to hold either side of your face.

The smile on your lips was lazy and swollen and they glistened with moisture from both the rain and his mouth, the orange glow from the light pole in the corner of the parking lot illuminating them and making him even hungrier to get you home.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he declared, kissing you again as the rain continued to fall down on you, feeling rushed and unhurried all at once.

Will sighed for the third time, adjusting his pillow on the bed and turning over frustratedly.

You didn't say anything, waiting to see if he would calm down or if the situation was about to escalate.

Benny’s t.v. was so loud in his room it was as if it was on the nightstand beside Will’s bed, and his loud laughter that followed the noise of the show was just as extreme.

“Ben!” Will shouted, propping himself up and hitting the wall behind him with his hand.

He waited a few seconds but nothing changed, the volume remaining the same as he clearly went unheard.

“Ben!” he yelled again, hitting the wall three more times. “Turn it down, man! Fuck!”

He fell back against his pillow hard, breathing out heavily as he ran his hand over his face.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Do you want to go to my house instead?” you offered, knowing this likely wasn't going to end well, the tension between the two brother’s having increased over the past week.

They were all little grievances that seemed to be adding up; getting in each other’s way or eating the last of whatever food, a mess left in the kitchen or one of them doing a load of laundry while the other was in the shower, the small spats evolving into something you knew would come to a head.

Benny laughed even harder and Will shook his head in agreement. “Yeah. Before one of us punches the other.”

“You mean you punching him?” you giggled, climbing out of bed to get dressed.

“Exactly,” Will said, his eyebrows high on his forehead as he stood and grabbed his boxers from the floor and then a t-shirt. “I love the kid and I appreciate him taking me in, but man does he ever get on my nerves sometimes.”

You stopped where you were on the opposite side of the bed, frozen and without thinking as you blurted out something you had been considering for weeks now.

“Move in with me.”

Will stopped too, his hands landing on his hips after having pulled on his track pants. staring at you across the queen sized mattress.

“What?”

“Move in with me,” you repeated, smiling as you shrugged, your heart pounding in your chest as you saw the grin on his face grow.

“Really?” he asked, his tone and expression completely surprised.

“Yeah, really.”

You stood there nodding, watching his features change from shocked to elated, an emotion turning his blue eyes as wet as the waters they resembled as he walked over to you and grabbed hold of your face, leaning down to kiss you.

It had felt a bit silly to keep going back and forth between houses, one of you usually forgetting something you needed or having double of everything so you didn’t have to drag everything to and from, and since you got back together there wasn’t a night you could go without sleeping beside each other.

You were so nervous to ask, but this seemed to be the best way to go about it, your instincts taking over and giving you the confidence needed to get out of your own head and dive in, knowing from his reaction that he wouldn't be anything other than happy and excited.

He pulled away from you and looked at you with so much love and appreciation in his eyes, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks as he worked to get his words out.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he began, glancing down briefly between your bodies to try to control his emotions. “I've spent so long never having a home, bouncing from place to place between deployments, and when I did have my own,” he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “the other person didn’t want me to be a part of it.”

It always broke your heart to hear of the hell his ex put him through, unable to believe someone could treat him so poorly when all he ever was was loving and honourable, and it made your decision in asking him to live with you even more right.

“I want you, Will. I want all of you, always,” you whispered, nudging his cheek with your nose, feeling his breath gasp out onto your lips when he exhaled a relieved cry.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him tight until he was ready to pull away from you.

“Let’s go home, Miller,” you smiled, holding his hands where he squeezed yours three times.

He pulled in your driveway and parked his truck just as he had all the other times before, only this time it felt different.

Your house had always felt like home to him, but now it actually was, and the feeling he had in his chest was overwhelming.

“You can start moving your stuff over tomorrow,” you said, making him look over at you with a soft smile. “I’ll be at work but you might as well get a start.”

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded, smiling bigger.

You both got out of the truck and started walking toward the door, you filing through the keys on your keychain for the one for the front door.

