#brat buck also turns him on a little bit

[ohithankyou]

brat! buck immediately demanding tommy’s phone from him after asking tommy for it nicely the first time didn’t work. to unleash his inner brat in that way shows me just how comfortable buck was with tommy and in their relationship. but, it also confirms to me that brat buck was alive and well in the duration of their relationship and that instance was definitely not the first/only time he’d brought out that level of brat energy with tommy. because lets be real, that was the behaviour of a boy who had been getting spoiled by his boyfriend in all the right ways and he knew that he could be demanding.

[hellishjoel]

wild like the west

3.3k / pairing: cowboy!joel miller x cowgirl!reader

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summary: joel and his cowgirl warnings/information:  MA 18+ (minors DNI), implied but unspecified age gap, joel is technically reader's boss (so power dynamic stuff), swearing, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl, brat, etc.), unprotected p in v, pussy pronouns, asphyxiation kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, clean up on aisle reader's stomach, reader is described having hair but otherwise (I believe) reader is a blank slate, no use of y/n, barely edited A/N: I unfortunately have not stopped thinking about a game joel miller x yellowstone crossover, and I feel like he would like this to be his long, happy life. I also haven't written for joel since may which feels like a sin! sorry baby!

It doesn’t matter how many ass bruises you get, or the pain of repeated thrashes to your knees from getting bucked off; this unruly horse will bend its spirit to your will. 

Half the job of purchasing new horses for the Miller Ridge Ranch is breaking them in like a pair of new shoes. 

Any cowboy, or for you, cowgirl, knows that a horse can sense your personality and fear from a mile away. If you sprout fear, it won’t trust you to be the guide on its back. It’s a mutual thing to trust one another. It’s the trust Joel thrust upon you after loyally working at the ranch for a handful of years. Sure, you were young, but you had a good head on your shoulders.

He perches his cowboy boot on the low fence rail, teeth gnawing at a toothpick as he watches you with careful eyes. The morning dew settles over the long grass and tall trees, untouched by man, fostered by nature. With the sun clawing at the horizon, the land turns from a pale blue to a beaming orange glow.  It’s beautiful here, peaceful. You imagine this is the life that Joel always wanted, craved. He’s not from around here, he’s got too much Southern twang to be from these northern Montana woods. 

Life guided him up here and he never turned back. 

You can feel the horse grow agitated under your haunches, whinnying with anxiety as it takes a few rough steps backward in the ground-up dirt. 

“S’okay, boy, take it easy, easy,” you coo in a gentle voice that lets the horse breathe through its panic. You grip the colt’s mane at the very base of his neck, right by the horn of your saddle, gently scratching that sweet spot that seems to bring him some tranquility.

You’re the only one who seems to calm these beautiful boys. 

“You got a habit of gettin’ in’ta trouble before it even knows to start lookin’ for ya.” Joel’s southern drawl rumbles deep from his chest, stepping into the training ring and crooking his first two fingers in your direction. 

“I got it, Joel,” you say insistently, guiding the horse by a little squeeze of your boots to its belly in Joel’s direction. 

“Know ya do.” Joel stops at the horse’s chest and pats its neck, large and calloused hand stroking down its coarse mane as he stares up at you, squinting from the morning sunlight. 

His eyes are starkly brilliant in this light, typically a dark brown, now a glowy amber under the brim of his black cowboy hat. “You know that part of learnin’ how to be a cowboy is lettin’ them break in their own horse. Hop down.”

A sigh leaves your parted lips as you unhook one boot from the stirrups and throw yourself off. Taking the reigns, you walk with Joel back to the main fence. 

“You’re too nice to ‘em. I hired you to be a bit more…�� He pauses indefinitely, tilting his head.

“Ruthless. I know.” Your eyes connect, both hardened after years of this long life. One day of being a cowboy felt like a year at any other job. 

The plan was plain and simple, a route you’d taken a hundred times with a crew that changed on and off for the past couple of years. The cattle were in need of fresh resources, lush grass to graze on, and streams of pristine crystal water. Up through the valley they’d go. 

The cowboys and cowgirls were gathered on their horses, Joel sat atop his beautiful black mare, eyes piercing his crew even behind his tinted sunglasses. Any season besides summer in this state demanded thick, warm work wear. Joel adorned a chocolate brown Carhartt and thick denim jeans under old, worn-out brown chaps. 

“I want Wyatt and Jack to take front, Bo and Sadie, swing, Jess and June on the flank, Tucker and Sammy on the drag. Wear your bandanas, it’s gonna get dusty back there,” your eyes flick up to a string of confused faces, “any questions?” 

“Why do we have to go through the valley? We’d have to push hundreds of cows through open water,” Bo mutters, disdain for a woman making all these choices for him, perhaps. 

“Yeah, n’I can’t swim. Never learned.” Another pipes in. 

“Then you’re a goddamn idiot,” old man Wyatt gurgles up a chuckle. Wyatt has been a cowboy longer than you have been alive. He raised you up to be tough with a streak of kindness that could never be washed away. He gives you a tight nod of reassurance as you sigh weakly. 

All this tomfoolery seems to be a bit much for Joel’s taste. “She’s takin’ questions about the plan, not your ‘pinions on it. I tell her what to do, she tells ya’ll what to do. You question her, you question me. So do as she says, or you answer to me.”

Joel’s always had a tight hand on the crew. He intimidates them. He is their boss, after all. They have a problem with you or this ranch or anyone else, they answer to him. Joel takes off his sunglasses and narrows his eyes on Bo, the newest cowboy with a pretty big mouth on him who bucks just as bad as your new colts. And his dead eyes are set on you. 

The rest of the crew sets off towards the direction of the cattle herd, everyone except Bo. 

Your head jerks upward in his direction, your own eyes narrowed. “You wanna say somethin’?” You ride alongside Bo, who seems to be wrestling with his stupid thoughts. But before he gets a chance to say anything, Joel intervenes. 

“Got a fight in you? It starts an’ ends with me.”

Bo looks between both of you, simply scoffing before he backs his horse off and trots along towards the crew. 

The view from the top of the valley is beautiful, all yellow and golden, with a pale blue sky and tall trees that harbor the secrets of the forest. Joel used to tell you it would whisper to him, warn him. Your chestnut-colored horse stands tall next to Joel’s, and both of you are overseeing the herd and the crew working together. 

“Not as bad as I thought this was gonna be,” Joel mutters, turning his head in your direction. You’re unrecognizably quiet. He’s never known you to be so still. 

He watches as your fingers anxiously twirl your horse’s mane. “You undermine me in front of them, and they don’t respect me, Joel.” 

So that’s what got you so stiff. He takes in a deep breath of mountain air, crossing his wrists over the horn of his saddle and glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye. Your hair blows in the wind, gentle and flowing. Almost graceful if it wasn’t in this wild west. Your beauty was city beauty, he was surprised you ever found your way out here. 

“Bo’s as green as grass. He needs to learn not t’talk to you like that. And if he needs to learn from me, so be it.”

Keeping your lips zipped, your eyes scan the points that use the dogs to guide the herd in the right direction. The swings and flanks work the mid to back-mid to maintain movement, and the drags stationed at the back ensure that any loose stragglers keep up. 

Joel rolls his eyes and sighs, reaching his hand across to your horse’s reigns, keeping your horse tucked to his side. 

“C’mon, Cowgirl. Spit it out.” 

“You go about defendin’ me, it looks like we’re sleepin’ together,” you gripe, “and I don’t need our crew slingin’ the slander that I got my job fuckin’ the boss. I don’t want that shit, Joel.”

Joel shifts his jaw from side to side, silent as he usually is. His tongue muscles over the right words, the words that will settle that ball of uncertainty you have nestled in your gut. 

He settles on the truth. 

“We are sleepin’ together.” 

Shaking your head, you steal your reigns back from Joel and gently nuzzle your boots against the horse’s underbelly. “Well, maybe that should end.” 

Joel watches on with a small smirk as your horse is set in motion down the grassy hill. He shouts loud enough for his voice to carry down from the high ground. “You set those boys straight, or I’ll have to keep doin’ it for ya.”

You sling back your middle finger in his direction, both of your horses riding side by side now as you follow the crew through to the valley. 

Joel sighs upon entering his large, private cabin, resting his cowboy hat to air out on a hook by the front door. His clothes wreak of his musky sweat, and the shower calls his name. He walks stiffly. Joel’s thick thigh muscles are as strong as iron from riding his horse, and his back cracks each time he inhales.

But he can’t deny that this life was made for him. 

Training to be a carpenter, earning pennies on the dollar to work in the hot Texas sun, and for what? Building someone else’s dream property? He had his own dreams. 

The ranch was his dream.

He always had a profound appreciation for nature and the outdoors. 

Fuck the city, fuck car horns honking obnoxiously, fuck the traffic. He found more fulfillment in listening to the wind flutter through the trees and would much rather hear the moos of his cattle than impatient commuters at six in the morning. 

Plus, he’s never felt more free or independent. This was his land, and he made the decisions on how it was run. Hiring the sassy cowgirl from the metropolis just happened to be a nice bonus on lonely nights when there wasn’t much left to his whiskey bottle, and the ride into town was more than twenty minutes for a new one. She sated him all the same, better, even.  

Despite years of riding and wrangling, you’re so fucking soft. You have soft eyes, a pretty voice, and satiny thighs. Your lips are plush against his weathered ones, and you don’t seem to mind sitting in his lap with his rougher-than-barbwire hands feeling over your body. 

But in turn, you’ve made a little soft spot in his wild like the west heart of his. And he swore he’d never settle down; you seem to have the same intentions. 

Things were easy. Nice and easy. Almost routine. 

The bunkhouse would be busy with cowboys and cowgirls playing card games, drinking their beers, singing to the music on the radio, and talking nonsense. You’d slip out after dark and wind up upstairs in his bed. 

He recalls you saying something about how his bed is more comfy than the ones in the bunkhouse. 

“Whatever you say, darlin’.” 

Tonight was no different. Fresh from his shower with a towel secured low on his waist, he hums curiously at the sight of you sprawled out across his bed. No more than a minute later, you are tugging it loose from his frame and letting it pool around his ankles. 

“Thought you said you were done,” Joel muses with a hint of teasing. You sit up from the bed on your knees and wrap your arms around his broad trap and shoulder muscles. 

“I ain’t a quitter,” you mutter against Joel’s mouth, feeling his tongue glide along yours as he explores you freely. 

He sheds your clothes, feeling your freshly showered skin and hair under his rough palms. He can’t help but touch you like you’re his, like he owns you. But no man can possess the wind. 

You kiss as he slips you under the bed’s cool sheets, drunk on the way you move so pliantly under his guidance. His lips move to the slope of your neck, his greying whiskers scratching your skin before he washes over the irritation with more kisses. 

Joel’s hands slip between your legs, cupping your clothed center in one hand. Your eyes light up at the friction, mewling up a moan of his name as he massages over the wet spot growing on your panties. 

