#cant fall off if I hold him nice and tight

[tbaluver]

AfterCare With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

genre: overall fluff but contains nsfw and unprotected sex, MDNI

a/n: writing this only bc misty invasion is tomorrow and i cant wait dfkahdfkshfaskh did you guys noticed i changed the banners bc this one a diff genre hehe

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He doesn't stop giving you kisses when he cums inside you and would help you though the overstimulation by holding you tight until the feeling stops. He would ask if you we're okay and would listen if anything we're wrong.

He would fall on top of you and you both would be recollecting your breaths. He would be hiding against your chest and place little kisses all over them as you'll gently play with his hair. Once he pulls himself away from you, he'll grab you a cup of water so you're refreshed.

He would carry you to the bathroom and takes a bath with you because you probably can't stand after your activities. He would sit behind you and wash you softly and slowly while peppering your back and neck with soft kisses.

He'll put you first and make sure you're one hundred percent satisfied and content. He'll help dry you off and carry you back to bed and would dry himself off after before joining you.

Once your back together in bed, he would fall asleep so quickly with you nestled in his arms. You would hear his breathing go soft and quiet and you would soon fall asleep peacefully after.

Zayne:

He would immediately clean you up if he didn't cum inside of you. He wouldn't even ask and would get a refreshing cold drink of water and will ask after if you would like anything else.

While you drink your water, he'll prepare a bath for you both with the perfect temperature. Towels and nearby hygiene products would already be set on the counter. He would come back and ask how you would feel and he would listen intently to everything you had to say. He would carry you to the bathroom and let you soak up first before changing the sheets quickly.

Once he joins you, he'll wash your body and scrub the roots of your hair. Sometimes he'll apologize about the marks left on your skin, worried they might've hurt you. Once you're ready to get out of the bath, he'll pick you up and dry you himself and wrap you in a towel

He'll carry you back to the now clean and comfy bed and makes sure you're comfortable. He'll help you dress you up with whatever clothes you want that are comfortable.

Once your dressed all comfy, the two of you settled into the soft sheets and within minutes, you were already asleep in his arms. He watches you drift off to sleep as he ran his fingers through your hair softly. The comforting pressure of your body would soon make him fall asleep.

Rafayel:

You both were sprawled across the bed, limbs crossing over each other. You both turned to look at each other, looking over to see his contagious smile and you would feel one spreading over your own lips. Your hands would find each other and you both would wrap into a more comfortable embrace as you both tried to regain your breaths.

He'll crack a joke while he cradles you into his arms about how YOU should be the one to clean HIM up because he's the one that did most of the work. Obviously reassures you that he's joking.

He'll praise you, worship your body, comforting your sore legs and any body parts that felt sore or aching. He'd take special care of you to let you know how much you mean to him and thankful that he finally has you again.

He'll grab you a cup of water before preparing a nice relaxing bath for you both. He'll carry you to the bath and gently put you in before joining you. He'll help you wash you and you both might play a little bit in the water, splashing each other or playing with the bubbles before you both get out of the tub. He'll help dry you off and carry you back to bed.

As you the two of you settle into bed, he would make sure his arms are wrapped around you before you drift off to sleep. Will admire you for a bit before his eyes shut close.

After bath time was over and he carries you to bed, you would have to prepare for a second round. Obviously he's not done with you. He wants to paint your face white after he finished painting your pussy white a couple minutes ago.

Sylus:

He would intertwine his fingers with your own and slowly guides you over his chest so you're resting on top of him. He'll clean you off with a washcloth if he didn't already lick you clean and after he's done he'll grab you a cup of cold water.

If there were times where he was rough with you, he'll gently apply some oil and cooling gel onto any marks or any parts of your body that ached.

Draws you a bath with nice smelling soap or whatever you prefer. If you wanted some bubbles added to the bath, he'll add some even if he thought it was silly. He'll carry you to the bathroom and he'll sit behind you and hold you close to his chest. He'll rub the outside of your thigh because he knows they're most likely sore.

After you finish bathing, he'll help you get out of the tub and dry you off himself before he dries himself off. Would help brush your hair and give you of his shirts that are way too oversized on you before carrying you back to bed.

Would ask if you would like anything and if you did, he'll let you rest on the bed while he gets anything you need or wanted. And when you're falling asleep, you'll rest on his chest while he hums so softly.

[mushies-stories]

Naruto boys

The first time cockwarming them

Naruto, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kankuro X GNReader

Warnings: SMUT 18+! cock waming, pet names, no use of Y/N

The first time Cock warming them

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Naruto Uzumaki: sweet and loving S/O

Naruto wouldn't have thought of the idea himself but you, after a night out with some friends and while gossiping, you were introduced to a new idea. So a few nights later while naruto was late coming home you went to seek him out, not wanting to fall asleep without him.

You walked into his office late at night, the room lit only by the desk lamp. He was hunched over his paperwork, eyes tired but face smoothing when he sees it's you. He gives you an apologetic look as you approach his chair. “Sorry sweety, late night. I promise I'll be home soon.” he said.

You shook your head and smiled sweetly, you slid your pants and underwear down and kicked them aside. You brought a leg to slide across his lap so you could straddle him. “No need, ill by just a second.” you as you undid his pants and slid your hand into his boxers and slowly started to pump his cock tell you felt it begin to harden.

His body tensed as he watched you. “Baby, wait a minute I gotta finish these papers.” he said. 

You leaned down and kissed his jaw. “I know.” you said, finally pulling him out so his cock could stand erect. You adjust to you hovering over him with the tip pressed against your entrance and slowly sank down. 

You both let out  gaspy moans as he filled your tight hole. When his cock was fully nestled in you he let out a shaky breath. “So tight, how am I supposed to focus?” he chuckled, feeling your walls flutter around him. 

You yawned and leaned into his chest. Closing your eyes you snuggle into him. “I'll relax in a moment.” you said with content sigh. “Take your time.” you whispered, already dozing off into his warm heat surrounding you. 

He smiled down at you as you were breathing steadily and you finally relaxed around him. In all honesty it took him longer to get his work done, having to take a few breaks to just feel you pulse around him. You got a nice nap in until he was finally done, and finally ready to fuck you properly.

Shikamaru Nara: bratty and needy S/O

He was trying to nap, laying on back with one arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach when you creeped into the room. You hadn't gotten to spend much time together lately and you were starting to feel lonely. He heard you approaching and opened one eye to look up at you as you stood above him. “Shikamaru, you've been busy all week.” you said with a pout. 

He hummed and closed his eyes again. “Just a little nap.” He said.

You huffed and went to straddle his lap, he didn't even react. You leaned over his body, pressing yourself against him and littering gentle kisses to his neck and jawline. He sighs and opens his eyes, narrowing them down at you. “Cant even wait thirty minutes?” he said with a yawn. 

You shook your head and sucked the skin below his ear while grinding down against his now semi-hard cock. “I’ve been waiting, I cant anymore Shika.” you whined. 

He let out a soft sigh and rolled his eyes. “Aright alright, take your pants off brat.” he said.

You complied and stood to take your pants and underwear off while Shikamaru shimmed his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. You smiled and went back to stadling him, looking down at him with a happy smile. He chuckled and nodded his head once. “Go on.” He said.

You wasted no time in lining up with your entrance and sliding the tip in with a content sigh. Your eyes closed as you slowly sank down on him. Before you could bring yourself back up him his hands were on your hips, slamming you down so his cock was filling you completely. “Shika!” you whined at the sudden harsh movement. 

He just smirked and brought a hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you down to lay your head on his chest. “Nap first, then ill fuck you how you want.” he stated, holding you firm and close. Both hands came to wrap around your back as you sank into him with a drafted grumble. 

He might be a brat himself, but he kept his word and when he woke to find you fast sleep on his chest he couldn't help but hold you sweety against him as his cock slowly started to fuck you awake. 

Gaara: sweet and loving S/O

It was early, much earlier than anyone else would be awake and gaara was sitting in his office, head leaned back and eyes closed. He looked tired and really you couldn't tell if he ever even came to bed since he had a tendency to sneak in late, normally after you fell asleep.