“I’ll get you one made tomorrow,” you said, putting it in the lock.

“Are you sure you want this?” Will asked, making you stop what you were doing and turn to face him.

A solemn look was on his face, his apprehension and insecurity clear on his features even in the dark.

“Will…” you urged, stepping toward him. “I’ve never been more sure. I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”

He smirked and looked down at the porch, sighing as he seemed to realize that his anxiety was getting the better of him.

“I was thinking about asking you for a while now, I was just nervous and thought it was too soon or you wouldn’t want to–”

He cut you off when he crashed his mouth against yours, pulling you into him at the same time he turned the doorknob to open the door, walking inside while still attached to your lips.

You broke apart after a minute, and you stood breathless as you watched Will gently close the door, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

The smile he gave you and the look in his eyes lit your skin on fire, and you held your breath without thinking, watching as he walked toward you slowly.

“If this is going to be our house,” he spoke carefully, “Then I’m going to need to fuck you on every, single, surface…”

He closed the space between you, forcing you to lean back against the small hall table that sat on the wall, the clink of his keys in the dish where you kept yours making you jump.

“Starting now.”

A wicked smile that made you melt dressed his gorgeous lips, his face hovering beside yours but not touching you, teasing and testing your patience.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he cooed, and as you did, your track pants were already being tugged down your hips, your panties along with them, and you braced your hands on the wall knowing that the table wouldn’t support the force he was about to unleash on you.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked, driving his hand between your legs where he stroked through your folds to check.

You gasped at the sensation and pressed your hips down to increase the contact, needing to feel as much of him as you could even if you weren’t ready to take him yet.

It didn’t take long though, feeling your slick accumulate and spread on his fingers the moment he planted his lips on your neck and started kissing you, your moans sounding out to mix with his heavy breathing as he got more worked up with each second that ticked by.

You reached behind you and grabbed his hard cock through his pants, running your palm up and down his length that strained through the soft material, his teeth nipping at the skin on your neck in response.

“Fuck, sweetheart, let me in that pussy,” he growled, pulling his pants down where his cock sprung free and you were able to massage the silky, bare skin before he shoved it between your cheeks and dragged it in and out to prep it with your arousal.

Just to be sure you were lubricated enough, Will spit in his hand and covered his shaft, his teeth clenching together tight as he did, watching you arch your back to shift your ass closer to him, your legs spread to display your waiting cunt for him.

He drove in hard between your folds, filling you in one swift movement, his thrust slamming you forward with such force it jolted the table against the wall, your hands flying up to stop yourself from falling into it too.

Will didn’t seem to care about marking up the paint or how unsteady you were on your feet, hammering into you with a ferocity that made your head spin and your body respond by succumbing to his movements, feeling your climax already building quickly, a shiver running up your spine.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his pace increasing despite you finding it unbelievable that it could, and he wrapped one hand around to your front that wasn’t holding your hips to keep you on his cock, grabbing at your tits that shook under your thin t-shirt.

You did everything you could to find something to hold onto, the wall no use with your hands slipping down it, the table shaking violently in front of you, but it was all you had, and as you landed your palms on it you saw the dish holding both your sets of keys in it wobble to the edge and fall, the glass smashing on the floor.

A laugh escaped you, quickly turning into a cry as Will continued to destroy you, his name coming off your lips in a mix of a plea and a praise.

“God, Will!”

The tip of his cock hit your g-spot with each blow, making you ache and melt with each second that passed, your mouth hanging slack while uncontrollable moans came out of it, your resolve reduced to nothing.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” he praised, a bit of amusement heard in his voice, giving your nipple a twist before lowering his hand to your clit where he rubbed it quickly and aggressively as he kept his brutal tempo.

“Fuck!” you wailed, your eyes squeezing shut as your body jolted from his advances, slipping between falling apart and holding off your imminent orgasm, wanting it to happen just as badly as you wanted this to never end.

