#and the movement is tiny. it’s more just me tilting my hips to one side

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need a part 2 of sweet scent with pervy daryl trying to explain it to you but you couldn't get it cuz you'd never done anything like it so he says he's gonna show you how good it feels and has to muffle your screams so no one in the house hears you as his cock practically splits your tiny cunt in half and he uses his thumb to rub ur clit to try and make u relax.........

I'm crazy but I'm free

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sweet scent pt2.

perv!daryl x innocent!fem!reader

summary: after getting caught sniffing your panties by you, daryl persuades you into giving your precious virginity away to him while your dad's just in the next room.

warnings: EXTREME AGE GAP (daryl's is in late 30s/early 40s and reader is 18 [or older, it's up to you]), 18+ smut, praising, dubcon? (reader lacks enthusiastic consent at first and daryl has to do some convincing), panty gagging, p-in-v, blowjobs, cunnilingus, masturbation, manipulation, petnames, daddy kink, orgasm denial, mentions of dumbification, mentions of degradation.

word count: 6.2k

a/n: the following content contains some extreme fetishes and kinks that some readers might find disturbing, so if you're not comfortable with any of those, please do not proceed. click here to read part 1.

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[...] His movements got slower until they stopped and he let go of his now sensitive cock. He sighed after catching his breath. he was left with that afterglow and the feeling that he made a huge mistake. suddenly, he felt dirty like before. He opened his eyes slowly, removing your panties from his face and putting them in his pockets. yeah, he knew it was wrong, but he was still planning to keep them for later.

Then, when he averted his gaze to the mirror on his side, he saw...

You. Standing on the doorframe with a shocked look on your face.

"U-uncle Daryl?"

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Shit.

You definitely weren't what Daryl expected to see when he opened his eyes, the remains of his freshly busted nut all over his hand and his cock out, fully on display. For a good 5 seconds, he just freezed, completely unsure of what to do. But then, it hit him. He freaked out.

His eyes got as big as they possibly could and he immediately pulled his cock in his pants back again, clumsily trying to regain his composure, taking a little longer than usual due to his nervousness. Meanwhile, you just stood there with an unreadable expression. You didn't look exactly shocked, or angry, or anything like it. You looked strangely curious, with your head slightly tilted to the side.

Daryl shook his hand to get rid of some of his essence that was still sticking to it and then rubbed it on the side of his pants, on the hip area. Still not capable of looking you in the eyes, he quickly glanced at your frame and finally broke the awkward silence.

“Y/N? W-What'r'ya doin' here?” Stuttering was very unusual for Daryl, considering that although he was a man of very few words, he was always very direct and precise with them. Maybe playing it cool as if you hadn't just caught him in the act was the way out of that unpleasant situation.

“Well...” You let out a small chuckle and took a step closer to him. “This is my room.” His awkward smile immediately faded away.

“Oh, uh... I was jus’...” He looked around the room, searching for anything to use as an excuse for being there. But before he could start, you interrupted him.

“I didn't leave with the others, daddy told me to stay here to take care of you. He's in his room.” Your sweet girly voice had a way of calming Daryl, making him a bit more relaxed despite the current scenario and the shame he was feeling. But at the same time, just hearing you enunciate that one little word 'daddy' had him taking a deep breath to control his urges and not have another erection right there and then. You said that so innocently, because, well, it was in fact innocent since you referred to your actual father Hershel, but still, Daryl's twisted mind made it sound suggestive in his head.

“Take care'a me?” He pondered. Daryl wondered why your reaction was so calm considering what you had just witnessed. Maybe you didn't see much.

“You know, somebody's gotta change your bandage.” You smiled and pointed to his head that still had the bandage around it. “Actually, can you step to the side a bit? So I can...” You gestured to the dressing table behind him. He didn't say anything and just did as you said, moving to the side a little so you could approach the piece of furniture. In that moment, Daryl was the definition of what they call a standoffish.

“I was expecting to find you in your bed, resting. As you should, uncle Daryl.” Your voice carried a hint of playfulness along with a sincere worry. But the way you called him uncle for the second time that day gave him mixed sensations. He wasn't sure if he was aroused or weirded out by it. Or both.

You extended your hand, meaning to pull the drawer open to collect the items needed to change his bandage, which included the gauze, antiseptic wipes, medical tapes, sterile dressing and other kinds of medical stuff your dad had taught you how to handle, but you had to stop your hand midway when you noticed a white slimy thing dripping down the furnishing.

He followed your eyes, noticing how stared at the liquid. The farmer's sweet young daughter had just noticed the results of Daryl's arousal while it coated the dressing table. His mind started rushing with apprehension, you could tell your dad and everyone else how much of a perverted old man Daryl actually was, and he could be kicked out of the group, being left alone in the woods to fend for himself. It's not that he wasn't capable to make it on his own, but his family was important to him, he didn't wanna lose them over that type of thing that could change the way they looked at him forever.

“What's this?” You bended your knees a little, leaning forward and squinting your eyes to take a better look at the unknown substance. Now, you had completely forgotten the reason why you came into that room that was changing his bandage. Daryl lifted one of his eyebrows out of confusion. Did you really not know what that was? If that was the case, it kind of made sense.

Of course. Living on a farm far from the city, you had a close-knit relationship with your family in a way that they were pretty much all the people you would interact with. You had never had boyfriends, or kissed, or anything remotely romantic like that due to your dad's overprotectiveness, after all, you were his youngest daughter. All you knew about the existence of sexual stuff had been taught by him, when he mainly warned you about the terrible consequences of that type of action and that you had to stay innocent.

You didn't really know what he meant by all that, since he was very vague in his descriptions about sex. Hershel just used to say that there were certain areas on your body that you should never let a boy get near and you knew better than to disobey your father's orders, being aware that he always knew what was best for you. Not even your own hands had ever darted down your body to meet those spots more than once or twice before quickly pulling away. You wanted to remain innocent, whatever that meant.

But Daryl was the observant type, and he quickly caught up that you knew nothing about that type of thing. He knew you had always lived in that farm, away from the perverted hands of boys your age (or older like him) so connecting the dots wasn't tricky at all.

Oh, the things he could show you. That thought alone brought a somewhat creepy smirk to Daryl's face as he stared into the wall, contemplating the opportunity he had in hands to finally have his way with you. He knew he still had to be careful though.

“Daryl?” Your voice snapped him out of his trance. You turned your head to look at him before turning your entire body to face him. Your gaze was curious.

“This?” He motioned with his chin towards the dripping substance on the piece of furniture, looking out of place. “Ya don'... know wha' it is?” He double checked, wanting to make sure you were actually unfamiliar erotic nature of what you saw him doing.

“Well, I saw where it came from.” You revealed, not sounding accusing at all, just simply stating a fact.

“...How long 've ya been watchin' me?” He asked with an almost audible gulp. Though he was considerably excited about teaching you all that new stuff, he was still unsure if he should or not. It'd been so long since his last sexual interaction with someone else that he could barely remember it. And doing it with the daughter of the man that gave him a roof to put over his head in times like these? That was risky.

“A while.” You stated. Now, Daryl could notice how you started staring at his crotch area with a renewed sense of interest. That meant you had definitely seen his dick despite his efforts to hide it when he first got caught just moments ago. He wondered if you knew what it was or its purpose.

You stepped even closer to him and he couldn't help but step back slightly. “I've never seen somebody pee like that. Are you... Sick?” You raise an eyebrow. “The bathroom's just in the next room, you know...” Your worried tone was awfully adorable to Daryl. And well, he was indeed sick, but not in the way you meant it. Nonetheless, the amusing way you mistook his semen for urine made him share a light chuckle.

“Nah, tha's... Tha's not piss.” He bluntly let out. You walked across your room and over to your bed, sitting on its edge. Daryl followed you until he was standing in front of you. He crossed his arms.

“How so?” You tilted your head to the side with a sincere curiosity displayed on your face. You had seen the way he rubbed that one thing of his that you weren't sure how it worked until that slimy liquid started oozing out of it, deeply stimulating your curiosity.

“Ya sure ya wanna know?” His tone sounded more dark and his voice turned hoarser, however, that didn't seem to faze you. You nodded frantically. “Aigh', i'll show ya.” Once again, a smirk creeped onto his face. Your eyes were all sparkly as you attentively listened to him. “Sometimes people touch themselves ta feel good, ya know?” You shrugged, not really sure of what he was talking about.

As he spoke, he took light and slow steps towards you, like a predator preparing to hunt its prey, until his knees was almost touching yours. “Ya ever touched yerself, darlin'?” Despite the raspiness in his voice, it was now rather calm, with a surge of some sweetness to it.

“Like how?” You asked.

“Like here...” He extended his hand with a gentle movement, his finger tracing a path from the valley between your breasts down to your bellybutton. The slightly ticklish sensation made you flinch a little. Then, his finger continued making its way down to your lower belly, stopping inches above your clothed pussy. “'N here...”

Your breath hissed, and you started remembering how your dad told you those parts were sacred and shouldn't be touched by anyone, no matter who. The uncertainty was obvious in your face as you discreetly pushed his hand away. “Uncle Daryl...”

“Ya can call me jus' Daryl, sweetheart. 'M yer friend, remember?” He tried his best to sound convincing.

“Yes, Daryl...” You corrected yourself with an awkward chuckle. “I... I think I shouldn't.” You avert your gaze from his.

“Why not? Dontcha wanna know wha' it's like?” He leaned in a little closer, resting his hands on your thighs. You made a motion to try to push him away again, but he insisted on his touch. “Don' be scared, doll. 'M not gunna hurt ya. Quite the opposite.” He smirked while practically whispering the last part, making sure to sound extra coaxing.

You weren't really sure what you were afraid of, exactly. You just knew that you wanted to make your father happy and proud of you, since he'd always been so caring towards you and your family. In the end, you just wanted daddy's approval.

“I'm... I'm not sure. I don't know, it doesn't feel right.” You confessed, your voice filled with worry. Daryl knew how to be intimidating when he wanted to.

“'S okay, doll.” He spoke the way one would speak to a puppy. And giving you no time to protest, he used one of his hands to tug at the hem of your white tank top and pulled it up in one go, revealing your bare tits to him. He bit his lips, noticing you weren't wearing a bra. As quick as he did so, you felt so ashamed of your sudden nudity that you lifted your arms up to try to cover yourself up from his hungry eyes. “D-Daryl...”

“Shhhh...” He shushed you against your ear, making shivers run down your spine. Although you were uncertain, the way he spoke to you made certain parts of your body warm up, an unusual sensation for you. “Ya got such pretty tits... Ya shouldn't hide 'em away from me.” As he said that, he gently grabbed one of your breasts, giving it the slightest squeeze not to startle you. You couldn't help but let out a small squeak at the unfamiliar sensation. Weirdly enough, it felt good in a way you had never felt before.

“Ya like tha'?” He whispered. “It's nice, but... Daddy wouldn't like that. I just wanna make daddy happy.” You just wanted to be a good girl. Perhaps, you could find a different way of doing that.

“Yeah?” He muttered practically to himself as he got an idea. “Well, I can be yer daddy for today. Like tha', ya could make yer daddy happy in a way. Yer jus' gotta lemme lead ya, aigh'?” He didn't feel guilty in the slightest for making you engage in one of his twisted fetishes while you were barely aware of it.

“H-huh?" You were uncertain about the reason behind his suggestion.

“Ya can pretend 'm yer daddy.” He continued playing her mind. You weren't really sure if you liked the idea to depict him as your old man, but you tried to convince yourself to play along.

“But... What will he think of me when he finds out?” You fidgeted with your fingers. Meanwhile his grip on your breast continued to intimidate you.

“He don' have ta know. C'mon, dontcha wanna make daddy happy?” He conveyed in a hush against your ear, his thumb now grazing your sensitive nipple, making you feel that one funny sensation again. You couldn't help but lean into his touch.

You closed your eyes, darting your tongue out to lick your lips. The nervousness in you due to the newness of it all made your lips dry. The way Daryl was making you feel was curious, and you just wanted more of it. He took your silence as a confirmation.

“Good girl.” He cooed before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, very gently sucking on it. The feeling made you arch your back instantly.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

You just wanted to be a good girl. And if following Daryl's lead was a way to do it, you were all in for it. Your senses awakened as a cascade of unfamiliar yet electrifying sensations coursed through you, a dance of pleasure that tingled on your skin. In that moment, a subtle warmth enveloped you, as if you had discovered a secret realm of bliss previously unknown.

You reached for his head, the feeling of your delicate fingernails scratching against his scalp and pulling him closer sent tingling sensations all over his body. Instinctively, you slightly opened your legs at the pleasure and that drew a smirk onto Daryl's face.

“Eager fer daddy, huh?” The way he referred to himself like that made a faint blush spread across your cheeks, although you couldn't wrap your head around the reason why. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time.

“I need ya to trust me, 'kay?” He said as he pulled your shorts down and then tossed them aside, revealing your white cotton panties. Once again, you felt to urge to hide, not knowing how to deal with someone else seeing you naked for the first time. But before your legs could involuntarily close, his big hands groped your thighs, keeping them spread apart. “'S okay, sunshine.” He practically manhandled you, gently but firmly pushing your body downward so you rested you back on the mattress.

The new position made you feel strangely vulnerable, but it wasn't exactly a bad feeling. Your doe eyes had a mix of unsureness and curiosity as they meet his. Sensing the mixed sensations within you, Daryl leaned in to place a small peck on your plush lips, aiming to make you more comfortable. The feeling of his rough lips against your soft ones so suddenly almost made you flinch, but they felt rather inviting. As he pulled back, a confident smirk could be seen displayed on his face.