“She’s already soaked, darlin’. You been thinkin’ ‘bout this?” Joel muses, sitting up properly to peel your shirt off your body, two fingers curling around the hem of your panties and chucking them mindlessly on the floor. 

“Joel,” you whisper breathlessly as he’s about to slip down between those pretty legs of yours. 

“What?” He asks, damn near annoyed. 

“I can’t wait,” you beg breathlessly, his eyes meeting yours. “I-I can’t, I’m beggin’ you, please. It’s been a long day.” 

Joel sighs but ultimately nods. It’s not what he wants, but sometimes you both need a quick fix. 

Joel’s body parts your legs, a grunt escaping the depth of his throat as he ruts his hips against your own. 

“Good idea,” he mutters against your mouth, leaning down and distracting himself with your kisses as he lines his length up and down your soaking center. 

You sharply inhale as he enters and the sound is music to his ears. He feels your nails carving into his back muscles as he sinks himself in deeper deeper deeper, both of you panting with eagerness by the time his hips are flush with your own, lost in where you end and he begins.

You let out a string of moans as he reels himself back, only to return to your depths with a snap of his hips that releases a shrill whine of his name from your throat. His forearms are buried in the fluff of the pillows on either side of your head, forehead against forehead, his hips grinding against you now. 

The friction is enough to make your head spin. You can feel the coarse hair of his happy trail tickling your already anxious pearl. 

“Fuck,” you huff out, letting your hands slip down his back, knowing that if you want him to pick up the pace, you’ll have to ignite his fire. In one quick movement, your hands drag themselves up Joel’s back, your nails creating etched lines that raise red once you finish at the very tops of his shoulders. 

Joel releases a long, low groan in response as his eyes snap open to meet yours. The sting of pain creates heat along Joel’s spine. His jaw is wound tight as he brings his large hand to wrap around your pretty throat, thumb on your chin to force you into staring straight at him. 

“Such a goddamn brat,” he growls, adding pressure to the column of your throat as he begins to pound into you harder and harder with each thrust of his hips. You cry out his name, a cacophony of your panting moans and your slick squelching against his hips fill your ears. The ecstasy of losing just a smidge of air is enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

He’s obsessed with the way your eyes gloss over in lust, your body jerking up the bed with each powerful thrust he gives you. Your mouth hangs open, gasping for air that’s just out of your reach. 

“You take it, baby girl, you keep takin’ it. She’s so fuckin’- goddamit, so fuckin’ good for me,” he pants, feeling the warm air dissolve against your skin as Joel begins to swell fatter inside of you. 

Perfectly slick and warm, he loses himself in your pussy. You squeeze and choke him, his orgasm only building as you whimper how good he feels. 

“Holy fuck, Joel, please please please, right there, ohmygod you’re gonna make me-” you gasp, your back arching off the mattress as you grip onto his forearm that’s still holding your delicate throat, your other hand gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He knows to squeeze a little harder as you fall apart, the euphoria of the combination sending you over the edge. 

Joel’s holding on for dear life, always focused on putting you first, always trying to prove your jokes of him being an old man wrong. But he can’t deny he’s nearly finished twice now, your pretty cunt all nice and warm for him. 

What’s wrong with pushing you over the edge a little?

Joel abandons the hold on your throat as you still are witnessing the aftershocks of your orgasm, his two thick fingers circling over your swollen clit. 

Joel smirks as your eyes snap open, your jaw dropping wide as you silently scream in pleasure. He nods sadistically, smirking as he overstimulates your already twitchy clit.

“You’re gonna give me another, right here, right now,” Joel grunts, stilling his hips as he’s buried to the hilt inside you, feeling your pussy clench around his cock as your gasps and strangled moans fill the room. 

“Fuck, Joel I don’t think I can,” you cry out, bracing the wrist of the hand that’s still working figure-eights around your pearl. Joel watches as your chest rises and falls quickly, nipples at peaks as you continue to clench repeatedly around his cock. 

 “Know you can, baby, cum on this cock again. You’re a strong cowgirl, ain’t’cha? You been thinkin’ ‘bout this all day, getting this pretty girl drilled by me, know ya have.”

And he’s right. Shamefully so. Denying Joel looks good in and out of his cowboy attire is just nonsense. The way he rides his horse with his thighs snagged tight around its middle, gnawing on his toothpicks to ward off the need to smoke a cigarette or chew; at this point, it’s everything that he does that turns you on. 

And maybe that’s why it’s so easy to give him a second one. 

Your nails pierce into his skin as your hands grip his biceps, mewling and moaning something wrecked, feeling the warmth gather deep in your belly once more. 

“Keep fuckin’ me, I didn’t say to stop,” you pant.

Joel disguises his laughter by meeting your lips with his own, giving you messy kisses that taste better than perfect ones. His hips and fingers work in tandem to force you over the edge. You’re shaking under him, your thigh muscles twitching with excitement, legs wrapping around his middle as he grows closer to his own finish. 

Just as he feels like he’s going to give way, he can feel your pussy clenching around his aching cock, his tip brushing so perfectly against that spongy spot that sets your insides alight. 

“Fuck,” he grits, ripping himself loose of your perfectly wasted cunt as he yanks over his length. One, two, three more times, and he’s spilling warm spend across your belly. The pretty splatters are like a Jackson Pollock. He stares in awe at how pretty you look getting finished on. 

The bed dips as he falls into place beside you. He doesn’t lay idle. He reaches for some tissues from his bedside table, politely wiping away his mess as you stare at him with lustful eyes. You were so fucked out. Sorta cute. 

“Quit,” he mutters, avoiding your eyes. 

“You ain’t as old as I thought you were.” You whisper, a smirk tugging on the corners of your mouth. 

Joel chuckles softly at your familiar tease. He's heard it countless times, but it never ceases to make him roll his eyes and pull you closer to him. He kisses your forehead affectionately, his voice carrying a hint of playful banter.

“You gonna keep remindin' me about my age every chance you get? Don’t stop ya from comin’ back each night.”

You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart thump. 

Joel’s got one arm slung around your shoulders, the other on your thigh that’s draped across his middle. His strong hand works slowly into your tired muscles. You play with the greying curls on his chest, taking note of the dark, nearly black ones still speckled throughout. 

“Goodnight, old cowboy.” You say, patting his chest, hearing his slow laughter rumble from his chest. 

“G’night, pain in my ass.” 

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D.

Pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader

Summary: it’s just smut tbh

released: 14.05.24

Warning: eating out from behind, spanking, doggystyle, dom!jk, unprotected sex, little bit of dirty talk, readers called a slut (during sex), breast play, chocking (pretending to), hair pulling, not proofread!!

Note: sorry for being inactive, I’ll try to post more. I actually have a lot of unfinished story in my drafts. I’ll try to finish them and post them soon.

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“It’s too much!” You cry out as your boyfriend eats you out from behind. You’re on all fours on the bed with your boyfriend making you see stars.

“Take it.” His voice gets muffled by your pussy but you still manage to make out what he said, “take it like a good girl.”

You clench around his tongue which is inside you and Jungkook grunts, his hands on your hips, squeezing them.

Jungkook slides his tongue out and sucks on your clit making you moan out at the feeling. You buck your hips but Jungkook stops you by keeping you in place by the grip on your hips, “ah ah,” he says, detaching his mouth from your aching core, “You take what I give you.” He grins.

You look back at him, “Kookie please!” You whine like a little toddler, Jungkook chuckles at your state, “that’s not going to work, baby. Now be a good girl and take what I give you or I’ll edge you.” His stare turns sharp, so does his voice. The amusement in his eyes and voice long gone.

You huff and turn your head around. You wince when you feel a spank delivered to your ass, “Did you understand?” He sternly asks you, deciding to not act like a brat and do what he tells you to, you nod. Another spank is delivered to your ass, this time harder than the last one, “words.”

“Yes, I understand.” You just need to feel his mouth on your pussy again, or yet better his cock.

“Good.” Jungkook rubs the spot where he spanked you, trying to soothe the pain. He parts your fold and gives you a little kiss on your heat as an apology.

You bite your lip to surpass the moan threatening to spill out. You try to ignore the burning sensation on your ass and focus on the pleasure.

Jungkook has his hands placed on your hips, his shirt laying somewhere on the floor, his pants pushed down to his knees, the bulge evident through his white Calvin Klein boxers. He keeps sucking on your clit, an endless string of moans and whimpers leave your mouth.

Jungkook pushes your pussy harder against his face by using his hands that are placed on your hips. When he feels like you’re nearing your edge he stops.

“What….” You turn your head to look at him. Your juices on his chin and lips, “I was so close!” You whine and watch him lick his chin and the area around his mouth, tasting you.

“I can give you something better.” He shrugs.

In the next minute his pants and underwear are also on the floor, he aligns his cock with your entrance, pushing the tip in is enough for your thighs to quiver, “look at you,” he mocks you, “my cock isn’t even inside you and you’re already shaking like that.” He quietly laughs at that.

Without any warning he pushes his cock all the way in. Jungkook groans in satisfaction and you moan.

All that is heard, is skin clapping, moans and squelching noises your pussy is making.

“You take me so well.” Jungkook grunts, “you feel so good, so tight.” You whimper at his praise.

His cock sliding in and out of you at a rapid speed, his thighs meeting your ass at every thrust, “s- so good, kookie!” You gasp out.

His one hand is playing with your pussy while the other one is pushing your head into the pillow.

“Yeah? You like getting fucked hard?” He rasps out, “y-yes!” You cry out, “fuckin’ me so good, gguk!”

“You filthy slut.” He slaps your cunt and more tears roll down your cheeks due to pleasure. The bed is making weird noises, it might break.

Jungkook grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, your back pressing against his front. The thrusts don’t stop.

His hand travels to your waist, holding it tightly to keep you in place. His other hand is playing with your breasts, flicking the nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

When you clench around his cock, he’s sure you’re close to coming. His hand that was previously playing with your breasts, is holding your neck now, choking you.

He isn’t actually chocking you, just squeezing your neck every time you clench around him, “fuck I’m close, baby. Wanna come together?” You only manage to nod.

“Gonna make you so full, full with my cum, full with my babies.” He mumbles shakily, spurting his seeds into you. You moan his name when cumming.

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They get into the car and Buck immediately takes off his tie and tosses it to the back seat. He’s never been much of a suit guy. But it was a funeral, he had to dress up. And make Tommy dress up too. Same as him, Tommy is also not a suit guy. It’s hard to get those beefy arms into a tailored jacket.

Tommy starts the engine and turns to Buck with the most affectionate glint in his eyes. He stares at him for a few moments, just taking in his view. “What?” Buck asks, smirking. “Something on my face?”

Tommy rolls his eyes and starts driving. “You’re cute is all.”

“I am?” His cheeks flush and he ducks his head the way he always does when Tommy compliments him. “Even covered in boils?”