“God damn,” he muttered, stealing a glance down at his cock disappearing in and out of your cunt that leaked and coated him with your cream.

That addictive, blinding euphoria ripped through you, making you buckle and collapse in a spasm but Will was there to catch you, supporting you with his arms wrapping around your torso while he rammed into you and prolonged your high, letting up something he could never consider.

Broken wails of his name decorated with curses spilled from your mouth, feeling your body start to come back to functioning right when he was losing his control, his grunts bellowing out loud and clear behind you as he used you to fuck to his end.

He held you close to him, gripping your flesh tight as he bucked furiously into you and filled you with his cum, and you purposefully squeezed your walls around his pulsing cock to draw every last drop out of him.

The scruffiness of his beard scratched your neck, adding to the overwhelming sensations already bombarding you, feeling goosebumps erupt on your skin as you shivered and his breath blew out on the wet spots left behind on your neck from his mouth.

He stuttered his hips against your ass one last time, a quiet curse coming off his lips as he started to settle from his high.

Will pulled out of you and assessed the area around you, seeing the shattered glass to the left of where you both stood, and carefully kneeled on the rug, his hands smoothing down your waist, his lips meeting the soft skin on your hips and bum.

He heard your smile, a sated noise passing off your lips, making him ache to have you close to him again and not wanting to move on from this moment quite yet.

Grabbing your hand, he tugged on it for you to follow him.

“Come here a sec,” he requested quietly, looking up at you as you turned around and complied, meeting him on the floor where he pulled you to lay with him.

Will sighed and let his head thud against the hardwood floor, staring up at the ceiling as he relished in the movement of your fingers gently sweeping up and down his stomach after having lifted his shirt up, your head nestled on his chest.

“So, every room in the house?” you asked, a playfulness clear in your voice.

“Not just every room,” he corrected. “Every surface.”

You squealed when he pinched your ass, pulling you tighter to his body where his laugh rumbled through him and onto you, your hand dancing up the trail of blond hairs that connected his navel to his groin.

You shifted your feet and kicked one of your sets of keys that had fallen, the jingle of them making you giggle and readjust your head on his chest after glancing to see you hadn’t hit any of the broken glass.

Will grabbed a chunk of it and held it up. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“You better wait to see what else we end up breaking.”

He laughed and let the piece fall back onto the floor beside him, turning his head to press a kiss on the top of yours, and inhaled another deep, satisfied breath as he closed his eyes, thinking how lucky he was to be loved by you.

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[vocalchvrds]

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜ (from keigo)

Hitoshi feels like he’s been beaten within an inch of his life. 

His spine aches, certainly bruised and he can bet his next paycheck that there’s a pretty scale of purple and black spots that resemble each one of his vertebrae against the canvas of pale flesh back there. His knees ache, pulsing with his heartbeat as the joints are inflamed beyond belief and he doesn’t think an ice bath would help. A soft groan leaves his lips, cotton-mouthed tongue leaving to wet his lower lip before his mind slowly starts to come back to the present. He moves his head, neck aching against the movement and he feels the annoying plastic tubing of the oxygen apparatus against his cheeks. Bruised lids flutter, thick lashes weighing down his eyes before he finally manages to open them up and drunkenly look around the room; yeah– he knows this room. This was a standard medical bay. He knows this one is his room too because of the ugly yellow curtain that hangs above the window. 

“ H-Hawks?” 

His voice is a broken croak, confusion heavy in his tone before blinking rapidly to clear the fog of the drugs. He wiggles his fingers above the blanket and the little twinge of pain in the top of his hand tells him that they loaded him up with pain medicine and fluids via the iv. That adhesive from the tape is going to be a pain in the ass to scrub from his skin. He shifts, legs heavy and full of concrete before Hitoshi just gives up and sinks back into the mattress. Eyebrows pull together before he gives a grunt, feeling the tightness right above his left eye and he doesn’t even need to reach up to know; there are about four stitches across his brow and it's pulled the skin taut. 

“M’alive.” 

