#but i can feel it being pumped out and then back in

[cyberlillies]

how caleb gets you used to his huge cock!

wc: 1.3k

you have always whined about how caleb's too big, and that you are afraid that you won't be able to take him. caleb's solution? make you cockwarm him any and every opportunity he gets. maybe he's reading a new physics book, or assembling a new plane model, or maybe playing the latest console game, he will always have you split on his huge length.

he'll have you wear short skirts and thongs around the house, making sure he has easy access to you. all he needs to do is flip over your skirt, push aside the thin material of your panties and you're ready, almost always dripping wet for him.

"we'll make your pretty little pussy mold to the size of my cock. you want it to fit, right, pipsqueak?”

you nod fervently as he settles you on his lap, facing him. barely pulling his boxers down, he pumps his cock, getting it hard and ready to penetrate you. his other hand works furiously on your clit, fingers rubbing random shapes to get you nice and wet for him. you let out small moans as you grind on his hand, nudging his fingers towards your slit. he knows what you want, you know that he knows what you want, yet he'll delay giving it to you till you have orgasmed atleast once from your clit.

his fingers find your hole, two of them thrusting into you and wasting no time in making you cum. you moan uncontrollably as you shake on his lap, his fingers curling inside you, stretching out your walls and pressing against the bumpy surfaces. you can hear the squelching sounds and feel the cold air hit your stretched hole as caleb sets an unimaginable pace on your poor pussy.

you soon squirt all over his lap, wetting his pants with your juices. red tinting your cheeks, you gingerly look down at the wet patch on his jeans, and then back up at him. he doesn't care in the slightest. instead he's bringing up his fingers to lick away at the nectar you released, groaning at your taste. maybe it was from all the apples he fed you, but he could swear you taste just like them.

his cock remains neglected, standing proud and tall, veins climbing up and rushing blood into every part of his thickness. his tip is gleaming with the precum it released and you're tempted to taste him, just like he tasted you. before he could register it, you swipe the precum building on his slit, a glob of it now sitting on your index finger as you wrap your lips around it. you feel him, he's salty and thick, with an earthiness that had you moaning.

"you naughty girl." caleb can't help but groan, his cock quivering from the slightest touch to his slit.

"you did it first." you stick out your tongue at him.

he laughed, a hand squeezing your face. "you really like it huh? how about we train your mouth next? you can taste me all you want.” he playfully slaps your cheeks a couple times.

your eyes widen, betraying your excitement at his suggestion. he can't help but chuckle, "fuck... you're so desperate, pipsqueak. i'll give you everything you need, all in due time.”

he's rubbing the head of his cock against your wet folds, preparing to push in. you whine as he enters you, pushing past your tight walls. you feel like you're getting torn apart from how thick he is, despite this being like the millionth time you've taken him. tears line your eyes as you hold the hand guiding his cock into you.

"it hurts? do you want to stop?" caleb sounds concerned, his thumb swiping at the tear building in your eye.

"n-no... let me... let me do it at my own pace…”

your arms are wrapped around his neck as his hands find your waist, guiding you slowly down his length. you can't help but roll your hips as he breaches into you once again. your walls clench around him, making it harder for him.

"relax." he winces, your tight walls suffocating him.

"i-i'm trying…" your chest heaves up and down, trying to steady your breathing and relax your muscles.

“shh.. i’ve got you.” caleb runs soothing hands down your back.

you continue sinking down his cock, his head soon hitting your g-spot. you throw your head back, stilling in his hold. your legs are trembling as you feel the burn in your lower area. you feel so completely full, yet when you look down you can see a considerable amount of caleb’s cock still left unsheathed.

you whine in frustration, “you're too big!”

“should i take that as a compliment?” caleb smirked.

you roll your eyes, a pout on your lips.

“you don't like it?” he’s like a kicked puppy.

“i never said that.” you reply a little too quickly. “just… i want to take all of you… but i can't!”

caleb caresses your face. “we don't need to hurry, pipsqueak. we have all the time in the world. i assure you i’ll make it fit.”

you look at him, forehead scrunched, still doubtful at his words.

“do you trust me?” caleb asks.

“yes.” there's no question about it.

“let me take care of you then.”

caleb lifts up your hips a little, letting his cock rub against your walls, stimulating and loosening them. he presses you down, his tip now hitting the spongy mouth of your womb. your walls clench around him as your juices leak down his shaft. he grunts in your ear, still trying to push upwards, trying to get whatever inches remain inside you.

your voice rings across the entire room. eyes rolled back into your skull, nails scratching caleb’s arm, you have never been touched so deep. you roll your hips, trying to get comfortable, causing caleb's cock to twitch inside you. he holds you still, his self-control millimetres away from fraying away.

you like how he's trying to hold back, it makes you want to tease him. rolling your hips again, this time a slow, deliberate grind, tightening your walls around his cock, you glance at him, lips curling in a smug smile. sweat coats caleb's forehead, his darkening gaze locked onto you.

“don't get cheeky with me.” caleb warns in a low voice, his deep tone igniting a new fire in your gut.

“what, can't control your—ahhn!” you yelp as caleb punishes you with a mean thrust of his hips.

you can feel his balls hit your folds, he was now completely inside you. a warmth bloomed inside you, his thickness at the core of it. his head is squishing your womb and his cock literally reshaping your insides. his shape is imprinted on you, the bulge on your lower belly a reminder of how tight of a fit it was.

your whole body is constricted by a foreign force. unable to move even an inch, you helplessly whimper. you're completely at caleb's mercy. his hips stutter, thrusting into you shallowly, still reeling from your mischief earlier. your walls constrict his cock, sucking him in and holding him snug inside. he runs a comforting palm over your womb, tracing his form on you.

“f-fuck, you love acting like a brat, don't you, pipsqueak?” he breathes out the nickname that once held an innocent connotation. you moan his name in response, neither a denial or affirmation of his question.

minutes pass and caleb feels your walls relax. he releases his evol and you immediately hit his chest with your fist, grumbling as you wrap your arms around him, nestling into his chest as he remains sheathed deep in you.

“i’ll get back at you for this, just you wait.” you fake annoyance.

caleb’s chest rumbles against your flushed skin as he lets out a laugh at your sinful, yet adorable visage.

“sure, sure. now stay still and be a good girl for me, okay?”

[muqingslover]

[ you know it ladies, it's me, the virgin Caleb truther back at it again. I added a tag just this so you can find the posts easily under "virgin Caleb agenda" ;) ]

Let's talk about how messy Caleb is when he eats you out for the first time. His mouth moving in a way that's clumsy and almost awkward, unsure of what he is allowed or should do now that he's come this far. Was he supposed to use his fingers too? Well, he can safely assume he has to use his mouth to some extent but only god knows where he's supposed to actually put his tongue on...or in. Every woman is different, or so he's heard.

Oh but don't think he's anything if not eager because he has enthusiasm to spare. The only problem is that he doesn't know what feels good for you. He has his pride too sometimes and wouldn't want to ask for your help, not at first, so he can prove he is able to do something on his own too, but honestly? That is not happening, not this time at least.

By all means push this man down and take a seat on his face. Grab him by his hair, tight enough that he'll groan at his strands being tugged, and tell him to keep his tongue out and you'll take care of the rest. Having you manhandling him despite knowing he's stronger does things to his brain cock and god when you start to ride his mouth? He's died and gone to heaven.

His dazed eyes remain trained on you, taking in every and each moan that leaves your lips, while one of his hands pump his hard, leaking cock. You taste so damn good that he just can't stop himself from wanting more— His tongue darts out to push inside your little hole, relishing the sound of your gasp and feeling his confidence growing by the sight of you trembling in pleasure. Caleb absolutely loves when you use him, depend on him, need him, and gets off on the fact that he's the one making you let out those sweet sounds even if he's not in charge this time. He fucks your cunt with his wet muscle like a starved man, both spit and your juices dripping down his chin in a delicious mess that he couldn't be more proud of.

The clenching around his tongue makes him wish it was around his cock instead, oh how heavenly it would surely be to push himself into that warm, tight pussy of yours. Your hand tugged harder on his hair when you came, pressing yourself down and further into his mouth as your thighs tensed up around his head, unintentionally cutting off the man's air for a moment too long. When you realized you immediately tried to check on him, afraid you might've killed the man, only to feel Caleb shuddering and moaning against you like a bitch, finding him in a state of absolute ecstasy after lifting your hips off of him. His eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed a dark shade of red while he grinned, licking his drenched lips and feeling his own orgasm running through his quivering body.

"Please, do that again." Is all the man would say as he tried to catch his breath. He looked forward to the next thing he would learn about your body and maybe, just maybe, he also hoped that you would let him fuck you if he was an obedient, patient boy.

[slvbun]

BLOW YOUR MIND ♡ Rafe C.

Rafe being an insistent bastard after watching too much porn.

content: fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, praising, +18 pls read at your own risk.

english's not my first language, so sorry 4 the mistakes, lol

Rafe had a mission, and he wasn’t backing down. He’d seen it in those grainy porn videos late at night, girls soaking the sheets, trembling, losing their minds, and he was hell-bent on making his girlfriend do the same. She was sprawled out on her bed, legs spread wide, her body glistening with sweat under the dim glow of her bedside lamp. Her pastel pink sheets were already a mess, damp with her arousal, and her breathing was ragged, her voice hoarse from moaning. Rafe’s fingers were buried deep inside her, slick and relentless, his wrist aching from the effort, but he didn’t care. He’d made her cum six times already, six fucking times, and still, no squirt. He wasn’t stopping until he got it.

“Rafe, please,” She whimpered, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as she squirmed beneath him. Her voice was a broken plea, her hands clawing at the sheets, then at his arm, trying to push him away. “I can’t—fuck, I can’t take anymore!”

Her face was flushed, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her lips swollen from biting them through every orgasm he’d ripped out of her.

“You can, baby,” Rafe growled, his tone low and commanding, though there was a thread of praise woven into it. “I'll blow your mind. I know you’ve got more in you.”

His free hand pinned her hip to the mattress, keeping her still as his other hand worked her over. Two fingers curled inside her, pumping fast and deep, the wet, obscene squelch of her pussy filling the room. His thumb pressed hard against her clit, rubbing tight, ruthless circles, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Rafe—oh god, it’s too much!” she sobbed, her voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, her seventh orgasm hitting her like a freight train. Her whole body convulsed, her toes curling, her nails digging into his forearm. A gush of wetness coated his hand, but it wasn’t enough, not the flood he was chasing. He grinned, feral and determined, licking his lips as he watched her unravel.

“That’s it, princess, cum for me again,” he rasped, his voice dripping with filthy pride. “You’re so fucking perfect, look at you—dripping all over my hand. But we’re not done yet.”

His fingers didn’t slow, didn’t falter, even as his knuckles cramped and his arm burned. He added a third finger, stretching her tight, soaked heat, and she screamed, her hips bucking against his grip.

“No, no, please—I can’t!” Her begging was desperate now, her words slurring as overstimulation turned her brain to mush. Her clit was so sensitive it hurt, every brush of his thumb sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and Rafe’s cock twitched in his jeans at the sight. She was a wreck, his wreck, and he fucking loved it.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, leaning down to kiss her trembling lips, tasting the salt of her tears. “You’re my good girl. You’re gonna squirt for me, I know it. Just let go.”

His fingers pistoned faster, curling harder against that spot inside her that made her see stars. The pressure built, her body tightening like a coiled spring, and he could feel it, she was close, so fucking close.