“Of course.” It’s their thing – ‘Of course.’ Before every shift, one texts ‘Be safe’ and the other responds ‘Of course.’ Buck wants to get it tattooed on himself. It’s way too early for permanent commitments, but he can’t shake the idea. “You’re always cute, Baby.”

“This mean you’re going to kiss me now?” He says pursing his lips, even though Tommy’s eyes are on the road.

“Don’t continue this slander, Evan.” He replies, deadpan as ever. The dry charm is so hot, damn. “I did a hell of a lot more than kiss you this morning.” True. Actually, now that Buck is thinking about it – a rim job is just one long, pleasurable kiss.

“On the face, Kinard.” Buck can deal with the itchiness and sore arm. What he can’t handle is going over twenty-four hours without feeling Tommy’s lips on his own. “Don’t you miss kissing my birthmark every other minute?”

Tommy looks over just in time to see Buck pout and shine his best ‘puppy dog’ eyes at him. He laughs and looks back at the road. “Brat.” He knows exactly how to push his boyfriend’s buttons. “I’ll make up all the missed kisses… once you’re better.”

“And not gross?” Yeah okay, so maybe he is a bit of a brat.

“Did I not call you cute five minutes ago?”

Buck crosses his arms over his chest and huffs. “Not cute enough to kiss apparently.”

***

They eventually get stuck in Traffic. Buck switches from his dress shoes to sneakers, not being able to handle another moment of uncomfortable torture. “Better?” How Tommy is driving with his on, Buck has no idea.

“Much.” There’s a bit of comfortable silence between them, just NPR playing too soft to make out in the background. “I-I want to thank you, babe.” Buck admits shyly, patting Tommy’s (thick) thigh. “For doing this. I know you think I’m dumb for believing in all this curse crap.” He bites the inside of his cheek, feeling a bit small. “I appreciate you going along with it anyway… driving me out to fucking Temecula of all places and indulging my – uh – my weirdness.”

Tommy’s lips flatten and he tsks, shaking his head. “First of all, baby. I don’t think you’re dumb. And you shouldn’t think that either.” He quickly looks over to Buck, making sure he’s taking his words in. And with the way he looks at him, how could Buck not? “This curse means something to you, so of course I was going to help.” Buck feels his chest tighten. This man. “Even spoke to Billy for you.”

“Yeah?” His eyes light up. “What did you say?”

“That’s between me and the dead man.” He places his hand on top of Buck’s on his leg. “He knows not to mess with my boy.”

His cheeks flush and he squirms a little in his seat as a burst of heat travels through him. “Yeah, Daddy – you gonna fight a ghost for me?”

“I’ll fight a thousand ghosts for you, Evan.” Something about the way he says it, in his usual stoic tone, but laced with so much admiration – makes Buck honestly believe him. Not that he’ll literally fight a ghost - although with this Billy situation, who’s to say that couldn’t happen? – but that Tommy will fight for him, for them. He will go to bat for him; time and time again showing up whether Buck needs him or not. He’s all in.

Is this what it feels like to find the one? Buck’s not sure. It didn’t feel like this with Abby or Taylor. He loved them – in different ways. But nothing close to this. Buck can’t imagine a life where Tommy isn’t beside him, indulging him in his antics and looking at him like he’s the sun, moon, and all the stars in between. It’s too early to say it, he knows it is. But, fuck, he really is in love. “Tommy –“ He says, his boyfriend quickly glancing from the road to him. “You matter so much to me.”

“You matter to me too, baby.” Tommy smiles, his eyes crinkling beautifully and so kissable. Maybe they can just pull over for a quickie? “Evan, know this. I will happily put on a suit and drive to Temecula whenever you ask. As long you keep being you.”

Sounds a hell of a lot like Tommy wants to say ‘I love you’ too. Just not now. Not while he’s covered in boils and driving. Because the second he says it, he has to know Buck will say it back and then drown him in kisses. The moment will come soon enough.

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Buck eventually falls asleep against the window. With all the traffic, it takes them an hour longer than it should have to get back to LA. Tommy shakes him a little to wake him up, leaving a line of drool on the glass. He blinks a few times at the setting sun shining in his eyes, not recognizing the building they’re outside of. Tommy comes around the truck to open Buck’s door for him. Such a gentleman. “Where are we?”

He sighs affectionately. “A dermatologist, Evan.”

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Three Times Buck Wanted to Sleep with You (and the One Time He Did) Pt 2

Description: Weeks after drunk texting him, you get a call and much more from a very high and very honest Buck.

Part 1

“Y/N, my favorite girl, how are you doing this fine day? Don’t tell Maddie I said you’re my favorite she’ll be upset.” Buck says, his voice weirdly hushed but also loud at the same time.

You pull the phone away from your ear, double checking the time and pinching yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“Hi Buck, I’m doing good, how about you?” You ask, slightly suspicious.

“I’m seeing pollen right now, and I saw this cat on the street that reminded me of you, and I just had to call you, it was so cute.”

You huff a laugh, and lean back in your green faux velvet armchair, your next patient isn’t due to show up for another half an hour, you’ve got time to entertain whatever this is. “That’s so sweet, but what do you mean you’re seeing pollen, is the count really high or something?”

“No, no like I’m seeing it, right in front of my eyes, and I think I’m hearing it too.”

Okay now you’re a little concerned.

“Buck, where are you, aren’t you working today?” You ask carefully, already sending a text to Athena asking if she’s anywhere near the station.

“Some convention center, there’s a bunch of tiny beauty queens here, tiniest ladies I’ve ever seen. Why wanna hang out?”

“Are—are you out in the field right now?”

“Yeah, but you know you can always come by, you’re my girl, I always want to see you. Plus, Eddie and Hen are here too, they said you should come hang out.”

His girl, his girl, his girl. He’s going to kill you, always telling you that you’re his best friend, dodging all your sober and drunk attempts at seduction, only to turn around and do this.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to come to the scene of an active emergency, plus I’ve got a patient soon.” You tell him, pulling your phone away again to read Athena’s text.

Athena: Yeah, I’ve got the three of them in my sights, looks like they’ve been dosed with something.

“Aw boo, ditch the kid, he’ll survive a missed therapy appointment I missed a ton as a kid.” Buck says, and you can hear Eddie booing in the background, though you’re pretty sure he has no idea what’s going on.

Y/N: Dosed???? With what????

“Okay um we’re gonna circle back to that comment but Buck, are you high right now?” You stand and begin to pace.

Athena: We have to arrest them; think you can rein Buck in?

Y/N: I’ll try

“High on life, on the sound of your voice, and maybe I put a bit too much pre workout in my shake this morning.” He draws out the “e” sound in maybe, and you try to ignore how you can hear him smiling through the phone.

“Come on, I’m serious.” You say, biting down on a manicured nail worriedly.

“I’m serious.” He mimics, then he gets loud again. “Whoa hey Athena, no fair, I’m talking to y/n.”

“Buck, just let Athena put you in handcuffs, it’s for your safety and the safety of others.” You say making your tone soothing, trying to lull him into doing what Athena says.

“Call me baby. Like you did in the bar when you wanted that guy to leave you alone, and maybe I will.” He says, his voice teasing and low.

He’s such a brat, you can’t believe you’re in love with him.

You can hear Athena groan in the background, and you sigh heavily; your face flushing even though you’re alone. “Buck, baby, will you please go quietly with Athena?”

“Will you come bail me out?” He counters.

“You’re not going to jail Buck.” Athena says, flatly.

“How about I come to the station after my next patient, and you just sit pretty waiting for me?”

“You know I’d wait forever for you sweetheart.” He purrs, and your stomach flips.

“You’re so sweet, now let Athena arrest you, I have to go.” You say quickly, trying not to scream.

“Okay, bye y/n.” He says, and you can hear Eddie and Hen chiming in as well.

You race over to the 118 after your last patient, tapping your nails on the steering wheel, worrying at your bottom lip. Your shoes click against the concrete of the floor, and you take the steps two at a time until you see him. He’s half slumped on the kitchen table, but he brightens when he sees you.

“Y/N!” He stands quickly, closing the distance between you, wrapping you in a bear hug and lifting you off the ground.

“Buck—put me down!” You laugh, clinging to him for balance.

“No, if I put you down, you’ll leave again.” He pouts, his large hands going to your thighs, holding you up, your legs wrapping around him in an extra effort to keep yourself steady.

It’s not even necessary, Buck’s arms aren’t even slightly straining under your weight, it’s like you weigh less than a bunch of grapes.

“I just got here, I'm not going anywhere.” You tell him, face burning hotter and hotter the longer he keeps you in his grip.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He smiles, and your stupid heart skips a beat.

“Although you’re the one who ran out on me the other week.” You drawl, taking advantage of his diverted attention to draw circles on the nape of his neck with your nails.

“The other week?” Buck’s cheeks redden and he looks dazed, distracted, his hands squeezing your thighs every so often, an unconscious reflex or a side effect of the drugs? You’re not sure.

You bite your lip and Buck’s eyes drift to it. “My apartment? Before all the craziness and the countywide emergencies, I offered to make you breakfast, and you just bolted.”

“Oh yeah…” Buck says, as he carries you over to the couch, sitting down, keeping you in his lap. “Sorry about that, that was rude of me, huh?”

“A little bit.” You tell him, hoping no one comes upstairs, because Buck might not have any shame, but you sure do.

“Let me make it up to you.” He says, giving you the most puppy dog look you’ve ever seen.

“Buck you’re high, we can talk about this when you’re sober.” You tell him, moving to get off his lap.

He holds you fast, his large hands on your hips. “You said you wouldn’t leave.”

Yeah, you’re definitely gonna bring this up to him at a later date, he needs to talk to a professional about his abandonment issues.

“Buck I can’t just be straddling you in your place of work, it’s not appropriate.”

He pouts but lets you move to sit beside him, keeping his hands on your hips. “Fine, fine, but seriously y/n, I’ll make it up to you, anything, tell me what I have to do.”

Tell me you love me, tell me you want me, tell me I’m not crazy. You want to say it, he’s high as hell, he won’t remember, but it feels wrong, like you’d be taking advantage of him somehow.

“You don’t need to make it up to me, we’re friends, I shouldn’t have expected anything more.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean?” Buck asks, his brows furrowed.

“We’re friends, you say it all the time, and I know I shouldn’t expect more than friend behavior from you, but sometimes I’m a little delusional.”

“And?”

“And?” Now it’s your turn to furrow your brows. “No and, that’s it.”

He shakes his head. “There’s always an and.”

“Fine, and I want more.”

“More friend stuff?” He asks, his thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt seeking out your skin.

“More than friend behavior. But I know you don’t feel that way, and really, we shouldn’t even be having this conversation right now, you won’t even remember—”

Buck drags you back into his lap, and kisses you, his lips soft, melding with yours, intent on devouring you, and fuck you’ve wanted this for so long, but you can’t, he’s not in his right mind.

You break the kiss, and pull back, stomach flipping when his lips chase yours, giving you that puppy dog pout he wears so well.

