#blog of split sheets

[prentissluvr]

hold me, it's enough — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, hurt/comfort, established relationship, descriptions of physical assault, small injuries, blood, pet names (baby, honey), barely edited, 1.6K words. requested !

prompt : "who did this to you?"

MOVED BLOGS TO @sammyluvr !! no longer active on this blog! all fics can be found there!

the cruelest part about tonight is the way you have to call sam to come pick you up, like you’re some child who’s gotten sick at school. it’s embarrassing and makes you feel guilty because your call woke him up. he’d gone back to the motel early to sleep after a long hunt; took the impala after dean disappeared with a girl, leaving you alone in the bar with your own car in the parking lot.

he answers after four rings, voice a little husky from sleep as he says your name questioningly into the speaker.

“hey, sam,” you respond, sighing quietly to yourself, “sorry to wake you, but i– i can’t drive myself back to the motel… any chance you could pick me up?”

you hear the rustle of sheets from the other end of the line, and you assume it’s sam sitting up. “yeah, of course,” he agrees easily, already up and looking for socks to put on. you can’t see the light frown on his face as he picks up on all of the little nuances in your voice. “you don’t sound drunk. baby, is everything alright?”

you figured he’d ask, but the expectation doesn’t remedy your hesitation to answer. “i… sort of got into a fight. hit my head real hard and i don’t think i should be driving.”

the split second after your answer is enough to show you sam’s surprise. “jesus, honey, are you okay?” he asks, worry making his voice thick.

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. promise,” you reassure him. he takes a moment to consider your words; whether you’re lying for his sake or if you’re actually okay. your voice is clear and, though a little tired, sounds like you’re just fine. you don’t seem dizzy or out of sorts, and sam takes that as a good sign considering it was your head that you hit. so, he relaxes just a touch as he climbs into the impala. you hear the car door opening and shutting through the phone speaker.

“so, you got into a bar fight?” he asks, a touch of amusement in his voice. he’s still worried about you, but that wasn’t news he expected to hear tonight, or really any night at all. sure, you never back down from a fight, but you’re certainly not the type to start one either.

you roll your eyes a little at his tone. “sort of. the guy deserved it. i elbowed him in the guts and he shoved me. he looked utterly terrified when i stood back up and he saw the look in my eyes,” you describe, humor finding its way into your voice at the end.

sam wants to give a little laugh at your joke, tell you that he can imagine the man running away with his tail between his legs just from the look in your eye, but he’s still stuck on the fact that he shoved you. on the fact that he did something that warranted you to resort to physical violence. 

he clenches his jaw before asking, “did he try to touch you?” his voice is low as he presses down on the gas harder.

wishing your comment about the man’s scared look would have been successful in distracting sam, you sigh. sometimes, sam is too damn smart and he thinks too damn much.

“he got a little handsy, but i took care of it,” you reassure him. “it’s okay. pretty sure i scared him off so bad he left the bar.”

sam grits his teeth, trying not to react too strongly in a way he knows you won’t like. “i’m gonna beat his sorry ass.” he settles for angry, but not too much, and not even possible since the fucker’s already gone.

“yeah, i know,” you sigh into the phone.

the bar’s only ten minutes from the hotel, and sam gets there faster than that. he walks into the establishment, eyes scanning the crowded place to find your familiar silhouette seated at the bar, your left elbow resting on the counter and holding a rag and plastic bag filled with ice to your head. he rushes towards you, swiftly maneuvering between tables and moving bodies.

he says your name a few steps before he reaches you, as to not startle you, placing a worried hand on your shoulder blade when you turn to look at him. he sucks in a sharp breath when he sees your face. there’s drying blood streaking down the side of your face, and your eyes betray that you’re much more shaken by the incident than you were letting on over the phone. he curses your talent in sounding much more okay than you really are. his jaw clenches and his eyes are worried and angry.

“who did this to you?” his voice is rough, the words forced out through gritted teeth as he fights to stay gentle. you sigh at his words, able to tell immediately how angry he’s feeling.

“he’s gone now,” you say gently, secretly relishing in how protective he is of you. you instantly feel safer, much more secure with him in front of you. “i’m okay,” you say, knowing he needs to hear those words. “i promise. you know that head wounds always look worse than they are. and i wasn’t lying when i said that my glare scared him completely off.”

sam wants to tell you that he’s going to find this sorry excuse of a man, that he’s going to yell at him and hurt him and show him how horrible of a mistake he made by messing with you, but he won’t say all of that. though he’ll certainly think it. he is thinking it. but he knows that’s not what you care to hear, knows that anger is not the face you wish for him to wear.

“i believe that,” he finally settles on saying, voice softening just a little. “let’s get out of here. clean you up. there’s blood all over your face.”

you nod. another time you might quip ‘i know. it’s my face, i can feel it.’ today, you just let him place his hand on the small of your back and lead you out to the familiar black car. neither of you have to say anything to agree that you’ll come back for your own car in the morning.

sam’s silence is large, and yours is heavy. they stretch alongside each other, running out on the road with the spinning tires and escaping through the half open windows so that when sam sits you down on the edge of your shared bed, they’ve almost run out. each silence lasts until he sits next to you, first aid kit in hand, and he gently cups your face to turn it towards him. your eyes are a little shiny, and his face softens.

“i’m sorry this happened,” he whispers. “i shouldn’t have left you alone.” that’s when it hits you how guilty he’s been feeling this whole time, thinking about how nothing would’ve happened if he stayed.

“no,” you shake your head. “no, sam, this wasn’t your fault.” your voice is full of conviction as you say this, because it’s true. “you couldn’t have known this would happen. you only left because you know that i can take care of myself, and i did. i took care of it, and it’s over now. and i’m okay.”

“honey,” he chides, wishing you’d admit to him how you really feel. though he might start crying himself if he has to keep looking at you with so much blood on your face, so he takes the wet cloth he prepared in the bathroom and begins to gently wipe at your bloodied skin. the redness comes off easily, but he still hates the sight of it on the white cloth. “just because we deal with monsters and demons and horrible shit all the time doesn’t mean that creepy, pushy men are any less gross and scary than they really are. just because you can deal with it, doesn’t mean you should’ve had to.”

you purse your lips, then swallow against tears. the feeling of that man’s hand grabbing your wrist hard is still so visceral, and the way that you’d been so taken by surprise that his strength sent you sprawling to the floor still makes you feel sort of embarrassed. and sam’s soft hands and gentle reassurances are so contrasting, so good to you that it makes you a little emotional. 

unconsciously, your own hand drifts to the opposite wrist where the man grabbed you, the sleeve of your dress shirt wrinkled and skin tender from how strong his grip was. the movement catches sam’s eye, and his gaze darkens once again when he realizes how you were grabbed. you see the anger and guilt resurface on his features and you gently grab his wrist instead.

with confidence, you guide his hand to yours and hold it there, looking him right in the eye. your eyes swim with faith and sincerity as you wordlessly tell him that you trust his hands on you, on the places where you’re bruised and bloody.

“it’s okay,” you say, voice hushed and assured. “this… it’s enough, sam. it’s all i need.” just these few words tell him that you don’t care that he wasn’t there when it happened, that his care and comfort in this moment are enough to make it better. that his understanding and worry and protectiveness still mean so much. that things happen, but you’ll be okay so long as he’s there to hold you in the aftermath.

so he does just that. he cleans and dresses your wound, and holds you close on the edge of the bed until you ask to go to sleep. then he holds you under the covers, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and whispering sweet things, until there’s nothing but soft darkness and his touch left, and you’re asleep.

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: The Next Time We Fall Asleep, We Could Die! [Yandere Demon!Dabi x Reader]

Title: The Next Time We Fall Asleep, We Could Die! [Yandere Demon!Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You try not to fall asleep--and it fails spectacularly.

For Horrorfest request: sleep paralysis demon dabi x reader please?

Word count: 700ish

notes: yandere, non-graphic sexual assault

The bedsheets underneath you are rumpled and ill-used, tossing and turning with your body as you try desperately to stay awake while still getting something like rest. An online blog said–and you hoped it was true–that if you laid down in bed and simply rested, you’d get the benefits of taking an actual power nap.

And sure, you were trying to replace your 8-square-hours-a-night with fake naps, but it had to help. Even just a little. Just a tad, just a titch. If it didn’t, well, it meant you were finally going out of your fucking mind.

But you couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You won’t. You lift your head and slam it down on the pillow to prove your point. To keep yourself awake, too. 

Because if you fall asleep, o God, if you fall asleep, you know he’ll come for you. O God, he would pin you down and make you scream and cry, and–

O God, you think, pressing your head against the cool pillow, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

“Do you always quote Hamlet when you fall asleep, or are you just feeling extra pretentious today?” A voice drawls in your ear, and no, no-no-no-no-no-no–

You can’t move an inch. Can’t do so much as blink, even. Your eyes are stuck open wide, staring into the darkness, and you smell him before you see him; the acrid smoke that sticks inside your nostrils like tar, no matter how many times you desperately breathe out, snorting like a child having a tantrum.

And then you see him, the whites of his teeth gleaming with his grin as he straddles you, body impossibly heavy as he keeps you pinned to the bed. Not that you can struggle, anyway; during these dreams, these nightmares, you can’t do so much as wiggle a finger. Move a muscle. Open your mouth to scream for help or beg for mercy that won’t come.

“You’re so cute like this,” he says, breathing hot air into your face. Everything about him is warm. His body, his breath, the touch of his fingers as they roam across your skin. He’s burned, you know that; burned and stapled up, a patchwork of stitches.

“You’re like a pretty doll for me to play with. You like that, don’t you?” 

You don’t. You want to scream this in his face. Or beg him to leave you alone. But you don’t even have the privilege of doing that. Instead you’re stuck, silent, immobile, unable to do anything but stare helplessly as he does whatever he wants with you.

He grins wider, and you swear his smile splits, but it’s so hard to tell in the dark. That’s where he always keeps you, in the dark, on your bed, underneath him as he touches and pokes and everything always leads to the same eventuality: him inside you, warm and heavy and too rough, and it’s the only time your body moves during the whole ordeal. 

Not because you gain any control over it, but because the force of his thrusts force your body to shift on the sheets, a cold sweat sticking to your back by the end of it.

Sometimes it feels like he keeps you for days instead of hours. But every time you wake up, body drenched and sore like you’ve been struggling against an impossible force in your sleep, it’s always simply the next morning. 

A simple nightmare, that’s all, you’ve told yourself time and time again. But simple nightmares don’t leave your muscles aching for days. Simple nightmares don’t waft the lingering scent of cigarette smoke over your pillowcase. 

Simple nightmares don’t always end with the same exact thing–the scarred demon kissing your cheek and crooning out,

“See you tomorrow night, yeah?”