The archer's rugged fingers traveled their way down your body once again until they found the soft fabric of your panties, making your breath hiss. He brushed his index and middle fingers against your clothed pussy lips. Just with that, the dampness was so obvious that a small wet spot could be seen on the cotton fabric right where your slit would be. He dragged his fingers across it until they reached your clit.

“This lil spot righ' here...” He kept his hand there. “...is magical." For now, he just added a small pressure, testing the waters and watching close to your reaction, but that was enough to draw a whimper from you, the unknown sensation making you grasp his forearm. It indeed felt magical. You bit your lips and though you couldn't see it, Daryl shared a satisfied smile at the way he was able to get you all hot and bothered with just a simple touch.

Your legs squirmed a bit and he took that as a good sign, so he continued. Now, he started slowly rubbing your clit in circular motions over the fabric of your panties. Your back arched again, and you accidentally let out a dangerously loud moan.

“Nuh-uh.” He brought his other index finger to his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet. “Ya gotta be quiet, ya hear me?” His tone was mostly reprimanding, which strangely excited you. You nodded, enjoying the authority he guided you with through those new sensations. You had touched yourself there before, but never like that. The sensation always felt somewhat wrong, but with Daryl, it was totally different.

You were still kind of upset at yourself for disobeying your dad, but the way Daryl worked his fingers so skillfully had you seeing stars. You never thought you'd be handing out your innocence for some old redneck you met just a while ago, but there you were, completely given to him.

In the beginning, Daryl used to always kind of avoid you, despite your attempts of trying to get to know at least a little bit about the mysterious archer. He knew that deep down, those desires towards you were always there, since the very first time he saw you. At first, he tried to brush them off, but now, all he wanted was to be the one to feel your tight virgin cunt for the first time.

In a swift motion, his big hands tugged at the hem of your underwear. “Up.” He ordered, gesturing for you to lift your hips so he could pull them down. You didn't argue at all and promptly did as he said, reveling in the control he had over you. It was like he dominated your weak mind. “Good girl.” He cooed once again. Oh, if only he knew what that did to your little inexperienced pussy.

After tossing the piece of fabric aside, he reached for you knees, gently spreading them apart. The sight of your glistening bare cunt had his mind rushing through all the things he could do to it. He wondered if he would be able to hold himself back and be gentle or if he would end up losing control. After all, he hadn't done anything like that in such a long time that his whole body was aching for it. He stared at it in an almost scary way, you'd never seen his eyes so hungry.

If his cock hadn't awaken until that moment, now it was hard as a fucking rock. He had to really fight the urges to pull it out his pants and dick you down right there and then, but he knew he had to take it easy on you at least for now and get you nice and ready for him, even though you were already visibly dripping wet.

“Is this all fer me?” His tone was almost mocking. You weren't sure what he meant by that, not fully understanding the concept of natural lubrication, but you just nodded with your eyes closed. Something about being in that position felt so right, so freeing that it had you wondering why you never did that before, and why you were so afraid of trying it in the first place.

Daryl's hands sensually traced their way down your body, exploring your every contour until they reached the back of your thighs, pushing them back until your wet cunt was all over his face. He tried his best to control himself, but his own arousal was practically taking over his mind, so he buried his face on it like a starving man. As soon as his wet tongue made contact with your sensitive little clit and he lapped at your abundant juices, you immediately gasped, gaining a look of disapproval from Daryl.

“I warned ya.” That was all he mumbled before taking your panties he had just took off you and sticking them into your mouth almost aggressively. You could taste yourself on the white fabric, and although it felt strange, it turned you on even more. Now, your little sounds were muffled by the piece of clothing as he resumed eating you out, flicking his tongue on hour clit and burying it between your folds. You never thought a feeling like that could actually exist as you experienced that overwhelming rush of pleasure, a novel sensation coursing through you sending shivers down your spine as a delightful warmth enveloped your entire being. You tried your best to hold back your sounds since your dad was home and could hear you if you slipped, but Daryl's skilled tongue and lips made it an extremely difficult task, even with your panties stuck in your mouth.

He continued working your clit with his mouth, and maybe a little sooner than it should, a tingling sensation forming in your lower belly caught your attention. Daryl noticed the obvious shift in your demeanor and took the panties out of your mouth so you could speak. “D-daddy...” You experimented the honorific he had previously suggested. “I-I feel funny.” You whimpered, squirming a bit harder than before as it started feeling as if you were gonna burst at any moment. Daryl smirked against your skin and gave your pussy a last peck before pulling away, making you whine in disapproval. It had only been seconds but you immediately missed the sensation. You craved it.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He said. Not yet what, you wondered. But you still wanted to be good for him, so you nodded as the good girl you were. You couldn't think of anything you wouldn't do for him in that moment, considering how desperate you were to feel that pleasure again.

Your curious eyes followed his hands as they reached to unbuckled his own belt, setting it aside. He undid his pants and pulled them down just enough to reveal his boxer briefs to you. There. There was the place where you saw that sticky white thing shooting out from. Now, the excitement in you was unbearable as you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his movements closely. Your eyes visibly lighted up and that didn't go unnoticed by Daryl.

“Yer gunna love this, lil' girl.” He bit his lips. Something was very obviously bulging in his boxers, which you found odd since it didn't seem to look so obvious when it was in his pants even though now it looked so big. Either way, you were completely drawn to it. You glued your eyes to his crotch while he pulled his underwear down.

You had heard about it, but you had never actually seen one of those before. In the aftermath of the apocalypse, his pubic hair had grown wild and untamed, a reflection of the makeshift survival and the absence of the once routine grooming practices. Not that he used to care a lot about that kind of thing before the outbreak. In a way, you thought it looked charming, suiting his rugged looks and personality.

You could feel your mouth starting to water at the sight of his cock standing tall and proud in front of you. Since the archer had touched his mouth to your cunt, you wondered if you could do the same to him in that same area on his body. As if he could smell your thoughts, he brought a hand to your head, gently pulling you closer to his crotch while he held it by the base.

“Ya wanna have a taste?” He slyly suggested and chuckled at your frantic nodding. Leaning closer to it, you felt the musky and raw scent that emanated from it, which made you even more drawn to the possibilities that ran through your mind. But at the same time, you didn't know what to do or how to handle it.

Bringing his hand to his mouth, he collected some saliva from it and rubbed the wetness on the tip of his cock to lubricate it. “Gimme yer hand.” He reached out his hand, and instantly you complied, allowing him to direct it towards his cock. He enveloped your hand around it, keeping his atop yours, slowly starting to move it up and down. It felt warm and hard against your soft fingers, and the way he threw his head back and quietly groaned made your stomach churn with butterflies. “Fuck baby, tha' feels good.” He had to whisper due to the dangerous presence of your dad in the house threatening to put your little playtime to an end.

You smiled proudly at yourself. You liked the way he sounded and you wished to draw more of those grunts from his lips. And Daryl, being just as eager as you, removed your hand from his length, holding it by the base. His other hand found its way to the back of your head, his touch almost feeling impatient as he pulled you closer to his cock. “Open yer mouth.” He didn't have to tell you twice. Therefore, he guided his swollen tip to your awaiting tongue, smearing his salty pre-cum all over it. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to hold back any compromising sounds.

Your lips instinctively closed around his tip, trying to mimic the way he sucked on your clit, aiming to make him feel as good as he previously did to you. The act not only gave him pleasure, but it also brought you a deep sense of satisfaction, making you hum against his sensitive skin. The vibrations from your vocal chords sent a chill through his body and he couldn't hold back this time, the warm sensation of your mouth being so tempting and promising that he pushed his hips forward a bit too much, causing it to hit the back of your throat and you to gag on it.

He immediately retracted his body, removing his cock from the velvety confines of your mouth. Your eyes got a little watery but you smiled either way. “Sorry, princess.” He said with a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

“It's fine, I liked it.” You confess, looking up at him with those big doe eyes of yours, sitting at the edge of the bed while he stood in front of you. Your innocent expression contrasting with the dirty nature of your encounter made him impossibly hornier, and he didn't feel like waiting any longer. “Fuck” He almost whined. Eagerness to feel you wrapping around him filled his body, so he grabbed you by the arms, not too rough so he wouldn't hurt you, and put on your feet against the pink wall of your room.

He brought a hand to your head, pressing it against the wall. You gasped a little at his roughness but soon you felt him brushing the tip of his cock on your slicky slit and clit. “'S gunna feel good, I promise.” He mumbled against your ear, making your body hair stand on end. The sensation had you biting your lips to try and not make any sounds, but your efforts were proven useless as you felt the pressure of his tip carefully going in your cunt, causing a burning sensation and you accidentally let out a loud cry.

Daryl's hand went immediately to your mouth, forcefully pressing his palm against your lips to muffle your sounds, your dad shouldn't hear Daryl using his sweet daughter in his own home after all. “Shhh, shhh.” He shushed you, resting his chin on the top of your head for a moment. You wrapped around him so tight even though he only had his tip in yet that he couldn't restrain himself from pushing his hips forward a little more, intensifying the burning sensation while he stretched your virgin cunt out.

“'S okay, ya can take it.” In that moment, you were confused at why he was making you feel so good just a moment ago, and now he's ripping your little pussy apart. But even though it hurt, it was somewhat pleasant to feel so full in such a new way, so you stuck your ass towards him, inviting him in. While still keeping his hand pressed on your mouth, he brought his other one to your hips, gripping them a little too tight.

Without warnings, he buried his entire length in you in one swift motion, filling you up to the brim and worsening the burning to a whole new level. The only thing that kept you from letting out a scream at the sudden invasion was his hand muffling your pathetic sounds and the fact that you'd be in deep trouble if your dad found out about that, but even so, Daryl couldn't help but quietly grunt at the intense sensation. He didn't know he missed fucking a warm cunt so badly until he was completely inhumed inside you. “Good girl. Yer being so good fer daddy.” He praised you. His words had an immediate effect on you, making your pussy even wetter, if that was even possible.

You didn't even care if it hurt or not anymore, so you just stood there, caught in the paradox of sensation — a mix of pain and pleasure etched across your face. The twinge felt like a sweet ache, and yet, an irresistible allure pulled her deeper into the experience, as if the discomfort held a hidden charm that she couldn't resist exploring.

Despite the pain, you found herself oddly drawn to the sensation, craving more as if the discomfort carried an inexplicable appeal that kept you coming back for another taste. So you slightly wiggled your ass against Daryl's body, moving his cock a little inside you. The feeling of being stretched out had you desperate for more.

Daryl's warm breath hit your ear as he let out a light-hearted laugh at your reaction, sending delicious goosebumps all over your body. His hips started going back and forth to meet yours in a sensual dance. He tried to be gentle at first, but your virgin cunt was just so wet and warm that he couldn't help it but succumb to his primal desires. “Jus' like tha', princess. Take this fat cock.” He whispered loud enough so only you could hear, making you weak in the knees.

His calloused hand let go of your hips to find your clit, starting to rub it with just the right pressure to make you squirm under his touch. The mixed sensations of intense pleasure and pain confusing your brain, making you melt like putty in his hands. Overwhelming waves of pleasure surged through you, leaving your head blissfully empty as if every thought had been swept away by the sheer intensity of the sensation, which was exactly what Daryl wanted, to turn you into a brainless little fucktoy for him.

If a few months ago somebody told you that you'd be letting some perverted older man take advantage of you in your own room, you would've laughed right in their face. Giving your innocence away to anybody used to feel like such a distant reality, and now there you were, pressed against the wall by Daryl's sweaty body while he mercilessly pounded your no longer virgin cunt, making you experience the most pleasurable pain you could ever feel.

As he continued bucking his hips like a desperate animal, you drooled against his hand, your brain now reduced to putty due to the overpowering sensation that dominated your every sense. “Nngh...” Your muffled moans stirred an even deeper desire within Daryl, turning him as primal as one could be. Your body language made it obvious that you were close to your orgasm, and this time, he didn't plan to deny you of it.

But you had never experienced something like that. You didn't know pleasure could get so extreme that could made you burst, so as the sensation built and grew stronger, it also made you unsure about where it was taking you, and you tried to fight the feeling. Daryl's skilled fingers working your clit only threw you even closer to the edge and you felt like your legs could fail at any moment.

Noticing the shift in your demeanor, he muttered against your ear. “Jus' let it go, baby. Trust me, don' hold it.” His tone was strangely sweet considering what you were both up to, but his encouraging words relaxed you a little, and as he intensified the rubbing on your clit, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold it in not even if you wanted to, whatever it was.

Then, it hit you. An entirely unfamiliar and intense sensation washed over you, catching you off guard. It felt like uncharted emotional and physical territory, leaving you completely stunned, wide-eyed, and grappling with the unexpected intensity of the experience, something that almost made you mad at your dad from convincing you of staying away from it for so long.

Daryl had to intensify the pressure of his hand against your lips, but even so, he wasn't able to muffle your cries completely as your body convulsed and you were sure you lost consciousness for a few seconds. “Good girl, cum for me.” You didn't know what that word meant, but considering the situation, you understood that it probably had something to do with the new type of pleasure you just experienced.

As the orgasmic sensation slowly faded away, it was replaced with an even more overwhelming feeling of overstimulation. You squirmed even harder and you swore you could cry if he continued using your cunt like that, not giving you any breaks to catch your breath. You'd been turned into a whimpering and drooling mess, a total slut for his cock. You wanted him to have his way with you and you knew that if he wanted to, you'd let him fuck you all day without arguing.