There’s a heartbreaking uncertainty that flickers across his face. “I thought—?”

“No, no you’re right, you thought right, it’s just Buck, you’re high.” You stress, cupping his cheeks, swiping your thumbs back and forth along his cheekbones.

“Yeah y/n, I know.” He groans, “everyone keeps reminding me.”

“And just like how you told me no when I was drunk, I’m telling you no now.” You say firmly, undercutting it by booping his nose.

He wrinkles his nose in response, all uncertainty gone. “Fine, fine, you’re a good person y/n, kinda a tease, but it’s okay I still love you.”

You swallow hard and get off his lap. “Yeah, let’s see how you feel when you sober up.”

Eventually Maddie comes to pick Buck up and you head home, thoroughly wiped by the emotional rollercoaster you’ve been on. Falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You wake up the next day to a text from Buck.

Buck: Fully sober, I meant what I said, did you?

Y/N: Yeah I’ve actually been flirting with you for months now, so

Buck: I’ll be over in thirty sweetheart, and I’m bringing breakfast. No running out this time I promise

[hitomisuzuya]

UOOUUGHHH seggs

Needy whiny scara I just need him whiney and being a boyfailure crying and sobbing as he keeps clinging onto us while we ride him before a meeting begins because he was being such a brat hnnngg stupid pathetic boyfailure fatui harbinger 😭

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Whiny, needy Scara. Riding. Scara is kind of a switch.

Writing this is making me feel better. I feel like absolute shit and I am feeling pretty down at the moment.

Scaramouche couldn't believe the state he'd been reduced to. His hands clinging and groping at your hips and waist, teary eyes flicking down over and over again to watch the white ring form on his cock while you rode him.

Each time his cock sank up inside of you, pulsing as it stretched your walls apart nearly him fall limp in his chair, his fingers having to renew his grip. He bit his lip to swallow a whimper as he bucked his hips hips into yours.

"You know, Scara," You began, your lips parting in a gasp of pleasure as his cock kissed into your sweet spot, it took a moment for you to compose yourself.

Scaramouche bit his lip to swallow a whimper. You'd stopped bouncing on his cock, and it was aching for you to move again. "Y-You won't get away with this," He said shakily, turning his cheek into your hand as you caressed his cheek.

You gave a smooth, firm roll of your hips, ignoring his threat. "You might get a long with everyone better if you weren't such a petulant brat all the time," You skimmed your thumb over a tear that trickled from his eyes, slowly rolling your hips down, making the mighty Harbinger underneath you crumble more.

He wanted to tell you to shut your mouth, but the only thing that came out was loud, husky moans as you suddenly resumed your pace.

Scaramouche needed to do something to help ground himself, his cock sinking up into your pussy just felt too good. One of his hands grasped one of your breasts, squeezing before his fingers found your nipple to pinch and roll.

The sensation of your nipple hardening between the pads of his fingers sent a jolt of pleasure to your clit, your pace quickening on his cock in response to the pleasure. You may have been the one making him helpless in the wake of pleasure, but you were also struggling not to fall apart on his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Scaramouche whined, replacing his fingers on your nipple with his mouth. He was desperately holding onto your hips, anything to make you keep bouncing. "I won't apologize," His teary eyes glared up at you.

Your thighs smacked against his for a few moments longer before you stopped all movement again. You couldn't help but smile a little as Scaramouche whimpered again. "Oh, you won't? That's a shame," You slowly moved up and down on his cock, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, "You were just about to cum. Maybe you won't before this meeting."

Your threat made his eyes snap open. You'd been right. He had been about to cum, and for some reason, he couldn't ignore the stronger ache in his cock as you attempted to put him in his place. He really didn't mind every now and then.

His hands scrambled to find purchase on your hips, squeezing as he started bouncing you on his cock. Your eyes widened, you didn't expect him to suddenly take control like that.

Scaramouche couldn't stop moaning and whining from the intense, mind numbing pleasure. His legs shook, feeling a surge of dominance as the sounds of your moans sounded in his ears.

Now he was on a somewhat even playing field, his body shaking in pleasure as your cunt sucked his cock in. He let out a long, content sigh, enjoying the way you were drooling and crying out for him as you suddenly creamed on his cock.

He dropped his head into your neck, a long whimper tearing his throat as his cock pulsed and ribboned cum inside of you. His grip on your hips loosened gradually, riding out his high until your hips came to a stop.

"No," Scaramouche whimpered when you started to dismount him. He clutched onto your hips to keep you on his cock, nuzzling his face into your neck, "one more. Please," He needed to feel you cum on his cock again.

[ilycosy]

bottom luke! bottom luke! bottom luke—

i may be a subbottom but a gal can dream !!! (also my friend eats bottom luke up so :3)

i js know that he'd be such a 50/50 guy tbh !!! ur either getting the sweetest boy ever or the biggest brat ever (headcanons !!!!)

warnings : TLT SPOILERS , afab + amab! reader , pegging , overstim , dacryphilia , creampie , petnames (pretty boy, sweet boy, princess) , daddy & mommy kink , loving sex but also toxic , also YES i feminized luke

afab reader (mommy kink)

୨୧ — he's definitely more on the good boy spectrum with somebody that has a mommy kink, especially if they're on the softer side of it?? he's so whipped and ready to listen

୨୧ — gets super embarrassed though when it's brought up, being the best swordsman at camp he definitely struggles with the need to be dominant or prove himself capable of taking care of you (which he can !! you just like taking care of him more)

୨୧ — ok now onto the actual sex !! he's superr whiny, like im talking high pitched and having to muffle his noises in the bed type whiny. hes constantly out of breath and panting when being prepped, no matter the amount of fingers

୨୧ — he says he prefers smaller straps because they're easier to take but i think he's just a little insecure (that can be fixed w a little bit of talking)

୨୧ — weak at the mfing knees for being called a good boy— "you're such a good boy for mommy!" "good boy, now turn around." "be a good boy for me?" — he's a puddle on the floor now

୨୧ — he definitely gets jealous if he finds out you've pegged others (i said it was a lil toxic !!!) so he ends up with his own toys, mainly out of spite rather than actual concern for germs (also ,, who doesn't love custom stuff ??)

୨୧ — as an apology for the betrayal, he basically begs you to use him (his words not mine) he lowk doesn't want you to stop until he's crying and can't cum anymore. he tries to run off before aftercare and tbh won't accept it due to guilt (unless you join him , like i said , he's toxic)

— afab reader 🤝 amab reader = calling luke pretty boy

amab reader (daddy kink)

୨୧ — different from afab, i think he would lean more on the bratty side. he definitely has issues with accepting men as authority figures (look at his dad) so i think it might take some getting used to being the bottom (esp the sub)

୨୧ — he never talks about it, especially when others could potentially hear. he likes making people believe that he's the dominant one in the relationship even though he's not and both of you know it

୨୧ — actual sex !! he's still super whiny, but he probably tries to hide it a lot more. he chokes up a lot on his own spit from holding it in (dw just force his mouth open !!) but for some reason he seems to like it better that way, being forced to make noise

୨୧ — doesn't really matter how big you are, but he definitely leans more on size queen... !! he tries to hide it but he can't help but buck his hips back onto your cock when it's near

୨୧ — he will never admit it, but being called princess and being treated like he's fragile will always get him going— "cmere princess, come sit." "shh princess, you don't want people to hear do you?" "are you seriously that desperate for daddy's cock princess?" — he's WEAK !!!!

୨୧ — don't ever and i mean ever talk about your sex life in front of others, you don't even need to have slept with people for him to be clawing at your back to make sure you know you're his later !!

୨୧ — he definitely expects you to join his side w the betrayal, he can't fathom putting sm trust and allowing a masc authority figure in his life like that only for you to side w others— he begs and pleads during the hate (or love if you're going w him) fuck for you to cum in him so he has something

★ general note, while i wrote this w fem & masc readers in mind (duh) i think luke doesn't care abt genitals and relies more on terms w how he acts !!! like if you were afab but liked to be called daddy he'd be more bratty & vice versa <3

[seungfl0wer]

Hear me out: Sub Seungmin. :0

*Good Pup*

Paring: Sub Seungmin x Fem Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Use of the word Pup, face riding, handcuffs is that all?

This may not be suitable for everyone, this is your last warning.

Hearing loud and clear 😩 one of my favorite thoughts not gonna lie. Ngl I made this really fast and did not proofread a single thing 😂 enjoy my mind as it flowed. This is also shorter than I normally right

-🩵

Coming home from a dinner Seungmin sat at your couch huffing and puffing. He crossed his arms with a pout plastered across his face. You rolled your eyes which only made him more upset “I wasn’t being a brat” he spat out. You couldn’t help but laugh “oh no? What would you call it then” you retort glaring at him.

He grumbled to himself, you grabbed him by his face lifting it up to you “you weren’t being a very good boy Min” you said staring down at him. His eyes went wide you could feel him almost gulp. “I’m- I’m sorry” he said in almost a whisper.

“You’re gonna be” you said pushing him down onto the couch. “Stay” you said before running to your room to grab handcuffs. He did as he was told if he wasn’t already in trouble he would have followed you honestly.

His eyes followed you as you restrained his arms taking out a small vibrator you put it on the tip of his already so hard cock. He whined, the toy itself was almost dead so it gave him only the smallest bit of pleasure. He craved more he craved you so badly. “Now my handsome little pup how will you make it up to me?” You cooed at him.

“I’ll- I’ll eat you out till you cum” he whined knowing it was one of your favorite things to do. “Hmm good answer” you smiled stripping your bottoms off. “However I’ll be taking my place here” you said positioning yourself over him. You were gonna ride that sexy face of his. He almost moaned out before digging into your cunt. He lavished in it, licking every corner tasting like he’s never done this before.

“Y/n may I please please have my hands free?” You said muffled by your heat. You made it out though nodding yes before reaching down and unlocking them. He wasted no time into diving a few fingers into you. You moaned at the feeling moving your hips against his tongue and fingers.

“You’re being such a good boy now, where was this pup when you were being a brat?” You hissed. He whined out “I’m sorry-“ he said sucking on your clit. You could already feel your high coming, if Min was good at one thing it was eating pussy. This man knew how to drive you up a wall and could make you cum in the matter of Minutes.

You leaned yourself down to rub his clothes cock, it felt so swollen, which told you he was already so close. To be fair you haven’t touched him in a few days or let him cum so it was building. The feeling of you hand on him made him buck a bit, he let out the most sinful moan as he started to eat you like a starving dog. You both at this point were chasing your highs ready to just cum at each others touch.

He quickly found your sweat spot lapping at your clit before finger fucking you like the world depended on it. You moved your hips as he did so it feel so fucking good. You quickly placed your hand in his pants stocking his leaking cock before you knew it you both were cumming letting out the hottest noises. Min cleaned you up before letting you move from him, you kissed his forehead “good boy” you smiled. He in turn smiled back licking his lips “let’s go shower ok? We can cuddle after we get cleaned up” you said taking his hand. He followed behind with cum soaked pants.