[aciddrattboyy]

blindfolded

you and choso try a new idea in bed and he ends up loving it <3

choso x gn!reader ☆ smut ☆ wc: 1.3kcw: blindfold, thats it i think a/n: i actually reread through ths trying to check, im 98% sure this is a gn!reader fic i didnt see anything that implied otherwise but if someone does catch something pls lmk <3 also im not sure if this is a reupload bc i have no clue whether or not i ever posted this on my old blog also also sub choso is my favorite choso ok goodnight

☆

“wait a second…” choso’s voice trailed off as you wrapped a cloth around his head, effectively cutting off his vision and giggling as you did so. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited; his dick already straining against his sweatpants. he sat with his back against the headboard of his bed, legs splayed out and you kneeling between them. 

“you look so pretty like this,” you whispered in his ear, causing him to jump slightly. his dick twitched at your words and your close proximity, trying so hard to keep his breathing steady. choso was never incredibly vocal in bed; usually only letting small groans and strings of praises leave his lips as he fucked you. but this was different, this felt different and for some reason choso couldn’t help but make noise.

his breath hitched as he felt your hands splay across his bare chest as you began peppering kisses all along his neck. shakily, he placed his hands on your hips, squeezing slightly before being stopped by you.

“what’re you doing,” his voice was low, as if he was afraid of speaking too loud as you took his hands off your hips and let them drop at his side. you let out a soft hum as you skim your hands over his inner thighs, relishing in the way his face was turning red.

“ ‘m gonna make you feel good, but you can’t touch me ‘til i say or i’ll have to tie your hands too,” your voice was challenging, both of you knowing no matter how tight or intricate you could make a knot he’d find his way out sooner rather than later. not wanting him to quip back you quickly slid your hand over the crotch of his sweatpants, immediately being able to feel how hard he was. “wow cho’ i didn’t know you’d get so excited,” 

soft pants left choso’s lips as his hips bucked forward at the sudden touch. he let his head hang as he gripped the sheets on either side of his hips. you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight; choso’s cheeks tinged pink as his chest moved up and down rapidly. it was truly a sight to behold.

looking at his parted lips you couldn’t help but feel the need to place yours against his. you shuffled closer, wanting to tease him a bit more. but as soon as choso felt your breath fan against him, he surged forward, smashing his lips against yours. you immediately kissed him back with just as much tension, gripping his hair with one hand as the other clung onto his arm. when you felt how tense the muscles in his bicep were from gripping at the sheets you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. trailing your hand down his abdomen, you began to palm him roughly through the cloth of his sweatpants. 

“oh shit-” choso cursed against your lips, his body now trembling slightly with need and what felt like new sensations. pulling back, you watched as his lips tried to follow you. “wait please-” before he could beg you to not stop you were reaching for the waistband of his pants, swiftly pulling both his underwear and pants down just far enough to let his dick spring out, smacking wetly against his lower stomach. his panting became a lot louder and heavier as you simply admired your boyfriend for a moment. 

“you really like this dont you,” you teased, skimming the tips of your fingers along the underside of his dick. the whine he let out was downright pornographic and for split moment you thought about ripping the blindfold off of him and letting him have his way with you. using every ounce of self control you have, you keep yourself from doing just that. finally wrapping your hand around the base of his dick you slowly began to stroke him, collecting the precum that was beading at his tip and dragging it back down the rest of his length. 

you never expected choso to be very vocal, especially not now in such a vulnerable state. so you keep your eyes on his face, drinking in every change of his features and the red tint on his cheeks and neck. 

“feel good cho’ ,” you ask softly, speeding your languid strokes just slightly, desperate to see his face contort in pleasure again. he was quick to nod his head, lip caught between his teeth as he so desperately tried to keep himself from fucking up into your first. 

“faster,” having drifted your sights down to what was in your hand, your head snapped up at hearing his strained voice. 

“what was that baby,” you asked sweetly, noticing just how white his knuckles had turned, still gripping onto your sheets tightly. you squeezed the base of his tip, drawing a low groan out of him. 

“y/n please- faster-,” his nose was scrunched slightly as his jaw went slack. it surprised you how much he was loving this. you smiled to yourself when you thought what other things he might secretly love. 

“well since you asked so nicely,” you hummed, leaning forward to place small kisses on his temple as you began jerking him at an excruciating pace. the cries he was now letting out were a lot louder, less filtered as his resolve to hold back started to crumble. 

“please let me touch you- i need to touch you,” his voice was ragged in your ear as his arms started to shake. a sense of pity came over you as you felt him shake. so you nod your head, placing steady kisses along his collar bone now.

“go ahead cho’, touch me baby,” his hands immediately flew to your waist, gripping onto you tightly. you yelped against his neck at the sudden movement, taking in his ragged breaths and pants as the little restraint he had started to give away. at this point he was now messily fucking his hips upward into your fist, head thrown back against the headboard as his thighs began to shake. you wanted to keep leaving marks on him, but knew taking in the sight of how fucked out he looked now would be worth it. so reluctantly, you remove your lips from his skin, sitting back as you watched him practically fuck himself into your fist. 

“ ‘m close baby ‘m so close,” his bangs were starting to stick to his forehead as he continued to whine and moan. this was a new side to choso you hadn’t seen before and you could already feel yourself getting addicted to it. 

“go head pretty boy make a mess for me,” you didn’t miss the way his hips begin to stutter at the nickname, smiling as you took note of that for later. 

with a long drawn out string of curses, choso finally came, hips going rigid as hot cum shot onto his abdomen and your hand. while his body began to relax you continued to slowly pump your fist, wanting to help him ride his high out as long as he could. 

only stopping when you felt him flinch from the overstimulation, you reached for the blindfold with your clean hand, pulling it off with a smile. choso blinked quickly for a few moments before looking at you with wide eyes. 

“i take it you had fun?” you cocked an eyebrow at him, a playfully grin on your face. choso not being able to take the embarrassment, quickly pulled you into his arms holding you tightly even as you tried to pull away. “w-wait you have cum on you,” you squealed trying to get out of his grasp.

“ ‘s your fault,” he mumbled against your neck, breathing in your scent with a soft hum. 

“ c’mon we need to clean you up,” you pleaded, still trying to wriggle out of his arms. this caused him to pull back again, arms resting on his shoulder as he looked at you with a genuine confused expression.

“you don’t seriously think we’re leaving this bed without you cuming do you?”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very much appreciated <3

[melancholyhigh]

mother do u think u can do subby leon with a lactation kink? or dom leon. (re4 him is so daddy)

masterlist.

note. thank you sm for the request anon <33 there's def a lack of dom leon on my blog. i haven't written a dom character in a while so i'm sorry if i'm rusty ;(

content. nsfw. 0.7k words. dom!leon, p in v, sleepy & soft sex, fingering, squirting, creampie.

It takes a few kisses shared between Leon, and you’re already soaking through your panties. It’s humiliating as you whimper into his mouth, his soft lip pressed to yours.

In your defense, you’re fucking tired. Leon couldn’t sleep, and even though he didn’t want to disturb you from your peaceful slumber, what kind of lover would you be if you didn’t try to help? You didn’t know it, but your warmth presented with so much comfort you would never understand. 

Even on nights like these, where he couldn’t rest, the slow, sensual kisses he left on your pouty lips were enough to calm his worries. 

Running your fingers through his soft hair, you moan quietly, subconsciously grinding onto him. Leon groans at the feeling of your clothed cunt, drenched, sliding along his muscular thigh. He adores the ways you respond to his touch. Your hardened nipples, peaking through your thin shirt and the shy whimpers you let slip.

It wasn’t his intention to get you so worked up, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy you whining his name, pleading for his touch. His calloused palms squeeze the supple flesh of your waist, bringing you closer to his warm body. He continues to tease kisses down your neck, nipping the sensitive flesh. 

He wants to hear you beg for him. Beg for him to please you like no one else can. He wants to admire you as you fall apart, writhing on the sheets and crying out for him.

Your eyelids are heavy, and the building pleasure in your core makes it nearly impossible to doze off. You nuzzle your face into the crook of Leon’s neck, your nails grazing his scalp to the back of his neck.

“Leon, please,” you mumble deliriously, your words dragging out. Leon slips his hand into your panties, using his deft fingers to collect your arousal before pressing on your pulsing clit. You moan breathlessly, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, attempting to conceal your loud whines. You didn’t want another noise complaint.

“This pussy’s so needy f’me, angel,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. His ring and middle finger enter your hole and slowly thrusts into your cunt. Your pussy flutters around him as he rubs your sensitive nub with his thumb. His hardening dick is pushed to your plush thigh as he plays with your drooling cunt.

A hitch in your breath indicates you’re nearing your climax, but Leon ceases his fingers in your cunt. You’re dazed, your eyes glazed over, overwhelmed at the sudden loss of pleasure. You rock your hips, fucking yourself on his thick fingers, and Leon chuckles at the sight.

“Want you to cum on my cock, sweetheart,” he says, and you scoff tiredly at his words. He shifts his position on his bed between your thighs. He marvels at the wet spot on your panties before pushing them aside, exposing your leaking pussy to his eyes. 

He moves his basketball shorts down, exposing his fully erect dick, dripping with pre. The head of his cock bumps your throbbing clit as he glides it along your slick folds. He groans as he pushes himself into your tight cunt, your warm walls fluttering around his fat cock.

He begins to thrust into you, his hips moving back and forth, your arousal dripping down, coating the inside of your thighs. Moaning when you clench around him, he fucks you quickly and steady. You’ve done so much for him. The least he can do is make you cum. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, trying to keep your eyes open as he splits you with his cock. He’s so deep that you can feel each vein of his shaft. Broken and shaky moans escape your bruised lips and your back arching off the silken sheets.

“Leon!” you cry loudly, thighs twitching and tears welling up in your eyes.

You come undone, clamping tightly around his cock and your pussy spurting a clear liquid, gushing onto the mattress and his flushed skin. He leans down, kissing you deeply and passionately as he finishes inside you with a loud groan. 

Slipping out of you, he admires his and your combined fluids as they leak out of your overly sensitive cunt. He caresses your tear-stained cheek softly, observing as your breath evens out.

“Let’s get cleaned up, baby.”

“Mfm, can’t we jus’ keep cuddling?”

[theladyofmanyfandomsafterhours]

More Than We Thought.

Shanks x Reader

Explicit | NSFW | 18+ only

Warnings: Heavy (but ‘delicate’?) smut under the cut - trust me. There’s no build up, we just dive right in.

A/n: It’s purely self-indulgent. I’m hiding under my covers so you can’t see me - is it working?

Inspired by Dirtier Thoughts by Nation Haven.

I’ve written clean fanfic over 6 years so I’m terrified to post something so explicit. But we’re allowed to branch out right?