The intense clenching of your tight pussy around his length initiated his own orgasm, and now it was his turn to experience the compelling feeling of being right on the edge of pleasure. “Fuck, turn 'round." He desperately voiced, but he didn't even waited for you before decisively grasping your shoulders, swiftly turning you to face him. As he did so, he removed his cock from inside you and stroked it hard and fast for a few seconds with just enough pressure to make himself burst.

Your mesmerized eyes watched as the pleasure took over his body. And now, it all made sense as he started shooting his load aiming right on your bare pussy, just as he was doing earlier today when you first caught him in your room. The warm sticky substance coated your cunt and it was so much that it felt like it would never end, leaving you astonished. You couldn't help but smile at the sight before you.

You two stared into each other's eyes while desperately trying to catch your breaths, sharing a small chuckle and satisfied smiles. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead and now, you knew who to come up to when you feel that funny feeling in your lower belly again. You knew Daryl had what it took to take care of your needs.

Without saying anything else, he pulled his briefs and pants back up again, adjusting his clothes. Then, he reached for his pocket, pulling out those panties he had stolen earlier and putting them on you again, leaving his load smeary and sticking to your skin. “Leave it there.” He hoarsely voiced, ordering you to walk around with his cum inside your clothes while no one else knew of it except the both of you.

“And these...” He walked over to your bed and bended his knees a little so he could reach for the white cotton panties he had tossed aside right before railing you and put them in his pocket.

“...'M gunna keep these fer later.”

a/n: omg guys the first part of sweet scent got over 1.1k notes and that's like??? insane??? tysm for all ur support, that's crazy. it was so much fun to write both parts and i'm so thankful if you read it this far!! i hope y'all have a great and happy holidays xx

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[gojoest]

ROUTINE — gojo satoru

MDNI, f! reader, established relationship (married), oral (f! receiving), hickeys, terms of endearment (pretty, sweetheart, my love, my pretty wife, baby), not proofread, unedited, this is a mess, wc: 1.6k

gojo satoru is not one to be bound by routines.

anything that sticks to a particular schedule he finds boring — it contradicts his character that always seeks the thrill of the unforeseeable to further challenge his instincts.

…except for one little thing he grew to religiously follow every morning without fail, that is.

perhaps it’s not routine in his eyes, but rather an instinct, to be fair.

after all, what is he to do when he opens his eyes to the sight of his beautiful wife next to him — bare breasts firmly pressing against the side of his chest, hardened nipples burning into his skin, one leg draped over his, sleepily kneeing his already growing erection — but give in to his instincts?

at times like this he thinks — if he is the strongest, then you must be something even beyond him to make him rely so desperately on his instincts not driven by desire to prevail, but rather to survive. because, god forbid, he might just die if he doesn’t shelter himself in you, first thing every morning.

a slumbery smile stretching slowly on his lips. he can still taste you there from last night as he swipes his tongue across to wet them a little bit. a low hum of pleasure cracks from his throat at the memory of you, his senses now opening up and expanding further — the remnants of your taste in his mouth come along with the musky scent of you, and it sends an intense rush of blood to his cock.

he is throbbing against your knee like a nudging for attention.

head nuzzled against the crook of his armpit, you peck softly around the skin of his nipple. “five more minutes?”

“hm? the alarm hasn’t even gone off yet, pretty”

“oh?”, you tilt your head slightly to look at him, eyebrow pointing up, “it’s very loud and clear to me though”, now consciously pressing your knee tiny bit harder against his crotch and immediately getting rewarded with a groan from deep within his throat.

he chuckles, “oh— this one i can’t snooze, i’m afraid”

but soon his chuckle fades, replaced by a big inhale and then an elongated exhale mixed in with husky growls as you start to palm his cock laid bare on his stomach. dew-like precum oozing out of his tip as your hand rolls up and down, squishing him between the inside of your hand and his belly. “this one i can’t snooze either, i’m afraid— it wakes me to my core, every morning”

“i know that…”, he breathily whispers. his lips lock on your forehead as his hand finds yours to guide you with the movements, to slow you down a little — because, the fact you can’t resist him too might just make him cum on the spot. “…by the way you so sweetly open your legs for me every morning”, he smugly speaks, chest swelling with pride knowing that you want him just as bad.

“don’t get too cocky there”, you squeeze his head and swiftly roll your palm around it — “s-shit”, he hisses, hips involuntarily bucking up at your touch. “be gentle, sweetheart. after hours of being out of your warmth he is basically like a virgin now”

“my bad”, you release your grip and slowly trace your fingers up his chest. “i will give him some time to calm down”

a pained look in his eyes and a groan of frustration leaving his lips at the loss of your touch, his cock likewise twitching in protest. “that was not the point, sweetheart”, he drags out, yearning reigning in his voice. “come on….”, his hand reaching for your bare ass, squeezing the plush of it and pulling you closer simultaneously, fingers dangerously close to your entrance slick with arousal…

in a split second, you find yourself flipped over, with him hovering over you. his hands gripping the headboard for support as he spreads your legs apart with his knees. his cock hanging in the air between you, drizzling a few drops of pre on your belly for him to wipe it off and thumb it on your lips, pushing his digit in your mouth to rub the taste of him on your tongue.

a muffled moan tries to escape you but it only vibrates against his fingertip as you suck on it, savoring every bit of him in your mouth. you go about to clench your thighs, seeking little bits of friction down there, but alas — he’s keeping you nicely spread and still.

“oh, you need something down there, my love? my bad — let me help with that”, he cockily throws at you.

shifting a little bit down, his hands leave the headboard only to latch on you and spread your thighs apart even further for him to bury his face right in your cunt. inhaling deeply and starvingly, holding your scent in his lungs for as long as he can. and the more he does the eager he grows. a growl vibrates through your folds. “fuck, baby — you are just as needy, huh?”, he pulls away — his nose, mouth and chin dripping from your arousal. and you think — he looks just like a dog, salivating from the corners of his mouth and hunger seeping from his eyes, and you — you are his meal.

“shut up…”, you growl, biting your lip. the way he just breathed you in a second ago, almost snorting in your slick through his nose, sends hot coals racing through your body, the lower of your abdomen now swirling and sizzling with stroke inducing heat.

“of course, whatever my pretty wife desires” — is what he says to you before his lips move to the inner of your thigh, trailing sweet pecks on your flesh as his thumb makes a perfect land on your clit, rubbing it just the way you like.

“nghh—”, you gasp, a sense of whirlwind overwhelming your lower abdomen. you grab at his hair instinctively, attempting to draw his face closer to your cunt, but he takes his time as there’s one thing he must absolutely do first.

his teeth pinch the plush of your inner thigh, softly sucking on it but long enough to leave a mark, a signature if you will, that says mine. it’s for his eyes only, but knowing he’s marked you gets him going even longer after that.

a pleased smile on his lips at the view of his creation. his face finally moves closer to your cunt now that he’s done stamping you with the seal of his ownership. his gaze still locked on the hickey he left, proudly admiring it — after all, only he gets to be this close to your cunt.

two of his digits spread your lips for his tongue to sweep up and down the length of the inner of each, the tip of his tongue circling around your clit in between rotations, and it makes you breath become more ragged with each transition. your mouth opens and your eyes close — you toss your head back against the pillow as his tongue starts to dart in and out of you, smoothly swirling around. his thumb joining back to rub your clit and further empower your pleasure. like a second tongue against you, until you are reduced to a panting, shaking, teary-eyed mess. cumming in shocks and waves on his mouth, your body convulsing and hips violently smashing against his face as you ride your high.

he pulls away. “fuck, love”, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking your residuals off of it like it’s the last drop of water on earth. there’s so much of you all over his face and inside his mouth, even still sliding down his throat — yet there he is, fighting for every ounce that slipped away. “you bring the greed out of me so easily”

you don’t have the breath in you yet to shoot a snarky remark at him. and he’s got no intention of sparing the time for you to gain control of your lungs — his cock’s been aching in agony from holding back until now.

leaning in to loom over you again, his elbow rested on the mattress, he slides his hand below your head to hold it gently. lips glued on your forehead as his free hand carefully aligns his cock with your entrance, tapping at it a few times and swiping up and down your folds to coat himself with you.

“satoru….”, you wrap your arms around him, hands exploring the broad canvas of his back, roaming around, up and down, and at last — stopping at his ass. fervently kneading on his cheeks, inviting him in with both hands that push his weight down to your cunt and hips that rise up to meet him halfway through. “hurry up. please”

“f-fuck”, he growls. your words send tremors down his entire body for a split second. his muscles tense up and he is trembling from the immense pressure his being is put through right now, from holding back to not just pound himself balls deep into you in one go.

but he holds back. he likes to savor this moment, after all it’s the best part of his day. the slow sliding of his cock inside you, the stretching of your walls, the way your eyes pop out with every inch he puts in you, the way your mouth hangs open giving way to the sweetest moans ever known to mankind…. he likes to sear all these into his conscious, every morning. without fail.

this is more than a religious routine at this point. it borders on addiction. just like every smoker needs that hit of nicotine every morning upon waking up — he needs his dose of you. the world might burn and crumble down, but gojo satoru will not lift a finger before he checks this off with you.

[tender-rosiey]

“JUST LOSE CONTROL, LOVE”

— gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna, toji being obsessed with you (gn!r)

a/n: ehehe, I hope you guys like this <33 (a bit suggestive ✨)

SATORU GOJO:

“satoru, what’re you?—“

you’re cut off as he pushes you against the wall. his eyes are glossed over and his breathing is heavy, “I am hanging on by a thread, y/n…”

only one thing is on his mind, it seems.

he takes a hold of your chin and makes you look at him, “i was never completely sane to begin with…but you’re going to make me get rid of the remains of it.”

his gaze is intense, and you genuinely wished that he had his blindfold on. your knees feel weak, but your hand cups his cheek, nonetheless, “and…what’s wrong with that?”

he lets out a raspy chuckle, “quite the temptress,” he picks you up and his lips find their place on your neck.

you fist his shirt, and try to hold back any sound from coming out. you feel him smirk against your skin with a murmur, “look who’s holding back now.”

“you live in my mind,” he mumbles as he trails kisses along your neck and shoulders and you quiver at his touch.

he pulls back and pecks your lips, but it is far from innocent. he has a devilish grin on his face as he nears your ear and whispers, “I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”

KENTO NANAMI:

another mission was completed by the kids successfully and they partied; however, gojo had a thought of hosting another party for the adults. consider it unwinding.

naturally, you were invited. you were very proud of the kids and were eager to attend the second party. honestly, you didn’t think anything would happen today, especially making out with nanami, the cool and collected man.

“nanami, people…” you whisper, but he doesn’t relent, lips kissing yours time after time.

he tilts your chin up, “forget about them; focus on me.”

he probably feels your grip weakening as he picks you up and seats you on the counter, “everyone is lost in their world.”

he, gently but firmly, squeezes your hips and pulls you to him once again, “so what’s wrong with us doing the same?”

he smirks lightly, something unfamiliar but very welcome, “plus its not like I can stop, dearest.”

he caresses your cheek, “you’re simply irresistible, my love,” a kiss on the cheek, “divine,” a kiss on the neck, “gorgeous,” a kiss on the shoulder, “I would need the utmost strength to resist you.”

he lets out a breath as he looks you in the eye and nears your face, “and I am a weak man.”

SUGURU GETO:

your husband’s descent into madness, thankfully, didn’t translate into how he treats you. he is always gentle and playful.

sometimes, though, that madness shows in some things. you can’t say that they don’t excite you.

for example, right now, suguru has yet to detach himself from you as he kisses you. his kisses are gentle but a little unhinged. they are soft but just a tiny bit rough.

one hand wanders while the other one doesn’t leave your waist.

he is desperate and can’t help but want to feel every inch of you.

“suguru,” you try to calm him down and to steady yourself but to no avail. he doesn’t relent, each kiss more eager than the former.

on the other hand, you just can’t compete against him.

specially as he smirks and he kisses your neck, “abandon rationality, honey,” his lips graze your neck as he speaks.

you don’t respond and you feel him chuckle and he looks up at you with lovesick eyes, “crazy suits you anyway.”

you hold onto his shoulders as he connects your lips once again. the passion flows from him and you feel so tempted to join him on the other side.

so you do.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

“my king,” you murmur as you stroke his hair.

“hm?” he grumbles as he looks up at you. His head is on your lap, and he was minutes away from dozing off.

you chuckle lightly and your hands, involuntarily, stop their movements. he doesn’t like it so he sits up and glares at you, “why did you stop?”

you pinch his cheek—one of the many privileges you have—and whisper close to this face, “I think you’re enraptured by me, my king.”

he laughs a hearty laugh that surprises you. It shakes his entire body, “me? enraptured by you?”

his hand cradles your head and pulls you towards him. he has a menacing grin on his face as he says, “then that makes you obsessed with me, doll.”

you smirk and place a kiss on his lips, “it’s a mutual obsession, my king.”

“at least do it properly.”

sukuna is rough and possessive. his hold on you is firm and you know he won’t let go.

you think that he wants to corrupt you, with the way he is kissing you and giving you no time to think about anything but him.

he fails to realize that you’re already corrupted as he is by you.

TOJI FUSHIGURO:

“mister toji, pleasure seeing you again,” you greet as said man enters your office, again.

he chuckles, “why the formality? I thought we were closer than that, boss.”

you quirk an eyebrow and reply swiftly, “we’re in my workplace; such formality is expected and needed especially for you, sir.”

“I like it when you call me that,” he chuckles.