Her moans turned to high-pitched whines, her head thrashing side to side.

“Rafe—fuck, something’s—oh god!” Her voice cut off in a choked gasp as he pressed down on her lower stomach with his free hand, his fingers slamming into her g-spot with brutal precision. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, and then it happened.

A hot, forceful rush of liquid sprayed from her, soaking his hand, his arm, the bed beneath them. She squirted hard, the clear fluid drenching everything in its path, and Rafe let out a triumphant, “Fuck yes!” as he kept going, milking every last drop from her.

Her body shook violently, her thighs clamping around his wrist, but he didn’t stop until she was a boneless, sobbing mess, the sheets ruined beneath her.

“Holy shit, baby,” he panted, finally pulling his dripping fingers out. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan, savouring her taste. “You did it. You fucking squirted for me.” He crawled over her, cupping her tear-streaked face in his hands, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I’m so proud of you, princess. You’re so goddamn amazing.”

She could barely speak, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body limp and spent, but a faint, exhausted smile tugged at her lips.

“You’re… insane,” she whispered, voice shaky.

Rafe chuckled, brushing damp hair off her forehead.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he teased, settling beside her and pulling her into his arms. The bed was a disaster, his hand ached like hell, and she was still trembling, but fuck, it was worth it. She’d given him exactly what he wanted, and he’d never seen anything hotter.

[angelltheninth]

Can we get some Mark Grayson dating and first time having sex headcanons?

I finally caught up with Invincible season 3, so yes.

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, dating, cunnilingus, virginity loss, dry humping, creampie, scared of power use, breeding kink

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A/N: Wanna see how long Mark will be able to stay positive this time. I'm not giving him a big time window for happiness.

As if it wasn't nerve wracking that you're losing your virginities to each other, Mark also has to be mindful of his superpowers

When you say you're sure that he wouldn't hurt you he tells you the embarrassing story of him breaking sex toys because he got too into it, he felt too good

He doesn't want to hurt you, this was supposed to be about pleasure

To ease into things he wants to eat you out first

Worst case scenario he gets you off with his mouth and tongue and then jerks off

Rips your underwear off with shaky hands

Almost drools at the sight of your pussy, dripping and waiting for him

Keeps his body against the bed so he can rut wildly into it, the friction making his cock twitch with need

Mark moans as he tastes you, finally, his tongue pushed all the way inside your clenching hole

When you say his name and tangle your hands though his jet black hair to pull him closer he relaxed a little, confidant that he can at least fuck you with his tongue

One of his hands presses against your lower back and pushes you up, allowing his mouth to close around your pussy, his lips nudging your clit, his tongue licking patterns in and out of your pussyhole

Sloppy as he is he's not a quitter, he'll eat you out until you squirt on his face

His pride quickly melts away as you pull him closer and tug on his erect dick, angling him with your entrance

Mark pulls back, still not sure about this, how can he be sure he won't hurt you

If he was normal, like you, he wouldn't have these fears, of course he would still be careful but he knows there would be less need to freak out like he is currently

You don't want him to back out of this because of fear, you keep pumping your hand up and down on his cock, keeping him hard and hot in your hand

The solution you come up with is that you will ride him

He can stand still if he wants, or he can simply hold you, while standing on his knees and watching you fuck yourself stupid on his incredible cock

Mark almost comes as soon as you take him past the tip

One of his hands balances himself on the bed, the other is pressed against your hip, encouraging and soothing your nerves at the same time

If it hurts you can stop, he won't hold it against you

But oh boy did he underestimate how much you want to fuck him

As soon as he's all the way inside and you've had time to adjust to his girth you pull away, you hear him gasp as his slick cock is revealed and then you slam right back against him, his cock back in your cunt where it belongs

Mark is mesmerized, barely managing to speak full sentences, he's talking about your hot pussy, how much he loves you, how nothing has ever felt this good, how this is so much better than his wet dreams made him think it'd be

The repeated smacks of your ass against his abs drive him crazy and he smacks one of your ass cheeks, chuckling and moaning when your pussy grips him tighter

Something about how tight you are, how your velvety walls are pulling him in is driving him crazy

He gets the idea to creampie you, the need to see you swollen with his seed, the urge to have his cum dripping from your pussy, the fantasy of fucking a baby into you, the dream of having a family and being a good father

Overtaken by this desire he pushes his hips into yours when you pull away, hardly ever leaving his cock out

You feel so warm he never wants to leave, and seeing as your pussy is only getting wetter, dripping all over the sheets, you like him being inside you too

Mark cups your jaw and trails his hand down your neck, grunting out how much he loves you as he slams deep into you and floods your womb with his cum

The torrent of heat makes your body tremble, your pussy spasming around him, your hips moving faster and faster, encouraged by his words

His arms wrap around you before you can fall against the bed and he leans back, pulling you into his lap and kissing your neck and shoulder

Nothing ever felt this good, he's not sure anything ever will

Tells you how much he loves you, how much fun this was, and in the midst of your words of love and giggles neither of you notice how his hand is constantly rubbing your belly

[scorpioriesling]

Your Ridoc smut is so good ughhhh— Will you maybe write more with prompt 69 plsplsplsplsss

Loving You Out Loud

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, nsfw, p in v, oral, fingering

Summary: Keeping your relationship with Ridoc quiet for so long has had its pros, but once your friends catch onto your antics, you realize the two of you might not like being so quiet anymore.

SR’s Note: This uses prompt #69 from my request masterlist, so naturally... LMAO. Thank you for your request, and I hope you enjoy (; I did more porn WITH plot this time, lol -- it actually turned out kinda cute. <3

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"Yeah! Then Violet went all crazy, I swear she was pulling moves I'd never seen before, and..."

You nod along as your friend Rhiannon continues, recapping how the night full of challenges had gone as your mind begins to wander. She was only filling you in because you'd been sick... and by sick, you meant "sick". At least, that's what you told the others.

"...and then, Sawyer challenged him for saying such a thing!"

Her voice fades in an out, the memory of last night threatening to cloud your thoughts once more.

"Fuck, baby -- so sweet," Ridoc had said, the low rumble of his voice sending a fresh wave of heat to your core. You squirmed atop him, adjusting to take him into your mouth once more.

You moaned loudly as he slicked between your folds, making a sloppy mess between your thighs as you straddled his face, lying flat atop him to take his length down your throat.

He sucked in a harsh breath as the tip of his cock hit the back o fyour throat, and you pulled your lips away slowly, smirking as you released him with a loud pop.

"Mmm, you like that?" You teased, continuing the slow strokes of your hand as your fingers stayed wrapped around his length. He chuckled, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he sucked harshly. You squirmed, the sensation perfectly pleasureable and all too much at the same time.

"No more teasing," he warned, lifting you off his face to lie on the bed next to him. He moved atop you, staring into your eyes with all the love in the world.

"I need you," he said quietly, his fist pumping his hard cock a few more times as he aligned himself with you, your essence still glistening on his chin.

Rhiannon pauses, and you refocus on the world before you.

"Y/N? Are you alright?"

You meet her gaze, faking a cough before pinching your eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," you stutter out. She places a comforting hand on your back.

"Still not feeling well?" She offers, and you give a small nod.

"Just recovering." Your cheeks heat. You hated lying, but... there's no way in Hell you'd let the truth out.

You round the corner into the mess hall for lunch, and Rhi waves excitedly as she spots your usual table full of squadmates. Your eyes search for his brown ones, all to familiar yet all too ... absent, it seemed.

Taking the seat next to Maren, you perch near the end of the table, your chatty friend and squad leader sitting across from you.

"Fuck Ridoc -- yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, every word puncutated with his hips snapping against yours. He stared down at you, the hungry look in his eyes making the situation all the more delicious.

"So fuckin' tight," he breathed out, a few short strands of hair falling into his eyes as he focused on the point where his dick rammed into you. You meweled and clawed at the bedsheets, trying your best to keep quiet.

He adjusted his position, moving to hover over you more as he pushed his huge cock in at full-force. You cried out in pleasure, and he slipped a hand over your mouth.

"Such a good girl, so... loud, I love it," he cooed, his eyes meeting yours once more. "You can take it all, hm?"

Your eyes rolled back as you felt the red-hot coil snap inside your lower belly, every wave of pleasure flooding through you in an instant. Your eyes widened, staring up at the love of your life as he panted above you.

"Fuck -- fuck, feel so good baby, squeezin' my fuckin' dick like that... oh Gods.." he trusted in, his movements becoming slower and slower as you clenched around him. He let out a short groan, pausing to grab his cock in his hand and pump himself inside you.

"Mmmm... cum in me, please," you begged, still riding on the orgasmic high your boyfriend had given you. He breathed deep, his seed spurting inside of you and coating your inner walls.

It was a feeling that couldn't compare -- not that you were ready to divulge the relationship you shared to your friends quite yet.

"Feeling better today?" Sawyer asks from a few seats down, and you only offer a short nod before glancing down at the table before you. Everyone continues talking, but Imogene's voice is heard clear over the rest of the group.

"Funny, Ridoc said he wasn't feeling well last night either," she muses, and your eyes lift to meet hers. She toys with a piece of broccoli on her plate, the light catching on the silver of her fork. "How... strange."

Her eyes only spare you a glance, and thank the Gods -- your face is reddening again.

"W-what's that supposed to mean?" You stutter, and Imogene shrugs.

"Maybe you both got food poisoning," Sloane suggests with a shrug. "Did you eat any of the same things last night-"

Imogene cuts her off with a loud sigh, glancing back your way.

"I just mean it is rather... convenient, you're both sick at the same time." She huffs a laugh, a devilish smirk crossing her features. "Kind of like last time when you were injured, and who volunteered to stay with you for those three days while you healed?"

You chew the inside of your cheek, trying to find some way to diverge this unfolding situation.

"In... private, too." Imogene muses, lifting her fork and slowly chewing on the veggie. More pairs of eyes have turned to look to you, their curiosity piqued.

You let out a shaky laugh as images from the previous rendezvous flood your mind. Surely you're as red as a tomato by now-

"Ridoc... oh Gods, I-"

"You, what, sweetheart?" He laughed, offerring you a sly smile as his long fingers continued pumping in and out of your throbbing core. You squirmed, sucking in a sharp breath when pain once again bloomed in your side. Your boyfriend noticed, placing a gentle but halting hand on your absomen.

"Healers said you're not supposed to move," he said, his voice gruff. The heat beneath your skin, just under his hand... Gods, it was hotter than any other time.

"I... oh Gods, yes," you squeak, watching as his fingers plunge into you at an increasing speed. He curls them inside of you, rubbing on your most sensitive spot where the heat continued to build.

"Oh Gods -- Ridoc, I'm-!"

Your release gushed out of you, splattering across the linen sheets of the hospital bed as Ridoc continued fingering you, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth. You moaned loudly, tossing your head back against the pillows as his minstrations slowed.

Glancing down, you noticed the huge wet spot below you, and your cheeks pinkened. Ridoc's eyes looked over your body, pure lust clouding his vision.

"That was the hottest thing I think I've ever fucking seen," he growled, leaning in and pressing a quick, starving kiss to your lips. "If you weren't injured, I'd have you ass-up for me right now."

"What are we talkin' about?"

You breathe a sigh of relief as Ridoc slides along the bench beside you, his thigh pressing against yours as he tosses his rucksack onto the table carelessly. Everyone turns this time, staring at the overly unaware male as he greets the team with a grin.

Sloane coughs once, and Imogene shrugs.