💙 if you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[xythlia]

Could I please request cockwarming scenarios? With either the obey me characters, Stardew valley bachelors, or genshin characters? Thank you!!

꒦꒷♡ . . . DRABBLES \\ COCKWARMING . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ . . . WARNINGS | f!reader ⸝⸝ cockwarming ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ biting ⸝⸝ possessive ⸝⸝ pwp ⸝⸝ brat taming ⸝⸝ spit swallowing ⸝⸝ soft sex/morning sex ⸝⸝ lite degradation ⸝⸝ mean dom kaeya⸝⸝ semi-public ⸝⸝ minors do not interact!

♡⃕ ࣪ . . .SPECIAL GUESTS | itto ⸝⸝ alhaitham ⸝⸝ kaeya ⸝⸝ diluc

♡⃕ ࣪ . . . NOTICE | eep i hope u like it anon i strayed a lil bit from just cockwarming bc the second i think of them too hard i just :3 get a lil silly also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to edit (⁠^⁠^⁠)

ITTO . . . "Ah, shit you feel so good," he groans against your neck, nuzzling into your warm skin before his teeth catch against your flesh. It makes you whine, hips bucking desperately but still those firm hands grip you in place on his lap.

"Itto, please," you whine. It felt like torture, being this stuffed full with no friction even the small wiggles of your hips didn't provide any relief and your desire was only rising, growing into some ravenous thing inside your chest.

"C'mon, you can hold out a little longer-" his words fell off into a gasp as you were finally able to lift yourself up, feeling near tears as you slid back down his thick cock, moaning as the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. You knew you were being a bit of a brat but you'd had enough, an eternity of squirming in his hold crying out for him to just fuck you.

That was all it took for his resolve to shatter, any intention of holding you flush against his thighs abandoned feeling your pussy practically sucking him back in every time you'd lift your hips. The head of his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside you had your vision turning to static, the world barely visible in flashes as you frantically brought his hand to your clit, your fingers clawing against his shoulders as he circled it. It felt like you were on fire, molten lava flowing through your veins before it burst out, leaving you whimpering and biting into Ittos neck as your orgasm crested.

You went blissfully boneless as he fully supported your body, thrusting sloppily upwards into your cunt with strangled grunts and whispers of affection against the side of your head. Every time he cums inside you swear you've never felt more full in all your life, yet each time feels like the first; cum spreading like syrup to coat your insides while he remained hard inside you.

An exhausted smile painted your face, both of you curious how much more you could take tonight and Itto firmly believing you should start every night sat on his lap and milking his cock.

ALHAITHAM . . . Cold. Egocentric. Aloof. All things you'd said to him before, mostly in jest sometimes out of frustration with how detached he could be. Still, none of that mattered when you were creating a puddle of arousal on his lap inside the House of Daena.

"Quit squirming," his cadence hasn't changed despite your needy cunt squeezing around him in a vice grip. The reprimand made an embarrassed heat sear beneath your skin, making it prickle. Nobody got you as worked up as he did, and he was smug in that fact. Knowing you publicly detested him yet privately let him bury load after load inside you gave him a perverted satisfaction.

This was a step above, however. Getting you like this, cunt soaked and shivering from holding yourself back, in a place as risky as this? A feat to be satisfied with.

"You're so run by desire, it'd be repulsive if I didn't enjoy your company," he mused, a wicked grin on his face as he moved his hips to tease you with the promise of friction as one hand snaked up your shirt to pinch at your nipple.

It had you even more keyed up, fingernails digging into the pages of the book laid out before you so hard they were drained of color. So you still had the presence of mind to pretend this was a normal, if bizarrely intimate, study session.

He couldn't wait to see exactly how long you'd last like this.

DILUC . . . Morning light filtered through the gauzy window coverings, the bedroom awash in shades of muted gold that highlighted you, sleeping peacefully beside him.

A strange wistfulness enveloped him, a longing to remain here in this moment for as long as possible. Willing you to remain asleep, swimming through dreams while his hands unconsciously roamed your body. They weren't the ravenous movements of lust, no, but the pensive movements of a man overcome with love.

He did love you, as heart stopping as that revelation had been he was glad for it. It forced him to admit the life of a stoic perfectionist was a lonely one, starkly contrasted by this present warmth with frigid greys.

As his thumbs ghosted over your nipples came the silent I love you. His index traced your bottom lip with the same silent thought. Swiping his fingers through your arousal, feeling his blood thrum hot with eagerness, and feeling the low pressure as the head of his cock pushed past the relaxed muscle he couldn't help but groan the same sentiment out loud as he sunk inside you.

Catching his breath, that zeal ebbed into a lazy comforting one and he had no desire to move or rouse you from whatever pleasant dreams captured you. He only hoped he was in them, too, as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck, accompanied by the blissful slight pulse of your walls around him.

KAEYA . . . This was a punishment a long time coming, you were fairly sure. The last few days had seen more bold teasing from you, and his growing irritation with your antics.

Tears pricked in your eyes as his hand gripped your jaw, your mouth open with garbled whimpering. You'd been impaled on his cock for what felt like hours, your cunt throbbing and clit sore from the smacks he'd given you when you'd tried to get yourself off.

And now you were here, spread eagle with your back against the solid desk, his cock buried inside you yet still, and Kaeya with that mean glint in his eye.

"Now now, you couldn't listen yet you expect to be rewarded? That just doesn't make sense," he tutted.

You whined again, hands gripping his forearm as he leaned down closer to your face. You could barely make out the glittering string of spit through the tears gathered at your waterline but you knew this was yet another test.

Enthusiastically you lapped it up, swallowing as you knew he expected you to. Your pussy ached with how badly you needed him to move, wrap your legs around him and feel him flood you with orgasm after orgasm. You needed it so bad your thighs shook, legs trembling pathetically all splayed out.

Even though his face was now unreadable, you hoped you'd earned at least a small reward with that show of obedience.

[chaotic-iguana]

Twisted Love

summary: as we know, im a bit of a gremlin. i take ur asks and fucking add my own spin. here we are. its like a “joel edges reader, reader accidentally comes” with SUPER dark twists. let me know what you think. feel free to (gently) yell at me because honestly @breakfastatjoels is the only reason i decided to post (love you dee)

pairing: dark! joel x reader

wordcount: 2.3k

warnings: survivalism, dubcon, dark!joel, edging, dom/sub dynamics, pussy slapping, very out of my comfort zone writing this, stockholm syndrome, this joel is everything husband joel is not. hes a dick please dont acc be in these kinds of relationships, swearing (no bc me being a smartass and adding swearing as if its worse than STOCKHOLM SYNDROME), choking, slapping, passing out and keep going, somno? i think?, dacryphilia, he’s a genuine fucking asshole

A/N: please be warned that this is not a vanilla smut fic, it follows some super dark themes. unlike my other fics, no “soft” joel, or aftercare; no checking in or wiping tears. also forewarning, i do not support relationships that are in fact like this. i am not glorifying sa or abuse. dont want any anons in my inbox tearing me a new one. 

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Four hours. You’d been tied to the bed spreadeagle for four hours. Your wrists and ankles had chafed, you’d nearly lost your voice, and you couldn’t seem to stop trembling.

Joel had one hand on your stomach, pressing down, and another between your legs, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm only to pull away at the last second to watch you buck your hips into thin air, chasing friction, as your high ebbed away again. And then he would start again. And again. And again.

By now, you were gone. Your mind had long been wiped clean of coherent thought. Broken moans and whines escaped you as you tried to beg despite having seemingly forgotten the ability to articulate yourself - you could barely manage short gasps of breath in between sobs; words were proving to be near-impossible. 

A dizzying chant of Joel, Joel, Joel, took up your mind as he wrenched his fingers out of you once again, just a second too late to accomplish what he wanted. No; in your desperate, hyper-sensitive state, that split second alone was enough to send you into a  spiral: toes-curling, back-arching and your breath coming in sharp gasps as an orgasm that had your vision whiting out for a few seconds washes over you.

Joel glared down at you, the vision barely registering to you past the buzz of euphoria, eyes rolling back as reality faded away. He gripped your jaw then, snapping you out of the daze by bringing a hand down on your cunt, repeatedly striking the sensitive folds, the painful sting heightened by your orgasm. 

 At the pitiful groans of protest and the way your legs contorted against the bindings to fall into themselves; instinct taking over to protect you from his merciless assault, he rolled his eyes with a huff. 

“Y’gonna be a brat? Be a fuckin’ brat. ‘M not wastin’ my time on a girl that can’t behave.” 

Snapping his switchblade open, he leaned down to rip through your restraints before turning and walking out of the room without another word.

That had been a week ago. You had spent an hour curled in on yourself, numb in disbelief that he’d just left. You hadn’t meant to go against his wishes, your body had just taken over and practically pushed you over the edge. You knew the deal-  of course you did, it was seared into your fucking mind- it’s what kept you alive. 

It was an offer he had spat at you with a blade pressed to your neck, a decree that signed your body over to him. He’d let you live and keep you alive, and in return all you had to do was obey him; be his “good little girl”, as he put it. All you had to do in exchange for your safety was listen to him, do what he told you to. 

A paralyzing fear had gripped you since that day you had accidentally defied him, death looming over your head like a guillotine you couldn’t quite see just yet but knew was inevitably coming. 

You’d hated the arrangement at first, resisting it; resisting him. But once he had made it abundantly clear that there was no way for you to leave, nowhere you could go, you found yourself fighting back less. Life had already been so long, taken so much from you already. You’d never have to worry again. He’d keep you safe. Despite his inherent brutality, he took care of you; more care than anyone else had taken since the world went to shit. He made sure you ate enough, slept in better spots, showers. When you had nightmares, he’d set a bruising pace against you and rut until your head emptied of every thought but his. 

Your disdain for him faded over time, and you began craving him. You wanted him under your skin, you wanted to feel him and nothing else, to be reduced to a mindless mess as damp sheets clung to your skin. Wanted his bites and bruises, wanted his grip on your thighs, your waist, your neck. Slowly, you wanted him. A twisted love characterised by dizzying need for him to rip you apart and put you back together infected your mind. To be with you, hold you, praise you. And you were perfect for him as a result, wanting nothing but to keep him happy. 

He, however, hadn’t so much as looked at you all week. If he said anything, it was bit out in your general direction as an afterthought; an inconvenience. It was like he’d stopped caring where you were, how you were. Pent up and needing him, needing to feel the scrapes of his callouses against your skin, his teeth nipping your flesh, you simply endured it all fearfully. Your arrangement had gone on long enough that you genuinely did not know if he would follow through - but you’d seen enough of what he was capable of not to risk it. You may have your own infatuation with the man, but you weren’t stupid. When he stood jaw clenched, shoulders tense, and with that crazed glint in his eye, you did not speak to him; your self-preserving habit of pointing out his tells blaring at you to run. If you so much as stepped too close to him on days like these, you’d see how blown out his pupils were, how his face was set in an expression that made it difficult to identify him, before he’d pin you to the nearest wall and use his mouth, fingers, cock, blade handle, beer bottle and makeshift toys on you until you passed out, and then he’d keep going until exhaustion overtook him. Which, for a man that size, often took over a day. 