“have you done what I asked of you?” you try and change the subject.

“who do you take me for, doll face?”

You smile humorlessly, “you’re in a good mood today, considering the nicknames and everything.”

he merely looks at you with eyes filled by hidden desire, something you’ve learned to notice from a mile away.

he takes a hold of your hand, “let’s take this somewhere.”

“toji no.”

he pays you no mind as he pulls you to the closet and locks the door.

you whisper-shout, “what’re you doing?!”

“nothing you won’t like,” he responds smugly.

“but you can’t just take me away like that!”

he places his finger on your lip, smirk never leaving his face. he holds your face and says, “cross the boundaries; they weren’t even there to begin with,”

you don’t get to respond as he smashes your lips together. his hand rests firmly on your neck and deepens the kiss.

you hold onto his shoulder weakly and he pulls back and chuckles.

“isn’t easier…to just give in?”

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 5

part 1 | part 4

“…Henderson? Oh, holy shit, Henderson!!”

Eddie sounds like a kid on Christmas morning as he comes bounding across the street, movements like a great dane tripping over gangly limbs. He barrels into Dustin and tackles him in a great big hug, swings him off the ground in a circle and puts him back down so they can do some elaborate handshake with slaps and switchbacks and an ending tap-tap of their ankle bones.

What the fuck?

Steve watches this whole thing go down with his hands on his hips and his face doing something horribly sour because seriously what the actual fuck? Stupid handshakes with Henderson are his thing.

“What are you doing here, man?” Munson asks Dustin with a jovial pat on the back. Dustin’s squeezing him around the middle, tucked into his side like a little kid hugging a giant teddy bear, face just lit the fuck up with excitement over this. Steve feels his nostrils flare in a brief flash of petty rage.

“Steve!” he shouts happily. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re neighbors with Eddie?”

Eddie’s face falls when he looks up and sees Steve. Feeling’s mutual, dickwad.

“You’re here to see Harrington?” He asks in a voice like flat soda, all the earlier enthusiasm sucked out into the void. He takes a tiny step away from Dustin — just the smallest bit of distance, a subtle lightening of his touch against his shoulder — but Steve doesn’t miss the flicker of hurt that passes between Dustin’s brows. As if he needed another reason to hate this guy.

“Uh, yeah?” Dustin asks, confusion coloring his tone. “He’s my brother.”

“He’s your what?”

Steve’s chest swells with pride. “He said I’m his brother.”

“Not my blood brother,” Dustin clarifies, and Eddie makes a little noise. “But yeah. He’s fucking awesome. And you’re fucking awesome—”

“Language?” Steve tries for Claudia’s sake, but Dustin’s on a roll now, getting louder and more exuberant as he starts talking with his hands.

“—And oh, holy shit, this is the best! Wait ‘til I tell Mike and Lucas about this. With you guys living so close, we can hang out all the time! And we won’t even have to make two bike rides!”

Dustin leans in to squeeze Eddie in another hug, so stoked he’s bouncing on his toes a little (so stoked he doesn’t even bother to ask Eddie if it’s cool if the whole party shows up at his door, but that’s Dusty for you). His face is turned into the front of Eddie’s shirt, and over the top of his baseball cap Eddie gives Steve this look that Steve’s pretty sure he returns. Serious. Somber. Resigned. A fucking gallows stare, because…

Because fuck. Fucking- goddammit.

They’re gonna have to pretend to tolerate each other now. For Dustin.

Steve’s left eye starts to twitch.

—

“Are you selling him drugs?”

“Excuse the fuck outta you??”

Okay. Yeah. Bad start. Backtrack. Steve knows this is not the right way to approach a conversation, especially not when it’s Saturday night and you just interrupted your neighbor’s house party to be an accusatory dick to him. The Munson trailer door is wide open behind Eddie, and Steve can see a couple guys he vaguely recognizes from school sitting in the living room — a chubby white dude, a nerdy black guy, and a baby-faced kid with a scowl to rival Mike’s. They’re eating pizza and smoking cigarettes and sipping some cheap-ass brand of beer, and Steve is clearly interrupting.

“Sorry,” he tries again.

“Wow,” Eddie smirks. “Didn’t know you knew that word.”

“Shut up, man- just— ugh.” He takes a deep breath, wills himself to stop rolling his eyes at the guy he needs to ask a favor. “I’m sorry, okay? Can I just talk to you for a second?”

Eddie considers him for a moment; chin tilted up, lips pursed; and then he steps onto the porch and shuts the door behind him. “I’m listening,” he murmurs around a fresh cigarette, hand cupped around the end to light it.

He holds the pack out to Steve. “You want one?”

“Do I- what?”

Eddie shakes the box for emphasis. “Do you want one?”

“No, I heard you, I just…” The weird ceasefire between them is tripping him the hell up. He doesn’t think it’ll go too well if he says that out loud, though. “…Yeah. Fuck it. Thanks.”

“Sure.”

They smoke in silence for a moment, shoulder to shoulder, looking out into the dark of the woods that kind of freak Steve out if he lets himself look too long. Something about the branches like long, spindly fingers in the dark; like jittering spider legs; like a Mindflayer made of—

“You wanted to ask me something?”

Steve rubs his brow with his thumb, lets the panic out on a slow breath. “Yeah, I just… Look, I’m not trying to— I mean, I shouldn’t accuse you of anything, man. I just spent the afternoon getting myself all worked up thinking about it after he left, and- and Claudia needs me to look out for the kid, so—”

“Who the hell is Claudia?”

Steve tilts his head at him. “Dustin’s mom?”

“Oh.”

“I thought you two were close.”

Eddie shakes his head, curls bouncing around his shoulders, “Nah, man, not yet really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the little guy’s cool and all — smart as shit, too—”

“Isn’t he?”

“Fucking genius. He’s gonna cure cancer or some shit, I swear.”

Steve catches himself smiling; hides it behind another quick puff of smoke.

“Anyway,” Eddie says, “I don’t really, like, know the dude. We just met because I run Hellfire.”

Oh. “The DnD club?” No wonder Dusty’s obsessed.

Eddie shoots him a look, a quick blink of pleasant surprise. “Yeah, exactly.”

“Cool. He loves that game.” Steve pulls in more smoke, takes his time on the exhale; lets the nicotine buzz swim in his veins. He forgot how nice it feels. “So yeah, Claudia— his mom—asked me to look out for him, y’know? And I just, I know you used to supply the weed for my house parties and shit— and it was good quality shit and all but I don’t—”

“Hold on,” Eddie says, snorting a little in disbelief. “You think I’m gonna sell weed to Dustin?”

Huh. “You wouldn’t?”

“Hell no! One, he’s way too young; that shit’s, like, bad for young minds or something, allegedly.”

Steve frowns to himself, thinking back to him and Tommy smoking weed in Tommy’s basement in middle school; the brain damage they probably gave themselves doing it. Whoops.

“Secondly, can he even smoke? I thought he was sick or something.”

“What? Why would you think he’s sick?” Oh, shit, is he sick? Does Steve not know about it because he missed all those family dinners?

“Dude, take a breath.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand, wafting smoke in pretty tendrils under the trailer’s flood light. “I just meant, like, chronically. ‘Cause of his bones and shit?”

“Oh,” Steve breathes, relieved. “Oh, yeah, no, he’s fine, he’s just like missing collarbones and stuff; he can bend like Gumby.”

Eddie laughs at that, dimple popping out, and Steve can’t help but laugh a little, too, remembering the last time he told someone that. “Don’t tell him I said that, though, he’ll get pissed.”

“Scout’s honor,” Eddie salutes.

“You a boy scout, Munson?”

“Nah, Harrington. Just figured you were.” His eyes are bright and playful, sort of magnetic as he drops the last of his cigarette and stubs it out with the toe of his boot. “Anyway, I gotta get back to the boys. You wanna stick around for a beer, or are you satisfied with my answer, Nanny Steve?”

“Okay, do not fuckin’ call me that,” Steve laughs, sharp and short. Tries to season the words with a glare, but Eddie’s face is too impish and pleased to hold on to any real anger. “And I appreciate the offer, but I think your friends would try to kill me.”

“Mm, yeah,” Eddie agrees, wiggling his fingers as he waves a hand to gesture at the whole of Steve. “Gareth is not exactly a fan of your kind.”

Aaand he’s pissed again. Jesus Christ. “My kind?”

“Yeah. Jocks? Rich assholes?” His lips tip up in a crooked smirk, “Or, well—”

“Don’t.”

Steve’s just done with his stupid jokes suddenly, and Eddie must hear how much he means it because he raises his palms in surrender and steps back. Always stepping back and away, this guy. Fucking coward.

Steve doesn’t know why he reacts like this, but the shame is turning to fiery fury in his gut, curdling his blood like sour milk, pricking hot at his lash line. Damn it; he’s not about to let Eddie Munson of all people see him cry.

He scoffs at himself, shoves his hands into his pockets. “Whatever, man,” he sniffs as he turns his back on him, “Enjoy your party. Screw you.”

—

The most pathetic part, Steve thinks to himself as he writhes and twists in his tangled, sweaty sheets; 2am and he’s up again after a nightmare because of fucking course he is; is that somewhere between the insomnia and guilt over the way their conversation imploded earlier, his staring-blindly-at-the-ceiling-until-his-eyeballs-start-to-burn morphs into, like, daydreaming about how it could have gone.

He keeps repeating the scene in his mind, rewinding the tape to let it play out in richer detail.

It goes like this:

1. Eddie comes over.

2. Eddie comes over and apologizes.

3. Eddie comes over in the middle of the night to apologize because he’s so, so sorry that he just can’t wait until morning, even though it wasn’t really his fault; no, Steve’s the sorry one; no, Eddie is; no, they’ll both agree to do better, for the kids.

4. It’s two in the morning, after the cars are all gone and the party’s died down, and Eddie comes quietly across the yard; taps gently on Steve’s window so he doesn’t wake his mom.

Steve leans out and snaps, “What?” because he’s still a little pissed, and Eddie makes big, contrite eyes and plays with his own hands; fingers dancing in nervous circles; spinning rings.

“Listen, I, uh—” Eddie begins, “I might have… Shit, man, I might’ve been a bit of a massive dick earlier, and seeing as we have to play nice on account of the kiddos, I— do you- I mean— come have another smoke with me? Please.”

Please.

Please.

Please.

It’s a pleasant dream. Steve rewinds again, lets it play out in his head for a few more loops. Falls asleep just as he’s getting the dialogue right.

When he wakes up, Munson’s van is gone.

They don’t talk again for weeks.

—

part 6

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[ghostfacesvalentine]

Anyone’s little toy - Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A tiny bit of degradation, nothing too bad, fem!receiving oral. That’s it really (?)

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Billy finds out readers lack of sexual experience.

Notes: This was originally for Jason Todd but maybe it fits Billy more? Idk shut up. Not proofread, I just needed to get this off my mind 😵‍💫 send ideas, specifically Jason Todd and Steve Roger’s in particular.

You don’t remember how the topic was brought up, all you knew was that you were sitting on Billy’s couch, your back pressed against the cushion as he interrogated you.

There had been an awful amount of sexual tension between you two. Neither of you admitted anything to the other. You were too intimidated to bring anything up to him. You were happy with coming by to hang out with him when he called, talking about his day, your day, ordering food, playing games or watching TV. Sometimes when boredom hit, you even made out, but that was always as far as it went and it wasn’t always.

You couldn’t help but fantasize about it going further, about how he would feel, what he would look like. The closest you got was sitting on his lip with his hands having an ungodly grip on your hips. His kissing always kept you from this world, you forgot everything when Billy Loomis’s spit was in your mouth.

“What is it? Have you ever been touched?” Billy asked in a bitter tone. You were both grown, grown enough to have your own experiences, god knows he had his share. You never confused in him your lack of experience.

“Um” your cheeks flushed red, adamantly avoiding his eyes, they were practically prying into you. The spotlight was on you this whole time, yet it felt like you were on a disgusting display before him.

“Yeah of course I have” you lied. Your eyes still staring at the wall behind him, a frown present on your face in hopes of disguising your truth.

It was nothing to be embarrassed about, but you were ashamed to have a pathetically stupid amount of experience in the sexual aspect of your life.

Billy stared you down like if he was about to devour you, his frown activated across his face, head tilting to the side as he tried to match his eyes with you. “I don’t know, you’re such a sweet baby. I don’t think you’ve ever been anyone’s little toy.. am I right? I could be underestimating you.”

He almost spat out the questions, there was a tinge of jealousy, again, even if you were grown he still had a piece of hope that he could be the only one to see you sprawled out and chanting his name like if he’d show you a small gesture of mercy.

His breath felt hot against your cheek, his tongue peaked out to press against your skin. Your breathing fastened, your legs clenched together in hopes of getting some feeling of relief.

He was eating this up, overly proud of the position he had you in. “Sweet little princess, why aren’t you looking at me? Are you hiding something?” He teased, what an ass. You tucked your bottom lip into your mouth, your eyes refusing to look at his directly as if you could pull one over on him.

Your skirt folded into itself as you kept yourself from getting too close to him, he never went this far and you never went this far, with anyone actually. The embarrassment alone was going to set you off in tears, this was humiliating in the sweetest way.

“N-no im not hiding anything.” You spoke up, barely.

Your squirming was a delicacy to the mercenary. His eyes were prying into your movements, watching you get uneasy. He wanted to tear you apart right then and there. He was only ashamed it took him this long, but there was a long thought process behind his actions.

“I don’t know Y/N. Somethin’s telling me you’re lying to me.” He sung, his head shaking sideways ever so slightly.