He didn’t notice you standing in the doorway until he heard the click of it shutting and saw you walking over to him with a small smile and tired eyes. “Been here all night?” you ask, coming to stand next to his chair and immediately he pulls you between his legs and hugs your waist so his face is hidden in the fabric of your shirt. 

He nods. “There was just so much paperwork and planning.” he mumbles against you. 

Your hands rake through his hair. “Maybe… I can help you alleviate some stress while you finish up?” you offered, voice hushed and a little uncertain. Gaara was still tricky when it came to intimacy and you didn't want to push him. So you thought you'd at least offer. He looked up at you, waiting to hear what you had to offer. “Sit back for a moment, okay?” you said and he complied, leaning back so you had room to undress your lower half. 

“Darling…” it almost sounded like a warning but even he didn't seem sure of it. You continued and moved to grab the waistband of his pants. You looked up at him with reassuring eyes and he shifted so you could guide his cock free. A small huff ame from him when you sat back in his lap and pushed the tip to your tight hole. “I have work my love.” he stated, holding your hips still above his already hard cock.

You smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. “I know, let me help?” you said, trying your best at puppy eyes. He chuckled softly and allowed you to sink down on him. He closed his eyes briefly as he felt his cock sink into your tight hole but held his sounds in while you let out breath gasps when you felt he was fully in. Once you were comfortable in his lap you brought your arms up to wrap around his shoulders and leaned into him. “I'll be right here waiting for you to be done.” you said, kissing the side of his neck. 

You waited so patiently for him to finish his work and when he was finally done he made sure to thank you. 

Kankuro: sweet and needy S/O

He was working on a puppet late at night, repairing it in time for a mission coming up. You had woken in the middle of the night feeling particularly needy only to find your bed empty and your heart feeling similar. your fingers grasped for Kankuro but found nothing. You knew where he probably was and rushed down the stairs to his workshop. All you wore was his shirt and a pair of underwear as you bare feet hit the cold ground.

His head snapped up when he heard the door creek open. You stood peering your head to see where he was. you looked so sweet and tired and his heart leaped when you finally followed the dim light to his work space in the corner of the room and your eyes finally found him. “It's late.” He said. 

You smiled sheepishly and stepped into the room and closed the door behind you. You padded over to stand opposite him on the other side of his work table where puppet pisces and bits were all strung about. “I know, I just… I wanted to see you.” you practically whispered. 

The faint blush creeping on your cheeks told him you wanted something more than just to see him. He smiled sweetly and set the part he was working on down. “That so sweetheart? You just wanted to see me in the middle of the night?” 

You looked away for a moment before looking back to Kankuro. You knew that wasn't the only reason but you didn't want to bother him while he was working. “Mhhmm” you hummed. 

He nodded with a small smirk. “Would you like to help me while I work baby?” he asked.

Your eyes gleamed at his words. “Can i?” 

He smiled and leaned back. Your eyes followed his movement as he slid a hand down the front of his pants and started to pump his cock as he looked at you with soft eyes. “Take those off and come here?” he asked, motioning to your pants with his free hand.

He freed his cock as he watched you discard your pants and underwear and came around to stand between his legs. He guided your hips with both hands to straddle his thighs while his cock pushed into your little hole. You whimpered softly into his neck while you clung to his chest. “sshh, relax for me.” he soothed, finally bottoming out in you. “Now, you keep me nice and warm while I work okay?” he said, picking his part and tools back up. 

You let out a soft sigh and nuzzle yourself into him, perfectly content and stuffed.

[lonigiri]

riize nsfw twt links 🫶🏻

shotaro

link i can just imagine him fucking you like this. telling you that you cant have proper sex until your married. him getting all worked up, cumming through his boxers. just to take your panties off and fuck all of his cum into you 😣

link i just know sho is good with his fingers. his middle fucking into your tight cunt while his thumb is on your clit. you rolling your hips against his hand wanting more- needing more.

eunseok

link his punishments are always so raw and untamed. he just cant hold back on you. he doesnt have many rules, but the ones he does have he takes very seriously. and when he learns that you'd been touching yourself he just cant let it slide :(

link eunseok is just so big he cant even fit all the way :( loves cumming on ur pussy then pushing all of it into ur pretty hole.

sungchan

link god sungchan has such a big size kink.. he loves folding you like its absolutely nothing while he dicks you down.

link sungchan gets jealous so so easily. so when you're talking on the phone for so long and he finds out its a man?? that was his final straw. he made sure to fuck you so hard that you could barely talk.

wonbin

link wonbin would let you take him any time, anywhere. he loves being ridden by you. loves how you fall apart whining his name. him having to thrust up into you. just to pull out and finger you to finish you off, he doesnt care if he doesnt finish he only cares about you

link sometimes, just sometimes, he forgets about you, he gets all caught up in working he forgets you're there. so you take it upon yourself to remind him about what you can do for him 💕

seunghan

link he loves to play with your pretty cunt. loves having you sprawled out for him especially in front of a mirror, loves watching the faces you make when hes making you feel so good.

link seunghan has a giant breeding kink. so you beg your ass by the end of the night you'll be stuffed nice and full with all of his kids 😚

sohee

link god sohee loves to tease. he loves pushing his tip into your hole and then pulling it out and giving himself a pussy job. loves the way you whimper when his cock prods your swollen clit. he loves the sounds of your slick all slippery against his cock. (i am also a firm believer that sohee is uncut‼️)

link sohee is so egar to cum. fucking into you like ur his sex doll. like he wasnt treating you so soft earlier. he makes sure to tell you he loves you after treating you like a slut bcs he doesnt want you to feel bad :((

anton

link god he would do anything for you, and if its you pulling him down and sitting on his face with no warning, of course hes gonna oblige and eat your cunt. whatever his girl wants she gets 😚

link you fucking yourself on antons cock is all he ever needs. he loves watching his pretty girl get off on his dick, its his favorite thing. watching how you struggle because of his length, he thinks ur so cute 😣

[strafepanzer]

shoot your shot

k.bakugo | collab intro + m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! prohero!bakugo, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, alcohol, dubcon if you really squint

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: idk dude sorry

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: hbd king! make sure to check out the other writers on the m.list and enjoy!!!

Among the thousands of replies, your pfp caught his eye.

anyone will do, huh?

Bakugo reads over the words a few times. Sure, his alcohol-induced thirst trap selfie was… out of character, but this from you?

Surely, it's an impossibility. He rubs his eyes and falls back into the black, plush leather of his couch, clicking your profile and scrolling through it. You're the quiet girl with the nice tits from insurance, the only person at the agency that he has anything remotely akin to a crush on.

You were there tonight in electric orange and black, stuffed into a booth with the other agency girls; your group sporadically sent him drinks-- those damn daiquiris-- and judging from the laughter pouring out of your booth, you all enjoyed watching him down them.

The one and only Dynamight downing bitch drinks? Hilarious, apparently.

The night got hazy, but he vaguely remembers getting you one-on-one at some point, remembers flashes of your smile, runs of your laughter, and your birthstone pendant hanging on a gold chain just below your collar bone.

Your delicate fingers on his forearm.

His teeth grind together, nostrils flaring as he reads over your words again, fingers flexing before he gropes his bulge. Your voice, seemingly teasing, rings through his brain melodically, but no matter how hard he closes his eyes, he can't remember the interaction.

What did you two talk about? Were you flirting with him? Fuck, did he miss his chance? If he concentrates, he can see the shimmer of your lipgloss reflecting the neon lights in that shitty bar, but everything else is radio silence.

A ding, then a notification flags across the top of his screen: 1 Photo Attached. He taps it and bites his bottom lip.

You're smiling at the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign in front of expensive looking double doors. Familliar double doors. He recognises the gold embellishments and black glass tinted so dark, its impossible to see through from the outside.

A selfie in front of his apartment building.

Another sound and,

Typing…

Typing…

Typing…

Appears in the chat. He feels stupid just waiting, but if you're really coming onto him, he needs to not scare you away.

gonna buzz me up, mr hero?

He's on his feet at an almost embarrassing speed, unlocking the front door and sending you his floor and room number in the chat.

Then, he paces, pours himself a glass of water, and waits.

Your knock is faint, and he wonders if you've sobered up some, briefly hesitating at the doorknob. He looks through his spyhole and sees you looking this way and that, shifting nervously and fiddling with your hair.