For less steamy fics, try the main blog.

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Shanks pressed his hand just under your belly button, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of where his hard length had entered the most intimate part of your body. He could feel himself squeezed inside. He moved forward slightly and saw the bulge underneath his palm follow the movement.

He glanced up at you and saw your head laying on the mattress, chin tilted up and lips between your teeth. He pushed in deeper and the bump grew slowly. You hummed at the sensation. Heels adjusting on the edge of the bed as you spread your legs as much as you could to let him in.

Taking the positive signs, Shanks kept going further - keeping an eye on the way your hand gripped the sheets. But his main focus was seeing how high the bulge under your skin could go before there was no more space. He wanted it to reach your belly button but even the human body had its restraints.

Bit by bit, he pushed until you let out a soft gasp when he had hit capacity. Shanks looked down at where you were connected, a small frown settled on his face - there was still a bit more of him left.

“Shanks.” You whispered. “What’s wrong?”

The Red-Haired pirate smiled. “I’ve filled you but I...” he leaned forward to kiss your neck. “I’m bigger than we both thought.”

There was a pause before you gave a breathy response. “Push it in.”

Shanks peppered another slow kiss beside the first letting his tongue linger just a little. “Are you sure?”

Looking down, you finally met his eyes since it all started. “Push it in and then repeat it.”

Shanks laughed softly and caught your mouth with his. Nipping the bottom lip when he pulled back. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow if I start.”

Lifting your head up slightly, you copied his kiss and tugged at his lip lightly. “I dare you to have me not walk for a whole week.”

The grin on Shanks’ face distracted you for a split second until there was a sudden harsh pressure in your core as he forced the rest of himself inside you. The fit was undeniably tight and Shanks knew it. He hit the one sensitive spot that made you react in a way that made his heart race. Head thrown back, eyes closed, your mouth opened but was unable to voice a desperate scream. Only managing a short and sharp, “A-Ah!”

“Are you okay?” Shanks asked just to be sure.

You took a few seconds to catch your breath and adjust to his size. “Fine - a little warning would have been nice.” You told him honestly. When his smile dropped a little, you grabbed his chin and smiled. “But where’s the fun in that, right? Do your worst.”

“Looks like you’re not going to be able to talk for a week either.” Shanks returned with a smirk.

He pulled out carefully and when his hips moved a second time, he slammed himself into you - this time getting one hell of a scream from your lips. Then he did it again - pulled out to the tip before ramming back inside - and then again, determined to make your legs tremble until they wouldn’t hold you upright for the next week…or more.

Each thrust sent your voice screaming spirals into the air sometimes as a cry of pleasure other times just his name - and it only spurred him on. When Shanks started to speed up, your hands found his body. Nails clawing into his skin with a dull pain but it was nothing compared to what he was pounding into you.

If it became too much, you would shout the designated safe word but until he heard any part of that phrase, you were at his mercy. His hard length diving in and out of your body -

…until you couldn’t speak.

…until your legs quaked.

…until you had no more of your juices to release.

…until your insides were drowned in his hot spend.

And until your body was newly shaped to fit all that he was squeezing.

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A/n: Still in shock I wrote that. Sweet dreams x

[ameliora-j]

the need for sonny to pump his cum in me in HIGH but the need for stepdad sonny to pump his cum in me makes me want to tear my skin off and give it to him as a gift

content: stepcest, size kink, breath play, cnc, overstimulation, breeding, degradation, impact play, cum play, infidelity kink, accent kink (? making this a kink actually cus his gets me wet lol), THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

his big strong arm wrapped around your neck, the other pressing your head against his elbow as he pounds you into his mattress. your previous four orgasms leak on the sheets beneath you two as you sob and gasp for breaths.

“daddy… i… please can’t cum anymore” you beg through sobs, fighting for breaths through his muscular forearm. your head is spinning as you begin to see black spots in your vision. his cock splits your pussy open as he pounds into your gspot.

his accent thickens and his cock twitched as he hears you cry. “i didn’t fuckin ask, slut” he mumbles wit a rough ‘slap’ to your ass. you shriek as your cunt clenches around him, your hips involuntarily bucking back in an attempt to force his fat dick deeper into your tiny little pussy. “you just fuckin lay there. let y’daddy breed you like a good fuckin fleshlight” he growls.

sonny cries out as his balls tighten up. his head falls back as he pounds you harder, gripping your hips tighter as he chases his orgasm, using your pussy to get himself off. he chokes out a loud moan as you sob, your pussy involuntarily giving him a fifth orgasm as he spills rope after rope of cum into your sopping pussy.

he forces his cum back in with three thick fingers, pressing so deep into you that his cool metal wedding band touches your puffy little pussy lips, making you whine. “there’s my good little whore” he smirks softly as he fingers his cum back into your pussy.

[roseykat]

KINKTOBER DAY 7

TITLE: Cum as you are Part 1

SUMMARY: How each of the members of the Hyung line react to making you squirt. 

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever. 

TAGS: mentions of oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, orgasms, overstimulation.

KINKTOBER23 - MASTERLIST

KINK: Squirting

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BANG CHAN

Every time Chan is buried inside you, his main goal is to make you cum first, and make you cum hard. Even though he has no trouble getting you right to that very edge, it’s always still his main priority. He gets off on feeling your thighs shake around his body, how wet your pussy is. Chan could easily get lost in just watching you cum, especially when he makes you squirt.

It’s not a rare occurrence, but it does happen and always seems to when he’s eating you out. His chin drips with your juices whenever he’s made you cum to the point where you just can’t any longer. He’ll eat you out right to the very end of your orgasm and then some. Not until the sheets beneath you both are soaked through.

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MINHO

Just about every time he fucks you he can make you squirt, and it’s almost always in positions where he’s taking you from behind. Other times it’s where you’re bound or tied up with a vibratior held against your clit. That being said, Minho gets very smug and satisfied about seeing the floor wet, seeing the bed wet, or whatever surface he has you on, wet.

He knows that making you cum that hard is actually quite taxing, but it’s a sight he’d pay to see. The way that you quiver when you squirt, your muscles spasming around his cock as you soak him. He’s a fiend for it. Nothing less.

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CHANGBIN

The first time he made you squirt, he was quite surprised. He knew what it was, it was just the fact that he made you cum so hard that, that was the result of it. Since then, he’s always tried to replicate that method of getting you to orgasm in that way and whenever you do, Changbin has to stop himself from cumming. He cannot for the life of him get enough of watching your eyes roll back, feel your nails digging into the flesh of his biceps.

He has the strength to hold and keep you in positions where you just can’t move and have no choice but to take the full length of his cock. That feeling of satisfaction and beautiful pressure penting up inside you is enough for him to make you squirt around him while he’s still fucking you - which is no easy feat.

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HYUNJIN

When Hyunjin made you squirt for the first time, he didn’t stop until he practically ran you dry. The majority of his sheets were soaked through, your legs were shaking by the end of it, and a lot of his clothes were wet in the process. That was only from finger fucking you. After that, a determination grew inside of Hyunjin to try to make you cum like that at least once every time the two of you had sex.

The first couple of attempts weren’t as successful as he hoped them to be - he still made you cum, but he knew your body could take more. So you both experimented in positions, added in a mixture of toys, pain play here and there until Hyunjin clocked onto overstimulating you, where you started to squirt more. He found that when he’s fucking you and toying with your clit, you’re a goner. Consider everything around you drenched from what his cock can do to your body.

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A/N: I know that Hyunjin doesn’t always consider himself as part of the ‘hyung line’ but I did include him just to split things evenly :) Maknae line will be out too x

[seedsofagony]

Breakfast in Bed (KnY ♡ Kyojuro)

Cherrytober Day 24: Morning Sex // Body Worship

Series: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Characters: Rengoku Kyojuro

Word Count: 1,341

Summary: modern au, x reader (f), vampire Rengoku, fluff and smut, body worship, choking if you squint, marking if you squint, monsterfucking, morning sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, no pregnancy, vampirism, wounds, blood, blood loss

Notes: Aftercare is juice and cookies ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Disclaimer: Underage, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked. For everyone 18+, FUB free or filter my unique tag for this event: #sweets🍒24

ETA: Since this fic is getting a little traction, I'd like to remind everyone that minors are not welcome here. I block underage, ageless, and blank blogs.

Kyojuro crawls underneath the blankets just as the sun begins to rise, rays of light sweeping across the bed. He pulls the sheet over your heads and hugs you close, enveloping you in a soft cocoon.

"Cold!" You startle awake, flinching as he presses his cool skin against you.

Kyojuro plants a kiss on your forehead. "Sorry…"

Still groggy, you blink at the sunlight filtering through the sheet. "You're late."

He smiles, bright enough to rival the early morning sun. "I was watching you sleep."

You make a wry face. "That would sound creepy coming from anybody but you."

"I love watching you sleep—you're so beautiful."

Bedhead, cheek imprinted with the wrinkles of your pillowcase, oversized pajama shirt turned halfway around—you can imagine just how "beautiful" you look.Your preternatural lover, however, is, as always, an absolute vision.

His golden hair curls softly around his face, framing bright ruby eyes and that dazzling smile, his canines coming to sharp points. Blue veins spider along his temples and down his neck to the bared pale skin of his muscular chest. They flow down his belly and disappear beneath the waistband of his pajamas—incidentally, the bottoms to the shirt you're wearing now.

Eying those veins, you coil a strand of his hair around your finger, then let it unspool. "You haven't eaten yet."

"Not since dinner."

You flick your eyes back to his mouth, the white pearl of his canines. "You want breakfast?"

Kyojuro's face darkens and, for a split second, he is every bit the predator you know him to be. His gaze moves to your neck, lighting on the neat, twin wounds he gave you the night before. You swallow, stomach fluttering at his unabashed hunger. But it's momentary—his expression quickly softens to its usual sweetness.

"Are you sure…?"

A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. "I love breakfast in bed."

He hesitates. You ruffle his hair, "That was an invitation by the way."

Kyojuro scrunches his face as you give him the golden retriever treatment, closing one eye as you tousle his waves. He reaches up and catches your hand. Bringing it to his lips, he presses a kiss to your palm.

"You're so good to me," he murmurs.

Shifting, he kneels over you, pulling the sheet tight across his back, pinning it against the mattress with his forearm to block out the morning light.

"You don't want me to close the curtains?"

"I don't mind," he says. There's a slight edge to his voice, an eagerness that tingles pleasantly between your legs.

Matching his mood, you shrug out of your shirt and shove it aside. Your bare skin prickles at the cold emanating from his body, nipples coming to pert buds in the chill.

"You really are beautiful," Kyojuro says.

He cups your cheek with his free hand and strokes the corner of your lips before drifting down to your throat. Your breath catches as the tip of his thumb just brushes one of the wounds.