"We were just... making the connection, that the two of you were both um," Rhiannon pauses, her gaze finding yours. "Sick, last night."

Ridoc flinches, a look of surprise crossing his face.

"Oh wow, really?" He muses, and you suck in a breath as his large hand finds the top of your thigh. "I had no idea you were out last night," his gaze locks onto yours, and you have to fight to keep your grin at bay.

"Y-yeah," Sloane continues on, her interest in the situation rising. "Did you guys... um." She twists her mouth to the side, deciding how to finish the question.

Ridoc's eyes widen in surprise. "What, skip the challenges together last night?" He glances at you again, laughing overabundantly. "No, no -- I didn't even realize she was sick, to be honest. Wonder how that happened."

He shrugs, and you chew on your lower lip. His fingers drift higher on your leg, inching closer and closer to your core. You mentally battle removing his hand, or leaning into the touch.

“Maybe it was food poisoning.” He suggests, and Cat snorts a laugh.

“Sounds about as believable as when that one suggested it the first time.” She gestures to Sloane, earning an eyeroll in return. Thankfully, the conversation stops there, everyone returning back to their previous talks.

Once everyone’s eyes are off of the two of you, you shoot Ridoc a withering side eye.

“What the Hell are you doing?” You whisper angrily, and he only grins.

“What, I can’t get turned on by my girlfriend mid-day?” He chuckles, and you smack his hand away.

“Ridoc, I thought we were still keeping things… quiet,” your gaze falls to the table, and his hand finds the small of your back instead.

“Sweetheart, I’m ready to tell everyone the second you are.” He gives you a reassuring nod, and you sneak a glance at his lips before meeting his gaze again.

“I just… maybe I like the quiet moments we share. Don’t you?” You ask, and his face inches closer to yours.

“I do… but I also like the loud ones.” He winks, and your face flushes. He brushes a thumb over your cheek, and you hear a few whispers from the other end of the table.

“Guys,” he announces, his gaze not straying from yours. “We have something to come clean about…”

The table is nearly quiet before Sawyer snorts.

“You’re not really telling us anything we didn’t already suspect,” he chuckles, and Imogene shrugs in an I-told-ya-so way.

The flush on cheeks doesn’t falter as Ridoc scootches you as close as possible, finally looking at the table of your friends.

“We’ve… we’re… uh,” you stutter, and Ridoc places a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“She’s mine,” he says confidently, and you try to stifle a smile as many raised eyebrows and looks of approval come your way. “Has been, actually, for a while.” His hand still rests on your back, rubbing up and down as your squadmates revel in the new information.

Rhiannon, however, is unamused.

“That’s… great, that you’ve finally let the cat we all knew was in the bag, out.” She says, giving you a raised eyebrow. “But please — don’t ever skip challenges again so the two of you can fuck-“

“WHAT? No, oh Gods, no no,” you scramble, hiding your face in your hands. “We both truly were-“

"That's not what you said last night," your boyfriend muses, and you glare at him. Rhiannon only waves a hand.

“I’ll let you off the hook this time, just… don’t make it a habit.” Her eyes find yours as she chuckles. “You don’t have to plead your case to me, Y/N.”

With that, the clocktower chimes signaling the end of lunch and the resume of classes for the day. Everyone stands at once, and Ridoc tosses his pack over his shoulders as he follows you out of the hall. As the two of you proceed to your next class, you feel his fingers lace through yours.

“This, is the type of loud I like.” He says, kissing the top of your head as you walk hand in hand. “Moments where I can show everyone, without restraint, just how much I love you.”

You giggle, looking up at him before pulling him closer to snuggle against his arm.

“I think I’ll enjoy loving you out loud, too.”

✧･ﾟ: *

[cbuumbbles]

[Decode Pt. 2] Self-Aware! Caleb x fem!reader

CW: Smut, this shits gonna get freakyyy, 18+ MDNI. (Contains: egregious squirting, vaginal fisting, cunnilingus, unrealistic belly bulge, HES GOT A HUGE PENIS GUYS, so many orgasms, water breaks to stay hydrated, size kink ??, def hand kink, dacryphilia, misuse of evol, drooling, choking, tummy appreciation in missionary, breeding kink too possibly?? not really, but maybe if you squint, idk if I’m missing anything else w/ out spoiling). SORRY FOR THIS LAUNDRY LIST. I got carried away :p

Summary: You and Caleb had been dating for a while now and your needs couldn't be more met than they are with him.

A/N: Hi people! If you haven't read part 1, go read it! Part 1 is not freaky btw. This is my second time writing for this godforsaken website. So I still don't know how to make it look fancy. Bare with me. Anywho! I hope you enjoy, this is my first time in a long time writing smut, so if it's bad, just tell me nicely so I can fix it. Also sorry this took so long to get out after part 1, I have had 0 time to write.

Part 1

Caleb had finally convinced you to quit your job so he could take care of you full time. You loved the time off, he made sure to pamper you too. Your nails were always done, hair trimmed, and your back massaged. When he wasn't home, you started having to get creative with ways to entertain yourself. He had bought you a vibrator a while back which helped entertain you until he got home. You'd think it'd wear you out by the time he got home, but something inside of you was like an insatiable beast that needed to jump on Caleb as soon as he got home from work. Caleb loved every second of it, he loved giving you as much pleasure as you wanted. If you thought you were spoiled before you got together, you haven't seen anything yet. Caleb would do anything you asked him to, and you've asked him to do a lot. He's always happy to oblige and eager to please you. Being able to code anything about your reality was a life saver. Since he knew what you liked, he coded himself to be able to give you the maximum amount of pleasure you'd ever want. He was also surprised about how you weren't completely dehydrated all of the time, but he made sure you drank plenty of water, even having water breaks in the middle of sex to keep you from passing out.

Right now, you were using your vibrator on your shared bed, waiting for Caleb to come home. All you could think about was how good it's gonna feel once you start feeling his fingers filling you up. You started to imagine his fingers teasing your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around. His thick fingers were something you drooled over every time you saw them, they were perfect and all you could picture in your mind when you saw them was how nice they feel pumping inside of you. The vivid fantasies started to feel real when you swear you can feel his fingers start to slip inside of your dripping pussy. They felt so real that you opened your eyes to find Caleb, home from work. "Hi princess, I'm home." He whispers, smiling at you while his fingers were pulling squelching sounds from you. It was embarrassing how wet he could get you. But he knew all of the places he needed to get to in order for you to get undone on his fingers. He bent down, using his tongue to lap up some of the mess you were making. "Always taste amazin', pretty." He praised you. You were moaning in response, unable to form proper words. But that's how he always had you, it was like magic. He could melt your mind in an instant with just his fingers, something he was extremely proud of. All you could say was 'more' and 'Caleb,' it was like a mantra. He sticks another finger in, making it a total of three, but he knew you could handle the whole fist tonight, you were sopping. The spot under you was drenched in your squirt. He loved how messy you were and that he was the only one who could get you to that point.

"I- close, Caleb 'm close." You hurried out, he kept his same pace as you felt the white hot pleasure building in your stomach. The journey to the orgasm was almost as pleasurable as letting go, maybe it was because you knew what was about to happen.

"Come on, angel, come on my fingers." He coaxed, his words being the final push that sends you over the edge. You moan and whine out his name as you feel your pussy pulse around his fingers, squeezing them in. As you ride out your high on his fingers, the feeling fades and you start working yourself up again. He adds another finger, making it four and you feel amazing, on cloud nine. The water works were going everywhere and you couldn't shut your mouth, as hard as you tried. You were making a mess of Caleb, thankfully he undressed himself before starting in on you, you could see drops of your squirt on his chest which made you incredibly more horny somehow. "You're doing so good, takin' me so well, pretty. You think you can handle the whole fist now?" He asked. All you could do was nod your head fervently. "I wanna hear your words baby, think you can do that for me, or are you too fucked out to speak?" He knew the answer, anything past three and you were completely melted. "My dumb little angel forgot how to speak. You're lucky I know you so well, I know exactly what you need." He coos, adding the last finger. You could feel him reaching every possible spot he needed to, his fingers stretching you out and getting you ready for his cock. You felt that familiar feeling start building up again as you suck in his fingers subconsciously. He could tell you were getting close by the way your walls were spasming around his hand. "You're so greedy with my fingers baby, it's makin' me jealous. You're taking me so well, pretty. Getting all stretched out for what's coming later. Gettin' so wet for me, you're drenching the bed. You're doing such a good job, princess. Come all over my fingers." He spoke, all of his praises going straight to your core as you felt that burning hot feeling again.

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb." You repeated in quick succession, you could feel your release rapidly approaching.

"That's it, come on, angel. Let yourself go, beautiful." He says. His encouraging words help you focus on getting to your release and when you finally snap, it's just as intense as last time. You pulse around his fist and your legs start shaking. You know that tomorrow will have to be a recovery day for, the night is still long from over. "Let me get a taste, baby. Can you sit up for me?" He asks, you try your hardest, able to get to your knees. Your brain was fried and all you cared about was getting more. He handed you your water as you took slow sips, learning not to chug it all at once by now. "Sweet girl, that feel better?" He asks, taking the water back to set it down, as you nod your head. He lays down on the bed and you know exactly what he wants. You hover yourself above his head, staring down at him through tired lids. He grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto his face, he moans in pleasure as a response. "So good, angel. Taste so good." He moans into your pussy, using his tongue to fuck your hole while his nose was rubbing into your clit. You couldn't help your hands traveling down to his head to push him up further into you, using your hips to grind on his face. You were so spoiled, using his face like this, but he loved every second of it. You tasted tart which reminded him of his favorite fruits. You could hear him sucking everywhere he could get his mouth on, it felt so good. You desuctioned yourself from Caleb's mouth, with a wet plop and a whine from him, to turn around to put your hands on his chest. Now he was nose deep in your pussy and his tongue was working on your clit. You fucked his nose, hearing the sound of labored breathing through his muffled mouth. You saw his hips buck up into the air as he was holding you down on his face like a vice.

You just tasted too good, the remnants of squirt still coating your sex. His moans were deep with a heavy vibration that you felt throughout your entire body. It was enough to have you heaving for air as you got closer to your third release, from him, that night. He began sucking on your clit, tonguing it while the pressure from the suction helped get you off. The suction started building your release as you started getting desperate for release. "Please Caleb. I need it so so so bad." You beg, it coming out labored from how little you could focus on anything other than releasing on his face. The sounds of his muffled moaning mixed with the wet sounds coming from both of you were what you focused on to finally snap and pulse your cunt onto his face. You could hear his muffled praises from underneath you as he worked you through your third orgasm of the night.