He tugs the door open and leans against it, eyes staring you down. You blink and take a short breath, eyes scanning his naked torso, briefs, muscular thighs--

He clears his throat. "You look nervous."

Your eyes on his leave him a little starstruck. Sure, youre pretty to admire from afar, but up close? He's stupid for getting wasted and forgetting what he said to you.

"Liquid courage has thoroughly worn off." You agree with a nod and a nervous yet dazzling smile.

Fuck, he's so done for.

"Just to be clear, you hit me up." Bakugo says, opening the door and giving you space to enter. "I'm not holding you here against your will."

"What? No, yeah, I totally take the blame on this, one million percent." You agree, stepping into his apartment. He watches your ass in that tight dress as you walk past him, savours the scent of your perfumed skin while you're in his vicinity. "I just thought-- oh my gods," you turn to face him, embarrassed. "This is ridiculous, isn't it? I thought you were like... sending me signals at the bar."

He probably was, but he cant fucking remember.

He gestures for you to follow him into the living room. "I was wasted."

"You grabbed my ass and called me sexy." You laugh, kicking off your heels before stepping onto his carpet.

"Fat fuckin chance, sugar tits." He grumbles, embarrassed by his drunken antics, but then you're grabbing his hand and tugging him back half a step. Before he can even gasp, your lips are on his, your hands pulling him down to you, your tongue running along his lips.

"Yeah, you called me that, too." You breathe, nose to nose as you stare into his eyes.

His hands finally find your waist. "I didn't think you'd be this forward."

"This is how forward you were with me at the bar." You frown then, head tilting to the side. "You honestly don't remember? Now I feel like a predator."

He laughs, then, something full bodied and joyous. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're the prey here."

All logical thinking flies out the window the moment his lips meet yours again. Your bag drops to the floor as he devours you, hands bunching up that little orange dress at your waist and lifting you to wrap your legs over his hips.

You moan when he grinds his length up against you. "Oh my god, are we doing this?" You ask, his mouth assaulting your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as he walks you to his bedroom.

"It's my birthday," he rasps, revelling in the taste of you, the feel of you. It's one thing coveting something, but it's another to finally have it in your hands.

"Happy Birthday, Katsuki." You kiss him on the top of his head, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck.

"Being cute isn't gonna make me go any easier on you." He promises, dropping you onto his bed. You just laugh and pull your dress over your head, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I came prepared to go down on you, but this kinda feels like you want a little more from me." You admit as he tugs off his briefs and covers you with his body.

"What gave you that idea?" He grins, palming your tits and dragging those battle worn hands down your soft torso to rest at your hips. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"What? Yes." You breathe, reaching down to ghost your fingers over his throbbing cock. He hisses before you grip it properly, with purpose, and begin pumping him slowly with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Fuck," he curses softly, making light work of your panties and kissing you, bucking instinctually up into your hands. "I need to be inside you," he demands huskily, biting down on your lip and looking into your eyes for permission.

"Y-yeah, I want it," you nod feverishly as his fingers test your wet heat, rubbing and probing before sliding in.

"Shit," he huffs as you throw your head back, his fingers exploring you and stretching you out. "Fuck, I can't wait, are you good to go?"

"Stop talking and fuck me, Katsuki," you moan, laying there with your chest heaving and lipstick smudged.

His hands grope your thighs, pushing them up and opening yourself to him. With a curse at the tip of his tongue and his teeth in his bottom lip, he lines himself up and pushes forward.

"Oh--" you moan, before your hand slaps over your mouth.

Bakugo let's you silence yourself while he adjusts to the toe tingling feeling of being inside you. It's heavenly, but it feels like sinning. He pulls back a little before pushing forward, notices your free hand fisting his scarlet sheets beside your head.

After a few more testing thrusts and he stills inside you, his body covers yours, those big, calloused hands drawing up your forearms to interlock your fingers beside your head.

"I wanna hear you cry while I ruin you, pretty girl. You okay with that?" He asks lowly, voice almost a growl.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Katsuki it's so big," you babble, bordering incoherent already.

A feral grin grows on his face. He's gonna fuck you stupid.

"It's okay, baby, you can take it, I know you can," he mumbles condescendingly, kissing your nose gently, then your lips. "As a present, for my birthday."

He can't wait any longer, hips rocking into you, shallowly grinding, searching for that spot deep inside you that makes you moan. You're already gasping, eyes watering as your mouth hangs open, fingers flexing in his grip as your chest starts to heave.

You really are gorgeous like this, panting and wanton beneath him. Ideally, he'd make you cum a few times before he does, but he's been half mast all fucking week, and he really can't wait to fill you up.

"Sorry, baby, I can't hold back anymore." He kisses you deeply, before letting go of your hands and pushing your legs up, hands gripping the backs of your knees, then bruising at your thighs.

He licks his lips, pulls out, and hammers back in. You yelp, but he does it again, setting a pace that wouldn't be sustainable for your average man. It boosts his ego that he's gonna ruin other people for you, but the little breathy ohmygodkatsukifuck that leaves your lips while you scratch at his back is probably going to ruin other women for him.

Shit, your smell, the way you taste and feel-- you're sucking him back in when he tries to pull out, pussy hellbent on milking him before he's done with you. He kisses you while he fucks you, sloppy and messy and wet, and in moments you're a howling mess.

He swallows your cries as your whole body tenses, but he doesn't let himself cum with you, fucking you through it instead.

"Nonononononono..." you mutter, fingernails digging into his traps as you shake your head, pushing him away. "Stop stop, I'm gonna--"

Bakugo's heart flutters, grin feral. "Gonna what? Gonna what?" He grits, continuing to fuck you.

"Gonna-- hnghh!" You tense again, and as he fucks back into you, hot, wet squirt splashes against his groin, dripping all over the both of you and darkening those scarlet sheets maroon.

"Oh shit," he breathes, the feeling of it, the sight of you, the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours sending him over the edge as he fucks his cum into you, filling you up.

You're still mumbling incoherent nonsense when he collapses on top of you, your hands over your face in what he comes to realise is mortification.

"I'm s'sorry, oh my god, what was that? I'm so embarrassed, I--"

"Hey hey hey, are you crying?" He frowns prying your fingers from your face.

"I wet the bed in front of you!" You almost shriek, but he's just glad you're not crying. "Not just any guy, but you!"

"Yeah, and it was the hottest thing ever." He grins, feeling calm for the first time in a long time. "Fuck, I don't even care how the PR team are gonna react; getting you to squirt on me makes it worth it. I'm guessing you don't do that often?"

"Often? I never do that."

"Baby, that was hot as hell." He kisses you, then rolls over, bringing you with him.

"Happy Birthday, I guess?" You smile then, resting on his chest, drawing a finger over one of his more jaggered scars. "You don't remember what you said to me at the bar, do you?"

"I remember your tits?" He shrugs, still riding that post-orgasmic high. You laugh, and when you don't elaborate, he taps your chin so you look up at him. "What did I say?"

You start getting a little shy again. "You asked me on a date, said you were gonna take me somewhere, anywhere I want."

"I did, did I?"

"Mm, then you kissed me and claimed it was your birthday present from me."

"Fuck off," he chuckles then, embarrassed. "What a loser."

"Then I saw your... proposition online..." You mumble, eyes back on that scar.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm deleting that post, but my offer to you still stands."

"Even though you don't remember making it?"

"Baby, I just filled you with my cum, and I'm feeling like I'd like to do it again real fuckin soon. And maybe even again after that." He pulls you closer, so you're straddling him properly, your lips hovering over his. "If you'll let me."

"I don't know if that's your twisted way of asking me out or if you're looking for a fuck buddy." You pout.

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked, slightly shocked at the thought. Shocked, but not against it.

"Yeah, I do." You smile, that so pretty smile.

"Well shit, when are you moving in?" He asks, half joking.

You laugh, kissing him on the cheek. "Shut up, do you mean it? You really wanna date me?"

"Yeah, I do." He says, heart hammering in his chest.

"Good, thats-- that's good."

"It is, isn't it? Now that we have that outta the way," he sits up, keeping you in his lap. "Round 2 in the shower?"