It was then his head dipped down to the side of your head, pressing a wet kiss on your cheek, slowly pulling away to watch your reaction. You were as pressed back as you could be in hopes of hiding without actually hiding. You had to check yourself to see if you were still breathing, what the hell was so shameful about this?

“Billy.” You breathed out, his face in front of yours, he slowly knelt down, hands reaching out to your thighs. He would never admit it now, but he could practically smell your arousal. Billy’s hands gripped onto you gently, the outline of his body completely covered you. He was intimidating as much as he was mouth watering.

“Mmm?” He whispered as his hands soothed your thighs gently, his eyes finally dropped down to your figure. Your panties peaked out to him, causing his eyes to focus on your lower part instead. Billy’s thumbs maneuvered to the ends of your skirt, flipping the seam to push back closer to your hips, exposing more of your body to him. He did it so slow, enough to where you could stop him if you needed to, but you didn’t want to.

You were nervous, shy, but you wanted to feel his tough more than anything.

“N-nothing. I just haven’t-“ you frowned again this time dropping your legs onto the couch slowly, sitting up in unison as your eyes finally turned to him. “I’ve never, you know. Really been with anyone. I trust you, I just-“ and there it came, the realization of what you just admitted.

Billy looked up at you, instead of pulling back, his eyes seemed to almost turn a shade darker, turning from your face, back down to your figure. “You’ve never been touched?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for your response, still unclear with what you were trying to tell him.

“No, I mean I have I just. I’ve never gone all the way, I don’t know what to do.” You admitted without thinking, you absentmindedly pulled away from him and shifted yourself closer to the couch.

“Do you want to do anything with me?” His voice cracked the small silence between you both. You felt the redness approaching your face again, you only answered with a wordless nod. In return, the devious smile made its way back to his drying lips.

“Just tell me if it’s too far” he warned you as his head dipped down again into your thighs, he warmed you back up with wet kisses across your sensitive skin, nipping and sucking at he warm pieces. Your legs responded in shifts, his hands then trailed again to your soft legs, moving them over his shoulder as he pushed his head further up to your core.

There was a change in his ache for you, again, maybe he won’t admit it now but the thought of making you feel good, to be the only one to taste you and leave you scratching at his back when you can’t take it anymore, all the sinful ideas plagued his mind. The fantasy of it all awoke something primal in him, the more the idea saturated his mind, the more desperate he got.

His hands ran up to your hips, pulling you as close as he could to his face, his arms hooked around the bottom for your thighs to hold you in place, his fingers pushed your underwear aside, enough to give him some space to work, he flattened his tongue against your slick folds, causing your head to fall back at the intrusion.

You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. Billy restricted your legs as his mouth opened and sucked into your clit. A gasp escaped your lips at the obscenity of his movements, you never felt anything like it, your legs rubbed against the sides of his head as his mouth moved more desperately by the second.

“Billy-” you whimpered out as his tongue swirled around your opening, your pink cotton panties were in the way of the whole experience but he was too mesmerized by your taste to get away from your pussy for even a second. Your thighs clenched every time he hit a sweet spot, he was careful not to overstimulate you too fast, he was going to try to get you as wet as possible before he fucked you.

His tongue flattened then pierced your hole, feeling the tip of his tongue pushed out by your body, taking turns exploring your folds.

Your head fell back again, feeling nothing but the warm wet spit invade your sensitive slick. Between laps along your cunt he’d pull back to mumble sweet obscenities, the hoods of his eyes dripping down in sweet bliss as he tasted your juices. “Good girl, you’re doing so good.” He praised as he felt your legs squeeze his head again when the pressure was too strong.

You didn’t know what feeling you were chasing, all you knew was that it felt like you could stay here all day, little parts his tongue would swipe made you jolt, you could almost fall asleep in ecstasy.

It wasn’t long until Billy noticed your comfortability, causing him to start lapping at your clit, his left hand pulled apart your folds while the other pulled your underwear aside. Your body sure felt the pressure now, you twisted your lower half without thinking to get away from his tongue.

Billy’s fingers let go of your panties and his index finger made circles against your clit, causing your body to flinch and little moans to escape your salivating mouth. His finger then prodded into you slowly before then just shoving itself as far as he could. His eyes wouldn’t let you go as you squirmed and mumbled out incoherent moans.

“You look so cute when you have something in you.” He muttered, watching you flinch and curl your body forward as he added another finger. You whimpered as he kept the pace, his eyes half closed with lust as you panted at his impatience to use you up.

His fingers moved in a scissoring motion, causing you to squirm again, this time moaning a little louder. “Maybe I do believe you haven’t been played with. I haven’t even started and I know you’re going to cream all over my fingers soon” he hissed.

You pouted, your lustful eyes gleaming down to him, you would have something smart to say if Billy wasn’t rubbing his hands all over your cunt, talking to you like you were a stupid girl chasing a high. His fingers rammed in and out of you in a steady pace, his palm ever so slightly pushing against your clit with every thrusting motion. You felt your body involuntarily clench.

Billy slowly stood to his feet, his hands never stopping or halting in the process. He needed to see you cum more than anything right now, more than you needed to feel it.

“God if you could see yourself right now. You look so pretty.” He whined out as he looked down to you, you looked back at him, with a more prominent frown and an ache in your core. Your hips began to shift as he kept his pace, his left hand made its way up to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip.

“So fucking pretty. Maybe next time I’ll bust a load on your face play with your pretty little cunt and get a picture. What do you say?”

You were wordless, before you could even get the chance to answer he curled his fingers, finding your gspot took him a little longer but when he felt your pussy clench around him he kept prying. You closed your eyes in despair to keep your climax going, bucking your hips as he kept fucking you with his fingers. “Good fucking princess. You look so fucking pretty, fuck.” He moaned, desperate to toss you around, fill you to the brim, he knew better than to go crazy with you so fast, but it wasn’t like he had enough self control to take it slow.

Your body jolted involuntarily, your eyes squeezed shut as you cried out in pleasure. All those sweet noises for him to hear alone were enough to send him over the edge. This was going to be a long night.

[packedandstrapped]

Strap still sunk in deep after losing track of orgasms. Hips stilled. Trying to slow my rapid breathing. She moves just an inch and I feel it. To one side then the other. Then a little circle. I put my hands on her hips to halt her movements but not before she hears the quiet “Fuck” slip off my lips. I thought we were done. I thought I was spent after using her body the way I needed. I close my eyes and try to concentrate again. Another slight movement and I feel it even more intensely. I’m resisting this with everything I have. She tilts her hips just the slightest bit and I can feel it my thighs, hips and stomach. The tiny movements make it feel like there’s a cock shaped lightning rod strapped to this harness. With my eyes still closed I know she’s smiling. She knows what this is doing to me. My resting hands on her hips begun to tense and massage her skin. I can feel the ache of the last forty minutes in my hamstrings but I know I can push through. Everything feels locked in place, like the last remaining bits of my energy are fully invested into keeping my body entirely rigid. She moves again. Just a shift. Then the smallest of circles again. I’m coming unraveled and her sweet surprised “oh?” let’s me know she knows. She continues. And stops. And begins again but slower. Is this all just to get one more out of me? Good luck. But then she falls into a subtle pattern that pushes back into me just enough. It’s a one, two, three progression and before I know it, I’m folding over her. Surprised myself. Messy, short grunts and one hand now wrapped around my dick as I finally allow myself to slowly thrust back into her again. I’ve unknowingly reserved that for this moment as I’m actively cumming inside of her. Furrowed brow and sweat slicked back hair, I continue to slowly pump my body into hers, letting the waves of my orgasm lead my hips. Finally, my exhausted body collapses onto her. I regretfully slide out of her warm, delicious wetness until next time.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hope x reader and she's sister figure to reader and r has a panic attack based on monsters and hope helps r?

Necromanced Fear

Un-triggered werewolf female child reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: panic attacks?

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Hope silently walks through the silent halls of the school, everyone in their beds asleep. Her slipper-clad feet patter against wooden floors as she tries to tire herself by walking around.

That is until she hears some movement and faint rugged breathing from what her werewolf-enhanced hearing picks up from the other end of the hall.

She rushes over to the room where it's coming from, which so happens to be the library. As she turns the corner, her eyes land on you, huddled between two bookcases.

Hope flicks the lamp closest to her on, letting the yellow glow flow through the room's space. She slows her pace to not startle you as she comes closer.

Your already retched breathing picks up as you hear someone approaching you.

"Y/n/n? Hey, it's just me, it's Hope" She speaks softly, crouching in front of you. "H-Hope?" You look up from the ground, tears clouding your eyes. "Yeah, It's me. Can I touch you?" She asks. You slowly nod your head in response.

She raises a hand and places it on your kneecap. As she rubs circles with her thumb, your breathing starts slowing down subsequently taking your mind away from the horrors displayed in your head.

Slowly and shakily, you reach out your small hand and grasp Hope's free one, clutching tightly. The touch helps ground you further from the panic attack that's been wracking through your body.

As your heart slows from the stammering beat, you close your eyes to bring yourself down. "I'm sorry" You whisper.

"What are you sorry for?" Hope's eyebrows scrunch.

"Making you sit here when you could do more important things" You reopen your eyes, gaining control of your breathing and shaking hands again.

"You're more important than what I was doing, you'll always be more important. Don't forget that" She brings up your intertwined hands and kisses your tiny knuckles. "What happened?" She asks sheepishly, not wanting to cross a line.

"Uh..It was the Necromancer. H-he brought back my Momma and she, sh-she..was killed by wolf hunters...again"

"Oh, hey, oh baby, it's okay. I'm sorry he did that" She runs her hand up and down your short calf.

You push up off the ground from the sides of the bookcases and lunge towards the older girl. She wraps her arms around your eleven-year-old frame.

You nuzzle your face into her collarbone, breathing in the cozy scent of her vanilla lotion. "I miss my Momma" You whimper. "I know, sweetie. I'm sorry she's gone. I promise I'll always be here for you" She runs her fingers through your locks of hair.

"Always?" You pull away and look up at her with big puppy eyes. "And forever" She answers, winking at your slacked mouth in confusion.

Your eyebrows then furrow and you tilt your head to the side. "Do you miss your Momma?" You ask.

"Uhm, yeah, yeah I do. But I know she's in a better place now. She's at peace" Hope places her hands on your shoulders. "You're sad, I'm sorry." You notice her saddened face.

"No reason to be sorry. Yes, I'm sad, but it's not your fault. Alright, Cutie?" "Ahuh" You nod your head tiredly.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed" She stands up from the ground with you in her arms. Placing you on her hip, she makes her way out of the library and up to her room.

"How about a sleepover" She whispers. You nod her head again excitedly, "Yeah. sleep with Hopey" You cozy into her neck again.

"That's what I thought" Hope smiles to herself.

[thatone-brightstar]

carmy + ‘spit on my mouth’ if that’s up your alley 🫢

a/n: i think this is probably my favorite one i’ve written. just so ughhh🔥🔥 definitely up my alley anon.

Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (5/6)

Don't forget to like and repost or comment with the one you like the most! PS. Imk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m receiving), knifeplay, spit kink, knife play, fingering, I'll add more tags as they add up.

(open 4 the nasty)

Q is for: Quicky.

‘Your sister-’ You breathed out through sloppy kisses, feeling his hand climb up the side of your thigh underneath your dress. ‘-Carm, they’re in the other room.’

‘Jus’ wanna kiss you…’ He breathed back against your lips, through the trajectory of his hand promised something else.

You gasped again as the pad of his thumb applied enough pressure to your center and your knees almost buckled under you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue deeper into your mouth, caressing the soft inside of your cheek with the tip.

‘Carmy.’

‘Baby.’ He repeated in the same whiney tone, one hand on the back of your neck, while the other continued the torturous motion between your thighs. ‘No one’s gonna notice if we’re gone a few minutes.’

He rubbed and pushed deeper into you and your hands fell instinctively to the button on his jeans.

R is for: Radish.

‘Say that again?’ Carmy asked with a teasing smile, knife motionless over the root on the cutting board..

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms at him. ‘Stop making fun out of me!’ The accent was barely noticeable through your rushed words, but Carmy always caught on to every nipped word or rolled ‘r’ you let escape.

He chuckled lightly and put his knife down, moving to your side and caging you between the L shaped counter with this arms.

‘I’m not making fun of you... I think it’s adorable.’ He compliments, palm cupping your chin and raising it up to meet his baby blues. ‘Please?’

A tiny smile betrayed your stand and you took a heavy exhagerated sigh, rolling your eyes again. ‘Radish.’ You repeated, trying to avoid the vibration the first letter caused on your tongue, but failing terribly.

Carmen chuckled again and you threw your arms up in frustration. ‘Ay ya! See! You just wanna make fun-’

Before you could push past him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and locked you in place. ‘Not makin’ fun- I’m not makin’ fun!’

S is for: Slippery.

The idea had wedged itself into your brain, causing your cunt to squeeze around the girth of his cock and a groan to leave his mouth at the tight sensation. Your nails dragged over his shoulders and up his neck, pulling his head down to your hungry lips. His movements stuttered slightly from your passionate kiss and he cupped the sides of your face with his hands.

‘Spit in my mouth-’ You muttered bravely, chest heaving and eyes glaced.

‘What?’ Carmy asked, still dazed by the kiss as his hips picked up their speed.

‘I want you- shit ah - spit in my mouth-’ You repeated and circled your thighs securely around him.

With a sudden hunger over his eyes, he took a hold of your jaw with one hand and tugged your face up towards his. ‘Open.’ He comanded and you followed, letting your tongue hang out.