He lifted you off of his face and flipped your positions with ease. You think you're finally ready for his dick, but he has other plans. "I'm not done tasting you yet. I didn't get nearly enough time with that gorgeous pussy in my face." He said, your slick coating and dripping off his face. He dips his head between your legs again and starts his attack on your sensitive bud again. You jolt in response from how sensitive you were. You felt like you had nothing more to give, but every time Caleb would start up again, you'd be proven wrong. There was a battle in your mind. You wanted to go to bed for the night, but you also wanted every single orgasm he was about to give you. You buck up into his face, grabbing his head to push it down into you, but your hands are pulled from him and held by an invisible force. You whine, trying to fight his evol holding you down. "If you weren't so greedy, I wouldn't have to keep your hands above your head." He comments, looking at you while sticking two fingers in your hole. You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. His fingers were pushing against your gummy walls, hitting every spot with a precision that made you favor fingers over anything else. Caleb knew your preference and made sure to spoil you. You felt him go back to sucking on your clit, still pumping his fingers into you. It was like he was the conductor of the most beautiful sounding symphony and you didn't want it to end. Everything was so overwhelming that you couldn't help but beg, but you didn't know what you were begging for. Caleb loved hearing your pleading voice repeating his name. He loved breaking your mind with pleasure. There wasn't a time that the sex you had together didn't end up in you becoming a drooling mess. You tasted amazing, he couldn't get over it. If they made a drink inspired by you, he'd drink it every day. He couldn't get enough of you, because, just like him, he is just as insatiable as you are. He'd eat you out all night if he you'd last without passing out. You definitely last longer now, you're able to have more orgasms in one session. You used to get wiped out after two, but he's trained you to go to four. Tonight he wants to try for six, he knows you're ready, that you're so good for him. His tongue wouldn't relent, keeping a sickening, steady pace that made your mind swim with thoughts that were nothing but Caleb. The combination of everything with the steady pace he was keeping and his moans into your sex made the feeling start to build up again. Your moaning turned into whines and whimpers the closer you got to finishing. You could feel tears threatening to spill from the overwhelming amount of times you've came and you didn't know what number Caleb planned on stopping at. He loved making you orgasm, it was one of his favorite things to do. He also loved watching tears roll down your face from how overwhelming the pleasure was.

"Caleb!" You whined out as you were pushed over the edge again, for your forth orgasm. Your breaths were uneven as you tried to come back down. He kept going until you rode out your high, stopping to grab your water again, knowing you'd need it after how much fluid you lost. Again, you sip it, tears drying streaks onto your face, your hair a wild mess from all of the thrashing you were doing and Caleb didn't think there was a prettier sight in the world.

"So pretty baby, such a mess for me. Like a work of art." Caleb was no artist, but he thought that if he were, you'd be his best work. Your chest was heaving as you took in breaths through your nose as you kept sipping the water. Your eyes were closed and you felt ready to fall asleep, but you also craved more. You wanted his cock and thankfully that was the next part of the night. "You ready, angel?" He asked you. You just nodded, handing your water to him with your eyes still closed. "Are you too sleepy?" He asked causing you to groan in protest. He had fucked all of the words out of you. "Alright then, greedy." He narrowed his eyes at you, like a predator with their prey.

You feel his evol moving your legs, folding you in half. Then you felt him hovering over top of you. You open your eyes to see a slice of heaven. His face was glistening with sweat and your juices, same with his chest. You could smell your arousal on him now and it made you realize he had been too busy eating your cunt to even kiss you yet, so you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into one. You can taste yourself on his lips as your tongues meet together, fighting for dominance. Neither won, but the war was still raging. You bit his bottom lip to surprise him. He moaned in response, taking the hint and doing the same thing back. Your fingers were tangled in his hair to try and pull him closer to you because he never seemed close enough. You desperately wanted to wrap your legs around his torso to slam him down onto you, but he still had his evol holding your legs in that stretching position. You whined into the kiss, wanting friction from him so badly. “Please, Caleb. I need you.” You whimpered, looking at him with the most desperate look in your eyes. He couldn’t say no to you, especially not when you were looking at him like that.

You had taken him many times before, but you still needed a pretty big warm up before he could penetrate you. Saying his cock was big was an understatement. It caused a delicious belly bulge every time he’d go in. “Alright honey, I’m gonna start sliding it in.” He warned you. You felt his tip prod at your entrance making you impatiently eager. The first feeling of his cock entering you made you gasp. It was never not shocking to feel how girthy he was. You felt him keep going and you thought he must almost be done by now, until you heard him say. “Tip’s almost in, honey. You’re doing amazing.” And with that a final pop and his tip was officially in. Now the real challenge was being able to take all of him in. You hated leaving some of his dick out; you didn’t think it was fair for some of his dick to have a taste and the other part left in the dust. This is where the previous size training comes in handy. You can handle all of him, it just takes time to get it all in. After that, it’s smooth sailing.

“God, Caleb.” You choke out, eyes going wide at the sensation of how full you were feeling already.

“Don’t tell me you’re already quitting? We’re not even half way yet, angel.” He teases you.

“No, please keep going. Need more.” You muttered, gripping his biceps for dear life. As full as you felt, he was right, you were so greedy. He loved how you always craved so much of him. He was happy to oblige. He kept sliding further into you that you could feel him in unusual places, but you loved it. You craved it. You couldn’t wait to see him poking through your tummy.

“Almost there, love. Doing so well for me. Takin’ me like you were made for me, baby.” His praises made you throb around his dick, which earned a hiss from him. “Careful, princess.” He warns. You feel the last of him bottom out with his balls on your ass. “Did so good for me. Look at that.” He said, forcing your head, with his evol, to look at the bulge he made. The sight literally made you drool. You were shocked it took you this long to start drooling, but the sight before you was delicious. You detangle one of your hands from his hair to press down on it. You both moaned in response. He starts thrusting and you started seeing stars. He went slow at first, like always, to ease you into it. You knew his mercy wouldn’t last for much longer. Instead of begging for a faster pace, you relished in the calm before the storm. That surprised Caleb considering you were usually whining at him at this point. He figured it must’ve been because of how many orgasms you had that night. Still more to come! “Always so tight for me.” Caleb manages to grunt out. He loved missionary because he got to watch your tits bounce up and down. Your cute little tummy made the same bouncing movements too that he loved.

Then he sped up and you were gripping his biceps like a lifeline. Your face was dug into his neck, biting into his shoulder and accidentally drooling on it. Caleb loved witnessing you turn to mush beneath him. It was a feeling he would never get over, he'd do it forever if you'd let him. You looked perfect, your sweat was making your hair stick to your forehead and it gave your skin a beautiful glow. Your flushed cheeks were calling out to him to kiss them. He peppered your cheeks in kisses as you moaned out his name. You felt yourself building to climax again, this was past your limit. You knew you could do more, Caleb always brought it out in you. Your squirt was spraying up from being smacked into, it was a mess. You could tell how much Caleb loved it by the feral sounds he was making paired with the aggressive thrusting. He had you hovering off of the bed now, holding you up with his arms and keeping your thighs at torso level with his evol. He was grunting in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were, how much he loved you, and other sweet nothings. It helped push you over the edge to the point where you were gripping so hard on his biceps that your fingers turned white and half moons from your fingernails would linger for a couple of days. "Caleb." You whined out, your voice coming out in waves of volume that matched the thrusts he was pounding into you.

"That's it baby, you got it. You're almost done." He said. With every steady, rough thrust, you could feel the build getting faster and faster until eventually it all climaxed and you started pulsing around him, once again. His dick had finally had a taste of your orgasm pulsing around him. It was like you were trying to milk him. He could've came, but he knew he needed to last a little longer to pull that one last sweet orgasm from you. "'m not done yet, princess. Just hold on until I can fill you up." He instructs you, causing you to moan. His pace was relentless and it felt sweet going in and out of you. You were addicted to it at that point, wanting to feel him stuffing your pussy full forever. You'll have to ask if you can cockwarm him sometime soon. He'd obviously agree, but he wouldn't make it easy for you.

He flips you over, using his strength to arch your back and choke you from behind. He used his evol to keep your head back while he stuck two fingers in your mouth. The slight pressure his evol added to your neck was addictive. You sucked and bit down on his fingers, moaning his name. He felt so much bigger from behind that it was almost ridiculous. Your whimpers and whines faded into the distance only to be replaced by viceral moans as he pounded into you with a sickening pace. The noises coming from your sex was like music to your ears. His fingers in your mouth caused you to drool more. Thankfully, you were in the spare bedroom so that way you could change the sheets and clean the mattress and still have a bed to lie down in to get aftercare. Because with the way you were making a mess out of both ends, you'd need a dry place to sleep. "Mmm." You loudly whine, feeling it build up again.

"You almost there again, already?" He teased you. He loved looking at you from behind too. He loved looking at you from any position really. He thought you were the most beautiful angelic person to ever exist. "Come on baby, let's cum together. I'm gonna fill you up." He said as his hands dwared your hips as he began to hold them to slam you back into him. Your tears started up again as they began to stream down your face.

You felt it build up and up and up until it finally spilled over, you spasmed on his cock, feeling impaled. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." You said over and over again like a mantra.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming." He groaned, pumping his cock into you. You could feel him paint your pulsing walls. It all felt so warming, it could put you to sleep. He pumped his last few times to finish inside of you, pulling out of you and immediately pulling you into him for a much needed hug. "So beautiful and perfect. I love you so much, honey." He said, using the nickname you used to have when you'd fake date. Those same butterflies from back then found their way to your stomach too.

"Mm, love you too... S'much." You muttered out as best you could. You could tell you were fading fast. All you wanted was to fall asleep in his arms while he played with your hair. You also realized how thirsty you were too. "Water?" You asked. He was already one step ahead of you, holding the straw up to your lips. You took sips, making contented sighs as you leaned back into him. This was heaven, you were sure of it. Every day he'd treat your needs as the top priority. You couldn't express how much you truly loved him. It was impossible because there weren't grand enough words to describe it.

"Let's get to bed, baby. You look so tired." He cooed at you, lifting you up and carrying you into your shared bedroom. He laid you down in the bed, going to grab a towel to clean the mess in between your thighs. "You did so well. Six in one session. And that's not even counting the ones you had before I got home. You're so amazing baby. I knew you could do it." He spoke on his way back from the bathroom. He cleaned me and then him, tucking me into the covers and turning on the ceiling fan. He threw the towel in the dirty laundry and finally joined me in bed. By the time he climbed in beside me, I was already half asleep. He turned me around to cuddle me into his chest and I fell asleep with a content smile on my face with his fingers playing with my hair.

[geekforhorror]

meddle about

pairing: kang dae ho x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!dae, public(ish) sex?, handjob (m!receiving), teasing, edging, dirty talk, implied p in v sex, degradation, etc.

The two of you couldn't care less when it came to where you were right now. Currently, you and Dae-Ho were in a restaurant bathroom passionately kissing each other that ended up with him being pushed up against the bathroom stall door.

The date had started off so innocently. It was just the two of you eating dinner at a candlelit table and soon enough, you found yourself grabbing Dae’s strong thighs through his dress pants.

He immediately felt the effects of it when the blood started rushing to his dick. He tried to play it off as nothing, but he couldn't hide it from you.

That's how you guys ended up here.

With him still being pinned against the sturdy door, you decided to take this chance to pull him by his robes into the nearest stall door without breaking the feverish contact. Once you enter the confined space, you lock the door shut and continue running your hands all over his body. You could feel his hard on through the thin fabric of your dress and noticed the way he was rutting against nothing. There was your reason why. Truth be told, he had been craving you all day while you were busy at work. He had tried getting off by himself, but he just couldn't for some reason.

Fast forward to when you got ready for your night out, he saw you for merely twenty seconds and had to hold back a moan at the sight of you.

You wore a black satin dress that went up to just below your knee and paired it with your favorite pair of high heels. He swore he was going to cum on the spot.

"Oh I see why you're all worked up now baby…..it's because of the dress, isn't it? You like that you can see my nipples, yeah?"

He's too far gone to give you a real answer, so he just nods at your question, hoping it's sufficient enough to satisfy you. Unfortunately for him, it's not and you instantly pull away, earning a sour pout from your needy boyfriend.

"If you're gonna be a needy boy, you're gonna have to use your words, baby," you order.

"Yes it's the dress-" he lets out before you cut him off.