He grins, instantly regretting the way his face aches. He’s sure he’s a sight for sore eyes. He feels insure, in front of the number two hero. It always amazed Hitoshi, that no matter how awful or gruelling the battle was, Hawks always looked camera ready. Building falling into rubble and debris all around him? Get that perfect shot. Mangled and has his suit torn? Money shot. Meanwhile, Shinsou was pretty sure he looked like a feral racoon someone pulled from a sewer and just hand-fed him nothing but cigarettes and caffeine. He runs a hand through his hair, blunt nails scratching at his tender scalp before letting his arm flop back into the scratchy blanket. 

“Fit as a fiddle the minute I get the hell out of here.” 

[xamaxenta]

:3 its my fave, at first Marco is hit with the chorus of absolutely nots

But another pilot, Eustass Kid speaks up like okay but why the fuck not huh? Firefist clings to this fucker like a barnacle when hes not on call, dont make this about money or whatever i know youre loaded you got the tech, hook Portgas up with his doctor friend

Ace who has been silent the whole time has a peculiar expression, it almost like gratitude, Eustass nods in his direction briefly, he gets it. His hangar tech “Killer” is sort of the same thing to him

Marco pitches a prototype, and Ace doesnt like it

Confronting him is hard because Ace keeps deflecting “i dont like it. I dont want you getting hurt.”

Its annoying frustrating and a little insulting that Ace isn’t willing to listen, pulls the age card on him like kid. Ive lived twice as long, dont you think you should listen to what your elders have to say once in a while

Eventually Ace admits it’s because hes scared, what if it works, and what if it doesnt in the end.

Marco reassures him this is his own choice, hes an adult he’s consenting to test this at their own risk, if it doesnt work then Ace can go back to piloting solo without his voice inside his brain

So they try, and the first link is disastrous, All Marco can feel is the animal terror pulsing through their link, sick to his stomach Marco realises this is what Ace feels before each deployment, the fluctuations of this hyperstressed state and the adrenaline will kill each and every pilot before they can hit their thirties

Marco insists they try again and with a glazed kind of expression, Ace does because he wants it to work, Marco doesnt interfere like last time, instead he exists, in their shared cerebral space a grounding line for Ace to snag onto and remember hes not alone something about the metaphysical existence and human determination etc

Anyway its really eye opening and intimate 👍🏽

Marco falls in love with the feral mecha pilot bc he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time

Ace had to let him into the pilot chamber bc it was the only way to save him

Cue small space cue bodily pressed up against a hot guy in a skin tight suit

[userpoe]

i just spent 5 minute staring at those prompts trying to decide *which one* i wanted for Poe and then got so overwhelmed with soft feelings that i closed out of the page BUT I'M BACK. uh. 2 or 48?

2. Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

(1.3k words....”drabbles” I said. warnings: none, just fluff I think)

Try as you might, you couldn’t sleep. You tried not to toss and turn very much, worried you’d wake the man beside you if you did, but you did shift so that you were lying flat on your back so you could stare up at the ceiling. The base was quiet, almost eerily so, and the most you could hear was the soft whirs of BB-8 on his charging port, and the soft snores from Poe next to you.

You’d napped in his room plenty of times before, but it was the first time you’d slept overnight at his quarters. The heating was out in your quarters, and the tech team wouldn’t be able to send someone over until morning, so Poe had humbly offered you stay with him.

“You could always just sleep with me,” he’d said earlier that evening, leaned up against the door jamb. He wouldn’t dare take more than a few steps into your room, frigid as it was inside. He was from Yavin IV, the cold wasn’t exactly his favorite kind of weather. 

You’d been standing in your room, an armful of sweaters bunched up into your arms - your irrational plan of being able to still sleep in your quarters had been to just to throw literally every piece of clothing you had on your cot with you for extra warmth as if the D’Qar winter air didn’t already have your teeth clattering - when he spoke, and you’d nearly dropped the whole load, fixing him with a skeptical glare, “Excuse me?”