"You'll have to carry me, I still can't feel my legs." You smile.

"Maybe the bitch drinks weren't such a bad idea, after all." Bakugo grins, pulling you close in a slow, deliberate kiss.

[mulloey]

sweet, pretty things • hongjoong drabble

(extremely dubcon, manipulation, age/power gap, hongjoong is a creep and not a good dude, this is really bad i cant front with you, somnophilia, fingering, corruption/innocence kink. this is fucked up.)

don’t like, don’t read. hate is blocked.

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hongjoong knows a lot more than you. it’s no wonder - a few years older than you and far more experienced, it’s only natural that he has instant answers for, well, pretty much everything. it’s not that you’re stupid, of course - and even if you were, he’d never let you talk so badly of yourself. you’re just naive, like many girls your age just beginning their adult lives; sheltered by well-meaning parents, only to find herself entering the world on her own with little if any idea how to survive in it. which makes you so, so lucky to have found hongjoong.

he’d taken you under his wing pretty much the moment you met; as soon as he laid his eyes on his sweet, young new roommate, felt the nerves emanating off of you, he just knew he had to protect you. and that’s all it is, of course - protection. he’s just a good roommate, and a good friend, constantly helping and looking out for you - whether you know it or not. because, after all, you know nothing compared to him.

so when you talk excitedly with your friend about the skimpy little dress you’re going to wear to the club that evening, only to find it missing some hours later - it’s because he knows how dangerous the world is, how many bad, bad men are out there just waiting to sink their claws into you. when you bring a boy back to the apartment, leaving him on the couch as you slip away to the bathroom, only to find him missing when you return - well, you just choose bad men, like the naive little girl you can’t seem to accept you are. the fact that these ‘big, strong’ men who are supposed to care for and protect you, can’t even withstand a few threats from your roommate whenever you’re out of sight only serves to prove his point. but as selfless and caring as his actions are, he can’t deny that getting to hold you in his arms, rubbing your back while you cry and sniffle into his chest, is a worthy reward on it’s own. “little boys,” he’d spit, shaking his head in disgust. “they’re no good for you, sweets. you need a man.”

you need me, he’d think. if only you’d realise that yourself, but clearly you don’t. clearly he has to help you understand. so that’s exactly what he does.

it only takes a few weeks for you to come to the right conclusions - so susceptible, he thinks. you’re lucky he’s a good, caring man whose only objective is to protect and care for you the way you deserve; there are plenty of men out there who’d abuse and exploit your naivety for their own ends. not hongjoong, though - everything he does is for you benefit, whether you agree or not.

today it’s the same old show again - you brought a nice, polite young man home from the restaurant, headed to the bathroom and returned to find the living room deserted. this time, you couldn’t even pretend to be okay - you collapsed instantly, falling to your knees in heaving sobs. and by some miracle, your roommate was there instantly, taking you into his arms before you even hit the floor. “oh, honey,” he cooed. “my poor little girl.”

he’d carried you over to the couch, situating your shaking form on his lap and soothing you as he always does. this time, though, instead of thanking him softly, kissing his cheek as you usually did before running off to your room; you fell asleep right there in his arms - but not before saying those seven little words he’d waited so patiently to hear. “maybe i do need a man, hongjoong.” before your teary little eyes fluttered closed.

and he couldn’t resist.

he lasts all of five minutes before he finds himself peeling off your panties. just to make you comfortable, he tells himself. they’re tight, lacy and completely inappropriate for a sweet girl like you to be wearing - at least, to be wearing for someone other than him. that’s the same logic he uses to justify carefully unclipping the matching bra, setting it down on top of the neatly folded dress that had found itself slipped off the moment he heard your soft snores.

he holds you like this for a few minutes, rubbing soothing circles on your cheek, your neck, and those pretty little tits you just love to tease him with; he’s just a man, after all, and you’ll never know he touched you there as long as you keep sleeping so peacefully.

he should have known your pussy would a different story. he wasn’t sure if you were a virgin - god, he hoped you were, but the corrupt, disgusting world you both live in may well have claimed you before he could - but he had made absolute sure that, at the very least, you hadn’t been fucked in the months you’d been living with him. so he should have known you’d be extra sensitive down there - extra desperate. but by the time your eyes flutter open, a confused noise coming from those plush lips, it’s already too late. he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

“h-hongjoong?” you ask softly, like you’re still not sure what’s happening. sweet girl. “what are you doing?”

“don’t worry,” he coos, smiling softly, gently down at your confused face. “hongjoong’s just taking proper care of you, hm? m’ just making sure my little girl is safe.”

“safe?” you echo. your eyes flicker down, widening at the lewd sight before you - your roommate’s fingers pumping in and out of your sopping wet pussy. you want to squirm, wriggle away, but hongjoong wouldn’t like that. and hongjoong only wants what’s best for you. so this must really be for your benefit. right?

“j-jjoongje,” you gasp, breath stuttered. “your fingers- they’re in my…”

“hm?” he asks. “in your where?” you whine, flushing pink and he chuckles. “where are they, baby? tell jjoongie where his fingers are.”

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. you don’t want to say it - you can’t say it. it’s… wrong. this is wrong. you shake your head.

hongjoong tuts, and makes a particularly hard thrust with his fingers, making you whine loudly. when he furrows his brows with an expression you can’t decipher, your blood runs cold at the thought of having displeased him. but he just smiles again. “cmon, baby,” he mutters. “if you want me to keep going, you need to tell me. where are my fingers?”

“in my…” you squeeze your eyes closed. you can’t believe you’re saying this. you can’t believe this is happening. “in my… pussy.”

he rewards you with a particularly deep stroke and you’re on the verge of tears. he taps your cheek with his other hand, just this side of painfully. “in your sopping wet pussy,” he chuckles. “you’re gushing, baby.”

“joong…”

he pauses, meeting your gaze with eyes that are darker than you’ve ever seen them - yet still as soft and caring as ever. “you know, baby,” he says. “if you really want my help, there’s a better way to do it.”

you gulp. “what…?”

“cmon,” he laughs. the humour is gone from his face in an instant. “god, you’re naive. what would you do without me?”

“i… i don’t know,” you whisper. and it’s true - you don’t know what you’d do without him. he’s protected and looked after you from the start, and now, he’s even been good enough to show you exactly the way you deserve to be treated.

“good girl,” he praises. “you don’t need to know anything, baby. hongjoong will always be there to do it for you.”

slowly he pulls his fingers from your hole and you whine, feeling the loss. he hushes you softly. “now,” he whispers. he shifts you off his lap, placing you carefully on the sofa and hovering over you. his hands shift towards the zip of his pants and you feel your heart rate quicken. you hear the sarcasm in his loving, patronising tone. “let joongie take care of you, yeah?”

—————

another draft from several months ago! i previously tended not to to post my more extreme drabbles, partially because i usually wrote them as a baseline for the characters of full length fics, but you guys seem to like the drabbles i posted so far, and they’re easier to put out around the timetable of my studies etc so i’ll probably slowly post some of my favourites, as well as continuing my longer fics.

requests are open, reblog and comment if you enjoyed. love🖤🖤🖤

[thesassypadawan]

Make Them Blue (Clay x FemReader) *Blurb*

Summary: It’s No Nut November and, as per tradition, Clay stubbornly takes part like he always does…every year.  However, unlike the past times, you’re not nearly as supportive.  Going out and buying something so spicy, so tantalizing.  That you’re sure he won’t be able to resist or deny his little slut what she wants.      

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Thigh fluffing, fun from behind (giddy up), dom whiskey neat, slight teasing/edging, and…  his thick, long dick.

Notes: Happy No Nut November all you, lovelies! 🤍💙

- “Desk…now…”

- With the snap of his fingers, you scamper…bend forward, over it.  Body shivering, nipples pebbling from the cool sensation of the polished surface.  From the anticipation and thrill of observing in the mirror’s reflection as Clay discards his suit jacket and vest on a nearby chair.

- “Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckles, tsks gently.  Rolling up his sleeves, shrugging out of his spenders.  “Couldn’t stand to behave a minute longer…”  Smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, while he approaches from behind.  “…could you?”