"See that wasn't so hard now, was it?" you reply.

"No it wasn't," he says shamefully.

"Now, what do you want, Dae?" you question.

“I want you to touch me,” he admits.

"Am I not touching you right now?" you ask rhetorically, eager to see his response. Then you get an idea. What better way to rile him up and make him tell you what he wants than to touch him all over until you find out exactly what he's craving from you?

"You wanna be touched here?" you say, tracing your hand over his chest.

"No-" he says. Experimentally, you continue to touch him with your hands until they make their way to his hips. "How about here?" you ask, teasing the shit out of him.

"No I want it-" he tries to say, but you can't be bothered to let him finish his sentence. You finally guide your hand down to his dick and you know you hit the jackpot in that moment. He had grown hard over a fucking dress? How pathetic.

"Now what's this, baby? Is this all for me?" you ask with a fake shocked look etched on your face.

"Yes, baby," he whines almost instantly.

"Such a dirty little thing for me. I wonder what would happen if I just.." you trail before pumping your hand around the fabric of his pants. You feel him twitch at your sudden movements and you can't help but smirk. "Poor little thing."

"Baby please..." he begs once more.

"What was that? Just wanna make sure I heard that right," you ask.

"Please help me...l need it...need you," you hear him say.

"That's a good boy," you coo. You decide to not waste any more time and start unbuckling his belt in a haste. Your lips find their way to his again as you throw his belt to the ground. You could practically feel the vibrations of his whines against your supple lips and it only made it so much hotter. You slide his pants off of him, leaving him only in his suffocating boxers where his hard on was torturing him.

"Let's see how much you need me, pretty boy," you say before breaking the kiss and pulling at the waistband of the fabric. With each soft pull of the garment, you saw more of his aching and reddened dick. You give it one last tug before sliding it down his toned legs. There it was, all ready for you and only you.

"You need me more than I thought," you tut at the sight of it.

"Need it so bad," he says.

"Oh baby, I know," you reply knowingly. "But, let's see how long it takes for you to beg even more."

With that, you rub his hard on with only the tips of your fingers and feel him involuntarily twitch at the newfound sensation. He wanted more.

"This is torture... please..." he whines.

"Then why are you twitching?" you ask.

"Feels so good…just can't help it."

You continue teasing the tip of his throbbing cock. You can feel it pulsing against your dainty fingers and you can only shake your head in disapproval. Now forming rough circles against the tip, you can see Dae-Ho lose whatever composure he had. This was gonna be fun.

Without any warning whatsoever, you start pumping away at his shaft that had already began to leak precum. He gasps at your actions and before either of you know it, he's throwing his head back in ecstasy. You slowly pick up the speed, seeing what reaction you would get out of him.

"Just like that...oh fuck!" he grunts.

"Such a needy little thing I have...all desperate for my hand," you say.

"Only for y-you!" he lets out, louder than anticipated. To be honest, he really didn't care how loud he was in the moment. He just wanted you to make him feel good. He was desperate.

“That’s what I like to hear, pretty boy.”

Your hand moves upward until you reach the top of his cock and start pumping ever so violently. You feel him grow even harder under your hand, which only eggs you on even more. You wanted to see your sweet boy unravel beneath your hand.

“I’m gonna-“ he attempts to say. You knew what the rest of the sentence was going to be like, so you don’t let him finish it.

You continue abusing his aching cock and can feel every single jerk of it while doing so. You can see him become more needy as the need to cum grows even more for him.

“Now you can cum.” you say.

“Need a little more!” he moans. You scoff at his words and decide to give him what he wants against your better nature. “Give me what’s mine. I know you can,” you demand of him. He nods his head and before either of you know it, he releases hot ropes of cum all over your hand, leaving it completely drenched.

“That’s it,” you praise. You hear his breathing shift as he comes down from his high and also hear it return to normal in no time.

“Now let’s get you dressed again, Dae. Wouldn’t want anyone knowing, would we?” you ask.

“I suppose we wouldn’t,” he says, earning a grin from you.

Why hadn’t you guys done this sooner?

[starpoweredv1b]

okay but double vag with the LADS men?? Like imagine getting sandwiched between 2 possessive men like Xavier and Caleb omg

double vag as innnn like dp in one hole??? anon...idk if my account is at that level of depraved just yet 😞 (i have talked about way worse) i'm kidding!! ty for the ask!!

being sandwiched between the two most possessive men in LADS is both a blessing and a curse. a blessing with how warm their bigger and sturdier bodies are pressing against you, the way their fingers trace and grab at your softer flesh, and definitely the way you can feel their need for you pressing so honestly against your thighs.

and a curse with how they're both finding ways to stand out at the expense of your insanity. the amount of times you have cum evident in the puddle on the ground mixed with their sticky cum. you were a fucked out mess, eyes glazed and brain absolute mush. your fingernails gripping onto Xavier's shoulders as Caleb's thicker cock slides in from behind. your thighs shook around his waist as the familiar rhythm of wet plapping sounds resumed.

"mngh...too much...need a break..."

you'd whine against Xavier's ear, only for Caleb to pull your head back by your throat, arms flat against the curve of it.

"come on pip-squeak hff- ompetition isn't over ngh- until you pick the winner. but you k-keep forgetting, hm? already too f-fucked out, aren't you?"

he'd pant in his usual taunting tone as Xavier's eyes narrowed at the exchange.

"well, maybe there's a way to solve it, darling. you can feel both of us at once for a fair evaluation..."

he'd say as he squishes your jaw between his fingers to bring your adorable face back to him. and you'd feel the tip of his still hard cock rubbing over your puffy clit, as he lets Caleb hold you up. he'd kiss you deeply, tongue erotically swirling against yours as his free hand lines his tip against your filled hole.

"you can take it, can't you, darling? you wouldn't want to be a...hff- fuckk- a biased judge?"

he'd half whimper as he pressed his tip inside. your eyes widened at the stretch, tightening initially from the unfamiliarity of having two cocks in one hole. Caleb would pepper kisses down the sides of your neck and shoulder, as xavier pushes deeper. your voice was getting louder as the stretch continues, both men stilling for a bit for you to adjust which didn't take too long from how prepped you are from how long the three of you have been going at it.

"s-so tight...s-so perfect..."

he'd groan out, teeth clenched as their cocks glided over each other within your deliciously tight walls. the sensation was driving the three of you to the point of no return, your ears were beginning to ring from how full and good it felt to have two cocks thrust into you in tandem. your sweet spongy spot rubbed over and over again with barely any breaks. all it took was the firm clamp of teeth on the shell of your ear and a calloused finger against your erect clit for the coil within you to snap for the umpteenth time, drenching the front of Xavier's pretty abs with your release. the feeling of you squeezing both of them tighter and against each other had their eyes rolling as they both pumped their full loads inside you.

as they both ease out of your gaped fluttering hole, Caleb would gently set you down on your shaky legs so that he could readjust and lift you in his metal arms bridal style as Xavier stroked away your sweaty hair that clung to your forehead.

"shit...never came so hff- much in my hff- life, pip-squeak. winner of today might just be you."

[nottslove]

gentle sex with mattheo pls?

yes. 🥺🥺 normally he's so rough, being voldemort's son, he thrives on rough fucks, sometimes engaging in a lil bondage and knife play. but when he's had a bad day, there's only one remedy... he knows exactly what he needs to feel better.

Warnings: SMUT UNDER THE CUT. 18+ minors do not interact or you will be blocked.

IT starts off with him coming back from his death eater meetings all tired and unusually quiet. The scent of your comforting food fills the air, but his appetite is non-existent.

On seeing you, his arms are instantly wrapped around you as he nestles his nose into your neck, an inaudible whimper leaving his lips.

"Matt?" you whisper, tentatively, afraid of chasing him away as your hands gently wrap around his much taller figure, one of your hands tangling itself into his hair because you know how much it comforts him when you play with his dark curls. "What's wrong?"

"Bad day," he mumbles into your neck, words vibrating against your skin. You can see droplets of blood clinging to his robes, and you waste no time in slowly bringing your hands up to untie them, letting them fall at his feet in a pool of fabric.

Left in his shirt and slacks, he exhales, slightly more comfortable than before.

You say nothing, allowing your hands to gently trail up and down his back, fingers tracing over every contour, every muscle... His face still buried in your neck, you can already feel his lips peppering small, needy kisses to your skin, and without second thought, you tilt your head backwards, giving him more access.

Soft moans already leave your lips when he begins gently sucking on your skin, leaving marks of red and pink.

You try to be a comfort to him, but how can you? When all you can think about are his hands, slowly caressing your tits... his lips, leaving love bites all over your pale skin?

You can feel your desire pool between your legs. You can feel your nipples harden underneath his fingertips as he gropes your boobs like they're a stress relief.

"Matty," you breathe, as he lifts his head, but latches his lips to yours, drowning out whatever words you had prepared.

"I need you," he mumbles, as if he can read your thoughts, feel your arousal without you being verbal about it. His beautiful eyes bore into yours, as if he's seeking consent, and a tiny smile worms its way onto your face as you bite your lip, giving him a small nod.

He doesn't need any more consolation— he wastes no time in snagging your lower lip between his teeth, hands reaching around to hold your underbutt, lifting you up and guiding your legs to wrap around his waist.

You can feel his hard bulge pressing into your stomach, and you let out a soft moan, audible enough just for his ears. "M all yours," you whisper softly, gently beginning to leave soft kisses all over his neck.

Everything after that is a blur, except for the way Mattheo hovers over you, clad in his boxers after peeling all your clothing away, along with his, pressing soft kisses to every bit of skin his eyes feast on.

"So, so pretty," he mumbles, burying his nose into your stomach, inhaling that sweet scent of yours. "Gonna let me fill you up, Baby?"

You nod desperately as he slides your panties down, tossing them aside and pressing a delicate kiss to your wet folds, enjoying the little whimper that falls from your lips.

"Matty," you whine, bucking your hips involuntarily.

"Shhh, I'm gonna take care of you," he mumbles, dragging his tongue across your slit to collect your essence, eliciting another soft whine from your lips.

And then he's sucking on your clit with his two fingers pumping in an out of you slowly, bringing you closer and closer to your release. You can feel the coil tightening in your lower abdomen, but just before you reach your high,, he stops his movements, and you can see the barest hint of a smirk on his lips.

It steals your breath completely.

Your lips collide with his, and before you know it, the tip of his cock is pressed against your folds, raw and red, the tip leaking precum that smudges messily against your soaked folds, mingling with your juices.

"Please," you whisper, giving him another nod as he looked into your eyes for final consent.

And then slowly, he enters you, your walls stretch around his cock, and you can't breathe. He feels so good, so fucking good.

"Fuck, Princess—" he groans, head buried into your neck, his moans ricocheting against your skin. "So tight..."

He inches in, deeper, burying himself to the hilt, and a gasp spills forth from your lips, and your eyes widen, fingers tightening their grip on his hair and shoulder as you leave crescent-shaped marks all over his shoulder.

"Matty—" you whimper, bucking your hips upwards, seeking the friction you need to reach your high. "Please," you whisper again, and you can feel your walls fluttering around his girth.

And then he begins to move, in low, languid thrusts. Bottoming out fully, before plunging into you, the sounds of skin slapping filling the air, which is decorated by your moans and groans of pleasure.

"Such a perfect lil hole— always clenching me so well," he praised, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. "Fuck— so fucking good, letting me use you all the time—"

His moans are soft against your ear, and you can feel how deep he is, how big he is, and you feel your tears balance in your eyes, unable to tell whether the moans you hear are yours or not.