So you settled for trying your best to impress him. Wore that dress he liked, did your hair in a ponytail because you knew it made his fingers itch to tug at it, painted your lips with a shadow of red and just followed him like a lost puppy, without stopping or complaining once. Didn’t matter how many gashes you got on your hands and knees from getting your foot caught on sharp edges or rocks he didn’t warn you of anymore, didn’t matter how hungry or thirsty you were with him neglecting to pass the canteen back to you, didn’t matter how badly his biting comments hurt you or how many tears filled your eyes, you followed him without complaint.  

But it had been a week, and your resolve had started to break. If he was going to kill you, he had to do it now. The buildup, the constant fear, the desperation to impress him, the cuts and bruises now littering your body, the hungry ache in your stomach - they all reached a point where your knees just buckled, and you just couldn’t. Joel was ahead of you, still trudging on without so much as glancing in your direction, not even after the pathetic wail that sounded from you as you fell to your knees. Gasping out his name, wincing at the rasp of your voice from the disuse, you watched his steps falter as he looked at you over his shoulder, and kept walking. 

“No, no, no, please Joel, please.” Tears began streaming down your face, your body shaking with the force of the devastation sweeping through you as you began crawling after him. This made him stop and turn, brow raised and mouth set in a cruel smile as he took in your form. He took slow, deliberate strides to where you lay on the ground, elbows given out, and looked down at you. 

“Please, what?” His dark eyes were glittering as he smirked at you, watching you crumble before his very eyes. 

“No more. ‘M sorry, I’m so sorry I won’t ever go against what you say again. Didn’t mean to come - it just happened n’ I couldn’t stop it. I���ve been so good for years, Joel. I’m s-sorry, please I’m so sorry.” Cheeks burning hot with humiliation, you could barely meet his gaze as you began begging the man you’d sworn to kill when you first met him. Begged him to take care of you, to forgive you. 

He crouched low, reaching a hand out to tip your chin up and meet your eyes. 

“Need me?” A jeering, boisterous laugh. “Do ya, now?” At your nod, he snorted. “You forget who’s in control -once, just once - I fuckin’ leave you then and there. Clear?” Another nod. “Take what I give you this time.” Not a question, but you find yourself nodding feverishly anyways, making his lips twitch as he grasped you and lifted you into his arms the rest of the way. 

Joel spotted a cabin while trudging through the rough terrain, your hands around his neck and torso flush against his chest as you hung limp in his arms, half-asleep. Deciding to settle there for the night, he barely took a minute to scout the place out before he was making his way to the bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed before turning to strip his flannel and trousers off. Watching you blink in confusion as you started to wake up, he scoffed, tangling a hand in your hair, flipping you onto yoru back, and yanking your head to the edge of the bed. 

Giving you no time to brace yourself, Joel shoved the blunt head of his cock between your lips, working your jaw open as he starting using your mouth. One of hands came to rest on your exposed neck, putting enough pressure to feel himself moving in and out of your throat, while the other gripped the edge of the bed next to your head, intermittently coming up to slap your tits, your stomach, your thighs - anywhere he could reach. The sounds of your garbled choking and gasping filled the room, Joel using your mouth like a fleshlight. 

Refusing you a single second of reprieve to get your breath, he kept rocking his hips until you were lightheaded and there were spots in your vision, consciousness fading. When he glanced down and realised you were about to pass out, he pulled himself flush against your mouth and stayed there, drool and spit spluttering from your nose as you struggled to accommodate him, struggling against him until you blacked out. 

When you came to, you were lying on your stomach, hair still in Joel’s grip and head held back. Your hands were tied to the headboard in front of you with the underwear you had been wearing all day, and his fingers were bruising your waist in his grip as he pounded into you from behind. 

You could feel that you had lost some time. Come and blood streaked all over your jaw, neck and chest, and you could feel some drying on your back, thighs and stomach as well. Moreover, you were drenched. Covered from head to toe in a mixture of blood, sweat, saliva and cum. You could see skin on your chest and stomach swollen and red, broken by his teeth, which had left permanent indents into the flesh. Blinking steadily, you realised that the sun was up, the room bathed in the first few rays of dawn. 

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” His rasp from behind you had a shudder dancing down your spine, straightening up slightly. You could barely sob your response - the new angle had your eyes rolling back, and you could feel yourself being jolted up the bed by the sheer force of his thrusts into you. 

Feeling the muscles of your stomach tense, you hardly had the rationality to start babbling a half-understandable “Gonna cum, ‘m g-mmh-cum,” before feeling him shift his hand on your hip to move it between your legs, swiping over your clit with just enough pressure to bring you to your peak - before he leaned down to snarl into your ear. 

“Don’t come.” At your whimper, he laughed. “Y’wanna live? Be good f’me? Don’t you dare fucking come.” You felt your muscles lock up, a pitiful whine leaving your mouth as you staved off your orgasm, tensing so hard against it that your whole body hurt. Your legs were shaking with the force of holding off, and you felt Joel smile into your shoulder in approval before he moved his arm under your thigh, lifting it as the strength of his hips snapping into yours increased, making you scream when his fingers returned to your folds. 

He reveled in the wails that were piercing the silence of the room, at the force with which you began convulsing in the effort to obey him. Sucking a bruise into the skin behind your ear, he let you suffer for a few more plunges of his tip into your cervix until he felt his own climax fast approaching, uttering a permissive “Come,” until you were gripping him so hard his vision whited out for a few moments. Watching your hand come around to the back of his head, body trembling as you moaned low and near-pained next to him, he stayed inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and stepping into his jeans immediately, watching you collapse onto the bed from overexertion. 

He just reached across the bed to twist a particularly large bruise between his index finger and thumb, savoring your squeak of fear and the tears streaming down your face. 

“Best get cleaned up quick. We gotta lot’a ground to cover today.” And with that, he was walking out again. At least this time, you knew he’d keep you around. 

hello loves, as always - thank you for reading. comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day! taglist: @imherefordeanandbones @theywhowriteandknowthings, @josephquinnswhore , @evyiione , @breakfastatjoels  , @millerscoffee dividers by @cafekitsune!! cover by the AMAZING @pedrosaidsheispunk. what a LEGEND. 

[iliketangerines]

Lord Raiden or lord liu kang with a reader that like Tai Lung from Kung fu panda?? ((Hate sex??))

fall from grace

a/n: i don't know how to write hate sex, and i also had no idea where i was even going with this, so it's a bit of a mess also because the writing block is hitting hard lmao. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life

pairing: mean!dom!liu kang x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), spanking, choking kink, dubcon, orgasm denial, hate sex (?)

you were his most promising student, powerful, strong, cunning, and you were said to become Earthrealm’s champion from the other monks even at a young age

everyday you trained with the monks at Wu Shi Academy, and they praised your name and your skill to Liu Kang

he spoke to you on multiple occasions when you were an adult, finally finding the time to come back to the academy and personally check on your progress

you seemed sweet, happy, excited to claim the title of champion as you had been told you would inherit your whole life

you seemed capable, and even Liu Kang had believed you would be champion and had reassured you that you could become champion

but then Liu Kang saw you train the others, and he knew he could not let you become champion

he saw a sick twisted sort of pleasure you had when you pushed a trainee under you too far, the small little grin you would have when you broke a monk’s bone while sparring, and Liu Kang recognized the thirst for power as he did in Shang Tsung

and so, when the day came to fight for the title of champion, he prohibited you from entering the tournament and Raiden became champion that day

that night, you had attacked Liu Kang, howling with anger that you were stripped of your destiny and how he could deny you the title of champion

he defeated you and had you locked away in the deepest cellar of the academy, wrapped in chains and guarded by powerful magic

and sometimes, he would visit your cell to bring you food and water, as retribution for misleading you into thinking you would become champion one day

you never took food from him when he came, and you would rather starve for the night so you could spit in his face and scream insults his way

and then one day, Shujinko had visited you in the cellar and made a deal with you, to set you free and that you would help him become the most powerful kombatant

you agreed on the condition you would get to kill Liu Kang

and so he released you from your chains, and you fight and kill your way to the surface of the Earth once more

you found Liu Kang easily, sitting underneath the cherry blossoms as the wind howled and the thunder rumbled in the distance

he turned to you, as if expecting your appearance, and you leapt towards him, teeth bared and hands outstretched

you had scratched, screamed, clawed at him with your fury, but his eons of experience has you now pinned to the ground on your back, his hips on top of yours and your hands pinned above you

you hiss insults at him as you try to catch him off guard, but he just tells you he is done playing your games, gripping onto your chin tightly

he tells you to submit, to have one more chance at redemption, but you buck your hips off, trying to throw his weight off your body

Liu Kang growls at your attempt to get free, the grip on your hands growing tighter and warmer, and he tells you he has no problem in punishing a brat

you snarl at him, baring your teeth in anger, and tell him to go fuck himself and that you will kill him slowly and painfully

Liu Kang laughs at your measly threats and grabs onto your face tightly, forcing your mouth open underneath the pressure, and he spits into your mouth

you gasp in surprise, causing you to breathe in the spit and cough as you try to fight for air

Liu Kang release your face from his hands and grips onto your throat, telling you this is your punishment for not listening to him

your mind spins with the lack of air, and you struggle to wheeze out an insult as he applies more pressure to your neck

you think you're about to die, your lungs burn with need, and you thrash underneath Liu Kang to try and grab a gasp of air

the edges of your vision start to go blurry, and you can see Liu Kang’s deep scowl as you finally see stars pass through your vision

finally, the pressure on your neck releases, and you desperately breathe in lungfuls of air, wheezing and gasping as sweet relief fills you