- Big hands glide, ascend your thick legs.  Palming and rubbing your squishy globes through the silky fabric.  Causing sparks and tingles of pleasure to erupt, run rampant.  Sweet, tiny coo falling from your parted lips.  “Mew…sorry.  I just really needed it.”

- “Needed…what?”  He echoes; voice dropping lower, growing more gravelly.  Blue eyes locking with yours, hint of something dark flickering behind them. rounding it out.  “My attention…”

- Nimble fingers fiddle, play with the delicate hem; push, bunch the white teddie up over your full hips.  Revealing your garter belt, matching sheer panties.  Lightly calloused tips linger on, trace the curve of your cheeks for a moment.  Snaps the flimsy waistband, nudges them to the side.  “My touch…”

- Metal clinks, tinkle softly.  Your gaze focused intently on the sight of him unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers.  The dark spot soaking, forming on the front of his boxers…along with the prominent bulge that strains them.  “Or maybe…”

- Freeing his painfully hard, leaking length.  Pumping it lazily, spreading and covering it in a milky layer of his pre.  He smears the excess, wiping his hand clean on your plush thighs.  “My cock…”

- “Everything,” you whimper.  Hips canting back into his; seeking out relief for your ache, burning desire.  Moist, warm core brushing at his fat head.  String of tacky slick connecting the two.  “Please…I need everything.”

- Leaning forward, Clay presses his still clothed chest against your exposed skin.  Using his weight to pin, hold you down.  One hand grips your hip firmly, for good measure.  “Since you asked so nicely…”

- The other ventures lower, seeking out and finding your sensitive bud.  Circling, tugging on it a bit harshly.  While he teases, prods your entrance; occasionally slipping past the tight rim, but just the tip.  “I'll give you it all…”

- Stream of desperate, small mewls and squeaks bubble up from your throat.  The heat pooling inside your stomach so intense, overwhelming.  “But…”  That you weakly attempt to impale yourself on him, only to have him jerk away.  A solid smack landing on your backside, curves bouncing and jiggling from the recoil.  “By my terms…”

- Repositioning, grinding against your thighs.  He ruts slowly, covering the supple flesh with his pearly essence.  Continuing to toy with your clit when he suddenly flicks his hips.  Sinking between your pillows, just below your trembling cunt.  Groaning, growling in your ear.  “Because you're the one making me lose the bet…”

- Without remorse, he begins to thrust at a brutal pace.  Smug, almost proud look on Clay’s handsome face as he watches how he pleases himself.  How he uses your body to get off, to chase after his own blissful high.  “All because you’re nothing more than a spoiled…”

- Nails scrape and scratched at the desk; sending papers, various items crashing to the floor.  You wriggle, whine beneath him.  Begging, pleading for him to pound your pussy; that it’s been too long since you’ve felt him stretch, ruin you.  Come on and all over his dick.  Instead he nibs, bites your neck in warning; continues to rub your skin raw.  “Bratty…”

- Slamming roughly on last time; sending you lurching forward, scraping across the wood.  Fingers dig into your waist, pinch your nub hard.  As Clay paints the inside of your thighs creamy white.  Staining your panties, garters, lacey thigh-highs.  Soiling them along with your own juices.  “Little Slut…”

- A few stray fat drops trickle, drip down.  On to the floor, onto to his phone.  The screen lighting up.  Showing a picture of you sent earlier, wearing the same skimpy lingerie set to the background.  “My little slut…”

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[the-laughing-lunatic]

uhhhchhdhfhdhd can you maybe do something with the mercs (all 9 if thats cool, but if not then just sniper and medic!!) with a reader that cant sleep so they just. go to their room and ask if they can cuddle with them

(ofc! This was rlly fun to write, I’ll prolly write for all of them later if yall are interested enough :> thx for requesting!)

Medic and Sniper with a reader asking for cuddles (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Sniper☆

He’s a tad confused when you show up to his camper van

I mean, he’d never turn down cuddling you, that’d be bloody stupid of him

“Why you wanna cuddle with me though, mate? I don’t exactly got the most comfortable sleepin’ conditions.”

“Because it’s you, Mick. If you don’t want to, that's fine.”

“Woah, woah, mate you’re twisting my words. I mean, I’d love that. Uh, come in I guess.”

Bro is so awkward omg- 

Does not know how to initiate physical contact at all so he just kind of stands until you lay down on the bed

The bed in his van is already really small so it forces you two to be even closer

He doesn’t really like being super close, but he likes to have an arm around you to have that connection

Kind of guy that needs noise to sleep, he’d be perfectly content to listen to you ramble about anything as he holds you.

Very light sleeper, def gets up in the middle of the night a few times but he’d be very careful not to disturb your sleep

He really does enjoy holding you and would like to do it more, but will absolutely not unless you ask first

In the morning he’ll fix you coffee and fairy bread to be polite

Really wants to do that again but will absolutely not ask you, way too awkward for that

☆Medic☆

You had gone to Medic’s bedroom to ask him if you two could cuddle…but he wasn’t there

You went to his lab next, where he sat hunched over his desk, frantically scribbling away on some papers. “Ohoho! Hello mein fruend, I didn’t notice you. What do you need?”

“I can’t sleep, can we cuddle?”

“If you wish, you may sit here while I work.”

You’d sit in his lap as he continued to write something or other, with one of his arms wrapped around your waist

It was nice for a bit, he’s big and warm, but it was too uncomfortable to actually try to sleep and you were tired

“Mm, Ludwig, when do you actually go to bed?”

“Ahehe, I think around one or two,” he said sheepishly.

“You think?”

“I normally just pass out at my desk.”

“...okay, we’re going to bed now,” you said, getting off his lap and dragging him to his bed

He’d (begrudgingly) come along after a lot of complaining about how he needed to get the work done

He likes having you lay on top of him, it calms him down to feel the weight of you (he def has a weighted blanket on the rare nights he sleeps in his bed)

Traces your skin and absentmindedly talks about where each of your organs are underneath 

He falls asleep very quickly, you have to take his glasses off and place them on the nightstand (mf wears glasses while he sleeps, they’re crooked as hell)

His grip is so tight even as he sleeps though, you wanna move? Ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.

In the morning bro is always awake before you, no matter how early you get up 

If he’s feeling quirky maybe you’ll get breakfast in bed

(He may put caffeine in your food at dinner so you wont be able to sleep and you’ll cuddle him, until you catch him–)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[aeferfckr]

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ୨୧

them bitches you fuckin' with i know they gon' need some practice. so bring 'em along wit' ya i'll teach 'em how to smash ya. when i made a little mess on it he told me to clean my act up ♡

content warnings. nsfw read at your own risk. switch!chara. switch!reader. bondage. teasing. edging. delayed orgasm. petnames (my love, master, my dear, daddy, slut). spanking. overstimulation. (1028 wrds.)

tied him down to my queen bed, tease him just enough to hate me. tied it tight enough, he cant break free. keep him waiting 'til he try~

"m-my love" he stutters as he tests the strength of his restrains "are you sure about this"

"oh, are you having second thoughts?" you ask as you rub his waist, trying to calm his nerves "we could always scrap the idea if you're not comfortable with it"

"n-nothing like that. its just..."

he shifts under your body as you sit on his abdomen, his arms and legs being restrained by silk scarves (you say it's to reduce the rope burn aspect of regular bondage). he has the most perfect view of you, your body being adorned by delecate fabric that wraps around your chest and curves deliciously. he can feel himself getting harder the more he stares.

of course, this doesn't go unnoticed by you. you muse:

"oh, excited are we?~ do you like seeing your lover all dolled up for you?" you run your hand along the very curves he was admiring then back to his body, connecting them even closer than before. running your hands up his torso, you start to lightly rub his nipples, feeling the soft bud raise into a hard one.

he squirms under you due to the stimulation, his mouth letting out breathy moans as you giggle. you feel your stomach filled with arousal, oh you cannot wait to have his cock buried deep within you. but you have to wait, you're the one in charge today and you will savour this moment.

you continued to play with his nipples until he stared to flail his body around, soft whines and a string of drool falls from his lips. you had to stable yourself with his chest as he threatens to throw you off.