His brow creases with concern. "Does it hurt?"

"A little," you admit. "But it feels good, too."

Kyojuro hums, his grip tightening ever so slightly, closing around your naked throat. You can see the confliction in his eyes—the temptation to give in to his most base desires warring with his fierce love for you, his fragile and very much mortal mate.

Your pulse quickens and he flinches as it races beneath his fingers. It's frightening, titillating, knowing you're at the mercy of a killer, but there's no question in your mind—Kyojuro would never do anything to harm you.

His fingers loosen, just as you knew they would, and he moves to your breast, palming your soft flesh, teasing your nipple with the flat of his hand.

Kyojuro's touch glides down to your belly. "Do you know what you look like to me?"

"A snack?" you tease.

Your joke sails over his head—he didn't even hear you, he's so transfixed by the dip in your waist, the curve of your hip. "A goddess."

Again, coming from anyone else, a line like that would never work. But, lying beneath him, soaking up his tender, loving gaze, you blush—a fact Kyojuro doesn't miss. He responds immediately to the high color in your cheeks, erection tenting his pants.

Slipping your fingers beneath his waistband, you push it down, tugging his bottoms over the mound of his ass and his straining erection. Kyojuro kicks them off as he pushes your thighs apart, still gripping the sheet with his other hand.

For a brief moment, you each pause to admire the other—his twitching length and the leaking bulb of his head, your hips angled in offering and the sweet nectar almost dripping from between your legs. Then, as if in mutual abandon, you embrace each other.

Kyojuro slides forward, covering your body with his, cock nosing at your slit. You take him easily, stretching around him as he groans, burying himself to his base. You close your hands over his hips as he begins to thrust, rutting into you with smooth, rolling licks.

He presses his forehead to yours, "Feels so good…"

You hum in agreement, basking in the way he fills you up, his length reaching the deepest part of you, your walls stretching deliciously around his girth. You turn your head and Kyojuro buries his face in the crook of your neck. His lips brush over your wounds, a fluttering kiss followed by the drag of his tongue, slick with hungry saliva.

"Can I?" he asks, breath icy on your neck.

Biting your lip, you answer—reaching up, you tangle your hands in his hair, pulling his mouth against your throat. Kyojuro throbs inside you. Groaning, he snaps at your neck, teeth sinking into your flesh. You gasp and moan, warmth flooding your body.

Teeth and tongue working against your skin, Kyojuro's pace quickens. He drinks you up greedily, pulling long draughts from your neck, rutting with primal need. Closing your eyes, you hold him to you as your head begins to spin. You bring your knees up and wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him.

A whine rises from Kyojuro's chest. He nuzzles your neck, making needy sounds, gulping you down. A swoon presses you back against the pillow. It's hypnotic—the rhythm of his hips, his cock dipping in and out, and his tongue on your bleeding throat. You can feel your climax building, your flush leaking out into Kyojuro's starving mouth. Fingers caught in his hair, thighs clutching his rolling hips, you cum, moaning against his temple.

Kyojuro thrusts through it, feeding your core as it clenches around him. His teeth sink deeper into your throat—the predator satisfying himself, taking everything you're offering. He bucks fast and deep, desperate, urgent. Growling, bite tightening, he thrusts to his base, cock spurting hot inside you.

Still holding you by the throat, he doesn't release you till he's spent his last drop. He eases his teeth from your neck, drawing a shiver from you as he laps once, twice, at your wounds.

Pushing himself onto his elbows, he looks down at you, smiling as he catches his breath. The predator has been sated, and the drape of the sheet over his head looks like a veil, the light shining through, a halo. A healthy flush colors his cheeks, the tracery of blue veins all but vanished from his skin.

You brush the hair from his eyes with trembling fingers. "That was some wake up call…"

Kyojuro's smile widens, "I'll get you something to eat."

You shake your head, "The curtains." His smile fades. "Don't worry about it. I'll eat something when I get up. Just come here."

Kyojuro shifts, stretching out beside you. He slides his arms around your waist, and pulls you close, tucking you under his chin. Pressed against his chest, you can hear his borrowed heartbeat gradually slow as he begins to drift off. You nestle against him, safe and sound in the arms of a killer, and go back to sleep.

[leonenjoyer69]

Harry has returned for the land of neglect, and now has an updated mindscape ref sheet :3

And an additional doodle :3 (with goop and not goop bc I like both)

It's been,, a long while since I talked about him, so a bit of rambling!

Once again, Harry is more so the original, pre potion Jekyll than a combined Jekyll and Hyde, with added trauma and paranoia from being trapped in the mindscape for so long :3. He got trapped away in the mindscape while Jekyll and Hyde got split off from him-- Jekyll believing, ofc, that he himself is the real Jekyll, and that Hyde is a fragment of him. Which! Makes it fun once Harry regains control and Jekyll realizes that he's also just a broken piece :3

Other silly things! Hes slightly shorter than Jekyll, but that's mainly bc he slouches a bit now. He also has a Scottish accent he can't really shake, especially after speaking with it so freely in the mindscape. Usually it's not too bad, but it gets much worse when hes tired or super on edge (usually from Jekyll and Hyde).

Also!! He has ticker-tape Synesthesia, which I actually HC for all three of them bc of that whiteboard panel in the mindscape (I'm so not normal about it). Ticker-tape Synesthesia is described as "automatically visualising written words in the form of subtitles when hearing other people speak. It can also occur with one’s own speech and/or with internal dialogue, i.e. verbal thinking.", and bc of how personal thoughts tend to manifest in the comic, I believe that their internal dialogues would be ticker-taped, along with prevalent thoughts/speaking from whoever is in shadow/mirror form.

Otherwise! I have,,, so much other info on my blog under his tag, so yeah :3 I'll leave my yapping here for now, lmao, thank you for reading!!

[bazpire]

Both. At the same time. no lube, no protection, all night, all day. From the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, blackout, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, mating press, half Nelson, full Nelson, split, inventing new positions, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a closet, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement against the window, on the roof, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, pulling, teeth jitterbug, pussy clenching, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine ting, thirsty thursting all day without stopping, till nothing left, till they can't look me in the eye, satisfied, non-stop, every single second, crawling, back hurt, legs cramped, can't walk for 5 years, don't care, still non-stop, them oiled up makes me even more turned on, screaming with and without the s, their whimpers and moans make my inside giggle, no need for a refractory period, in heat, everyday, till the neighbors hear us, till the neighbors can remember our names perfectly, even during earthquakes, thunderstorms, heavy rains, typhoons, broken bed, everyday buy a new bed, hole in floor, gasping for air, crying, gripping their backs, leaving bite marks and red marks on their necks and every spot, scratching their backs, leaves a scars on their backs, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heaven awakening, i'd still bounce on it, body numbling, back worthy, hair drenched, flabbergasting, down break, whimpering our names, till the neighbors decide to move, legs spread automatically, DOWN BAD, ON MY HANDS AND KNEES, WOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF ,WOOOOFFFFFFFF, MEOOOWWMEEOOWWWMEOOOOOWWWWW, MUUUUUUUUUUUUUMU777UUUUUMUUUUUUU IDC I'LL TAKE IT LIKE A GOOD BOY, GOOD GIRL, GOOD TOY, WHATEVER THEY WANT ME TO BE

GRRERGGRRGRGR ONE CHANCE, BARKING SOO00000 OOOOOFFFF GUESS THIS IS WILD BUT I DONT GIVE A SHITT

[ioverbug]

I’m a lesbian, but I’ve been wanting to get bred so bad lately. Legs spread, knees pushed up against my chest, and a cock just splitting me open. I want him to cum inside me and make me watch as it all drips out into a puddle on the sheets. Telling me I’m so good and so filthy for letting him do this to me. Maybe he’ll fuck me in front of some other girls too. Show me off for how obedient I am, how well I take cock even though I’m so new at it. God your blog is ruining my life in the best way idk how I’ve gone this long without fantasizing about getting fucked by a man😭 sorry I just had to confess to somebodyyy

Oh friend 😭 I understand, the feeling of getting fucked by a man is honestly so so good. Having a man take control, cum deep inside you to make sure he’s bred you and then watch it drip out 😫. Cocklust is genuinely real!!! I hope you get to try cock whenever you’re ready. I promise you’ll be hooked

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Butterfly II

a/n some of you wanted a part two of this so here we go. This can be read as a standalone. I am just a tiny bit obsessed with this. Thank you for so much love, I really wasn't expecting it. 🤍

summary: When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive. The only problem is that he doesn't know how to love but when you are the meaning of love itself how can he not fall.

Part III is on my blog!

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It almost felt like you were floating. The warmth and soft sheets surrounded your body, and the mattress beneath you was an absolute dream in comparison to a makeshift box bed or the sleeping bag on the ground. Maybe this was a dream after all? Considering that you could almost make out the birds chirping outside. The bright morning sun hit your face through the crack in the messily closed blinds. The ray of light leaves warm kisses on your skin. When was the last time you felt so at peace? Without the primal urge to survive rushing through your body.

You tried to tilt your head to the side, hoping to escape the beaming light but found no luck there. Lazily opening one eye, you took in the room in front of you. A frown washed over your face. You did not remember getting up to the bedroom last night. Had you been that tired? Your leg nudged something on the other side of the bed, and you instantly shot up as the fight or flight mode went off. Heart racing.

"Easy, easy… You're okay, everything's okay", Joel's groggy morning voice filled your ears, and your shoulders slumped in the instant. As you took a breath in, your hand came to rest on your chest. Joel's fingers slipped to run up and down your exposed thigh as he tried to soothe the rush of anxiety that he felt seeping through you. His eyes were still closed; the sun was dancing on his exposed chest now. Yeah, maybe you were dreaming.

"Bad dream?", he mumbled again, pulling you out of your little daydream. You shook your head even if you knew he couldn't see it, "No, I just didn't expect you…here", "You act like we haven't shared a bed". You let out a huff, pushing his rough palm off your leg. The corner of Joel's lips turned upward. "It's not about that, it's just a… I usually know that we will be in bed together here, so I figured you might… never mind," you muttered quickly.

Back in QZ, where you shared an apartment with one bed, sleeping in it together was a no-brainer. Well, Joel had given up his bed to you first, moving to sleep on the sofa instead. However, he did not spend a single night there. The guilt of him getting a bad back because of you made you drag him to bed in the middle of the night. It was a blanket line at first that split the bed, but even that didn't stick around for long as you found yourself waking up with your fingers reaching out for Joel or clenching his shirt in your sleep. Maybe simply seeking comfort, maybe out of sheer fear of waking up alone.