“Not like that, get your mind outta the cockpit.” Poe rolled his eyes and you had temporarily considered throwing a sweater at his head for the hell of it. He held his hands up in supplication as if he knew what you were thinking (which he probably did), “I just meant so you had somewhere warm to stay tonight.” 

Your grip went slack on your pitiful pile of clothes as you began to consider his offer. You really didn’t want to spend the night freezing, especially since you had so much to do tomorrow: you had been assigned the glorious duty of cataloging all the droids on base to make sure they were all up in tip-top shape.

Then, of course, Poe couldn’t just keep his mouth shut, and he continued innocently, “But I mean if you had other ideas on keeping warm, then I’m all -” the rest of his sentence never made it past his lips, because you’d promptly thrown a sweater at his head. He caught it just before it struck home, eyes crinkled at the corners as he spotted the tiny smile on your face. 

“If I do,” you’d told him, dropping the rest of the sweaters at the foot of your bed, “you’ll be the first to know. But are you serious about the place to stay?”

He’d been serious about the place to stay. Poe even offered to sleep on the floor when you arrived at his quarters, all bashful and endearingly boyish when you stepped into his room. It was surprisingly minimalistic, with only a handful of holos (his parents, some from the Colossus and then the Flight Academy, and some more recent ones from the Resistance, including a candid one of you and him that Snap had taken a few months ago), some holopads, a caf machine, and a couple leather jackets - the one he most frequently wore, the flight jacket, was hung up carefully on the back of his desk chair. 

You hadn’t taken him up on his offer of him sleeping on the floor, because he needed his sleep too, and you didn’t mind sharing a mattress with him. Really, he was a comforting presence, and you could easily be lulled to sleep by that alone, but it was - more difficult than you expected to adjust to sleeping somewhere that wasn’t your room.

Beside you, Poe stirred in his sleep. He shifted from lying on his side to onto his back, like you. His movement made some of the duvet fall off his chest, and you frowned again at his choice of sleepwear (a black tank top, in the middle of winter. Granted, he did keep his room warm, but still, it was so paradoxical to the man who’d refused to so much as put one foot in your room that it made your head spin).

You risked some movement to pick the blanket up and tug it back over him. You leaned over him so you could tuck it around his frame for good measure, so no drafts could feasibly wake him up. As you worked, you got the distinct feeling of being watched, so you glanced back at him and found him smiling up at you from hooded, sleepy eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice groggy.

You hesitated a beat before answering, your cheeks warm. “Tucking you in.”

His smile increased in both size and warmth, “Aww, I knew you cared - ow,” he grunted as you punched him lightly on the shoulder, your own grin slightly wicked. He picked up one hand from under the duvet, knocking loose your work, and you started to admonish him before your words slipped from your mind as he put his hand on your waist.

His palm was warm, even through the fabric of your sleep shirt, and your breath hitched. Your reaction wasn’t missed by him, and he pushed himself up with his other elbow. You were acutely aware that you were still hovering over him as he leaned into your personal space  - keeping enough distance between you so you could back out, but remaining close enough that the invitation was clear.

“Why’re you still up?” he asked and the roughness of his voice made your heart somersault. 

“Couldn’t sleep, I’m not used to sleeping anywhere that’s not my quarters.” 

“So it had nothing to do with me distracting you.”

“How would you distract -?” He merely grinned in response and you laughed, hiding your face behind your hands as your cheeks warmed even more. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, voice slightly muffled from your palms. He wasn’t wrong, he was distracting - especially now, with his voice like it was, his curls mussed, that tank top, his hand still on your waist and the invitation still hanging between you, unanswered - but while he slept, he was distracting for another reason: he was relaxed. You liked seeing that on him.

“Yeah I am,” he sounded unrepentant. You lifted your head up to find that his grin was slightly lopsided, but there was such a level of warmth and sincerity in his eyes and expression that it made your pulse quicken more than his attempts at flirting had, especially when he continued, “and it got you to laugh. That’s all that matters.”