He quickens his pace, the slightest bit, and your moans grow louder, along with his. "Fuck— Princess, I'm so close, you gonna let me fill that pretty pussy up?" he murmurs, his eyes meeting yours.

You nod, tears streaming down your cheeks as you give him a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, I want you to—"

Your words are drowned out after a particularly deep thrust, and your fingers clench the sheets underneath as you grow closer and closer to your high.

"Cum with me, Baby," he murmurs, as if sensing your approaching orgasm, his thumb drifting down to the apex of your thighs to gently rub your clit.

That is the undoing of you. Your eyes flutter shut, as white fills your vision and you're suddenly soaring, flying as you reach your high, but he doesn't stop.

Small screams leave your lips at the new angle— he lifts your leg and wraps it around his waist, tip brushing against that fleshy spot in the depths of your cunt.

You vaguely administer the curse-words leaving his lips, too preoccupied with feeling every nerve explode from the pleasure, and the next thing you know, his thrusts turn sloppy and you feel his seed spill into you.

You're a whining, moaning, shaking mess, and Mattheo presses a gentle kiss to your lips, telling you how well you took him and what a good girl you are.

You barely administer his words as he scoops you up and carries you to the bathroom, engaging in a slow make-out with you whilst he waits for the tub to fill with hot water.

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Author's Note: my first time writing for mattheo, i hope it was okay, and this is what you wanted..

so sorry it took so long, been having a sort of writer's block lately :') wanted to thank you all for 100+ followers :))

[morgana-larkin]

Here is part 13 of 'Just Tired' peeps! I still can't believe we were deprived from our babygirl this week, I'm missing her. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I'm also working on the next chapter of Worth It, it's at about 2k words so far! Also there will not be anything updated or posted next Thursday (February 27) as it's my 25th birthday, as well as March 1 as that's when my family is having the party.

Just Tired - Part 13

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (mentioned), Smut, Swearing, Emotional setback

Words: 3.4k

You’re curled up against Melissa’s body when you get a text. Melissa reaches over and grabs your phone and hands it to you. 

“Thanks.” You tell her before looking at the text. “Janine is inviting Jacob and I to this trivia thing tonight.” You say to her. “Do you want to come? I know you’re super smart and we’d win with you on the team.”

“No thanks, I’d rather not spend more time with those 2 than I already have to.” She tells you and you nod before replying to the text.

“Well I’m going, I love trivia. I was actually thinking of doing a little trivia game with my kids one day.” You tell her as you put your phone down.

“Oh, they’ll love that.” She says and you hum.

“Well I gotta go.” You say and get up but she brings you back to her body.

“No, stay.” She says and she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“I have to go home and eat something before I go. It starts at 7 and it’s 4:30.” You tell her. 

“You can have some leftovers here but I want that hour longer with you.” She says and you look at her.

“Hour longer to do what?” You ask her and she runs a hand up your leg. 

“Maybe some more of what we already did.” She says as she reaches your clit and starts slowly circling it. You automatically buck your hips as she applies more pressure and you moan out. “God, you’re so beautiful, and the sounds you make, I could listen to you moan all day.” She says and the compliments only make you wetter. 

“Oh god Melissa, don’t stop, please.” You say and she starts going faster and you fall on your back. It’s not long until you’re right at the edge and you come with a gasp. “Fuck.” You say as you try and catch your breath.

“You alright hon?” She asks and you nod.

“Ya, you just gave me one hell of an orgasm, that’s all.” You tell her and she giggles as she brings you closer to her to help you calm down. “Oh god, your tits are turning me on again.” You say and she quirks an eyebrow at you before she chuckles. 

“Oh ya?” She says and you nod and then you put a nipple in your mouth. “Oh god, yes, don’t stop.” She says and you continue to suck and lick her nipple while you play with the other one. You switch to the other one when she starts bucking her hips. You end up straddling her lap to get to the other one and Melissa touches all over your body. “Fuck me, please.” She begins begging and you pull away from her nipples.

“I was enjoying your nipples though.” You say and she groans.

“You could enjoy them another time, just fuck me.” She says and you bring your hand down to her entrance and are able to easily slide a finger in her and she gasps. You begin to slowly pump into her and she’s gasping and moaning underneath you. You slide another finger in her and then go faster. “Oh fuck!” She yells out and you smirk. You start curling your fingers inside her and then she feels her orgasm start to build. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She yells out and then her orgasm washes through her. “I can’t believe I was missing out on this from being with him.” She says and you smile.

“Not everyone is good at sex, luckily for you, I am.” You tell her and she chuckles breathlessly. 

After an hour of cuddling, you both get up and get dressed before she goes to reheat some leftovers for you. She puts some on a plate before popping it in the microwave.

“I’m glad you suggested this casual dating thing, I think that’s the best thing for me right now.” She says and you hum.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve done casual dating, I did it quite a bit when I was 20.” You tell her and she hums.

“Well you’re very pretty so I bet the girls were all over you.” She says and you chuckle.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re stunning.” She tells you and you blush.

“Well thank you.” You say and then the microwave beeps.

“Here, have some food. You need some fuel after all we did.” She says and you giggle as she puts a plate in the microwave for herself.

“I had a lot of fun today.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“So did I. I haven’t had fun like that in a while.” She says as she leans on the counter to look at you.

“You realise you’re showing a lot of your tits like that, right?”

“Are you complaining?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Although it’s making me want to touch them and then eat you out.” You say and she smiles before she gets her plate out of the microwave. “Can I ask you something about Joe?” You ask her and she nods. “Did he often guilt you into changing your mind about something?” You ask her and she thinks about it for a second.

“Yes, quite often actually. The most common thing was sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I stopped enjoying having sex with him and I was never really turned on when we did it. I said no to sex at least twice a month and he got me to change my mind every time. Often saying things like ‘do you think you’re too good for me?’ or ‘why are you withholding affection from me?’ are some examples.” 

“You are too good for him. He’s a fucking asshole who never deserved you.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Thanks, hon.”

“Hey, Melissa, we’re home!” Barb calls out.

“I’m in the kitchen.” Melissa says and Barb appears a few seconds later.

“Oh hello dear.” Barb says to you.

“Hi Barb.”

“How was the date?” She asks you both.

“It was a lot of fun, I pushed Melissa on a tire swing at the park.” You say and Melissa chuckles.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun on a swing before, even when I was a kid.” Melissa says. 

“I’m enjoying my time with you but I do have to go in half an hour.” You say and Melissa nods.

“Where are you going?” Barb asks you.

“Janine invited Jacob and I to trivia tonight and it starts at 7.”

“You’re not going, Melissa?” Barb asks her and Melissa shakes her head. “I think it might be good for you to do things like that.”

“I don’t want to spend any more time with those two than I have to.” She says to Barb. “They already annoy me enough at school.” She adds and you chuckle. “What?”

“They actually keep wanting to be friends with you two.” You tell them.

“Well that ain’t ever gonna happen.” Melissa says.

“As much as I respect them for wanting to work at Abbott, they are a bit much to be around.” Barb tells you.

Half an hour later Melissa drives you home and then you drive yourself to the bar for trivia. You walk in and see Janine and Jacob at a table and they wave you over.

“Hey guys.” You say.

“Hey Y/n, how was your weekend?” Janine asks you.

“It was good. Finally got Melissa to talk to me again after a week of her ignoring me.” You tell them.

“How did you get her to do that?” Jacob asks.

“That’s a secret.” You say and they sigh.

“You can’t just get someone like Melissa to talk to you again and not reveal how.” Janine complains. 

“Ya. What’s your secret, are you a wizard?” Jacob asks you and you chuckle.

“I could be.” You tell them with a smile.

“Is everyone ready for trivia?” A voice announces and everyone claps and yells.

You guys end up getting your asses beat by half of the groups.

“That was a lot of fun!” Janine exclaims. “We should do this all the time.” She adds.

“I don’t think I could do this every Sunday night.” You tell her and Jacob agrees with you. “Besides you’re in a relationship, don’t you have a life with him?” You ask her.

“It’s sometimes hard to have a life when we’re both poor. I mean I overdrafted on a donut hole this morning.” She says and you giggle.

“I understand that, I mean I wasn’t able to afford gas for 2 weeks.” You say. “It was either food or gas.” You add.

“How were you able to get gas again?” Jacob asks you.

“Well, Melissa found out that I was only eating microwavable meals and she got a bit offended at that and made me a meal that lasted a week and I was able to buy some gas instead of spending it on food.” You explain.

“Why was she offended?” Janine asks you.

“Cause she’s Italian, and cooking is a huge part of her heritage and life.” You tell her. “Well I gotta go if I’m not going to be a zombie tomorrow morning.” You tell them before you bid them goodbye and leave.

You get home around 9:30 and then you get ready for bed. You get comfy in bed and then you get a text and look at your phone.

Melissa: Hope you had fun tonight! I got like 20 questions asked by Barb

You: Sounds like torture, and I had a lot of fun. We got our asses beat though

Melissa: Glad you had fun! Good night, hon

You: Good night Melissa

You text that to her before you fall asleep. You wake up by your alarm the next morning and then you get ready for work before you go to work.

“Good morning.” You tell them all as everyone is already there.

“Morning Y/n!” Janine exclaims. “I know you both said you can’t do trivia every Sunday but what about this Sunday?” She asks both you and Jacob.

“Janine, it’s Monday morning, I don’t even know what I’m doing tonight, let alone Sunday.” You tell her and she hums.

“Same here.” Jacob says.

“Alright, fair enough.” She says and you go to get coffee from the coffee maker.

“Morning Barb and Melissa.” You tell them.

“Morning dear.” Barb says and you look to see Melissa absentmindedly playing with the spoon in her coffee.

“Melissa?” You ask her and she snaps out of whatever she was thinking and looks at you.

“What?” She asks and she sounds tired.

“Are you alright?” You ask her and she nods.

“Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” She says before she gathers her things. “I’m just going to relax in my classroom until the little eagles get here.” She says and then leaves. You sit in Melissa’s spot and look at Barb.

“Did something happen last night?” You whisper to her and Barb shakes her head.

“No, I just asked her a few questions about the date after you left and then we both watched some tv before we went to bed.” Barb tells you. “If you’re worried then you can check on her, I don’t think she’ll mind.” She tells you.

“Do you think I should? Would you check on her if you were me?” You ask her and she nods.

“If my friend was upset then I would want to know how to help them.” Barb tells you.

“But Melissa is your friend.”

“Yes and she’s going through a rough time right now and I can’t help her a lot at the moment. But I’m also not her safety net, you are.” She says and you sigh.

“I’m going to go check on her.” You tell her before you grab your things and leave. You walk to Melissa’s classroom and see the lights are off. You knock on the door and then you open the door and peek your head in. “It’s Y/n, can I come in?” You ask her.

“Sure.” She says and you walk in and close the door behind you. You see her at her desk and she’s using her arms as a pillow for her head on her desk.

“Did something happen last night or this morning? I know you said you’re just tired but your eyes were saying something different.” You tell her and she sighs.

“I got the divorce papers last night.” She says softly.

“Isn’t that a good thing though? It means you can finally divorce him.” You tell her.

“I know he won’t sign them which means I’ll have to take him to court.” She explains and you let out a breath.

“Oh, that is unfortunate.” You say and she hums. “But Barb and I will be here to support you the whole time.” You tell her.

“And both of you won’t leave even if things might get messy?” She asks and you walk over to her.