"Lay down and stop thinking so loudly," Joel's hands pulled you closer to him, and you let him as you rested your head on his chest. Fingers instantly reached up to run over the lines of scars that covered his body. In the beginning, he would catch your wrist with his hand, pushing it away from his skin, but now… Now he said and did nothing to stop you, allowing you to do your thing.

"Did you bring me here last night?", you questioned quietly, feeling bad for disturbing his slumber. Joel only hummed, "You fell asleep on the sofa." You remembered watching Ellie flip through the books you had found in the attic. Cup of tea by her side that you made her in hopes of making her nighttime anxiety ease up. You watched her with a fond smile on your face. Truly, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing a child experience something new, and Ellie, just like all the other kids, was robbed of a normal childhood. So you were more than happy to bring at least a drop of normality to her. Your head was resting on Joel's shoulder as he, too, sipped the tea you had made.

"This shit is nasty, why would you write a book about dating?", Ellie turned a romantic novel in her hands, making you let out a tired chuckle. "Eh, that was one of my favorites. Wait till you get to my age. Fictional men are like no other", you snorted, just managing to hear Joel do the same as he brought the cup closer to his lips again. Looking up, you already find him glancing down at you.

"No way, Bill had comic books?!", the girl shrieked, making you jump slightly at the loud noise as she pushed the box over, making everything spill all over the carpet. Joel squeezed your shoulder slightly, "Lay down." He patted the pillow that was on his lap, but you shook your head, "Not tired. Don't worry". But the man wasn't having any of it and gently moved you to lie down. You tried to protest at first, but Joel only silenced you as he started running his hand through your hair. That was when you realized just how insanely tired you were. Your hand squeezed his thigh, a silent thank you as you felt your eyes getting heavy.

Joel's eyes stayed on you. Watching as sleep took over your body. How you lost the fight to slumber, and your body slowly eased up You twitched a couple of times. A usual practice for you that Joel had grown familiar with. You, just like him, had nightmares clouding your brain. And your body hated the sensation of sleeping, trying to fight off the state of unconsciousness for as long as possible. No one could protect you in your dreams. Not even Joel - even if he wanted to.

"You like her," Ellie said, causing Joel to raise his head. He had somehow forgotten that she was here too, lulled by your somewhat peaceful features. He wouldn't have let his guard down so low otherwise. This side of him was only for his own eyes and no one else's. His face instantly shifted to a tight smile, replacing the calm features. "Don't shove your nose into other people's business," he said bitterly, hoping that Ellie would feel ashamed and drop her gaze, but she didn't. "But you do. I can see it", "What do you know about it, kid", Joel bite back harshly, but you had shifted on his thigh as if even in your sleep sending him a warning to watch his tone. The girl shrugged her shoulders, "Not much, but you always watch her, and it's kind of creepy, but also she does the same, so", Ellie trailed off, returning to making piles of the books instead. Joel wanted to snarl something out, but it was true. He was always watching over you. And he loved nothing more than catching your gaze, taking you off guard at times.

"Go to bed, it's late", Joel said, carefully shifting to scoop you up in his arms, "I'm not tired", Ellie voiced, and Joel only inhaled sharply, "That's what Y/N said as well, look at her now". Ellie watched as you clung to Joel, even in your sleep. She watched as he walked towards the stairs, once again shushing you as you muttered something in your sleep. She followed you up to her room, which was a door away from the one Joel carried you to. You had asked her if she wanted to have a room all to herself for a couple of days that you were here. Since she had never had the pleasure of it, she of course agreed to it. But now that Ellie looked at the dark space in front of her, she realized how much more she preferred being able to press herself closer to you as you slept in the sleeping bag.

Joel had walked out not even ten minutes later after he was sure that you were sleeping and comfortable. Ellie was standing in front of her bedroom door, staring into the distance. "Why aren't you in bed yet?", Joel called out, making her jump. "It's dark," she muttered under her breath. The distress in her body language was visible. "Well, it's nighttime, so of course, it's dark," Joel said, waiting for her to come at him, but she just tightened her hands into fists. He often thought that this was unfair. That Ellie had to go through so much at such a young age. He understood why you grew so protective of her and why Ellie clung to you at any moment that her ability, to pretend that she feared nothing at all, failed her. Joel let out a sigh as he walked into the dark room, quickly finding a light switch before moving towards the bedside table. Ellie watched him from the hallway still. She watched how Joel pulled the table to the furthest corner of the room, before putting a lamp into it. It was far enough away to not disturb sleep, but bright enough to illuminate every corner of the room.

"Jump into bed, Ellie," Joel said calmly, and Ellie almost thought that she was imagining the soft sound. Well, she heard it when Joel talked to you. His tone was barely bitter then, but… She nodded her head as she rushed to get under the covers. She expected to watch Joel leave, but instead, he walked toward the bed before sitting down at the end of it. "Go to sleep," Joel repeated, "But why… what are you doing?", the girl croaked out, trying not to let the stinging in her eyes show. Just like Joel, she hid her emotions behind the wall. Only slip-ups happened when she was with you. "You have nothing to fear. I'll be here till you fall asleep, and then Y/N and I are a door away," Joel said, watching as Ellie looked around the room. A glimpse of Sarah filled his mind. She nodded her head, but the tension didn't leave her body as she clenched the blanket in her hands. Joel wasn't sure who or what made him do it, but he moved closer to Ellie. The memories of him introducing Sarah to her new room and how she hated it the first night swirled around.

"Want to… want to hold my hand?", it felt weird saying it, and Joel even got embarrassed, but then he sensed Ellie shifting as she clung to him. Joel's gaze softened when he saw a tear glistening in the dim light on her cheek. "You're safe here. We will always keep you safe, kiddo." And he stayed there till she fell asleep, and then some more. Watching her or just zoning out as he thought about Sarah. The same way he shushed you as you spoke in your sleep, Joel shushed Ellie. Guiding her out of her bad dreams and into a peaceful slumber.

When he finally slipped out of Ellie's room and went to check on you, Joel knew that he wasn't going to find sleep anytime soon. After pulling the blanket further up your shoulder, Joel moved towards the window, quickly checking if it was tightly shut. Then the same thing happened in Ellie's room. He walked all around the second floor, checking the doors and windows, before moving downstairs and doing the same. That's why a man like you and I are here. Joel could still hear Ellie's voice as she read out Bill's letter. We have a job to do, and God help any motherfucker who stands in our way.

The feeling of your fingers scratching Joel's scalp brought him back to the sunny room, and he finally opened his eyes. "Was she okay sleeping without us?", you moved up, pushing yourself against Joel's chest, and he shook his head, already hating the worried look that washed over you. "I stayed with her till she fell asleep and checked on her through the night," he said so casually as if it were a self-explanatory thing, but his words made your heart clench. You knew how difficult such interactions were for him, how many demons from his past he had to choke out for that to become a reality.

You leaned in, brushing your nose against his before wrapping your hands around his neck. Joel's arms sneaked around your waist, fingertips moving just slightly under the big shirt you were wearing. "You know that she will never forget that, right?", you muttered into the crook of his neck. "Thank you for doing that", "I wasn't going to leave her all alone," Joel said firmly, and you pulled away slightly. Of course, he wasn't. Because he cared. Cared more than he wanted to admit it, and even more than he knew himself. You two were inches apart. You could feel his breath on your skin. Warm and inviting. This felt intimate, not like most of the sexual interactions you two shared, which were mostly there to get rid of the primal needs.

You moved to slip off Joel's chest, but his grip on your hips only tightened. "Joel..", you breathed out. Fuck, did he love hearing his name roll off your tongue. There was always this beam of light with love in it. It didn't sound as harsh or scary as it did when others said it. No, when you said Joel's name, he knew there was nothing but happiness there. And you proved just that when a soft chuckle slipped past your lips, and you leaned back toward him. "I just want to make your coffee," you said as you twirled your figures through his hair, hoping to reason with him to let you go. "We can go if you want a cup," but you shook your head, pointing a finger to his chest, "You will stay in bed, sir, and let me bring it up for you."

The only person who had done this before—brought him coffee, even if it was with a scrunched-up nose—had been Sarah. The gleam in your eyes made it hard for him to say no. So he did what he had been doing for years. Joel let go of you, watching as you quickly shimmied out of bed. He hated that this felt natural. This felt right. He fucking wanted to start his days like this. Even more so, he knew that this was temporary. A day or two and you would be out in the wilderness, where at any moment a runner or a clicker could get either of you infected. Joel wished you could just stay here. Forget about all the other promises and just stay here in this surreal reality.

Seeing you with a cup of coffee in your hand and messy hair falling everywhere, even if you tried to control them with a quick braid and that smile, made Joel's head spin. That smile had dampened him and left him defenseless. "Careful, it's really hot", you handed Joel a cup as he sat down, resting his back against the headboard. "Did you sleep at all?", you spoke up again, crisscrossing your legs as you looked up at Joel, all of a sudden noticing his tired eyes. He slowly nodded his head, yet you could tell that he was elsewhere.

You were about to nudge him about staying in bed all day and finally getting proper rest when you heard a silent knock on the door before it cracked open, and you saw Ellie standing there. Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, you smiled at her, patting the side of the bed. Her eyes drifted to Joel, but since he paid her no attention, she stepped inside. Curling up on your lap like a cat in front of the sun on the windowsill. "Morning, sleepyhead, did you rest well?", you pushed some of the messy strands of hair away from her face as she flashed you a smile, yet her eyes were still closed.

You pulled your blanket over her body, slowly tracing your hand up and down her back, and almost immediately you heard light snoring. Raising your eyebrows, you looked toward Joel, "She fell asleep again." You giggled, carefully swaying from side to side with her in your embrace. Joel's eyes fell on you, but they were nothing like they were moments ago. You reached your hand out to touch him, but he quickly got out of bed. "Get to the garage when she's up; we need to talk about the next step." You frowned slightly, unsure of what this was about, but still nodded your head.

Joel sat by the table, his chin resting on his knuckles as he stared ahead. His brain was racing. This was all too good. Too much. He was losing his clear mind. Tiredness—it was all because of tiredness, he told himself as he waited for you two. That's why a man like you and I are here. Joel needed to remind himself of his main job here. To remind himself of what had happened before. What had happened to Sarah. Joel heard you two before you opened the door. Ellie was talking so quickly that you were probably laughing at her, yet it died down the moment you stepped into the garage.

Joel met your confused eyes but dropped the gaze in an instant. "I think it's best if we leave tomorrow morning," he spoke up coldly. No reason's why. Or what had changed. Just a plain, cold statement. "What?", you choked out, walking closer to him. "It's best if we keep moving," Joel insisted again.

This was not what you imagined hearing this morning. Even more so when the morning started so sweet. "Where is this coming from? I thought we were going to stay here for a couple of days," you questioned again, feeling Ellie's hand slip into yours. "We're getting too comfortable; the word behind the fence is nothing like this," Joel grumbled angrily, not meeting your eyes for even a second. That in itself was starting to annoy you.