"hmmnfh, master, please" he says between whimpers. "i want it"

"want what? you have to use your words or else i don't know what you want" you tease, pinching his hips gently which results in your lover borderline moaning:

"aaaugh master!!~ please touch mmhe"

you chuckle, "of course, my dear"

you reach back to his cock as it floods with his pre cum, the fluid running down his shaft coating it in a nice, thin, layer. you rub the tip with your finger as he lets go the sweetest moans, his hips buck into your fingers chasing the little stimulation he's receiving.

"aww my baby," you coo as you use your free hand to hold his cheek "i'm gonna make you feel real good, m'kay?"

you turn around on his abdomen, purposely showing off the cheeky bottoms of your lingerie as you arch your back and grind against him.

if he wasn't being restricted right now, he would love to squeeze the plush of your ass, spread your cheeks, and finger your sobbing hole. oh, he could just imagine your moans as you ride his fingers, steadily falling apart on just his fingers. however, his thoughts got interrupted when he felt a sharp suck on the tip of his dick.

he practically screams as you roughly jerk him off while sucking harshly at his tip. he thrashes against his restraints as his mind fogged with esctasy. the vibrations you made made shivers go up his spine as he itched closer and closer to his release.

"hmnngh.. i'm gonna!-"

you stop.

this can go one of two ways, we can flip the coin, i'll be your slave. call you "daddy", give me a nickname. i ain't afraid of a little pain~

your little stunt from the week before had your lover beyond pent-up. yes, he got to cum in the end but payback was due and he knew exactly how to do it. he isn't gonna edge you, no, that would be to predictable. he's gonna overstimulate you until you're begging him to stop

"aaugh! daddy, please!"

"please, what baby? you gotta use your words unless i won't understand you"

yoou may be too out of it to realise his comment but it doesn't matter, he's too busy with his fingers in your hole, scissoring and preparing you for his cock while sucking your twitching front.

"f-fuck meeeee" you scream as you grab the sheet of the bed below you, looking for something to ground you.

he lets go of you with a pop as he removes his fingers from you. you sigh as you think he's finally satisfied. you didn't have the time to close your eyes before you got flipped over, ass in the air and lined up perfectly with his cock. he lines himself with your hole, watching it drip with your arousal.

"who's pretty little hole is this?" he asks before slapping your ass.

"y-yours.." you manage to moan out

"yours who?" laying another harsh slap on your butt

"auggh!!~ yours, daddy!!~ your pretty little hole!!" you whimper as he rubs the blooming skin of your behind before going balls deep immediately. a mixture of pleasure, pain, and overstimulation courses through your blood stream as he starts at his merciless pace.

you couldn't even think straight, the only thing your cockdrunk brain could comprehend was the wet slapping sounds created from him thrusting into you, how his heavy balls slapped your most sensitive parts, and how utterly close you were to your nth orgasm of the night.

and by his pattern, you could tell that he was close to

"my good little slut, you make daddy feel shoo good" he says between clenched teeth as he continually smacks your bright red ass.

you couldn't decipher pain from pleasure as your orgasm crashes down hard, your juices squirting all over the bed as your lover finish in you. cum mixing with cum as the both of you crash onto the bed. your body immediately passing out from the pleasure as he catches his breath.

he looks over beside him to see your chest steadily rising and falling, signaling that you were asleep. he puts his hand over his head as he laughs to himself

"the only way to teach a slut, is to treat them like a slut"

© aeferfckr

[diejager]

hi so big fan :D, im terribly obsessed with literally all of your cod fics but oh my god stepdad könig + horangi drives me nuts-

just wanted to throw an idea in your brain because i cant stop thinking about it but imagine if reader used to go braless around the house (because its just her n mom) but after the introduction of 2 new unfamiliar guys in the house she puts on a bra when she leaves her room (but she also forgets sometimes and they call her a tease for it)

With time however, with all the fucking and the constant attention horangi and könig have been giving her nipples, theyre so fucking sensitive she like shudders when they scrape on surfaces on accident (ex. the edge of a table, fabric of her clothes) so she starts wearing a bra all the time to stop that from happening but könig and horangi don't like that so they take ALL her bras-

oh also another idea that popped up but what if reader who usually dresses rather tomboyish/masc also occasionally enjoys wearing very fem/provocative outfits. BUT könig and horangi have only ever seen reader wear masc outfits since theyve known each other. reader still wears her fem outfits but now she wears it under a bulky jacket and baggy jeans and changes out of it in uni/public toilet.

so like one day horangi is out and has to do a double take on reader out in public because they dont recognize them in their outfit (ex. a form-fitting sundress or a mini skirt with sheer tights and cute leg warmers) and he remembers reader leaving the house in something else. fuck i just know könig and horangi are going to get SOOOO many ideas on how to punish reader for that.

any ways thats it from me love ya <3

Hii, I looked at your illustrations and I LOVE them, they’re all so clean and nice.

Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, smut, size kink, possessive behaviour, delusional, tell me if I missed any.

König used to enjoy stripping you, the act of ripping your bra off and watch your breasts sway from his rough treatment. There was something empowering to it, a show of dominance and possession over you when he could strip you naked under him or watch Horangi straddle you and pull your shirt and bra off, sliding your panties down your thighs. He found pleasure in doing so when you walked around in baggy clothes, hiding your shape and curves from his hungry eyes, it was like unwrapping a long-awaited present that he’d been teased with for so, so long.

If he was especially lucky, he’d find you without a bra, your perky nipples pressing against his chest or peaking under your shirt, two small and hard nubs that tempted him with the prospect of something sweet to bite and suck. He liked admiring them, all swollen and slick with his or Horangi’s saliva, spitting or letting drool fall on your tits while they fucked you, marking your sensitive skin with the indentation of their teeth and dark splotches all across your chest. You always whined about it hurting, pushing them away with frail arms, fighting with weak hits and slow kicks. What you thought would be a deterrent, was fuel to their growing hunger, they were men who liked the fight, the struggle, a prey that wouldn’t fall too easily.

But now, he was growing annoyed that you always wore a bra, like an incessant pest that slowed him down from getting to his prize, even Horangi had complained about it and how intricate your choice of bra straps you bought, all the complicated knots and crosses that made their job much harder than it should when they were pleasuring you. How could you make it so difficult for them? They always made you come, their thick girth splitting you in half and filling you in hot and bitter cum. They tried talking you out of wearing bras, but in your rebellious phase, you glared and ignored their words. There wasn’t much they could do to convince you to stop wearing them, there wasn’t truly anything they could hold against you. So they took them away, making you ask for them if you wanted to wear one and it had to be reasonable.

It seemed that you didn’t like their decision, coming to them for a bra every two day to go out, it left them watching you walk out the door in nothing but jeans, a shirt under your jacket, headphones holding your cap down and a backpack slung over your shoulder, hanging low on your back. It irked him that you always hid your beautiful body, something you should be proud of showing off, but perhaps it was to keep your body for themselves, to dance and writhe in your nude for them only, a treasure that only König and Horangi were privy to. He figured it was something he should be proud of.

Then Horangi told him how he found you in a short skirt and a shirt that rode up your abdomen and showed your pretty bra if you raised your arms, the soft jacket you left home slung around your shoulders, dipping low enough to show your back, but your jeans, shirt and cap were gone, stuffed in the now-filled bag. König couldn’t help but mimic the deep sneer on Horangi’s face, teeth tearing into his lip at your audacity of wearing such promiscuous attire for the world to see and hiding yourself from them. It made them wrathful, a deep-seated anger and envy that boiled until you got home, changed into the same baggy clothes you left with. This warranted a punishment, to teach you a lesson about lying to them and holding out on them. 

“Come here, du scheiß Gör,” König growled, glaring at your shuddering figure. [you fucking brat.]

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[crystlizabeth]

Showers

Summary: When starting to settle down in Alexandria houses where given out also meaning hot water.

Parings: Daryl Dixon x Blackfem!reader

Warnings: fluff,suggestive(nothing to graphic)slight angst(barely), swearing. Short!

“You need to get that man of yours to bathe.” The sound of Carols voice making you look up.

You laughed lightly, it had been almost 4 days since you arrived at Alexandria everyone was starting settle into there own homes. Rick, Michonne, Carl, judith and Carol in one home, Abraham, Rosita, Eugene, Tara and Gabriel in another. While you, Daryl, Maggie and Glenn got two separate condos.