“You’ve seen what I look like in the morning, that kind of bond is hard to break.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“I think you look cute in the morning.” She tells you and she lifts her head.

“I look like a fucking disaster.” You counter and she smiles. “In all seriousness, I don’t plan on leaving your side. You were an ass to me and ignored me for a week and I’m still here for you.” You tell her.

“Thank you.” She says and you go over and hug her. You then start to hear voices in the hall and look to see there’s 5 minutes until the bell rings.

“Do you want 5 minutes alone?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Can you stay?” She asks and you nod. You sit on her desk next to her and you grab her hand. You stay rubbing her hand gently until the bell rings and then you give the hand a kiss before you go to your classroom

“Have a good day.” You tell her and she nods

“You too.” She says and then you leave her classroom.

The day goes by normally after that. You notice Melissa having fun teaching her kids something new and the fact that they’re engaged in the topic. At lunch you see her laughing and chatting with Barb, and at the end of the day, you see her saying goodbye to her kids with a real smile.

Shit seemed to hit the fan about an hour after you got home. You were grading some work sheets when you get a call. You see that Barb is calling you and you furrow your eyebrows before you accept the call.

“Hey Barb, what’s up?” You ask her.

“Y/n, can you come over? It’s Melissa.” She says.

“I’ll be right over.” You tell her and end the call before you grab your keys and you’re out the door. You get to Barb’s about 15 minutes later and you knock on the door. Gerald opens the door and lets you in.

“They’re upstairs.” He tells you and you nod before you go upstairs. 

“It’s going to be ok.” You hear Barb say and you go to Melissa’s room.

“No it won’t, because that stupid! Fucking! Asshole! Won’t sign the damn papers!” You see Melissa yell and hit the bed with a pillow. “He’s still trying to control my fucking life even after I leave him.” She says and you knock on the door. “Y/n, what are you doing here?” She asks you.

“I called her, I thought she could help.” Barb tells her.

“I don’t need Y/n’s help or yours, I just need Joe to sign the damn papers so I don’t have to go through the whole court bullshit.” She says and runs her hands through her hair. “Oh god, I’m going to have to take him to court, I don’t have the patience or money for that.” She says and you walk over. “Why won’t he just sign them? Why is he still trying to control me?” She asks both of you.

“That’s what manipulators do, they want to trap you for the rest of your life.” You tell her and you see tears begin to start in her eyes.

“Aaahhh! Fucking hell!” Melissa screams and continues hitting the bed with a pillow.

“Ok, calm down.” You say and slowly approach her.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She says to you.

“I wasn’t telling you, it was more of a suggestion so you don’t hurt yourself or something in the room by accident.”

“I wouldn’t hurt myself, I’m not a fucking idiot!” She yells at you and you can see why Barb called you, Melissa is losing it. Barb cautiously leaves the room to leave you be to try and calm Melissa down.

“You are far from an idiot, you are so smart.” You say and stay a few feet away from her. “It’s Joe who’s the idiot.” You add and she throws the pillow across the room.

“He’s a fucking asshole! I gave him 25 years of my life and he won’t give me the courtesy of signing the damn papers!” She yells.

“I know, he should but he won’t. So you’ll take him to court and you’ll win and milk him for everything he’s worth.” You tell her and she looks at you. You then see all the anger leave her and a tear falls down her face. You go up to her and her knees collapse as soon as you touch her.

“Ahhh!” She yells out and you wrap an arm around her shoulders. “What did I do to deserve this?” She asks.

“You didn’t do anything to deserve this, it’s just the shitiest luck ever.” You say calmly and she nuzzles her head into your chest and neck. You end up stroking her head while she cries on you. 

Barb comes to check on you both about 10 minutes later and sees Melissa relaxing on your chest.

“I’ve brought you both some tea.” Barb says as she comes in with two cups.

“Thanks Barb.” Melissa says and takes a cup while you take the other.

“I’ll leave you two be.” She says and then leaves.

“Thank you for coming to help me.” She tells you as she takes a sip of the tea.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You tell her and she sighs as she puts the cup down.

“I feel like everytime I feel like I’m making progress, something comes along to remind me of my life, of him.” She says and you put your cup down beside you and look at her.

“Melissa, you are making progress. It doesn’t happen overnight and doesn’t happen right away. You will have many more of these setbacks but that just proves that you’re moving forward.” You tell her and she lets out a breath.

“I just want to move on with my life.” She says and lets out a sob as a couple of tears run down her cheek.

“You will, it won’t start with the divorce. It already started because you left him and you don’t want to go back.” You tell her. “Do you want to go back to him?” You ask her after a second.

“No, I will never go back to him. I’ve finally started living and I want more, to experience a lot more. I want to experience what life has to offer, the stuff I never got to do.” She tells you and you smile.

“See? You are moving on already because you want to.” You tell her and she looks at you. “All this, the setbacks, they will happen but they will only stop you from living if you let them. But if you continue living, even with the setbacks, then there is nothing that can stop you from what you want and you will find the happiness that you want, in whatever form that takes.” You tell her and she grabs your hand.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” She tells you and hugs you. She pulls back after a few seconds and looks into your eyes that shine with adoration. She then leans forward and kisses you and you kiss her back immediately.

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✨ Thank you for being in the fandom! ✨

Being here, you have contributed so much and have made so many people happy and excited. Now, just so we can get to know you better:

What made you first read the books, and which SJM series did you begin with first?

What character across all of her books do you relate to the most and why?

What inspired you to begin contributing to the fandom (i.e., fanfics, artwork, commissions, analysis, all of the above, or something else?)

Are there any accounts that you’d like to shoutout that have either inspired you, or made you feel the most welcomed and loved here?

💕 Thank you again for all that you do 💕

Awwwww thank you 💕

1. What made you first read the books, and which series did you begin with?

I found ACOTAR on tiktok in 2022. I remember that it was the same time the Barnes and Noble SF exclusive edition came out because I was buying one book at a time as I read and when I got to SF I was going to get the exclusive B&N edition but it was black and it didn’t match the rest of my copies haha. I read CC after I finished ACOTAR and officially joined the fanbase via a discord server around the same time.

2. What character across all of her books do you relate to the most and why?

I relate to both Nesta and Elain. Nesta has a lot of feelings of self-hatred which I relate to, and I think her mental health journey is very relatable and inspiring. I relate to Elain because she’s very much a people pleaser who keeps her thoughts to herself. I love both of them so much and I’m so excited for Elain’s journey because I just know she’ll be even more relatable.

3. What inspired you to begin to contribute to the fandom?

I have been writing for years but I always kept it to myself because idk, I kind of treated writing as an extreme version of daydreaming and I felt like daydreaming was embarrassing 😂😭 but I work so hard on ACOEAS for nearly three years and I was inspired by writing friends I met online both inside the fanbase and outside the fanbase, so I got the courage to finally post my stuff! I think accepting that you’re a nerd among nerds is so helpful: we’re all passionate and in love with these ships and characters, and when you talk to likeminded people, you just feel inspired. Both @zenkindoflove , @fierling , and two friends outside the fanbase were the first to read my writing and give me advice and encouragement, and that was so helpful.

And for art, I always was into art, I have been doing art classes for so many years. But art school really destroyed my mental health and creativity, so I dropped out and fell into a 6 year art slump where I couldn’t finish ANY of my projects. I felt so disheartened and sad, but I really think fanbases help with creativity and inspiration. I have so many headcanons and characters and ships I’m passionate about, so I felt compelled to get back into drawing and painting. Getting my drawing tablet for Christmas was an absolute game changer, and so many of my friends and mutuals are so encouraging and inspiring! @jadedbugart is so creative and has the same passion for Pinterest as I do and her pumping out so many gorgeous watercolor sketches was so motivating! And @bonecarversbestie ‘s organization, passion, and humor is so enjoyable and inspiring, @works-of-heart is incredibly talented, and I wish I could paint that gorgeous glowing lighting she always has in her art, and @fierling ‘s talent and expertise is such an amazing help!

4. Are there any accounts that you’d like to shoutout that have either inspired you, or made you feel the most welcomed and loved here?

I did a few shoutouts but I have so many more!!

@buffy-vanserra @jon-snows-man-bun @yaralulu @the-darkestminds @starsreminisce @yennas-stuff @sapphiresandgold @ethereal-lionheart @themadmorrigan @clarafae @thrumbolt @highlordofkrypton @clockwork-ashes @what-about-elvenis @separatist-apologist @goghwilde @crazy-ache @queercontrarian @speakingintothesilence @acourtofthought

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Pretty as Poison and Twice as Deadly

This is my @outsiders-gift-exchanges Valentines fic for @goldencherryskies who requested content for the soc girls from the musical. I haven't seen the musical but I did some reasearch and hope I managed to do Bev justice here. I have a soft spot for female characters who are kind of villains, and hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I'm so sorry it took so long!

Word count: 1681

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The thing about poison is, it never really goes away.

It’s not her fault. She’s born with it in her veins, a lulling sweet slowness that the doctors had to wean her off of for a week before she was placed back in her mother’s arms like nothing happened, and from that moment on she was doomed, a princess of toxins made with shallow love, safety traded for dollars. 

There are many kinds of poisons, Bev knows, because she has a bookshelf covered top to bottom in medical texts and history books, declassified murder files and old wives tales that revolve around every deadly thing that flows through the blood or seeps through pores until it kills. Her mom thinks it’s morbid, as if it isn’t all her fault.

Bev loves poisons, almost as much as she loves shoes. There’s a poison for every occasion, just like there’s a shoe for every occasion. Nude ballet flats for church on Sunday. Ethanol cloaked in liquor to numb every sin. Pink pumps for school. Botulinum toxin to smooth wrinkles- or paralyse someone into slow asphyxiation within minutes. Black suede boots for date night with Brill. Thallium for a slow, drawn out death hard to trace back to anyone.

Her favourite shoes though, are a pair of strappy blue platform heels that match her eyes and the dress she bought when she went shopping last week. Her favourite poison is herself. 

She’s not sure when she realized it, the way everything she touches crumbles, withers or dies or changes irreperably for the worse, fast or slow or somewhere in between, but it was long enough ago now that she has embraced it, cloaked herself in it, has taken to heart being a deceptively beautiful creature with pain in her touch, like the phyllobates teribilis frog out in the colombian rainforest.

She thinks maybe people can sense it, a warning on her telling anyone and everyone to stay away. Cyanide smells like almonds, and Bev smells like chanel number five and a specific kind of bitterness that’s better termed cruelty.

Maybe that’s why she was never invited to Marcia and Cherry’s sleepovers, why Brill’s friends hardly ever threw her more than a perfunctory hello. Maybe they could sense the poison in her as far back as grade school and that was why she was always left to walk behind her so-called friends on the sidewalk that was only ever wide enough for two, why she sits in a crowd and yet is held apart in a way she calls aloofness but knows deep down is exclusion. Maybe it's why she’s as ugly inside as she is pretty outside, because the poison seeping out of her is just as toxic to her as it is to others, rotting her from the inside out. 

She swipes pink gloss over her lips and murmurs rumours about a freshman for no other reason than she can, venom curled around the syllables and acid in her tone. Her glare is the mouth of a water moccasin, a warning of pain to come, and people recoil like they would from the snake, and it brings her nothing but a savage sort of satisfaction.

She learned a long time ago that she will never be beloved, will never be universally likable like Marcia, who wears humour like hairspray, or loved like Cherry, pitiful and deep. No one craves poison, but everyone fears it, and she’s lived being feared long enough it’s started to feel like adoration all the same. 