"Joel… we talked about this. We stay for a couple of days, regain our strength, all of us, and then…", but a harsh slam on the metal table made you stop mid-sentence. "Then what?", Joel spat, "What, Y/N? You're getting too attached. This is not our reality. We're wasting time to deliver cargo." Joel's words left you defenseless as you stared at him, not quite. believing your ears. You knew that he could be an ass at times, but this.

"Shit," Ellie cursed under her breath, and you instantly pushed her behind you. "Right, because she is nothing to you. Because you're this cold and fucked up male", you spat back, as nodded your head, "It blows my mind the way you dispose of people…". Laughing under your breath, you tried to find words to say. Still in disbelief that he was changing the plan for selfish reasons. Just because he didn't do happy.

"Fuck you, Miller. I've been trying so hard, but you know what? Fuck it. Get us there and fuck off!", the sound of your voice made Joel clench his jaw. He would have much more enjoyed you screaming than hearing the disappointment that poured from you. Joel looked up at you, but now you seemed miles away. Had he finally done it? Finally made you give up on him. "Yn," he called out quietly, but you only shook your head, "Don't you Y/N me. Come Ellie bug, let's get our stuff", you turned to Ellie, who was standing behind a woodworking table. All way pressed up against the corner like a lost puppy.

"Don't," Joel caught your hand as it reached for the girl, but you yanked it away from his grasp in an instant. Your eyes filled up with tears, but you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to pull yourself together. You'll cry later. In the shower, maybe. Behind the house. Anywhere but in front of him. You reached Ellie, bringing her into your embrace, as you guided her toward the door. You were about to step out when you stopped and turned to Joel one last time, mumbling, "There's no us, by the way. You're alone in this Miller", with that you pushed the door closed harshly, making your way towards the house as you dabbed your cheeks dry so Ellie wouldn't worry even more. Butterflies weren't meant to live a long time. Maybe it's better to live from sunrise to sunset and die before the world beats you down without any mercy.

[dontmakemeright]

i read through your blog every time i get needy and my god i could be so so good for you

i would be a good boy i'd let you bend me over and stuff me full and knock me up and i could carry your litter so so well

you could fill me up with your cock and split me open and i could take it so well for you i could be such a good boy for you i want your bites and scratches and i want you to fill my womb with your cum please

- 🐍

You little shit. You sent me so many asks, I'm just answering this one but I've read them all. And you made me so fucking hard. All the sweet stuff you wrote followed by the sluttiest little messages. Fuck. I know you're just a cute pet in heat, not able to control his needs but your desperation makes me go feral. I just wanna grab you and shove my cock into your pretty boypussy already, feel you soaking up the sheets underneath cause you're so needy. I wanna reduce you to a moaning, whimpering mess, clit throbbing and pulsing, marks covering your whole body. I wanna cum inside you so many times your belly bulges and you're crying with oversensitivity. And then I wanna repeat that as you're carrying my pups, bet that'd make you fucking insatiable.

You're gorgeous ♡

[vinciwolf]

Calling Them Daddy

Recom Miles Quaritch x (fem) reader/Recom Lyle Wainfleet x (fem) reader

Warnings: SMUT, piv, female reader, riding, daddy kink, roughness

Notes: Here’s a small drabble until I get “Morning Bean” published. I have to tie up the ending and proofread, so it should be published in a few days!

~ Miles Quaritch ~

The first time you said the name was when Quaritch was pounding you from behind, girthy head hitting you hard against your sweet spot.

Face lined with sweat, the Colonel's abs flexed hard, rippling to the exertion he put into slamming his hips again and again just to get that ringing, pitched voice of yours to never stop its song as you spewed your slick along his huge cock.

The burn drove your mind wild, fisting the sheets as your whines carried over the walls and likely into the hallways for everyone to hear, only worsening the thrill that shot through your core when you knew the Colonel loved making sure everyone knew you were his.

You didn't mean for it to slip out. Your mind was so helplessly drunk on the way his cock, stretching you out, tucked its entire girth away with every thrust curving just right, to the volume of hot cum ejecting from your stuffed hole, that your tongue spoke for itself and whimpered amidst Miles’ grunts and snarls.

“Hnnnggg, oh daddy~!”

Quaritch's hips came to a standstill immediately, all attention going to what just passed his ears, even questioning if he heard right, only to start whacking his hips against your ass cheeks once more with a fervent blaze in his eyes, pupils blown out and dark.

"Yeah? You like daddy's cock?" He growled between split lips upturned into a wicked smile, fangs peeking forward.

You mewled and nodded, only making the cock inside you ram faster.

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~ Lyle Wainfleet ~

It was during the post-work glow from pumping iron at the gym, bodies in the aftermath of burning energy, that had you saying the word.

Lyle was flat on the bed while you rode him, fingers gripping the tender flesh of your thighs, not embarrassed in the slightest letting out the loudest, dirtiest groans of pleasure that even the walls would probably get pregnant from hearing.

But who could blame him? His long cock glided effortlessly bouncing to and from the back end of your pussy, jutting his warmth through your walls that had your cheeks deepening in color, skin glistening with a soft luster of sweat. The way you sucked him in and clenched around his length made the world seem to spin on a swivel. All he could focus on was how smooth and wet you slipped around him like a glove.

You were so good to him and so goddamn beautiful as he watched your hole take him with every pass of your slit along his shaft, breasts jiggling to your body hustling up and down, face contorted to the mirrored high he was feeling.

Then there was a pitiful coo, faint enough to be almost lost to the ears by the Corporal's exuberant vocals.

"Mmph, hhmmmph, so good daddy~"

The air stilled and the enthusiasm from the Recom faded, making you stop in worry that you'd done something wrong.

Then your world was suddenly turned over as you were shoved back first into the mattress, legs swinging to the frenzied movements of Lyle's hips now rutting into your cunt from on top.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" you cried, hands squeezing the Corporal's shoulder blades.

"Yeah, lemme hear it~ Let daddy take care of you this time~"

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[noisynaia]

I have recently found your blog and I am obsessed! I saw your requests are open and I wanted to ask you for some Frankie smut 😋 (could also be Marcus P if you prefer)

Frankie and reader have been friends for years and are both secretly in love with the other but they are dumb and oblivious and don't think the other is feeling the same. But one morning they wake up after a one-night stand together and think they have ruined their friendship but they finally figure their shit out and get together. Thank you in advance!! 💗🤗

𝐵𝐴𝐶𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐸𝐺𝐺𝑆

I was so happy to get this request, I have missed writing for Frankie 💕

word count: 5.3k

pairing: Francisco Morales x afab!reader 

note: Explicit (18+). Smut. A little angst with a happy ending. Drinking. Mutual pining. Friends to lovers. Love confessions. Vaginal fingering. Cunnilingus. Unprotected P in V (with the use of contraception). Creampie. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proofread and English is not my native language.

You slowly stir as you’re pulled out of your sleep, a beam of sunlight is sneaking through the blinds, landing right on your face. The first thing you register is that your mouth feels dry and that you have a headache. You let out an unsatisfied grunt, turning around to lay on your stomach, burying your head in the soft pillow without opening your eyes, trying to flee the pestering light as you slowly ease into consciousness. It is kind of weird that the sun would hit your face from that angle, it doesn’t really make sense with the placement of your bedroom window. Something else is off you realize.

Your pillow, which usually smells of your lavender laundry detergent, smells different, good, but different, is it pine? Kind of smells like Frankie actually… And that is when you realize that you are not laying in your own bed. Your eyes shoot open. The realization of where you are feels like a bucket of ice water being poured over you. You’re in your friend’s bed, your best friend’s bed, and you’re naked… So very naked.

You let out a choked gasp as memories of last night slowly come back to you in fragments. 

You and Frankie making out on his couch, which had led to the two of you dry-humping each other like a couple of desperate teenagers. Frankie taking your hand, leading you back to his bedroom. The sweet praise falling from his mouth as your lips were wrapped around his cock. Your fingers entangled in his hair while his face was buried between your thighs. Your screams of pleasure as he had split you in half with his cock, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders while he pounded his cock deep into you. How he had kissed you so tenderly through your climax...

Shit.

You slowly turn your head, looking over at the empty space next to you, feeling your stomach drop at the sight of a neatly folded set of Frankie’s clothes laid out for you. A peace offering? You sit up slowly, groaning displeased in your hungover state. You’re clutching the sheets that are covering your naked body to not let it slip, even though you’re alone in the bedroom, but you can’t help but feel too exposed. 

It had been a mistake, maybe the biggest mistake of your life. How could you let this happen? What are you going to do now? You can not lose Frankie      

You almost feel like crying when the distant smell of coffee and bacon hits your nostrils. The fact that you have to face Frankie, who is on the other side of the door cooking breakfast for you is terrifying, he has done that countless times, but this time is under such different circumstances and you can’t help but fear that this time will be the last and you can’t stand the thought of that. You will not be able to bear to hear him tell you that last night was a fluke and that it didn’t mean anything, but it is a much better alternative than letting this ruin your friendship. You have been in love with him since high school, if you had been meant to be, if he had ever felt about you like you feel about him, you would have been together by now. You can deal with him not feeling the same, you have already done that for years, but losing his presence in your life you won’t be able to handle. How could you even let this happen?! 

The night had started like any other Friday night. You Frankie, Ben, Will and Santi occupying a booth at your favorite bar. Laughs and banter over beers which had turned into tequila shots. You and Frankie had ended up being the only two left, you complained about having to go home and Frankie had offered you to come and crash on his couch like you have done so many times before. As much as you want to stay hidden under the covers, hiding away from the world forever, you know that you will have to get up and face the music. As tempting as it is you ignore the soft clothing option Frankie had laid out for you. This will be hard enough to do, wearing his clothes would definitely not make it easier.     

You get out of the bed, wincing at the ache between your legs as you pick up your crumpled clothes from the floor and quickly pull them on, but you freeze in horror as you feel a drop of cum leaking out of your worn cunt. You swallow thickly at the sensation. Thank goodness for your IUD you think. 

—

The first thing Frankie notices when he wakes is his arm feeling numb, the second thing he notices is the course of the feeling.

You.

He swallows thickly, as he turns his head to the right. There you are, softly snoring beside him, using his arm as a pillow. The sheets are covering most of your body, but it is still clear that you are just as naked as he is.

He feels his face heat and his cock twitching, as the events of last night come crashing over him. How the two of you had ended up back at his apartment after the other guys had headed home from the bar. It had been such a normal night, one like the many, many other ones just like it. You, him and the guys had been out, but when the night was coming to an end you had left with him instead of going home to your own place, not that that is so uncommon, Frankie lives closer to the bar than you do and you have often come back home with him to crash on his couch after a night out instead of going back to your own apartment. The one huge difference that set last night apart from all the other times are the events that have led up to him now waking up next to you in his bed.