You saw the translucent bubble slip past his lips and directly onto your awaiting tongue, then you pulled it back into your mouth and swirled it with your own. Withought braking eye contact, You tilted your head down and let the spit dribble down your swollen lip, transparent string slipping past your navel and lubricating his throbbing cock.

‘That’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen-’ He barely managed to say, before forcefully pulling you forward and quickening his thrusts.

T is for: Tattoos.

‘-due next week, so we could use someone at the door.’

Carmen’s voice drowns behind your dirty thoughts, attention fixaded on the way his tattooed fingers curl around the carrot. Your distraction comes from memories, the feeling of the same digits flexing and sissoring inside your tight pussy makes your legs press together to dull out the ache.

‘So?’ He asks after a couple seconds of silence and you only notice he’s waiting for a response because his hands have stopped moving.

‘Wha- oh yeah, sounds great…’ You repspond casually and straighten your back, ankles locked together still.

He eyes you curiously, then runs his tongue along his bottom lip and sucks it slightly. The look he’s giving you does nothing for the growing need in your core and you eye the empty office past his back.

‘Can we… talk privately. In your office-’

‘Yeah- yeah sure.’ He doesn’t even let you finish before hes dropping his knife and undoing the knot at the front of his apron.

U is for: Underwear.

Moan after moan, his gently kisses had you breathing out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. Still, his hands fidgeted nervously with the hem of your dress at the idea of taking it further than just making out on your couch. Your thighs laid spread out on each side of his hips, dress riding up with every roll over the hard demin jeans.

‘I really want you…’ You confessed against his stubble and peppered kisses along his jaw until you reached his ear. ‘D’you want me, Carmen?’ You asked and licked the outlike of his ear.

He couldn’t trust his words, only nodding fervently and digging his fingers into the plushness of your thighs. He clearly heard the crinkles of your smile, then you pulled away and off his thighs. His confused expression was quickly answered by your devious grin as you stood fully and made a movement with your head that urged him to follow you.

He stayed glued to the couch, watching you stroll barefoot in direction to your room. You pulled the hem of your dress over your body and he was pushed back by the image of your naked skin under the dress, denim now uncomfortably tight around his groin as he quickly moved to follow you into the hallway.

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[captain-mj]

Mob boss Ghost Waiter Soap Au

Soap gets a migraine at work while serving Ghost and goes to leave Ghost stops him because Soaps his favourite and is a little sus about why he’s leaving

Soap says he’s got a migraine and Ghost can either shoot him or let him go home either option would be preferable (migraines suck)

Ghost is smitten and kidnaps him (affectionate) to sleep it off in his soundproofed block out curtained room and king sized bed.

Ghosts mum used to get migraines so he knows how to help someone through them.

Hurt/comfort happy ending

I might be taking a bit of a step back from writing on here (less frequent writing but I'll answer questions/give hcs) for the next month, I'm going to be moving and trying my best to do a form of NaNoWriMo.

That being said, please still send me asks!! I'll do my best to do them!!

Ghost waited to be served. This restaurant was a personal favorite of his. Not because the food was particularly good, though it wasn't bad. It was because of his favorite waiter.

Johnny looked a tiny bit irritated to see Ghost. He walked over and stood over him. "What do you want?"

Ghost tilted his head. "That anyway to greet your favorite customer?"

Johnny sighed before plastering on a smile. There was a tension behind it, almost like a grimace. "Hey, Simon. How can I assist you today?"

Ghost tilted his head. "My usual is just fine. And a black coffee."

Johnny nodded and walked away, stumbling a tiny bit. He looked a bit pale as he came back to pour a cup of coffee for him.

Ghost watched him through his eyelashes. "Love, you alright?"

Johnny huffed at him. "I'm fine, sir. Don't worry." He accidentally spilled the coffee, hands shaking slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry." He grabbed napkins and started to fix the mess.

Ghost took it from him. "I got it. Don't worry about it, darling."

Johnny nodded and left.

A different waiter appeared to bring Ghost his food and he smiled. That fake customer service smile Ghost hated. He understood it was part of their job and he'd never judge them for it, but he hated it. A lot.

"Who are you?"

"Your waiter wasn't available to bring your order so I took over for you. I know he's your fa-"

"No. Why did he leave?"

The waiter was starting to get nervous, glancing at Ghost's hips like he had a gun on him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ghost, sir. Soap wasn't feeling well and"

Ghost waved his hand and stood. He noticed Johnny walking past and perked up. He followed him quickly. "Johnny."

"Simon." Johnny whined, looking even more pale. "Please. I have a migraine. I know you like having me as your waiter, but I'm in no condition to work. And one day, I'm not going to be working here and where will you be? Huh?" He huffed at him.

Ghost shrugged. "Well, what's wrong?"

Johnny frowned. "Migraines. I get them sometimes. Now, please, sir, I'm le-"

Ghost put his arm around him, easily pulling him into his side. He lowered his voice to a hush. "Why didn't you say so, love?" He gently tugged him along. "I'll give you a ride."

Johnny relaxed immediately. "Oh, thank god. I did not want to handle the bus like this." He knew Ghost wouldn't hurt him. It would disrupt their Tuesday routine of Ghost coming in and seeing his favorite waiter. Perhaps, if he was a bit more clear headed, he'd think about the potential ramifications of being seen with a local mob boss who was known for being short tempered and dangerous. But for now, the idea of a car ride, hopefully with the ac on blast and no music.

Ghost helped him into the backseat of his car. Johnny expected him to get in the driver's seat, but instead he climbed in with him. Someone else started to drive.

Some very soft piano music, just loud enough to drown out the gentle roar of the engine, was playing and Johnny decided that was alright. He tried to stay sitting despite the pounding growing in his temples and behind his eyes.

Ghost reached over, being very slow with his movements. Instead of speaking, afraid his voice would be too loud, he simply led him to lay down with his head in Ghost's lap.

Johnny whined. "Simon."

"Shh, Johnny. I got you." Ghost gently ran his fingers through his hair before finding one of the pressure points he remembered helped his mom. With a great amount of care and love, Ghost dug his fingers in and started to rub in gentle circles.

Johnny whined and went to fight him back before the relief started to seep in and he melted. "Fuck that's good."

Ghost grinned. He started with an area right behind his temples and then towards the back of his head. Once he felt he couldn't do much more there, he moved further down to his shoulders, specifically the place between them. Johnny's eyes fluttered as his body fully relaxed.

The car drove in circles until Johnny fell asleep. Ghost wanted plausible deniability about not knowing where Johnny lived. He picked him up in a bridal carry and brought him inside.

His room had black out curtains with sound proofed walls anyway, so it made sense to bring Johnny to his room. He put him in his bed and sat in a chair nearby. After a bit of thought, he decided not to smoke. The smell might make it worse.

Ghost kept a mini fridge in his room that luckily had some water bottles in it. He'd just have to wait for Johnny to wake up.

Johnny looked so peaceful. A little lamb. He relaxed more and snuggled into the blankets, sleeping peacefully.

He only got about an hour before a flare up woke him up. Ghost watched him with great interest. Despite the black out curtains, there was just a sliver of light in the room where Ghost had left it a cracked. Just enough for him to be able to see.

Johnny looked up in confusion before seeing him. He had a little color back in his face.

Ghost stood up and started to get closer. Johnny scrambled back from him. As if Ghost would ever raise a hand to him.

Quietly, he got him a drink and grabbed him by his ankle, pulling him closer easily.

"Here ya go." He handed him the bottle, watching the realization and then the embarrassment on Johnny's face. "Fell asleep before I thought to grab your address. I didn't want to go through your stuff."

Johnny looked at him for a moment before laughing, almost immediately wincing when he did. "You did it on purpose. I know you did."

"That's the store you'll tell everyone."

Johnny nodded. "Yes, sir. You keep all your guest rooms this dark?"

"You're not in a guest room."

Johnny looked up. "Not expecting any favors right?" Ghost must've looked as affronted as he felt because Johnny smiled. "Nah. Of course not. You're a nice guy."

Ghost hummed. "Most definitely not that." He closed the minifridge and then fixed the curtain, plunging them in to complete darkness. "I can leave, if you'd feel more comfortable."

"Can you do the thing with your hands again?"

Ghost didn't answer in words, just went over to him and shifted them around. He got in the bed with him and started to massage him gently. "There you go. I got you."

Johnny melted into him like putty. "Thank you."

"Course. Maybe you could stay for dinner."

"You keep doing this and absolutely I can."

[circusinthewalls]

☆ Those Simpler Sonnets ☆

Miguel is deep in the throes of his bi-monthly rut. You've quelled his voracious need for the time being, but the poor man can hardly even sleep without you. That's why he's quick to find you now, early in the morning long before the sun has even breached the horizon as you get yourself a drink of water.

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Tags: Porn With Plot, Just a little bit of plot, Like a tiny bit idk, Soft Miguel O'Hara, Feral Miguel O'Hara, Rut minus the ABO, Spider.. Instincts bullshit idk dude is just horny, AFAB Reader, My First Fanfic, god help, It's 4AM, Topping from the Bottom, Top Miguel O'Hara, One Shot, About as gender neutral as you can get with Spanish, Riding, Mutual Orgasm, Sorry if the Spanish isn't good I'm not a native speaker, Proship DNI, MDNI

a/n: This was uhh.. like not proofread at all? Also my first fic so bear with me. Tags and the fic itself are just pasted directly from ao3 because I have to be up before the sun tomorrow. Sorry for any grammar errors, but I hope you enjoy. o7 [ao3 link] [Masterlist]

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Miguel stirs in your shared bed, lazily outstretching an arm in search of your warmth. When it fails to be met with the familiar brush of your skin against his, worry sobers him, if only by a fraction. Upon cracking an eye open he realizes that you aren't in the room at all. What's more is that the door is cracked, distant light spilling in from elsewhere in the apartment. He doesn't bother to check the time, nor turn a single light on before sluggishly clambering out of bed and into the hallway. Not that he really needs to, of course. He can make out your scent growing headier with each step closer to the kitchen. 

You can hear him coming, or... sense it, rather. For a moment you pause in bringing the glass to your lips, offering a look back over your shoulder in his direction. To ensure he doesn't trip on the living room furniture, perhaps. It's not long after you cast your gaze forward again, sipping at the water in your hand, that you can feel his palms graze over your sides. They travel a languid path around to your stomach and soon settle down on your hips, pulling you back so his larger form can engulf your own. The movement makes you minutely aware of the soreness that's begun to emerge from your romping hours prior, but you pay it little mind.

Now that you're in his arms you can feel him soften significantly. You greet him with a small hum as you drink, and he gives a grunt in return. Having you near is enough to soothe his frayed nerves, evidently. He dips his head down and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, tiredly nosing along your jawline.

"Mi sol," he murmurs.

"Mm?"

"A kiss?"

A breathy chuckle slips out, but you oblige.

His lips don't stay on yours for long, though. Soon they're brushing back down your neck, just relishing the way you so graciously tilt your head off to the side. There's no stopping the groggy laugh that escapes when you can feel, no-- hear-- him sniffing you. He grumbles, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, but he can't help it. You smell so damn good, so damn perfect. 

Frankly, you can't help yourself either. The sun isn't even up yet and you're so tired, the way he's got his face pressed in against your neck, nosing and huffing-- You know he's in rut, but it takes all your strength not to burst out laughing.

Well, despite your best efforts you break anyway. With your head tipping back, you barely manage to set your glass aside on the counter to avoid dropping it as you dissolve into a fit.

It's in this moment, though, that the more instinct-driven side of Miguel's mind sees an opportunity and doesn't hesitate to take it. He bites down firm into the side of your now bared throat, releasing a low groan when he feels your giggles stutter off into a whine. This isn't the first time he's bitten you, and it certainly won't be the last. Yet still, the immediate surrender that seems to always overtake you rekindles his desires in an instant. He's all but ready to tear his boxers off and have another go at you if you'll let him, but he forces himself to relent somewhat. You'd lovingly taken the brunt of his insatiable appetite earlier in the evening as it was. Drunk off your scent or not, he'd be a fool to be so rough again so soon. 

Bringing one of his hands up from your hip to instead support your head with, he pulls off your neck. Your blood on his lips has his own rushing southward, so naturally he laves his tongue over the wound for a better taste. Cleaning and savoring you in tandem. You shudder at the feeling, another noise bubbling up, but he's quick to soothe you by peppering kisses atop the divots his teeth left behind.

"Can I?" he pleads in a whisper.

He's given you the upper hand on purpose, so you decide to tease him. While you're still in a position to, that is.

"Can you what?"

He huffs. You can feel how painfully stiff his cock is. He knows you can. Just to be sure, and maybe to get back at you, he pulls you harder back against it anyway. You snigger, but he's not in the mood to play games. If you're going to let him have you then he wants you now, not in five minutes when you're done laughing your pretty ass off again.

"Please?" he grits, but you don't miss the way the word almost teeters on being a whimper.

"You're no fun, Migs," you reply, hints of a fake pout tugging at your lips. Then you give him a playful jab with your elbow and peck on the cheek. "Of course you can."

That's all he needs.

Immediately he scoops you up and strides forth into the living room. He sets you down so he can settle on the couch, but he's soon reaching out for you again, one hand guiding you to straddle him while the other wrangles his erection free from its fabric confines. As luck would have it your patience is waning too, so while you're moving to get on top of him you tug his boxers down past his hips and off entirely. You throw your shirt off as well, and seeing as it was the only clothing concealing your gorgeous form, a satisfied growl rumbles in his chest at the sight of you. It's about the only thing that even begins to temper his growing need, second to actually being inside you.