You stared at him for a moment, like you were seeing him for the first time, and then you were surging forward to slot your lips against his. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he sat upright so he could kiss you back properly, the duvet bunching around his hips at his sudden movement.

When you parted for air, you kept your forehead pressed to his, and said, “You offered to keep me warm…”

He leaned back, raising an eyebrow, “Do you -?”

You grinned mischievously yet bashfully at the same time, “Snuggle?”

Poe’s expression softened and he flopped back onto the bed, holding his arm out for you to curl into. “Always.”

You grinned, scooting closer to him, lying back against his arm which he wrapped around your body, his fingers playing with your shirt sleeve as you threw your own arm around his torso. With his free hand, Poe pulled the blanket back over you both and then leaned down to kiss your temple. 

He waited until your breathing leveled out and he was certain you’d successfully fallen asleep before he allowed himself the same, his heart content as he dozed back off.

[spenciebabie]

Would you consider doing a blurb where y/n pegs Spencer-?

“Can you write a thing about Sub!Spencer in a maid dress”

“we have to expand on the grabbing spencer’s booty! like imagine spencer in the kitchen in the morning and then you suprise him by smacking his booty like omg he’s so cute ☺️”

“You give Spencer a belly bulge when you fuck him with a strap”

im really knocking a few out with this one but i feel like they all work together! (sidenote ive got 0 idea if you’re actually able to give someone a bulge with a strap? but let’s pretend)

also! ive got no maid outfit visuals for a man unfortunately but i do have this if you wanna just pretend it’s Spence 👀

— —

It was rare that they had real days off. A whole entire day to themselves where their phones didn’t go off, where they didn’t have to see anyone but each other. So they had to make them count.

When Spencer wakes up in the morning the bed is cold and empty beside him, where she usually is there’s a box instead. It’s neatly wrapped with blush pink paper and a little black bow. He recognizes it and he’s almost hard as a Pavlovian response. She’d gotten him a present. She must’ve been saving it for a day just like this one.

He sits up in the bed and pulls it onto his lap, opening it up to see pretty tissue paper with a little note perched on top.

I’m in the kitchen making breakfast, I’ll need someone to help me clean up. Meet me there when you’re dressed x

He leaves the note on his nightstand and tears into the wrapping, revealing a skimpy little French maid costume. It was a fantasy they’d both talked about but had never actually made happen. He can feel his heart rate pick up at the same time that there’s a rush of blood to his cock.

He probably sets a speed record for how fast he gets changed. Admiring himself in the mirror for a moment before he heads out to the kitchen. She’s sitting at the table, their breakfast all cooked and laid out for him. When she sees him her lips lift up in a smile and her eyes blow wide.

“Baby” she almost gasps, “You look so much better than I even expected” he can’t help but blush. After all this time compliments from her really hit him just as hard as they did in the beginning.

They eat breakfast together, and when it comes time to clean up Spencer gets to work. Taking the plates to the sink, cleaning up from where she’d cooked earlier. She just sits in her chair, admiring the way he moves in the outfit, how when he leans down to place things in the dishwasher she can see his cute little ass peeking out from under the flounced skirt. His pale skin that’s exposed between his panties and his stockings might just be her favorite part of him.

She can’t help herself when she stands up, stealthily coming up behind him to grab his ass with a tight squeeze. He can’t control the little yelp that escapes him at the sudden contact and he can feel the flush creeping up his neck to his face. She removes her hand only to let it come down again in a soft smack, grabbing it with her open palm again.

“I think we can finish up the cleaning later. Watching you is really starting to feel like torture” she moans against his ear, her hand snaking around to his front, gliding up under the hem of his skirt to palm at his cock. He lets a small gasp out.

“Go to the bedroom and wait for me, I can’t go another minute without fucking you” she commands, taking her hands off him then. He misses the touch immidately but he knows it’ll be worth it in the long run. So he races to thier bedroom. Laying himself down to wait for her.