Everyone was cleaned up by now besides your boyfriend. To be honest you don’t think he had gotten any sleep while here maybe nap but never came to bed with you.

“Well if my boyfriend acted like he wanted me around him I would but he’s barely spoken a word to me.” You said, you weren’t mad but it bothered you how he seem to not want to talk to you.

Carol raised her eyebrow, “So he not even talking to you?”

You simply shook your head, “I’ll try talking to him though.” You said.

She nodded exiting the end condo you shared. You pushed yourself off the counter walking towards the door aswell. Daryl was hidding out in Aarons garage working on a bike. You knocked on the mans door his boyfriend opening it for you.

“Hi Y/n, here for Daryl I take it?” Eric asked letting you in.

“Yeah..” you spoke, he gave you a smile pointing at the door that led out to the garage. You quickly thanked him walking towards it taking a deep breath before going out.

When you did he didn’t look up just continued working picking at the parts. “Hey Dar’..” you said he looked up acknowledging you but didn’t say anything, he stoped waiting for you to say something.

“I haven’t really seen you, you-” before you could say anything he cut you off.

“I know, m’ sorry just been busy..” he spoke looking down at the bike.

You inhaled, busy? Right..

“Have you slept at all? Eaten?” You asked walking over next to him. His body still facing forward at the table with scattered parts.

He nodded, “Baby please look at me..” your words came out as a whisper. Your hand making its way up to his face covered with dirt and grim. His hair covered his face.

His eyes slowly meeting yours “Lets go home.. just you and me. Let me help you, because I promise you you’re not alone.”

His face leaned into your touch, he knew he was avoiding everyone, you. He hated avoiding you, he missed your touch how you held him, comforted him. But this wasn’t his home.

“Cant.” He spoke his hand touching yours.

“Daryl you cant hide out in this garage forever, even though I know Aaron and Eric enjoy your company.” You joked slightly.

“I need you right now D’, just as much as you need me.” You said your head falling on his shoulder. You missed his smell as bad as it was you where used to it, it was him. You had spent almost every moment with him, besides when you could stand him when first meeting at the farm. As soon and you both got to the prison something just kinda flipped.

All the runs you both went on together, the stupid arguing. The protectiveness both of you had for one another. You both were strong, equals even, yet in moments like these you both were weak. You’ve seen him cry just as mush as he’s seen you. You were separated from eachother for a while after the prison, but found each other in the end. You both always found a way back to one another.

He let out a sigh “fine..” his tone low and shaky.

You looked up at him. With that you both left, your hand in his. Entering the home you felt him tug on your arm pull your body to his. His strong arms wrapping around you holding you tight he didn’t say anything just held you. The two of you leaned against the door with him just holding you.

“Why dont you join me for a shower..” you spoke earning a groan from him.

You laughed looking up at him, “I know, I know but i think it would be nice then we get to sleep in no worries just us. Alone.” You voice whispered.

You meet his eyes through his hair, you felt his body push off the door you going with him. A laugh escaped your mouth as you ran up the stairs to the bathroom. You could hear him taking off his belt and shoes as he walked through the hallway entering the door way in just his pants, he sat his cloths on the outside of the bathroom. Looking up he watched you start to undress.

His eyes scanned over your body the scars you gained over the year the subtle bruises from your clumsiness. He walked up behind you unclipping your bra. His lips brushed against you bare shoulder pressing soft kisses.

The warm water ran on him the dirt sliding of his body, getting some soap in your hand you started running you hands through his hair. You nails scrubbed his scalp lightly pulling up the build up.

He let out a soft moan as you worked on the spot behind his ears, “That feel good baby?” You hummed amusingly.

He nodded lightly his eyes closed letting you wash his hair soon rinsing it out. You grabbed a rag that hung over the glass door of the shower. Putting soap on it handing it to the man, Daryl rolled his eye but start washing himself. The rag going over his body cleaning every part and crevices on him the water taking the dirt and soap off of him.

“Look at you all clean handsome.” You smiled running you hand through his hair pushing it out of his face.

“Mmhm, just for ya remember that.” He spoke.

“Mm just for me..”

He looked over you your wet curls lose from the water, your long eyelashes stuck together by the water. He was so in love with you every single part.

As you both got out he couldn’t keep his hand off you. “Dixon you gotta let me get dressed.”

“Why would i do that..?” He mumbled his face in you shoulder his hands creeping up to you cupping your boobs.

You let out a soft groan feeling his fingers mess with your nipples. “I hate keeping my hands to myself when your around, have you seen yourself.” His words muffled as he kissed your shoulders. Your body leaning back into his touch.

You both stood in front of the mirror as he touched you, you watch him as his hand slipped into the front of your underwear teasing you pulling it out quickly detaching himself slapping your ass as he walked out the bathroom door butt ass naked.

You grounded in irritation but found yourself quickly following him out into the bedroom connecting to it.

“Now your following me women.” He teased, pulling a clean pair of boxers on. A smirk on his face as he looked up at you.

“Im not, my clothes are in here to you know.” You spoke pulling on your panties grabbing a shirt pulling it over your head. Looking up you saw him watching you that amused grin still plastered on his face.

“Fuck off Dixon.” You sassed.

“Mon’ ? Tell me what you want..” his words quite teasing you just to piss you off a little.

You rolled your eyes a smile on your face, you only turned away from him. You could feel his presence behind you his bare back pressing against you, your ass resting against his groin.

“What I want… hmm, ya know im pretty tired actually.” You fake yawned turning around looking up at him.

He simply picked you up falling on the bed. His arms wrapped around you as you got comfortable on the bed.

You had him in your arms again no worries, for now at lest you cloud sleep peacefully with him in your arms. His head on your chest you nails scratching his back lightly, you felt him mess with your fingers his movements became slow as sleep came over him. His soft breaths signaling he was finally asleep. Now it was your turn.

This was short but i hope yall like it! Go ahead and request more if you want i have some ideas but would like to hear some of your ideas.

[scenezfreak]

nah ik i already dropped a req so forgive me and banish me if you have to BUT ! metalhead jeff who does your eyeliner.. JUST HEAR ME OUTTT

he’s got you straddling his lap, chains jingling off his pants and heavy metal playing and bouncing off the walls as he makes you get real close so he can make it look perfect. a hand on your hip, subtly pushing you down onto the hardening cock in his pants every once in a while as his other works diligently at applying the eyeliner and when he finishes he cant help but put it to the test, fucking you so hard that tears fall down your face making the eyeliner streak down your cheeks and he definitely takes a photo after you’ve been fucked dumb to keep in his wallet later

*foams from the mouth* ABSOLUTELY ‼️🙏

Metalhead Jeff fucking f!reader stupid

Warnings: Mean Jeff, rough sex, cream pie, mentions of breeding, picture taking, hair pulling, choking, biting

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

Sitting on his lap trying to be careful as to not mess up the eyeliner he’s putting on you. His hand resting on your hip while his other one carefully does your eyeliner. The music blaring in the background as Jeff caresses your hip pulling you closer, accidentally grinding you over his clothed cock, the chains on his ripped jeans jingling in the process.

You shudder trying to be still and nice for Jeff while he makes you prettier. You feel yourself get wet when his hand on your hip pushes you down, making you grind against him once more. “Jeff-“”Shut up, you’re going to make me mess up.” He cut you off, you sit still, trying not to anger him.

You can feel him go slower, teasing you. You almost groan in annoyance. Soon he puts the eyeliner down and turn his head back to you, grabbing your face with one hand, his spiky bracelet almost scrapping you in the process. He gets closer, examining you. “My pretty doll.” He says before turning over and shoving you onto the bed. “I can’t wait to see it run down your pretty little face” he says as he climbs over you.

Turning you over onto your stomach and lifting your hips, quickly pulling down your skirt and underwear. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re too stupid to remember your own name.” Pulling out his cock and stroking it while he rubs between your puffy folds. “Soaked already? Dumb whore.” He pulls his hands away and you whine when he gives your ass a harsh slap.