Liu Kang looks down at you as you breathe in air, and he tears off your prison uniform, exposing your chest to the chilled air

you snap at him with your teeth, angry and humiliated that he tore off the top of your uniform, but he just roughly squeezes your chest, sending a spark of pain through you

you stutter out for him that he is a worthless god, and he tells you to shut your mouth before grabbing onto your face and slamming your head down on the ground

your brain spins, and pain pounds through you

but it’s enough of a distraction to have Liu Kang flip you over and pin your hands behind your back and pin your legs down to the ground with his weight without a fight

you can’t even spit out an insult with how your head spins, but you shiver as Liu Kang pulls down your pants and let out a choked grunt when he slaps your ass

he continues to leave hard hits on you, and you can’t help but moan at the pain

he laughs at your pleasure and mutters out that of course you would like to be spanked like some dirty whore

you choke out an insult, telling him that his hits are pathetic, but the effect is weakened with the whines and moans that spill from you with every slap

finally, he stops his attack on you and pinches the red flesh of your ass, and you hiss at him to hurry up and fuck you properly

he mutters at you to shut up, but Liu Kang is also growing impatient

he dips his hand between your legs and collects your wetness on his fingers, teasing you and making you squirm in his tight grip

you try to goad him into fucking you, telling him that maybe he’s too much of a coward to fuck you, and he pinches the sore muscle on your ass to make you whine before going back to sliding his fingers across your pussy folds

he doesn’t fuck you on his fingers, he doesn’t rub or pinch your clit, he just collects your wetness on his fingers and spreads your pussy folds

it’s driving you crazy, and you can feel yourself growing wetter with the teasing

you need him to fuck you right now, and you moan out for him to just get on with it and fuck you

he tells you to ask nicely, to stop being such a fucking brat, and to submit properly

you try to glare at him as best you can with your face pressed into the dirt and growl out that you will never be trapped underneath his thumb

he just tells you that you’ll break soon enough, that he can do this for as long he needs to

true to his word, he just continues to rub your pussy folds, and you grow more and more desperate to cum as he just continues

you can feel your wetness dripping out of you and onto the floor, and your pride falters as the need for him to just do anything else besides tease you grows and howls to be eased

your mind no longer spins from the impact of pain but rather from the overwhelming need to be fucked

Liu Kang listens as your stifled whimpers and moans slowly grow louder and louder and flow more freely from your mouth as he continues to slide his fingers against you

finally, tears slip from your face, and you whine for him to fuck you, to do anything else but tease you

Liu Kang tells you to do better, and you want to give him a snappy retort

but you hold your tongue and ask him to please fuck you, you need it so bad, please, and he smiles wickedly at you as he retracts his fingers from your drooling pussy

Liu Kang can’t ignore his own need either anymore, and he pulls his pants down and lines up with you before thrusting into you

you whine at the stretch, and your hips buck forward to get away from the pain

but Liu Kang keeps a tight grip on your hip and starts fucking into you ruthlessly, making you moan and squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure

he doesn’t speak as he fucks you, just letting out animalistic grunts as your pussy clenches down on his cock while you whine for him

you can’t muster out anything snarky to say to him as the hand restraining your arms grips on tight enough to leave bruises while his other hand pinches at your sore ass

but it’s not enough, and he leaves your clit alone as he chases his own pleasure

you try to whine out something about him not being able to properly please his lover, but as if it’s a sixth sense, he gives a particularly rough thrust and your mind goes blank as his tip hits that sweet spot

soon enough, his thrusts grow irregular, and he grips onto your hips as he pulls out and pumps his cock and cums on your ass

you thrash in anger he leaves you unsatisfied, and you immediately hiss out insults at him as he finishes spilling his seed onto your backside

he ignores your angry squawking and just spreads his cum on your red ass, admiring how it paints your skin and drips down your legs

you wiggle angrily in his grip, trying to break free, but he continues to just admire his view

finally, he grows tired of your angry hisses and leans down to wrap his arm around your neck and drags you up so your back presses against his chest

you struggle in his arms, but the ache between your legs and the unsatisfactory feeling settling in your stomach already has you distracted

the edge of your vision blurs, and you choke out that he’s terrible at pleasing his partners before passing out

you wake up in the cell again, tied up in the familiar bondage of chains

but you’re completely naked, and there’s a burning feeling on your neck you don’t recognize

when Liu Kang comes down and visits you, food in hand and a teasing smile on his face, you realize your imprisonment has changed

for better or for worse who knows

[billluver0124]

“my sweet baby”

synopsis: after bill being bratty to y/n in public, he finds himself begging for release just a few hours later in their bedroom

WARNING: degrading, p in v, sub!bill, dom!reader, usage of words like: slut, whore, baby, mama. (lemme know if I missed any)

This was just another night of sex for bill and y/n right? Wrong. This was punishment, bill decided to be bratty to her during the entirety of y/n’s best friend’s birthday party. Pinching at y/n’s sides, begging and whining to go home because he doesn’t like parties like this, that the birthday party was boring. This kept going on until she had enough. Pissed off as she grabbed him by his wrist and dragged him to the car, straight home.

Y/n doesn’t say a single word, she doesn’t even look at him the entire drive. Causing bill to be frightened but also slightly aroused, “what is she gonna do?” He thought to himself, playing with his fingers and looking down the entire time. They finally reach home, She gets out of the car first, slamming the door causing bill to jump a bit. He soon gets out of the car, he walks in to y/n pouring herself a glass of water in the kitchen. She glared at him as she took a sip of the cold liquid, bill felt his pants tighten a bit, “I-I’m so-“ he gets cut off, “Room. Now.” y/n demands. Bill turns around, hands in his pockets, looking like a sad dog as he walked upstairs to their bedroom. He closes the door behind him and sat on the edge of their bed nervously, fiddling with his fingers and biting his lip.

Five minutes later y/n barges in. “You gonna explain to me what the fuck that was at the party?” y/n asks, in a cold tone. “I-I wanted to come h-home..” bill answers, his head hung low like a sad, pathetic puppy. She chuckles, “how pathetic can you be?” she walks closer, holding his jaw in her hand. “Did you wanna come home just to be mama’s slut again? Just to get fucked?” bill doesn’t say a word. He looks to the side with puppy eyes, unamused by his response y/n grabs his boner through his pants. Causing bill to let out a whine. “answer me you filthy whore” She demands “ja! ja m-mama..” bill admits, slowly bucking his hips in her hand. “Look at you, fucking yourself in my hand” she coos, whispering in his ear. “You just wanna get fucked, don’t you?” she mocks. “m-mama please, i w-wanna get fucked.” bill begs, continuing to buck his hips in her hand. “mmm I don’t know if I wanna fuck a dirty whore like you” she says, “but maybe you need to be fucked into your place right?” bill nods eagerly. “mmm, bitte berühre mich mama..m-mein schwanz tut weh“ he begs. “aww, you’re aching for me?” y/n leans down to kiss his neck, sucking and biting at the area.

She gets closer and straddles him, grinding her hips slowly on his erection, causing bill to moan. “m-mama..” bill moans softly. bucking his hips to match her grinding rhythm, making y/n moan herself. She crawls back, planting a kiss on his boner, bill bit his lip whispering to himself “please..”. y/n slowly unbuckles his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers as well, whipping out his sensitive dick. bill shivers from the sensation of cold air on it. “such a pretty cock for such a filthy slut huh?” y/n says as she wraps her hand around it, pumping it slowly. Bill lets out low moans, bucking his hips for more friction. she tightens her grip a little, going a bit faster. In return bill moans even louder, gripping the sheets. y/n seems to enjoy this, maybe even a lot more than bill. “you look so pretty baby. But too bad that you were being a brat today..” she says, as she lets his cock free from her hand. Bill whining from the sudden loss of contact, she unbuttons her jeans, pulling them down along with her panties. Y/n crawls closer to him, hovering her pussy over his aching dick. She whispers in his ear, “you know brats like you need to be punished right? that behavior isn’t okay baby” she says as she nibbles on his neck, the painful pleasure makes bill whimper. “I-im sorry m-mama..” bill moans out, his eyes rolling back from the action going on his neck. “Sorry isn’t enough, you still get consequences for your actions.”

she gives him one last kiss on his lips before aligning him to her slit, then pushing herself down. causing bill to let out a loud moan, fisting the sheets. She slowly goes back up, then slams back down, “ngh!-scheiße..” bill moans, his hands on her hips trying to have some sort of control. “Hands off baby..” she says, going faster and letting out moans herself as she feels herself closer to her climax. “mmm-mama..” bill whimpers, his fingers shake from the intense waves of pleasure. y/n grabs onto the headboard of the bed, going faster. bill’s mouth hung low, his eyes rolling back as he sees stars. “y-y/n..” he moans. his legs begin to shake and a knot formed in his stomach, he knew he was about to cum.

“m-mama..” bill lets out, “yes ngh-baby?” “can I cum? please please please can I cum?” he looks in her eyes like a puppy, his watery eyes getting bigger as he begged, y/n gets closer and whispered in his ear. “no, no you may not” bill whines, bucking his hips slowly into her, “mmm-faster” she moans, “I c-can’t, I’m gonna cum..” “you’re gonna cum?” She mocks, “that’s so disappointing because I want more cock” she slaps his outer thigh, making him go faster. He moans pathetically, his voice getting raspy and shaky. Y/n goes faster holding onto the headboard, letting out moans herself. her legs get a little tired after a bit so she slows down. “Are you ready?” “F’what?” “to put your babies inside.” bill nods eagerly, “ja! j-ja mama” “okay baby, go ahead”

She smiles softly at bill’s excitement, holding onto his shoulders as he wildly bucks into her. “shit..you’re so good f’me aren’t you baby?” she moans. “mhmmm m-mama” he whines. Y/n feels bills cock twitch. “look at me when you cum baby” she softly demands, adjusting his face to look at her. His mouth hung low and his eyes began to roll back, “nuh-uh, look at me” y/n demands. bills watery eyes widen and his mouth hung low as he let out a loud high pitched moan, spilling himself inside of her.

She rides him slowly, milking everything out of him. “m-mama, n-no more..” he moans, trying to get her off. She gets off of him, and lays down on the other side of the bed, opening her arms for bill to lay with her, he does just that. Laying his head on her bare chest, “you did so good baby” she kisses the top of his head, massaging his scalp with her fingers. “thank you mama, you always know how to take care of me” “anytime my love..” she covers the two of them with a blanket as she felt bill begin to fall asleep. “I love you y/n..” “I love you so much more my sweet baby.”

guys this is my first fic, please feel free to put some feedback bc I’m pretty sure I need it, also sorry if it’s too long😓

[1byhwng]

Jealousy -황현진

Synopis- you and hyunjin have been dating for 3 years and he was always happy to be around you but something changed. Nothing a little jealousy can’t fix.

warnings: slight-angst/cursing/smut/idk what else /a bit toxic ig

tags: fem reader, mommy kink(?), switch!hyun, switch!reader, p in v penetration, fingering ,oral

A/N- this is my first time writing on Tumblr so…uh it may not be good👍🏽 also it was rushed 🤗

MINORS DNI

Hyunjin walks in from practice avoiding you as always. This has been going on for a month now and you can’t help but wonder if you did something wrong.

You stand up and walk to his room and as you approach the door you can hear his voice, “I wish she would go away sometimes but at the same time I just..never mind.” Something in you turned once he finished speaking and thoughts swarmed through your head.

Despite that you knocked on the door , “hyunjin can we talk?”, after a few moments the door opened hyunjin stood there without any emotion in his eyes. He raised his eyebrow urging her to say something.“I just wanted to ask why you haven’t been talking to me lately.” He looks at you for a moment before walking back in his room avoiding the question.

are you fucking kidding me? You thought

A few weeks later You, Han, Chan, and jeongin are sitting on the couch watching a horror movie. You and Han are sitting together sharing a blanket and Chan has his own that he’s sharing with jeongin. As the movie goes on Han slowly slides his arm around your waist. You could see that he obviously liked you before all of this but you didn’t care and maybe hyunjin wouldn’t either.