She takes some time to get him ready, laying him down on his stomach and pulling off his panties. Gathering a generous amount of lube on her fingers she pushes them into him. He’s tight around her, but he’s got his face buried in a pillow already, biting down on it to stifle his moans.

“Hey pretty boy, I’m gonna need you to get your face out of those pillows so I can hear those noises” you say, adding another finger, stretching him out slowly. When he doesn’t move you have to bring your other hand up to his head, grabbing his curls roughly and pulling his face up.

He lets out a load moan then at the combined sensations of your fingers inside of him and the ones fisted in his hair. You continue like that for another while, relishing in his noises and the way he squirms beneath you until he seems like he’s ready for more.

“Ready for my strap baby?” You let his head fall back down and he’s nodding gently against the pillows. “That’s not good enough baby, I’m gonna need to hear you say it”

He rolls over onto his back so that you can see him and his perfect flushed face, his lip swollen from where he’s been biting it, a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead.

“Please, I need it” he whines out, looking up at you with those wide eyes.

So you fetch his favorite, putting on the harness nice and snug so you benefit from the friction between your legs too.

When you return to the bed he’s laying back on his stomach, his knees bent beneath him, his ass presented to you.

“No baby” you place a hand on his hip softly, “turn back around, I wanna see that pretty face while I fuck you”

He’s on his back again a second later, it was a slightly more complicated position but it was always worth it.

You work together placing a pillow under his back, pulling his legs up so that they’re up around your hips. You lean down guiding the toy right to his entrance, you’ve got enough lube on it, coupled with the leftover that remained there from your fingers earlier. You’re not met with a lot of resistance as you push in. But you still move slowly, inch by inch.

By the time your strap is buried completely inside of him he’s already a whimpering mess. His cock looks painfully hard, flushed pink and leaking onto his stomach. The skirt of his dress is gathered up around his waist so you’ve got a perfect view.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful” you mutter, the little faces he’s making, the way his eyes screw shut and his lips hang open, filthy moans tumbling from them as you push and and out of him.

Once you work up to a steady rhythm he gets even more vocal, whines and moans that sound like your name escaping him and you push in deeper and deeper on each thrust. His heels digging into your back to keep you close, pulling you in closer each time.

That’s when you spot it, the little bulge that forms in his lower stomach when you’re buried as deep as possible inside of him. You pull out and push right back in again just to see it rise and fall. It looks fucking amazing, you can feel yourself dripping against the harness as it presses up between your legs, absolutely soaking the panties that come between the two.

“Fuck baby, I can see my cock in your stomach” you moan, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on the bulge, fucking up into his palm now.

“You feel that, that’s me so deep inside you. You’re mine, your my pretty boy, you know that?”

His moans are almost completely incoherent now, desperate and a little pathetic almost.

“I’m yours— ah! Fuck! I’m your— uh pretty boy!” He gasps out, harsh breaths and little whines breaking up his sentence. He was close, that much was obvious.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, I want you to cum, can you do that for me?” You say softly, encouraging him. He just nods, his eyes screwing shut, his neck and chest flushed completely.

“Words baby, I need words”

“Please, I’m gonna—” he whimpers as he starts to shake, cumming around your strap, his cock pulsing and cumming in ropes all over his stomach and the skirt of his pretty little maids outfit.

By the time he was done, and you were pulling out slowly he looked exhausted but his eyes gazed up at you with the most adoring dopey grin.

“Did you cum?” He asks, soft and sweet. You shake your head, you hadn’t but it almost didn’t even matter.

“No, but that’s alright, I wanted you to have a nice time” you lay next to him, unfastening the harness and dumping it over the side of the bed. Turning over to look at him he still had those doe eyes trained on you.

“That’s not gonna cut it” he shakes his head, his hand reaching down between your legs, fingers teasing along the crotch of your paintes.

“You’re fucking soaked baby, why don’t you sit up here on my face and let me thank you, huh?”

And how could you refuse that offer.

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