When you've finally got your thighs planted on either side of his waist he brings a hand up to steady you while the other helps align him with your entrance. Or tries to, at least. You move his hand away, gripping his cock and holding it still so you can rut against the crown for a second, letting his pre slick up your already glistening folds further. 

He has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle a groan. Fiery want is coiled so tightly in his gut that it's liable to snap if you keep this up, but he's trying his hardest not to rush you. The faint mewl you let out helps a little. God, he loves the way you sound.

Bringing his tip back to your hole again, you at last begin to sink down. His hips buck weakly, aching for more of you, but you don't allow him to properly move until he's bottomed out. Even with the dull ache from your first round, being split open by him is exquisite. You barely register the strangled moan he lets out once he's fully sheathed. Your thighs are trembling around him and you're far too focused on how full you are. You're not even sure if you can get yourself to move.

"Fuck, Miguel," you keen. "I-"

Without missing a beat he's shifting beneath you, taking hold of your hips and planting his feet apart so he can do all the work instead.

"I can do it, amor," he breathes. "Just let me, baby. Just let me."

"God-" You swallow down a whimper and nod. "Yes please."

So he starts a slow pace, beginning with gentle rolls of his hips while you adjust. When those familiar, delicate whines begin to sound he makes a point to go a little harder. Not faster, really, but there's undoubtedly more force behind each of his thrusts. His own sounds of pleasure escape with them, panted groans and even the occasional growl when his eyes flicker down to where your bodies meet, watching how well you take him.

"Look at you... Paraíso terrenal.."

He grinds up into you, and almost cums right then and there when he feels your insides flutter weakly in response. Beautiful.

"That's the spot, isn't it?" he growls. "Gonna cum for me already?"

You're far too caught up in how good everything feels to do anything but moan. That's fine, though. He can tell you're on the edge just as much as he is, and he'll be damned if he's not about to fuck you over it.

It doesn't take long, either. Minutes pass by like seconds, your orgasm creeping up faster than you'd expected. While your insides are spasming he's holding you down on him, hips stuttering as he spills himself as deep as you he can get, body curled up somewhat from the intensity of his own climax. You ride out your shared ecstasy before ultimately collapsing in a sweaty heap.

The both of you are a spent mess, but you're content. Miguel can't be bothered to pull out, but.. honestly?

You're not sure you care.

Sleeping on the couch would be a lot colder without his cock in you, anyway. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[anystalker707]

pink lilies and red carnations

Pairing: Kikunojo x [ftm] Reader Kinktober prompt: strap game Tags: very sweet !!! / she's a sweetheart / fingering / penetration

KINKTOBER LIST MASTERLIST

          Kiku covered the lower half of her face with her hand as you leaned in, turning her head to the side—a chuckle escaped your lips, and you scooted closer to her on the futon. She kept her face turned away, still hidden, despite how she leaned back against you when you wrapped your arm around her.

“Baby,” you whispered, dragging out the word as you kissed a spot right below her ear, making her let out a shy whimper. “Let me give you a kiss, hm? I’ve been craving you all day long.”

As both your arms wrapped around her waist, Kiku melted more into your touch and let her head rest against your shoulder. “Just a little one?” She whispered, looking at you with those adorable eyes.

“…Sure.” You nodded; your eyes followed every little movement of hers as she slowly lowered her hand and leaned in, letting you kiss her lips gently. The kiss was sweet and gentle but slow as she cupped the side of your neck and deepened it herself. Her lipstick tasted nice, with a sweet fruity edge, smudging and staining your lips in the process. Eventually, her tongue slipped into your mouth and pressed to yours; your breath hitched in your throat. You took in a deep breath once Kiku pulled away, raising your eyebrows lightly. “Well, if that was a tiny little kiss…”

Kiku couldn’t help but giggle a little, covering her mouth with her hand for a moment. “I can’t help it when my man kisses me so well,” she whispered as if it were some sort of secret, then leaned in, pressing her lips to yours again.

You hummed softly into the kiss, cupping Kiku’s cheek gently with your free hand. This time, you were the one to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue glide along hers as you pulled her closer by an arm around her waist. She would eventually groan softly, but was mostly quiet until your teeth started tugging on her bottom lip—it drew a gasp from her, followed by a whimper.

“My dear,” she whispered against your lips.

“Mmm?” You smiled softly, gently caressing her jaw. “What’s it, sweetheart?”

“Please?” She whispered, blinking a couple of times as she pulled away just a little bit, enough to look at you properly. “Can I have you?”

With a smile, you nodded and kissed her gently again. “Of course,” you whispered, “can you remove your clothes for me?” Your thumb ran along her jaw while you observed her for a moment longer before letting go.

Kiku let her tongue peek between her lips, wetting them as she started undoing her obi, tilting her head lightly in that loving way when looking at you. Your heart fluttered a little, but you refrained from getting lost in her for now, instead standing up to go grab what you needed. You dropped it on the futon and started getting undressed as well.

A soft sigh escaped Kiku’s lips as she sat there, quietly observing you with the most adorable gaze in the world. It made you flush a little, but you smiled in response. She did a good job of sitting with her hands on her thighs, watching you get the strap ready. Once you were done, though, her eyes widened, and a red tone took over her cheeks as she looked away, as if you’d not been in a situation like that many times already.

“You can lay down.” You smiled, observing Kiku lay back and rest her head against the pillows as she looked at you, still blushing. She adjusted her legs to let you kneel down between them and sit down, pulling her thighs over your own.

Kiku’s pale skin gained a yellowish tone because of the warm light of the room that bathed her dimly. She was so beautiful, still with that shy air that sent her eyes averting away from yours whenever your gazes met. A tiny gasp escaped her lips when your hands met her skin, caressing from under her breasts to her waist, feeling her skin rise in shivers under your palms. The way your thumbs approached her hips, though, made her cock twitch against her lower stomach—it was already fully hard, flushed, falling back heavily against her.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to her abdomen.

“Hm…” Kiku held the sides of your head, gently letting her fingers run through your hair in a gentle motion. “Thanks, my dear.”

A smile tugged on your lips as you got up, letting her hands leave your head, and you grabbed the bottle of lube you’d left aside earlier. Kiku’s eyes followed your motions; you covered your fingers with a decent amount of lube before you could press them to her entrance. She gasped, softly, wrapping around the blankets. Her knuckles went white once your finger started to push in, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip; your free hand rested on a thigh to ease her, rubbing up and down the warm flesh.

She was tight around you, though taking your finger in with less resistance than you’d expected, so it didn’t take long for you to add a second one. A moan spilled from Kiku’s lips as they went in deeper, and you made sure to curl your fingers up against her sweet spot while slowly pulling out. More moans came from her with the way your fingers kept moving, lubing her up and stretching her nicely at the same time they gave her pleasure.

All of that had an effect on you as well. Just touching and observing Kiku had the arousal growing between your legs. As much as you cogitated also using a vibrator or something else for yourself whilst handling your lover, you decided to focus only on her for now.

“Mmph, good,” Kiku breathed at the third finger’s intrusion. Her back arched when your fingers curled, pressing right at her prostate. It sent sparkles running down her spine, ones that made her cock throb and start spilling pre-cum. You knew how to touch her so well, already having her toes curling just by fingering her, not even touching her cock. “I—I think it’s enough,” she whispered with a soft groan, squirming and clenching around your fingers.

“You’re doing well, sweetheart. Such a good girl,” you said softly, pulling your fingers out and proceeding to lube up the dildo of the strap-on instead. You took your time at the task, sometimes glancing at Kiku to see her taking deep breaths.

When Kiku opened her eyes again, you held her gaze, observing her back until she finally gave you a faint nod.

You knelt up lightly, just to adjust your position and lean over her, letting an elbow sink into the futon by her side while your free hand held on to the base of your cock to guide it into her—she gasped at the new feeling, holding still, resting her hands on your shoulders. Her grip was firm, sometimes getting tighter according to how louder her sounds were. Once it was all in, she held on for a moment until she relaxed again, letting her arms wrap around your shoulders instead.

“Good,” Kiku whispered, wrapping a leg around your waist.

“Okay,” you mumbled. Your other elbow rested by her other side so that you could set a good point of balance, slowly starting to move your hips. Kiku’s moans were quieter this time, shy, keeping like that even after your hips picked up a rhythm. “Let me hear you,” you whispered against her shoulder and kissed the skin gently.

Kiku bit her lip, furrowing her eyebrows as she felt your cock sink deeper inside her, also gaining intensity through time. It took her a moment, but she finally let her moans spill freely from her lips, filling the room along with your labored breathing and the sound of skin against skin.

“Please,” Kiku moaned. Her leg wrapped tighter around you, and you gave in to her wishes. She arched her back, thighs quivering with the way you managed to hit right into her good spots while you fucked her, just like always. It made her breath falter and her toes curl as her nails sank into your back, sometimes losing grip due to the sweat, which resulted in scratches along your skin. The pain only added up to the arousal that accumulated between your legs, though you focused on making her feel good, just as she deserved.

Kiku arched her back once you pressed closer—her cock was pressed between the both of you, receiving friction as well, adding up to all the pleasure she already felt. She whined, breathlessly, trying to warn you about how close she was, but it didn’t do anything; her words fell incoherent between her moans.

Apparently, you found that angle again. Kiku held on to you tighter, and your name came from her in a long, broken moan that made you throb in need.

“Oh, love,” you whispered, groaning at the intense motions, aching in need.

You pushed the thoughts away, letting your weight only on one of your arms to wrap your now free hand around her cock. It was hot, pulsating in your hand as you kept fucking her, and also soaking with the pre-cum. Just the fact you were holding her made her squirm more, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that she was coming the moment you started jerking her off properly, your hand tight and fast around her.

“O—Ohhhh,” Kiku whimpered, holding you closer as her orgasm hit her, making her mind blank for a moment. She threw her head back against the pillow, breath caught in her throat for the time it took her to get through her orgasm, while you kept touching her so nicely, making sure not to drive her into overstimulation.

Kiku eventually relaxed against the futon, still shuddering a little, but going further would be too much. Her chest heaved up and down in an attempt to catch her breath, constant aside from when you pulled your cock out and stopped touching her—it made her whimper softly.

“My dear,” she whispered, opening an eye to see you licking your hand clean from her cum; just the sight made her breath stop for a second. “Let me help you.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[cyberkinks]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

⤷︎︎ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰, none.

⤷︎︎ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬, boyfriend!jungkook, wom!reader, him teasing you, praising, riding, kissing.

⤷ ︎︎𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, use of foul language, use of pet names.

⤷ ︎︎𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞, smut, non idol au, boyfriend au.

⤷︎︎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, none

⤷︎︎ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫, this is for entertainment purposes only!

⤷︎︎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭����𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ❛ hello! i just wanna say thank you all for supporting me even tho i don’t upload as often as i should but here’s a little smut. ;) ❜

panting and your moans is the only thing that can be heard throughout your shared apartment. your hands had an insane grip on his shoulders, grabbing at the fabric of his black shirt.

his fingers were digging into the small of your back as if you were a dying man. his other hand ran along the side of your face, gently caressing it with so much tenderness and care.

his eyes stayed on you, watching your every facial expression and movement you made as you moved yourself against his thigh muscular thigh.

you’ve never rode his thigh before nor have you ever thought about it so when he asked you of course you were baffled but you still agreed out of curiosity and my my, what a great decision you made.

he flexed his thigh a tiny bit which was enough to make your mouth drop and a loud moan escape from your lips.

“jeon!” you gasped, curling your toes in pure pleasure “feels good, hm?” he asked moving one of his hands down to your ass, gripping it tightly.

you nodded before tilting your head back “so good!” you moaned, gripping onto his shirt tighter than before, speeding up your pace. the feeling of euphoria filled your veins as waves of pleasure flew through you “doing so good for me” he praised.

you swore you felt one of your acrylics breaking but it didn't matter to you in that intimate moment.

your pace started to slow down as your legs began to shake. you tugged down on your bottom lip and squeezed your thighs against his own.

your eyes rolled back “i’m close!” is all you could cry out “go ahead, baby.” he moved his hand up from your ass and towards your hip, helping you.

he flexed his thigh some more triggering your orgasm “there you go.”

your legs were shaking from the intensity of it as your upper body collapsed onto his, breathing heavy.

“enjoyed yourself?” he asked and you mumbled out a ‘yes’ making him chuckle “i could tell.”

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 © 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞

[aalissy]

Element

I wasn’t toooo sure what to write with today’s prompt but I really like this chapter anyway haha. Marichat banter is the best! Please, lemme know what you think :)

AO3

Sometimes Marinette felt like fire. Hot and fierce as she fought for both her classmates and the civilians of Paris as Ladybug. This felt especially true when she was hit by Psychomedians blast and her fire turned into a burning rage. 

She wanted to burn and, at the time, wanted to burn the city of Paris down with her. But she didn’t. Because her partner was with her.

Chat Noir was the ice to her fire. The water to her flame. The only one capable of cooling her down enough that she was still able to purify the akuma. 

Their partnership was perfect. It was why they worked so well together. When she got too hot, he’d inevitably cool her down. And, on the other side, Marinette was able to heat him up when he was too cold.

That was why she sat by her computer, giggling to herself quietly as she doodled. Marinette was drawing tiny pictures of her and Chat Noir as their respective elements. 

Was it productive? No...

But it did take her mind off of stressful days and allowed her to relax.