The two of you had been pretty drunk when you came back to his apartment, but you had decided to get a couple more beers from his fridge instead of going to bed. The two of you had been sitting on his couch, talking and laughing as you reminisced over old memories. He doesn’t remember exactly how the conversation had ended up taking the direction that it had, but the two of you had ended up kissing which had led to so much more.

He can’t believe that it had actually happened. Frankie can’t even remember a time that he hasn’t been in love with you. You are everything he has ever wanted. It has always been you. In every meaningless one-night stand, in every relationship, not that he has had many, it has always been you that he has secretly yearned for. You have always been the standard that he, conscious or not, has been searching for in others, never being able to find it in any other than you. Not that he has ever told you this… He has never had the bravery to tell you about his feelings for you. As much as he has always wanted you in a romantic way, your friendship has always been way too important for him. He loves you as a friend just as much as he is in love with you. Telling you how he truly feels for you has always been too risky, the chance of it ruining your friendship too mortifying. He has been able to live without having you in the way he secretly wants to for all these years, but not having you as a friend, not having you in his life? He doesn’t think he could survive that.

Now as he looks at your sleeping figure next to him he feels like all the air has been knocked out of his lungs. There you are, his best friend, so lovely, so beautiful, fast asleep in his bed curled up beside him and he feels absolutely terrified. But it is not the only thing he is feeling. There is a flutter of hope growing inside his chest. Could it be that you actually feel some of the same feelings as him? Why else would you have kissed him? Why else would you have asked him to take you to his bed?

No. He can’t think like that. He has had enough casual sex in his life to know that it doesn’t have to mean anything, but it has never been a part of your relationship and it has never been something he has wanted with you. His feelings for you are way, way too deep for him to ever be able to do that.

He will have to wait till you wake to figure out if this is going to lead to the start of his wildest dream come true or if this is going to be the biggest mistake of his life.

He takes in a shaky breath as he starts to slowly slide his arm away from your head, you stir a little but he knows how heavy of a sleeper you are, especially after you have been drinking so he isn’t really afraid of waking you. He gets out of the bed, quickly dressing himself in soft clothing before laying out some clean sweatpants and a clean shirt for you, for when you wake, you will probably want something soft after last night.

He tiptoes out of the bedroom, he is not going to be able to sleep more anyway and he wants to have breakfast ready for you when you wake, sure that you will have a hangover just like himself. He set the coffee over to brew before getting eggs and bacon out of the fridge and putting bread in the toaster.

Frankie starts on the fluffy scrambled eggs, making them just how he knows you like them best, getting lost in his own thoughts as he cooks.  

“Good morning.” The sound of your voice is pulling him out of his head, it is weak and slightly raspy from sleep. He turns his head to look at you, but you avoid his gaze as you hesitantly step into the kitchen. He had left a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt for you before going to the kitchen to cook breakfast, but you are wearing your own clothes which are slightly wrinkled and smelling slightly of spilt drinks.

“Morning.” He says, placing two plates of eggs and bacon on the kitchen table, gesturing for you to sit down, before pouring you some coffee.

You accept the mug, cradling it between your hands as you stare down into it, while he sits down at the chair opposite of yours. Delicate ribbons of steam dance in the air in front of you. You have eaten many breakfasts together over the years, but none of them has been this tense. None of them had been the morning after you had slept together so of course it makes sense that this time it’s different, but he hates how you don’t even look at him. The two of you are eating in silence, a silence that seems to just stretch on and on before he finally gathers the courage to speak. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“A little hungover, but I’ll be grand.” You respond, blowing into your mug to cool off your coffee before taking a sip. 

“So, uhm…” He fidgets with his own mug, nervous about starting the conversation. He had hoped it would be easier. A part of him had hoped you would have emerged from his bedroom wearing his clothes, wrapping your arms around him and that would be it. Of course, he knows that it isn’t that simple, but last night wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t feel a little of what he is feeling, right? “About last night–”

You cut him off before he gets to finish his sentence. “Listen, can we just pretend this never happened?” 

Frankie studies your face for a moment, trying to find some sort of sign that you don’t regret last night, but he can’t find one. His stomach drops, you can’t even meet his eyes. Fuck… Has he ruined everything between you?

“Of course.” He croaks out. 

He suddenly feels like he has to throw up. It hadn’t meant for you what it meant for him. You regret it and maybe your friendship is ruined forever.  

“Okay.” You say simply, quickly finishing your coffee before standing up. “I should also head home, don’t want to take up all of your Saturday.” You mutter.  

Frankie doesn’t say that that is the worst excuse he has ever heard. The two of you have spent more Saturdays together than apart, but you clearly don’t want to stay so he is not going to hold you. “Want me to drive you?” He asks instead.  

“No.” You shake your head. “I’ll walk, I think the fresh air will be good for my headache.” 

He just nods, not trusting his own voice at this moment, he feels so fucking broken, and before he even gets to say goodbye you’re out of the door.    

“Shit.” He chokes out, planting his face in his hands. He has really fucked up… 

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You are slumping into the soft cushions of your couch with a tub of ice cream, your favorite comfort movie playing on the tv as you curse yourself for being such a coward. You had told Frankie that you should just forget about the incident and act like it never happened but you are clearly not good at following your own words.  

It’s Saturday night, a week has gone by since you had woken up in Frankie’s bed. You haven’t seen him since you walked out of his door after eating breakfast in his kitchen. You have not been able to face Frankie. You had still texted with him a little throughout the week, but not nearly as much as you normally would. Benny had a fight last night but you had, as much as it had pained you to not show up for your friend, not come. You were not ready to face Frankie yet, so you had come up with a lame excuse, but had made sure to call Benny afterwards, he had won the fight and the boys were out to celebrate tonight, and as much as you wanted to be there with them, you had come up with another excuse, telling them that you weren’t feeling well. 

You’re halfway through your movie when you hear a knock on your door. Pausing your movie and setting down your half eaten ice cream on the coffee table before shuffling to the door. You feel like the air is knocked out of your lungs when you open the door to see Frankie standing on your doorstep, his signature black baseball cap in his hands as he anxiously fidgets the canvas of it between his fingers.   

“Hey.” You say.        

“Hey.” He echoes, before adding. “Uhm, you weren’t at Bennys last night and you didn’t come tonight either and then Will said you had told him you weren’t feeling well, so I just wanted to check on you.” He stutters over his words slightly. 

“Oh, well I’m okay. I was just kind of tired.” You know that you don’t sound very convincing, you had been the one to say that you should act like nothing happened, but you sure are not good at acting on it.  

“Are you avoiding me?” Frankie blurts out. 

“No, I-I’m not avoiding you.” You say, but you know you don’t sound convincing, you have never been a good liar.  

Frankie sighs, running a hand through his mussed hair. “I think we should talk…” 

“About what?” You mutter, knowing that playing dumb is a bad strategy, but you had not expected for him to turn up at your doorstep.  

“About last week.” He sighs, running a hand over his face. 

You’re close enough to count every single eyelash and every single freckle on his handsome face, it’s distracting. What does he have to be so damn beautiful for? 

“Frankie, I thought we agreed to not talk about that.” You say, your voice is much weaker than you want it to be. He winces slightly at your use of Frankie. It’s not often that you call him that. He has always been Cisco to you. It is what you, and only you, call him. Something sacred between just the two of you, but you couldn’t bring it over your lips while having this conversation, not when it feels like you have lost him over your dumb drunken mistake. 

“I know we did, but I think we need to talk about it…” He states in a flat tone, before adding. “I need to talk about it.”

“I don’t know what there is to talk about. We were drunk, it happened and… and you don’t have to feel bad or anything. I'm not mad at you, I know that it didn’t mean anything to you, so-”  You don’t get to finish your sentence, Frankie cuts you off, his voice shaky as he pours his heart out. 

“But it did! It meant fucking everything to me.”

You freeze, an ocean of emotions washing over you. Confusion, disbelief, hope, fear. It’s all too much. You shake your head at him, not knowing what to think or what to say. “Frankie it’s okay, you don’t have to lie to me.”      

“Is that really what you think?” Frankie says so softly like he can’t believe what you just said. There is a sadness in his eyes that confuses you. You stare at him as he shakes his head slightly, a hurt look on his face as he continues. “You really think it didn’t mean anything to me? You really think that I would have done it if it didn’t?” Hurt laces his voice. He searches your eyes, desperate for an answer, and you can practically see the way his heart starts to fracture. “I’d never do that to you, I could never be that careless with your feelings.” Frankie exhales through his nose. 

“What are you saying?” Your voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper.

“I love you, okay… I-I’m in love with you. I don’t expect you to feel the same and I am sorry if this ruins everything, but I just had to tell you, okay” 

You feel like the entire world has come to a halt. You can’t believe your own ears. He whispers your name softly, as you stand in front of him frozen. Your head is spinning, trying to process his words. He loves you? Francisco Morales is in love with you? You feel your eyes welling with tears and suddenly, without even realizing what you're doing, as if you are on autopilot you launch yourself at him, crashing your lips to his.     

“Cisco, I have loved you since I was seventeen…” You whisper against his lips when you finally have to break the kiss as your lungs start to burn from lack of air.

He lets out a choked laugh. “Not to steal your thunder, sweetheart, but I think I can beat that.” He plants a sweet kiss on your forehead. “I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you.”

“Shut up.” You whisper, not believing what you’re hearing. 

“Make me?” He says with a sly smile.   

You are happy to oblige, connecting your lips once again. It is not like any kiss you have ever had before. Kissing him last week had been good, but this? This kiss is absolutely magical because now you know that Frankie loves you. Loves you in the same way you love him.

“Love you, Cisco. Love you so much.” You spill into the kiss, making him hum against your mouth, you love the way it makes your lips vibrate.

“I’m yours If you will have me, sweetheart. I have always been yours.”

“Of course I want you, Cisco. I have always wanted you.”

“I can’t believe we have spent so much time being this fucking dumb.” He chuckles.  

“Yeah, we have a lot of time to make up for.” You reply with a smile on your lips, leaning in to place another kiss on his mouth, already feeling addicted to his lips. “Why don’t we start making up for the lost time?” You ask him with your mouth still touching his lips while you gently grind your hips against him suddenly feeling a desperate need for now that you know how wonderful he feels. 

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” He says, squeezing your hips lightly with his big hands.

“Hell, yes.” You say before kissing him again deeply, feeling an urgent hunger for his taste. He groans satisfied into your mouth as your tongue slips between his lips and you lose yourself in the warmth of him. Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks, and you feel him smile against your lips before he lets out a low moan when your grip on his hair tightens, the sound makes a shiver run through your body and a enlight a fiery desire in your stomach. Your cunt clenches as his denim-clad thigh presses slightly against your pelvis and you can’t help but slightly grind against him. 