After the movie Chan gets up to take a call and that left you, jeongin, and Han. After a moment of silence jeongin speaks up sweet smile “so..how are you and hyunjin?” As soon as he said those words hyunjin miraculously showed up not wanted to start drama you say “we’re “fine” emphasizing the ‘fine’. He’s quiet after that “do you wanna watch another movie while we wait for Chan to get off the phone?” You look at the two boys sitting beside you. Before they could answer hyunjin walks over and grabs your hand and walks to the room without a word. They watch in confusion but shrug it off and still decide to watch a movie.

Once you make it to his room he locks the door. “Hyunjin what the actual fuck is going on with you?!” You have never snapped off at him like this before. He looks at you with a smirk “oh? I’m sorry that my girlfriend was practically letting one of my friends eye fuck her!” You scoff without responding. “Is mommy quiet now? Well don’t worry I have something for you to talk.” You raise an eyebrow at that..he smirks and walks you towards the bed and sits down pulling you on top of him. “Are you serious?! They are in the living room yknow and our walls aren’t thick” he plays with your hair and looks into your eyes as if he was the most innocent person known to man. “Then we have to be fast, right mommy?”

“F-fuck..please” hyunjin whimpers into his hand as you ride his cock slowly purposely grinding against his hips. His hand grip your waist tight as he starts thrusting inside you. “P-please I wanna cum so bad” he groans throwing his head back as his grip on your waist tightens. “Baby what did I say before?” You lean down whisper in his ear lightly stroking his sides. “Don’t c-cum without your permission..” you smile “good..looks like that brat you had is gone now.” He looks up at you with hooded eyes as he bucks his hips up into your cunt his cock going deeper inside of you each time. “Please l-let me, please” with your head buried in his shoulder as he pounds into your cunt drawing loud moans from your lips.

“You’re so tight I can’t-“ his eyes roll back as his orgasm washes over him his hips bucking into yours as his cum fills you completely. Without warning he picks you up making you frown at the emptiness. “Hyun-“

“spread your legs..I want you to cum too” doing as he says you spread your legs giving him full access to whatever he wanted to do. He gives you a lust-filled look before burying his face in your cunt eating you out like a mad man he dips his tongue into your entrance while he looks up at you watching how your face contorts in pleasure as he sucks on your clit and traces your entrance with his fingers before pushing two inside. he looks up and watches how you grab the sheets and cover your mouth to muffle your moans. “C’mon baby let me hear you it doesn’t matter if they’re here or not.” He groans before speeding up the pace with his fingers.“hyun..nghh-fuck I’m so close, p-please” he keeps going while muttering sweet nothings into your ear. “Such a slut for my fingers aren’t you?”

“don’t worry there’s more coming”

A/N: felt cute might delete later 😝

[t0xicityz]

I need a Drabble of wonu x reader. He’s showing off his strength indirectly and is non chalant about it which makes his partner so WEAK for him (omg) I beg u pls

Clueless Nerd<3

PAIRING: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: He was so focused on himself he forgot his Girlfriend was more focused on him then he was.<3

WARNINGS: slight NSFW MDNI<3

A/N: sorry guys I haven’t been posting much it’s bc I have been quite busy so forgive me please and please send my request an ideas for anything you want me to write about.😭

Wonwoo just had woke up at 6:30am in the morning with you snuggled into his chest, he chuckled before pecking you on the forehead. He got up and got ready to go Downstairs to do his morning workout but before he did he made his protein shake and some breakfast for both the of you.

When he finished eating he went downstairs to the gym and started stretching, when he was done you were already making your way downstairs to watch him. He started working on his arms to start off but you were looking at how hard his biceps were getting every time he pulled up.

It had already been 40minutes and wonwoo looked so fucking sweaty but his face never broke once except for yours, you were hot and bothered looking at his biceps, his abs, his thighs, his back, heck even his ass. You were so dazed that you didn’t realised wonwoo saw you through the mirror.

“Oh hey pretty what are you doing up at this time hm?” You snapped out of your daydream when he started talking. “Just wanted to see my love working out.” You smiled innocently at him as he smiled back not knowing you were actually burning with lust for him.

He went back to working out while you kept staring at his arms and thighs (and ass)wonwoo started getting suspicious of how you were practically glaring at him and his body, and it didn’t take him that long to realise how you were looking at him.

A smug look appeared on his face as he turned around with a stern look. “Hey Pretty mind holding my biceps it’s kind aching a little and I need a hand to help me out.” You quickly nodded before walking over to him and gripping to dear life on that bicep.

You felt the sweat and the heat that was coming from his body as you felt yourself getting dizzy and heated by the fact his bicep kept getting harder and harder. You let go when he put the weight down. “Ok next pretty I need you to sit on me while I do bench presses.” You nodded and when he lied down you sat right on top of him.

When you sat down you can feel his cock through his shorts you nearly mewled when you felt his hips buck up. “Sorry pretty let me just adjust a bit.” And he did while you were sitting on his big cock you were basically soaked down there you wouldn’t be surprised if he was soaked too with how wet you were.

“My pretty girl you are going to have to stop soaking me right now because not only can I feel it soak my shorts but I can also feel it soak my cock as well so be patient petty or you are going to wait until tomorrow.” You whined as you felt yourself rocking your hips back and forth forgetting what he said but stopped when he held your hips still. “I said wait you fucking slut.”

Smack.!

You helped quite loud when you felt his hand come in contact with your ass, you started whining. “You are so impatient you can’t even wait until I’m done huh.?” He quickly got up as he picked you up with him.

“I’ll show you how much I can tame a fucking brat.”

[livelaughlou]

You know what i wanna see 👀👀👀

But also 🎩 🪢 pleeeeease 🤍

🌶️- spicy food fic (Tommy goes through it in the name of love)

It starts, like a lot of things in Tommy’s life these days, with a late night insomnia TV watch.

He wouldn’t have it any other way, of course.

But his head is curled on on a pillow on Evan’s lap as they watch some sort of cooking show, he’s dozing, but Evan’s showing no signs of flagging. Which is fine, Tommy thinks sleepily, because they sprung for the best, biggest couch they could find when Evan finally moved in and Tommy’s just as comfortable here as he is in their bed.

Evan’s absently rubbing his back as he’s enthused in his cooking show. “Babe, you like spicy food right?”

“Hmm,” Tommy says, mostly half asleep as he answers. Which, when he looks back on it, is his first mistake.

🎩-marriage of convenience

"I have an idea," Buck says slowly. "And you can say no, well, I mean, I wish you wouldn't because I really want to help you, but-"

"Evan," Tommy says and if Buck isn't mistaken, there's an undercurrent of affection there. "What's your idea?"

"We get married," Buck says, before he can change his mind. "So you get your inheritance."

Now it's Tommy's turn to spit beer all over their table.

🪢-Kinky Husbands fic 2 (sequel to see you in my fireflies) This part isn't explicit though, it does discuss kink (tying someone up)

"I wanna tie you up," Buck blurts out.

Tommy pauses stirring the creamer into his coffee. He looks at the mug, then Buck, then the mug again, like it's going to provide him answers. He calmly finishes his stirring and finally looks at Buck again.

"Not now, dear," Tommy says in that dry tone. "I have a headache."

"Well no, not right this second," Buck says with a snort, putting a little whine in his tone because he knows Tommy loves it when he's being a bit of a brat.

[sleepysnk]

SUMMERRR 💛 can I pls have cockwarming hcs with hanma

- Lu

a/n: hi lu bae! 🫶🏻 of course you can, so thank you for requesting! i was hoping for some hanma content and i am so glad i was able to get it. thank you again babes and i hope you enjoy these! 🤍

characters: hanma shuji

warnings: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, some exhibitionism, public sex (?), hanma is kind of mean (not too mean tho!!), use of pet names (baby, babydoll, doll, princess), praising, some degradation, edging, teasing, breeding kink.

COCKWARMING HEADCANONS.

hanma shuji:

- okay, i firmly believe he would be a huge fan of cockwarming. he loves whenever you just sit on his cock and leave it nice and snug inside your cunt.

- it happens somewhat often with you two. sometimes he’ll let you sit on his lap and take out his cock just for him to slip it inside. usually when this happens, he’ll watch you squirm and twitch underneath him. he’s a tall guy.. i just know he gets off watching you whine and move around on him. to tease you, he’ll rub your clit and smirk when you buck your hips or move around. don’t move too much though.. he might pull out and not let you cum.

- “aw.. is that too much, babydoll? that’s too bad, you’re gonna have to take it.”

- sometimes hanma let’s you cockwarm him when you’re out in public, or when he’s in the office at work. you’ll wear a nice skirt and he just can’t resist the temptations, so he slips his cock into your hole and let’s you sit there. bonus points if there’s someone in the room like kisaki. sometimes he’ll shift around and watch you struggle to keep quiet. oh god, he gets so fucking turned on watching you crumble in his lap. he almost has the urge to let kisaki watch.

- it’s also a struggle for him too. your pussy would be quivering and twitching around him that he has to stop himself from fucking your brains out. you’d be a dripping mess too. he could practically feel how soaked you are, and it almost always leaves a mess on his pants. you’re just so tight and irresistible.

- now if he wants to be mean, he will tease you so fucking bad that you’re practically begging him to move.

- hanma definitely gets off on you begging and whining for his cock. he could practically bust from you just crying his name, but he likes to see how far he could string you along. especially if you’ve been a brat all day, or just really needy in general.

- if you start moving, he will literally hold your hips down with his hands. he doesn’t want to rush anything and he’s not gonna tolerate you being impatient, so expect him to be a little bit aggressive. he might even hold you by your throat while your back is pressed against his chest. he has no problem putting you in your place later on, so you better behave 😭 or else you’re gonna get it later on with his dick.

- “quit being impatient, baby. i know you’ve been a desperate slut but i’m not gonna let you get away with this.”

- when he’s a lot nicer, he’ll let you move until he’s had enough and just fucks your brains out. he’ll just grab you by your thighs and just start fucking you upwards with his cock. the pace is relentless and honestly knocks the damn wind out of you, but oh, does it feel good. he hits all of those delicious spots inside of you that make your brain turn to mush, and it’s such a relief when you finally reach your orgasm. hanma also likes seeing the way your pussy creams and leaves a mess around him.

- cockwarming also happens after sex as well, especially if hanma came inside you.

- he likes to make sure his cum is nice and full inside your womb, and he wouldn’t want any of it possibly leaking out. he’ll leave his cock inside of you for a bit until he’s absolutely sure it’s all in there. it also helps with less mess ;). though, sometimes, he likes to watch it flow out of your pretty cunt. it only makes him wanna fuck it right back into you.

- “yeah, princess.. just stay like that. i don’t want a single drop coming out, doll.”

- he’s just so.. yeah. you get the point.