In the middle of designing him a new water suit, she heard a knock on her trapdoor. She didn’t even have to call out before Chat poked his head in, almost as though he knew that she had been thinking about him. 

He had been doing that more often lately. Honestly, Marinette had begun to look forward to his little visits. Like he always did, he helped her to calm down and relax. He did the same for both Ladybug and Marinette.

“Whatcha up to, purrincess?” Chat purred, flopping down onto her bed.

“Nothing much in particular.” She shrugged. Because it was true. She probably should have been working on homework or studying instead of doodling. “Just doodling.”

“Ooh, can I see?” he asked, already leaning over her shoulder to take a peek before she could answer.

Marinette snickered. Finishing a final stroke with her colored pencil, she tilted her journal towards him so that he could see the designs.

“Wow,” Chat breathed out in wonder, tracing his thumb lightly over the designs. “Is that me?”

“Mhm,” Marinette hummed. “I was just redesigning your water suit when you came in.”

Chat Noir's eyes sparkled with delight as he examined the intricate details of her imagined suit. The green hues and flowing lines captured both his original costume and the essence of water, accentuating his agile and fluid movements. Marinette watched his reaction with a soft smile, thrilled to see how much he appreciated her artwork.

"Marinette, this is incredible!" Chat Noir exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I might have to figure out a way to get Plagg to design my suit after this."

Blushing, Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling a surge of happiness from his words. "Aw, thanks a lot, Chaton. That really means a lot coming from you. I’m so glad you liked it. I was just about to start redesigning Ladybug’s suit next if you’d like to see that too?"

He nodded his head eagerly for a moment before a mischievous gleam lit up his eyes. Quick as a flash, he snatched her notebook and colored pencils from her, ignoring her indignant shout. 

Standing up, Marinette frowned over at him. She put her hands on her hips as he eyes narrowed. Just what was he up to?

“Give me a minute, Marinette. I want to draw you first,” Chat said before his tongue stuck out in concentration as he began scratching an image out onto her journal.

She blinked in surprise. Her lips parted to form a small o. He had stolen her notebook to draw an image of... her? Why would he do that?

Marinette watched with a soft smile on her lips as Chat’s brow slowly furrowed as he continued with his sketch. 

After a few moments, her curiosity got the better of her and she took a few steps toward him, taking a peek at his drawing. When she glanced at the page, her smile grew larger. 

It was a little doodle of her face. Her hair was in her trademark pigtails but she was winking up at the viewer, a cat-like grin on her mouth. Next to his drawing of her, Chat began to draw a mini-version of himself, beaming back at her.

It was adorable and exactly what she needed to cheer up today.

“That’s so cute, minou.” Marinette laughed when he was done, presenting the drawings to her with a proud smirk. “Thank you so much. I’ll treasure them forever.”

“You should.” He winked at her. “Chat Noir originals go for a lot of money, you know.”

Snickering, she shook her head at him, her pigtails brushing against her cheeks as she did so. “I’m sure they do.”

“Here, I’ll even sign it for you.” His smirk grew ever larger as he added a giant version of his signature beneath the drawings. “There you go. Now it’ll go for even more money.”

Taking the notebook back, Marinette grinned down at the Chat Noir that was signed with elaborate cursive on her page. With a giggle, she closed her notebook, placing it down before leaning against her desk. 

Crossing her arms, she cleared her face into a serious expression. “You know, I think I could have gotten a lot more for it if you had signed your real name.”

Chat blinked, looking momentarily shocked and a little nervous. After but a few seconds, Marinette couldn’t hold it anymore and exploded into a flurry of giggles. It took a little longer before he joined her in laughing, his guffaws even louder than hers. 

“I-I’m sure Monarch would have paid a lot of money for it,” he said in between laughs, clutching at his sides.

“Can you imagine Monarch bidding on a drawing you made? I would love to see that!”

“And yet, every time he would bid, Ladybug and I would bid higher, leaving him furious and also saving my secret identity from his evil clutches.” 

Marinette snickered at the thought. An image of her and Chat Noir, cuddled on a rooftop with a laptop as they slowly outbid Monarch in a war over a small doodle flooded her mind. The thought was priceless!

“Saving Paris by keeping artwork out of the clutches of evil. I suppose that’s why you and Ladybug make such a great duo.” Leaning forward, she flicked his bell, enjoying the small ding it made in her room.

 “It’s the purrfect plan, if I do say so myself.” Chat grinned down at her. 

Ripping out a couple of blank pages from her journal, Marinette sat on the floor with some colored pencils. 

“I suppose we had better get started then,” she said, already starting on a new drawing.

Chat’s eyes gleamed with happiness as he sat across from her. The two bantered and laughed late through the night, enjoying the other’s company as they drew picture after picture. It was a wonderful day.

[luselih]

animals || acheron

full nelson w acheron 😋 w very hinted/written in mind chubby reader (consent is not stated there and she ignored your beg so very much cnc (non con coded), will edit later)

“fuuck!— please, ohmygod! acheron! im sorr— so so sorry, please! my pussy, going to break-“

You chocked out as moans and gasps continued echoing through the room for hours now as tears steamed down your cheeks as droll escaped from side of your lips, your soft body caged on top of her body as she continued to mercilessly bully her too big cock into your tight little hole.

Her chest pressed against your back as she flexes her hips as she penetrates you so fully that it makes your stomach bulge so visibly. Her arms wrapped tightly underneath back of your knees and pulled back to it’s maximum as her hands rested behind your neck, forcing you to tilt your head down and stare at your vagina practically getting demolished and all because you wanted to mess up with her and do a little prank with her, saying you meet up with no one else but her ex, Black Swan in a bar and cheated on her.

You sweared it was just for teasing, you don’t like her or did anything like that immediately after seeing her expression but Acheron didn’t listened, she picked up you like a piece of paper and threw you over her shoulder as she give your ass a firm slap that made you yelp out loud as she carried you to your bedroom. Next thing you know you are clinging for the life as she blows your guts out.

“What’s wrong? can’t take any more? I thought you are a strong little girl? too much??”

Acheron said mockingly as she continued to mark your shoulders like an animal, desperate to make sure that everyone will know that she is having this pretty little cunny every night, that you were hers to love, cherish, support, fuck and ruin you apart and rebuild you again like she wanted too.

“your pussy is definitely not saying the same, sucking me all the way in such positions…”

She even could fell your walls clenching against her, even using you like a little toy without any consent given this time is making you cock drunk is driving her mad insane.

“such a whore for my dick…shameless”

She darkly chuckled as her hands swiftly escaped from your neck to between your legs, pulling and pinching your tiny bud as it made your legs buckle up and let out a chocked scream as her movements didn’t stuttered for a second as head of her cock continue to slam against opening of your cervix with full disrespect as she bullies your pussy open on her unprotected member.

Sooner than later this time, her movements became more intense and erotic as she made your quiver as another climax reached you again and she finally finish inside you, her seed slipping right into your uterus as she turned your head slightly to the side, kissing your cheek sweetly as she lowered your legs softly back to rest on the bed as she lowered her head back to your shoulder as her hand that was between your legs lifted to your stomach and she firmly pressed against your now visibly bulged stomach that makes you gasp and twitch around her as she whispered against your ear, her nose brushing against your neck as other hand found yours and held it in her.

“That’s the reminder that you are only mine.”

[fitzells]

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?” with mitch please?

notes: first time posting smut on here, just a little rushed blurb that isn’t edited because it’s midnight and i just wrote it so pls keep that in mind. this isnt written that great because im exhausted but wanted to be active on here!!!!!! trying to get used to this whole smut thing before i post my long ass stiles fic with full smut in it (help im scared) honest feedback is appreciated!!!!! this was also posted on the mobile app so the layout is funky (im nervy to post this it’s my first one and it’s like 800 words or something because i was too tired to do full smut and also didn’t want to think of back story. CLEARING OUT OLD REQUESTS THEY ARE CLOOOSSSSEEEEDDD!

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

His breath was hot on your neck as his hands slid underneath the hem of your dress, your head tilting back, hitting the large mirror behind you. You hated how easily you gave into his touch, you both knew that all he had to do was click his fingers and you’d come running.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved how much you needed him; he took pride in knowing that he was the only person who could really look after you, but he truly did hate that he kept messing you around. He’d tried to deny his feelings for you ever since he’d met you; you guys would hook up sometimes, but once you’d realised that you were falling for him and he clearly wasn’t ready for taking that a step that big yet, you backed away. You didn’t pressure him, or try guilt him into asking you out; you simply told him that you wanted to be in a relationship with someone who could commit to being more than ‘friends with benefits’

So, if he supposedly didn’t have feelings for you; why would he care if you showed up to the bar he was a regular at, on a date? He’d been seething with jealousy from the moment you stepped into the bar, in that tiny dress; looking so beautiful. You were his, so why the fuck were you laughing at that idiots dumb joke?

He’d sent you a string of texts, ignoring the ‘leave me the fuck alone’ text he was given as a reply. He knew you, and he knew that you’d be waiting in that bathroom for him; because you were his, and he was yours.

“Could he?” He repeated, hiking your dress up past your hips, his hand travelling down to rub his fingers over your underwear. You bit down on your lip, so hard you were surprised you didn’t draw any blood. You rocked your hips down onto his hand, screwing your eyes shut as you pawed at his Henley.

“No, Mitch.” You whined, mouth hanging open as he pushed the lacy fabric of your underwear to the side, rubbing his fingers through your heat. He kissed at your neck, nipping at your jaw whilst he grinned at the sound of you whining for him. “No one can.”

An ego boost, one that you definitely would not have given him had you been able to focus on anything but him. A lazy smirk stretched at his lips as he tilted his head up, catching your glossy lips with his chapped ones. The kiss was almost torturous, just as teasing as the slow movements of his hand against your sex. You elicited a satisfied gasp when you felt him push two of his fingers deep inside you, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit in a way that felt so insanely amazing you involuntarily squealed against his lips.

His fingers curled as your kiss turned sloppier, teeth clashing and tongues gliding against each other; neither of you necessarily cared that your strawberry flavoured lip gloss was all over his chin, or that there was an impressive hickey darkening on your clavicle; you were too wrapped up in one another to think about the consequences of your actions. His other hand pawed at your chest through the flimsy material of your dress, humming out a sound of approval against your lips when you shrugged the thin straps off your shoulders.

He pulled your pretty bra down just enough to free your breasts from their confines, toying with the fleshy mounds as he drilled his fingers deep into you. His lips moved from your mouth reluctantly, pressing open gentle kisses down your jaw, the softness of his lips contrasting greatly to the way his fingers were completely wrecking you. He sucked another hickey on your neck, groaning as you pressed him in close to you, locking your legs around his waist.

You allowed yourself to get lost in him, emptying your head of all things that weren’t Mitch. All you could smell was his cologne as you nuzzled your head in his shoulder, and you shut your eyes once more; getting wrapped up in him. He grunted, his hand dropping from his eager assault on your breasts to wrap it around your neck, tugging your head back to come face to face with him.

“Keep your eyes on me baby.” His whispered, kissing your lips gently before he was sliding his hand down your neck, his fingers toying with them once more. You arched your back into him, your hands journeying up to grip at his hair, giving it a firm tug. He’d always liked that, when you’d pull at his hair; it drove him absolutely wild, once you did that, he was putty in your hands. You both knew that. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

Your eyes rolled back, feeling completely withered at the feeling of his hands and the sound of his voice. Mitch Rapp was going to be the death of you. You emitted a particularly desperate scream once you felt his fingernails scrape that spot that drove you wild, and he knew he hit the jackpot.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Be my good fucking girl.” He groaned into you, grabbing your jaw and turning it back to face him. He knew you were close, and he didn’t want to miss a second of it. You weren’t even mumbling proper words, just whining babbled up versions of his name that differed everytime they fell past your swollen lips. He was rocking his hips into yours as his fingers drove into you relentlessly, and you swore you could feel a tear roll down your cheek at the feeling of him surrounding you.

“C’mon.” He muttered, his hand still gripping your jaw tightly as he watched you cup your breasts in your hands, arching your back in pure pleasure as you let out exhausted whimpers and whines into the cool air of the bathroom.

“Cum for me, give me everything you got, baby; I’ve got you.” He continued, your glazy eyes never leaving his; he ignored the ache beginning to become apparent in his hand, wanting you to reach your high right now, in front of him. “I’ve always got you.”

With that, you let out something between a satisfied whine and a desperate scream, clenching around his thick fingers as you tried to focus on not blacking out from the sensation, your head fell forward onto his shoulder whilst he helped you ride out your high. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth and releasing them with a pop and an insatiable groan. He fixed your dress, patted at your makeup and raked his hands through your hair.

“You wanna get out of here, Rapp?” You queried against his lips, arms wrapped around his neck as he helped you off the counter, allowing you to lean on him for support once he noticed your twitching legs.

He nodded slowly, a cocky little grin painting his face while he watched you with narrow eyes. “What are we gonna do about your little date, huh? I can’t kill another guy for you out of jealousy.”

He elicited a protesting whine as your foot kicked his shin, holding his large hands up in surrender whilst he chuckled lowly. “Kidding, never killed anyone in your honour. May have put a few in hospital though.”

“Mitch!” You hissed, weakly pushing away from him when he wrapped you up into his arms carefully; pressing soft kisses to your face. “I told him to go home after your ninth text. Said I was going to puke my guts up in the bathroom.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your hairline before spinning you around and guiding out out of the dingy bar. He walked you through the bar, your back pressed firmly against his chest.

“So,” He breathed into your ear. “Your place or mine?”