There’s a greaser girl in her math class with smooth brown skin and long black curls, delicate and deadly as a belladonna flower. She’s poison too, Bev can tell, and she hates her for it as much as the grease girl hates her right back. They sneer and trade barbs and Bev has never understood anyone so much while not knowing anything about them. 

At lunch she sits with Marcia while they watch the football practice, Cherry off tutoring some freshman kid in english. Marcia could get along with anyone, could probably make conversation with a tree if she really tried at it, but she’s shifty when she sits with Bev, bereft without her redheaded sidekick and stuck without the buffer of the boys around. Bev pretends it burns instead of stings, tries to swallow the poison that floods her mouth, pooling on her tongue, the concentrated bitterness that comes from always being hated that only makes her more hateful. Hard as she tries, she can’t stop it any more than the naja pallida cobra can stop itself, and she spits venom with a tinkling giggle that makes Marcia flinch and curl into herself slightly.

Per usual, the venom struck.

Bev kind of hates herself for it. Marcia is her friend, as much as someone born of toxins can be friends with someone so pure, and yet the corroded part of her always seems to take over, always knows where to strike to inflame or paralyse or sting the most. 

Marcia doesn’t leave. Bev doesn’t really know why, knows that the one thing people can all agree on is to stay away from snakes, but Marcia just pastes on a smile and changes the subject, and by the time Cherry returns just before the bell rings, Marcia is back to glowing, not poisoned at all.

Bev envies her, and feels another piece of herself wither away.

She slinks to her science class, brushing cadmium from her hands and leaving benzene in her wake, a hazard to anyone and everything around her, but more than anything else a hazard to herself.

Maybe, Bev muses, as she idly watches a grease girl with a head of wild curls laughing alongside a guy she vaguely recognizes from the DX gas bar, she’s a carcinogen. Maybe she’ll spend her life slowly changing those around her until their very cells rebel against them. Maybe she’s a monster of her own making and she makes others monsters too. Like formaldehyde, she preserves only the most lifeless parts of a thing while leaching life from the very air around her. She doesn’t think she’s ever laughed as carefree as that Ace girl does when she blows spitballs at her friend’s hair, and she hates her and all the other grease kids for it. 

The bell rings and Bev sticks her foot out, tripping the girl on her way out the door. The glare Ace gives her is venomous, and Bev has to resist the urge to laugh. What kind of poison can harm poison itself? You can’t kill death. 

Cherry sits beside her during their last class of the day. She finds her and offers a sunny smile, red hair done up in a pretty french twist Bev would kill to learn. There’s a look in her eye that says Marcia told her what she said at lunch, and for a moment shame twists in her gut, a sudden, sharp burn like the sting of the European hornet. 

But Cherry doesn’t bring it up. Instead she offers her a piece of bubblegum from her purse and invites Bev to get milkshakes with her and Marcia after school. 

Caught off guard she stammers something about Brill and a ride home, but Cherry takes all of it in stride, green eyes as sad as ever and her smile a type of sweet Bev hardly recognizes because it never, ever turns cloying, is not fake because Cherry can’t fake niceties for shit. She steers the conversation with careful patience until Bev finds herself agreeing, following the redhead to her car after the bell rings.

Marcia joins them, laughs and waves away Cherry’s concern about her car, says her brother can drive it home for her when he’s done his baseball practice, she wants her girl time before they meet up with their boyfriends at the diner. She sits in the back seat, legs thrown up on the leather and shoes kicked off, while Cherry shrieks at her to put her seatbelt on and does she want to die if they crash, and Bev finds herself cackling from the passenger seat, something in her chest loosening.

Another thing about poisons: they’re tricky business. Many are deadly, but only if administered in a certain way. The Yagua people of Peru use blowdarts dipped in a powerful paralytic agent called cuare to hunt food, then eat the poisoned meat because the poison doesn’t get metabolized into the bloodstream. A papercut getting filled with the substance could prove deadly, but ingested in an inactive form it's harmless. 

In seventeenth century Italy, serial murderess Giulia Tofana sold poison in makeup containers, but symptoms didn’t prove fatal until discontent wives snuck their husbands the fourth and final dose. 

Sometimes, on days like today, Bev is left wondering if maybe Cherry and Marcia are immune to her poison in a way everyone else isn’t. Others, she convinces herself they just haven’t yet received a dose too big to recover from, is convinced it is building up in them, a growing, toxic mass that will one day be too much. One day, she will have proven herself unforgivable, and even these shallow friendships will be gone, and she’ll be alone.

But she’s not alone today. Cherry clutches her arm as they follow Marcia into the diner where their boyfriends have somehow beat them there and wave them over to a booth in the corner. Brill rises to greet her with a soft kiss and a caress to her cheek, and if Cherry and Marcia are sometimes immune to her, then Brill must be some kind of antivenom, because he makes her human. Hell, sometimes he even makes her harmless.

She drinks her milkshake, cold creamy chocolate bursting over her taste buds, holding Brill’s hand and listening to Cherry talk about the routine for their next cheer meet. She’s still wearing pink lipgloss and chanel number five, but for the moment she’s wild grapes instead of moonseed. For the moment, she’s harmless. 

It feels good. 

[lyricalt]

Two sniperspy kiss prompts for @vogelys :)

RED Sniper/Spy - accidental kiss

It takes some skill to be able to dismantle a rifle and put it back in order with one’s eyes closed. Sniper is quite proud of it. He can also snap a bullet out and in the chamber without needing to look down or take his eyes off the scope. Muscle memory’s a fine thing on the battlefield; it keeps him moving on his feet when his brain’s chewing on nothing, adrenaline pumping and autopilot on.

The problem comes when the wires get crossed as he tackles Spy to save him from stepping into the enemy sniper’s line of fire. 

Sniper isn’t in the habit of tackling Spy on the battlefield. Granted, any pushing and shoving they do tends to happen during their off hours. Sniper knows this. He does, but for now his brain is focused on saving Spy’s stupid neck while a sniper round ricochets off a nearby wall. Both of them go tumbling to the floor. 

Spy lets out a grunt as the wind gets knocked out of his chest, and Sniper doesn’t help matters by landing on him. There’s barely a second of shock between them before good old instinct kicks in and Spy is sitting up while Sniper attempts to push himself off.

Spy sits up too fast, and Sniper ends up being a tad too slow, turning his head to glance at the open window for the blue laser line then back at Spy to see if he’s okay.

Their noses bump, and it triggers something in Sniper to automatically lean in. He catches a whiff of Spy’s cologne, feels the way Spy’s body is positioned beneath him, and whatever’s left of his brain shuts down in favor of muscle memory. 

The initial kiss is bad enough. Spy makes a bewildered sound, his breath warm against Sniper’s mouth, and his hand comes up to obviously push him away, but all Sniper feels is the familiarity of Spy’s palm on his chest and so he sways further in to deepen the kiss despite the second sniper round shooting just above their heads.

Spy says something sharp in French. He sounds irate. Sniper’s brain jumpstarts itself and he scrambles away, mortified beyond belief. 

“I appreciate the save,” Spy says, brow raised. One hand covers his mouth, as if to wipe away the kiss or maybe hide a perplexed frown. Or a smile. It's difficult to say until the hand comes down and Spy's expression is simply exasperated. “But are you stupid?”

Lucky for Sniper, the third sniper bullet ends up going through that stupid skull of his before he gets the chance to answer.

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RED Sniper/BLU Spy - push & pull

Spy knows the ruse is up the moment Sniper’s eyes dart up from the dispenser, one hand still in the bottom drawer, trying to paw for more ammo. He can’t be sure what gives him away, but the enemy sniper has been getting depressingly sensitive with Spy’s physical presence as of late, cloaked or not.

Rather than facing the embarrassment of getting caught, Spy announces himself first by leaning against the dispenser and reaching out to flick the brim of Sniper’s hat up before the cloak fizzles off. To add to his perfectly nonchalant pose, he has the sapper tucked into the crook of his arm.

Sniper scowls, slapping one hand back over his hat while the other reaches for the kukri out of habit. Spy already knows the rifle is out of bullets—he has been doing a marvelous job of making Sniper waste his shots for the past thirty minutes.

“Really? You followed me all the way here too?” Sniper hisses, still kneeling at the dispenser. The kukri lifts at a good angle to gut Spy straight through, but Sniper hasn’t made the move yet.

Spy rolls his eyes, gesturing to his waiting sapper, wires primed and ready to go. “I was here first, doing my job. Then you came along.”

“So you waited,” Sniper says, flat, and warily starts to stand back up.

“I saw you on your knees and thought it looked familiar,” Spy says with an edge to his smile and draws out his revolver. He aims it at Sniper. “I suggest you stay there.”

Sniper looks more annoyed than threatened, which is insulting. He stays half-stooped, almost awkwardly if it hadn’t been for the way he brushes his fingers along the inner seam of Spy’s pants. “Like the view that much, eh?”

“Always,” Spy replies, easy. He’s never one to become too distracted, even if Sniper stays lowered for him. With the revolver still pointed at Sniper, Spy nudges the sapper over the dispenser, thumb on the button to turn it on.

Sniper’s wandering fingers have become a light hold around the inside of Spy’s thigh. He glares up at him. “Don’t you dare, spook. You know my engie’ll come running back the moment you do that.”

“That’s the point, yes,” Spy says, assuming that would be the end of any more flirtatious endeavors on the battlefield, but Sniper leans forward and takes Spy by the hand holding the sapper. 

The revolver jams against the side of Sniper’s head on pure instinct, finger ready on the trigger, but the little bump only makes Sniper wince with Spy’s hand at his mouth, jolting his hold into a more obvious kiss at Spy’s knuckles. 

A kiss on the hand. On purpose.

Spy drops the sapper on accident, stunned enough to believe that he may have attached it to himself instead. He stares when Sniper’s eyes stay lowered, his face turning warm the longer Sniper lingers over his hand. But at this point, they both might be blushing. Sniper’s ears are bright red.

Spy’s fingers twitch against Sniper’s lips, and he’s still too flabbergasted to do much of anything when Sniper suddenly stands up to give Spy a more determined kiss on the mouth.

“At least let me restock?” Sniper asks, and it occurs to Spy that his comment about his engineer hadn’t been a warning at all—only a hint of wanting to keep the moment private for a while longer.

“Fine,” Spy mutters, and lets Sniper grab his damned ammo.

[kleiner-ghost]

Damn, giving plasma is proper uncomfortable T.T

[malenjoyer]

Sorry I’m not replying to messages. I do see them. I’m answering some asks and posting a bit of random thought stuff on twitter but I’m feeling kind of like I’m retreating to my old hermit state of internet usage.

These past few weeks I haven’t had energy to do a lot of stuff. It currently takes a lot out of me to reply individually because I’m trying to secure a job for myself again. So a lot of my energy is put there and worrying about my finances and future…

Thank you for the support as always and I’ll try to respond as soon as I feel I can give a decent response to DMs.

As for art stuff, I thought about starting to post again but due to the recent AI stuff that was released about sketches being converted to lineart easily, I got a bit paranoid again so it might take a while. I’m reading comics between breaks and rediscovering my love for stories so that’s good

[robinsnest2111]

wanted to use my day off to go watch Conclave at the movie theater again but ugh.... i feel so sick and weak... idk if I could even survive the trip there, let alone sit still for 2 hours and take in every breathtaking detail without missing anything or passing out from the pain and exhaustion :^(