Your movement makes him hum into the kiss, before pulling away, looking deeply into your eyes   

Your hand reaches out for his, lacing your fingers in his and you start to pull him through your apartment to get him to your bedroom while he clumsily kicks off his shoes. 

“Fuck, hermosa.” He pants out as the two of you fall back on your bed, you on your back, him hovering over you. “Can I taste you? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you tasted.” 

“Yes.” You croak, feeling how your pussy is dripping for him. 

He grunts wide with need as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pajama pants, looking up at you for permission before slowly sliding them down your legs along with your panties, revealing more and more of your bare skin.

You see how his eyes widen with desire by the sight of your exposed pussy, wet and needy for his tongue. You spread your legs wider, offering him an even better view of your dripping cunt. 

“God, you’re so gorgeous.” He sighs before lowering his head, kissing up your inner thigh until he reaches your pussy. He slides his tongue through your wet folds, lapping into you hungrily.      

“Fuck, Cisco…” You whine out, his tongue has you seeing stars. Planting your hands in his hair, grabbing fistfuls of the messy locks that you love so much. He moans into your cunt, enjoying the feeling of your hands grabbing his hair, the vibrations making a hot shiver run through. He keeps lapping into you, making sure to nuzzle his nose against your clit and it is so fucking perfect. He moves his tongue to suck down on your clit and you whine out in pleasure, his name falling from your lips over and over again. You feel your climax approaching, whining as your pussy soaks his face, but Frankie doesn’t stop working his magic tongue on you. You can’t hold your orgasm back any longer.

“Fuck, Cisco!” You wail as your cunt clenches and your orgasm overwhelms you. Frankie keeps licking into you as you ride out your high until you get too sensitive and 

Frankie gasps as his mouth finally detaches from your pussy, humming happily as he licks his lips that are glistening with your juices. 

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He sighs, climbing up over your body to kiss your lips softly, making you taste yourself on his sweet lips. You wiggle under him, finding the hem of your t-shirt. Frankie leaning back a little, giving you space to pull the shirt over your head, flinging it across the room as you lay bare under him. He gasps at the view of your naked breast, sliding a broad warm hand from your hip up your side and finding the soft plump flesh of your breast, letting his fingers softly run over your nipple before gently kneading your soft tit, it has you whimpering with need for him. 

“Cisco, please, I need you.” 

“Okay, baby.” He coos at you before sliding his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his salvia. He teases your entrance, before sliding his thick finger into you, soon adding another and you moan from the sensation. He pumps his fingers into you slowly, giving you time to adjust, but he is quick to pick up the pace, slightly scissoring his finger to prepare you for his cock, his thumb slowly circling your clit. The wet, squelching sound of his fingers working your pussy is hitting your ears and it is so hot. 

“Such a gorgeous pussy...” He mutters in awe. “Taking my fingers so well.”

His fingers feel amazing, but you feel impatient and needy and what you want most of all is his cock inside of you.  

“Cisco, I-I need you inside of me. Need your cock” You pant out. 

“Fuck, baby. Need to be inside of you too.” He grunts. You whine slightly as he pulls his fingers out of you to fling off his shirt. He leans back, sitting back on calves as his fingers clumsily work on unbuckling his belt. He is quick to get rid of his jeans, leaving him in only his dark gray boxer briefs. You gasp at the impressive size of the bulge and feel how your mouth waters at the sight of the wet spot of precum staining the cotton. You reach out for him, palming his hard-on and giving it a light squeeze that has him lean forward, leaning his forehead against your shoulder, he lets out a desperate groan from deep within his chest. 

You gasp as he finally slides off his underwear, making his cock spring free. He is rock hard, thick and throbbing, his tip red and dripping with precum. It’s the prettiest cock you have ever seen, you decide. You squeeze your thighs tightly together, the throbbing of your cunt reaches an almost unbearable level. 

“Makes sense I was so sore after last week.” You mutter.   

“You were sore?” He coos at you. 

“Mhmm.” You nod at him, whining a little at the memory of how he had made you feel.  

“Gonna be here to take care of you this time.” He says, leaning down to give you a reassuring kiss. 

He strokes himself a few times, his eyes dark and hooded as they look down at you with awe, his lips slightly parted, before he leans down over you again. His lips find yours as he positions himself between your legs, guiding his cock to your entrance. He breaks the kiss and opens his eyes, his mouth still close enough for you to feel his breath against your lips as he asks you. “You sure you want this, baby?” 

You take his face between your hands, gently caressing his cheeks while looking deep into those beautiful umber eyes that you love so much. 

“Yes, Cisco. I want this.” You say before pulling his face closer, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Want you.” You add which makes him hum against your lips. 

You let go of his face as you spread your legs a little wider to make it completely clear to him that you definitely want this. 

He takes his time, letting your walls stretch out slowly, giving you time to adjust to the size of him. His eyes are flickering back and forth between your face and the place between you where more and more of his shaft slowly disappears into your soaked cunt until he is finally all the way in. You feel so stretched, so completely full. The size of him is both painful and absolutely euphoric. 

“Fuck, baby… You feel so good, so warm and so fucking tight.” He moans, planting a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

The pain is quickly disappearing until the only thing left is a feeling of complete bliss and you can’t help but push your hips upwards, slightly grinding against him as the need for him to move inside you grows.  

He grunts at your movement. “Ready?” He pants, which makes you nod eagerly. 

“Mhm.” You hum. “Want you to move, Cisco.”

“Okay, baby.” He says, slowly sliding out of you until only his tip remains, grabbing your thighs to push your legs up, folding you in half so your knees are pressed up to your shoulders. His eyes lock with yours as he pushes himself into you again, you let out a surprised gasp as he slides all the way back into you in one slick thrust. The position he has you in is making him able to hit you deep, his cock pushing you into the mattress as he penetrates you. You let out a pleased moan, encouraging him to keep going and he eagerly repeats the movement.

He starts with a slow steady rhythm. He is whispering sweet praise at you and planting kisses on your mouth and the sides of your bent knees. He tells you how beautiful he finds you, how good you are making him feel and how much he loves you, how he always has loved you and how lucky he is to have you in his life. His thrusts are getting faster and faster, more desperate, more needy until he has picked up a borderline savage pace that has you whining and screaming with pleasure.    

The angle of which he’s pounding into you is perfect, every strong thrust is hitting that sweet magical spot inside of you that is making your eyes teary and has you clinging to him for dear life. You feel the warm knot in your stomach tightening and tightening, warning you that your climax is getting closer and closer. Frankie’s heavy balls are hitting your ass with each strong thrust, making a loud slapping sound echo through the room along with the sound of the bed frame creaking and the headboard banging against the wall. It sounds so fucking sexy.  

“Fuck, Cisco. I’m so close.”     

“M-me too, baby.” He pants out

“Please, Cisco… Need to feel you fill me up.” 

Your words have him groaning through clenched teeth. “I will, but I need you to come first, baby, please” 

The desperation in his voice is all you need to hear. You clench down around him, soaking his cock as your orgasm washes over you in warm hot waves. His name is falling from your lips

You moan out as you feel him finishing inside you, filling you up with his warm release coating your walls with his cum. 

You watch his handsome face twist with pleasure as he keeps pumping his cum deep into your pussy, you lean forward to plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose as he finally begins to slow his movements, his eyes slowly opening to look at you.

He kisses you, still not pulling out as you feel his cock slowly starting to soften inside you.

“How do you feel?” He asks when he finally breaks the kiss. 

“So good, Cisco.” You smile at him, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. “So fucking good. You’re incredible.”

“Not as incredible as you.” He hums which makes you giggle slightly, sensing it will become a thing from now on, the two of you lovingly arguing over who is the most incredible.

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the proper care of foxes - chapter 1 (if you'd like)

author's note ɞ welcome to the first chapter of this cute series!! i hope you enjoy it. comments/rbs/tags are appreciated / mlist warnings ɞ ageless/blank blogs and minors dni or i will block (18+) word count ɞ 500+

dark clouds tickle the sky and a strong wind howls through the town. 

a white fox sniffs the air. a storm is approaching. it needs to find shelter, quickly. 

people hurriedly take their laundry in as the first drops of rain begin to fall. it’s a gentle drizzle at first, then a peal of thunder rips through the darkness. 

the fox jumps, ears pressed flat against its head. the deafening sound makes it scurry away from the trash it had been nosing at, running quickly towards any open shelter it can find. the rain grows heavier with each second and dampens the fox’s coat, mud staining its snow-white paws with each step.

the fox spies a pathway leading up a hill. it quickly hops up the stone steps, barreling under the awning of a front porch. 

for now, the fox is safe from the rain.

it shakes itself dry. the lights of the house are switched on, illuminating the glass windows with warm, yellow light. the fox turns its head longingly towards it. the rain falls in sheets, and the dreadful weather makes the fox wish for a home away from it all. 

when you’re an animal hybrid, the greatest sin you can ever commit is being born in a world that detests you.

it’s cold. the fox sneezes. 

the front door of the house swings open. the fox startles away from it, teetering on the edge of the porch. its heart leaps into its throat. 

“ah, it’s cold!” 

you peer out of the doorway and spy the shivering fox. 

“i thought i heard something… i guess it was you.” your face softens and you smile. “do you want to come in?”

another crackle of lightning splits the world in half. the fox’s coat bristles.

“i guess not… oh! hold on!” you close the door behind you and disappear back into the house. 

the fox doesn’t dare to move from its current position. the rain is making it wet again, but it’d rather be cold and afraid than dead. it knows it must be careful. not all humans are kind. they poison the fox’s food and catch it by its tail, pulling its fur out in clumps.

it’s better to be alone. 

the door opens again and you appear with a fleece blanket. 

“i’ll just leave this here for you, alright? you don’t have to come in, but you can stay if you’d like.”

you fold the blanket into a square and place it next to the door. the fox watches your every move carefully, preparing to scamper away at any moment. 

you bid the fox goodbye one more time and close the door again. you’d like to leave it open just in case the fox changes its mind, but the wind would likely slam the door shut and scare it away.

the fox waits for a full minute after you leave. then it pads carefully over to the blanket, eyes glancing towards the door in case you come back. 

the fox places one tentative paw on the plush fleece and sniffs it. it’s dark blue, with white stars. compared to the wooden flooring of the porch, the blanket is soft. the fox circles around it and eventually curls up, resting its head on its front paws. 

the fox decides that it’ll stay awake for a little more. just in case you try to hurt it, like the other humans. 

but the rain is cold, and the fox’s eyelids are so heavy…