Grabbing your hair and pulling you back a bit he says, “make sure to be nice and loud for me, doll. If I can’t hear you over the music then you’re not cumming.” He lets go and you fall back down, ass raised for him. He lines up and pushes in and starts thrusting, not waiting for you to adjust. He grabs your hips, his black painted nails digging in to your skin. You jolt from his sudden movement and moan out his name along with a curse. “F-fuck Jeff-“

“That’s it doll, moan for me like the slut you are.” His thrusts getting faster, the head of his cock kissing your womb. You can’t stop moaning, your thoughts filled with him and his cock inside of you. He bends over to thrust in faster, his long black hair falling over his face. You can hear him subtly growling, the feeling of your tight cunt is just too good for him. Fucking you balls deep as he’s holding onto you for dear life, you’re definitely going to have bruises on your body.

You shiver when you feel Jeff bite into the crook of your neck, drool spilling from his cut smile and some of it smearing onto you. He has one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your neck. Your mind was foggy and you couldn’t think clearly, tears streamed down your face, your makeup streaming down with it. Your eyes roll back as he thrusted in harder. “Gonna fuckin’ breed your tight pussy.” He rubbed his hand that was on your hip over your abdomen, pressing down.

That made the coil inside of you snap and you came all over his thick cock, forming a creamy ring around the base of his cock. He raised back up and continued to pound into you, overstimulating you causing you to cry from it, makeup getting ruined more. He finally stills, cumming deep inside of you, his hot cum spilling into your womb. He quickly grabs the Polaroid camera from the nightstand and grabs your hair to lift your and takes a picture of your fucked out face. He smirks to himself, pulling his pants up and shaking the Polaroid then looking at the final image before putting it in his wallet for later use.

If you like stories similar to this go check out @endious 🫶🏻

[v-ternus]

Movie

I like to think of the ways Dew and Aether kept up with each other while Dew was away with everyone else on tour.

This one's for @iamthecomet, those SwissDewther thoughts never left, they just turned into this. Im so sorry... I dont know where the angst came from.

Under the cut cuz it got long again.

Also, I swear Dew and Aether love Swiss to hell and back, he's just a proxy for this night (he'll get his turn some other time)

Sister was going to kill him. It was bad enough that he was replaced, fired with no real rhyme or reason, but the desk work he was being saddled with? It was maddening, and some days it feels like he'd rather be sent back to the pit.

Today was one of those days.

Sister had berated him for something, misfiling a form or messing up her damn coffee, since he apparently doubled as her secretary too. Whatever it was, it was dumb. Plain stupid. But apparently bad enough to have her turn beet red as she screamed her head off. Worst of all, he had a whole days worth of work to get through still. By the time he got back to his room, he was fed up and ready for the day to be over.

He got in the shower, intent on washing the day off of him with the hottest water the tap could spit out. He turns the handle as far as it'll go and hisses as he steps in.

Aether used to hate the burn, it made him feel like he was being boiled alive, but he figured out two weeks into the tour that if he held himself under the steady stream just right, it felt like Dew's touch. Regardless of their promises to not let the distance change anything, regardless of their late night calls and constant texts, it wasn't enough-- he was still going to fall asleep in their bed alone and Dew's scent was still going to fade from the sheets. If he had to burn himself to feel his mate, then so be it.

He stays until the water runs cold and gets himself into bed soon after. He shuts his eyes tight, getting ready to do the same things he''s done for the past two weeks-- remember the last night he had Dew next to him. He swears that if he thinks hard enough, he'll feel Dew's back pressed against his chest again.

He's just about to fall asleep when his phone vibrates on the bedside table, a text from Swiss. It's short and it makes his chest ache all over again.

We miss you

It's followed by a bright red heart. Before he can respond, those three dots pop up, so he waits for whatever else Swiss is typing out for him. Only this time, it's not a text, it's a video. He thinks that it's just a few clips of whatever city they're in for the night, shots of the venue and all the touristy stuff they did before they had to get ready. He's content to just watch it later, tomorrow when the weight of the day has lifted off of him, but something in him tells him to open it.

He's really glad he listened. The video starts and has him throbbing almost instantly.

"Say hi Dewy," Swiss' voice is gruff, heavy from strain. He's standing in front of the camera, holding Dew up with a tight grip under his knees, spreading his legs so Aether has a perfect view of how Swiss fits in his cunt so nicely.

"I said say hi." His hips snap up hard, burying himself further into Dew who yelps and picks his head up from where he had it resting on Swiss' shoulder.

"H-- hi Aeth" He whimpers as Swiss moves like everything is normal, like he doesn't have his phone set up in front of him and Dew, filming each measured thrust of his hips. With the phone so close, Aether gets to hear each wet and slick slide of Dew's cunt in perfect detail.

Aether lets a hand slip into his boxers, rubbing his palm over his cock, pressing it down against the curve of his belly. He feels himself throb with each and every filthy noise that falls from Dew's lips. His finger mindlessly presses on the volume button, cranking it up till Dew's voice fills the room just like it used to.

"Fuck Dew," He cant help but moan his mates name when he finally wraps his hand around his shaft. He holds himself tight, trying to convince himself he's wrapped up in Dew.

"Tell him how it feels love" Besides his grunts, Swiss has been silent so far. Selfishly, Aether is glad. He wants to hear Dew's pretty gasps, and if Swiss has to be the one to draw them out for now, then so be it.

"He's in deep Aeth," Aether matches his strokes with Swiss' thrusts, bottoming out when he does, squeezing the ruddy head when Swiss pulls out far enough to just leave the tip in. He lets his eyes drift from the slick dripping down Swiss dick to look at Dew's chubby little cock. With his legs spread, Aether sees it perfectly, poking out from his lips, pink and puffy. Probably from Swiss' devilish mouth.

"Wish..." Dew cant get a breath in, not with the relentless pace Swiss has set. "Wish it was you Aeth, wanna feel your cock in me, stretch my pussy around you."

Aether can only groan, hips bucking up, fucking into his tight grip. His slowly growing knot bumps against his fist with every thrust.

"Touch your cock Dew, let him see how much you missed him" A quick hand dips between his legs, gliding over his cunt to lube it up in his mess before spreading it over the fat nub. He whines, high and feminine, and if there were any witnesses, they'd say Aether sounds the same. He's a moaning mess, writhing with his shirt tucked over his tits, letting his nipples harden with the chilly air of the room.

"You'd fill me so fucking good Aeth, press in so deep that I see you through my tummy" All those late nights come back to the front of Aether's mind, the nights with Dew bent in half, leaving him no option but to take each heavy thrust, or other nights with Dew on top, arching his back so they can both see how far Aether is buried in him.

"Get me stuck on that fat knot of yours” Aether answers back, a slurred string of yeah's, nodding his head like Dew can see him. He doesn't know how loud he is and he doesn't care.

"I'd fuck my cum in, fill you with kits," He polishes the ruddy head of his cock, bringing himself dangerously close to the edge.

"He's so tight around me Aether, feels so fucking good" Swiss' knot is obvious now, almost full, and pressing against Dew's hole, threatening to pop in with each thrust.

Dew wants it, so bad, to be broken open on something so wide, made to feel like it's almost too big. He wants Aether to split him open, but it's Swiss he’s got. It’s Swiss buried deep in him. He tries not to think of that. 

"--m close Aeth, let me cum. Please let me cum," Aether loves the way he begs, always so good for him, even half a world away.

"Yeah baby, come on, make a mess for me," He watches Dew go rigid, breath stilling as his pleasure crests over. Swiss keeps his pace, letting the air fill with the sound of skin against skin until that familiar rush of liquid rings through his phone. Aether watches Swiss work him through it, watches him squirt around his dick. He watches Dew's euphoria quickly turn into overstimulation, it’s good, it’s what he’d do too. Dew’s dick twitches in time with his heartbeat. 

Between that and Dew begging Swiss to slow down, its all Aether needs before he's painting himself with pearly white stripes of cum. He works himself through it, stroking slowly before dropping the phone so he can get both hands around his knot. He milks himself until his cock has nothing left to give but a weak dribble.

He sings his praises, tells Dew he's been a good boy, that he takes him so well every time, that he loves him-- he lets the empty air be his Dewdrop for the night.

He lays there with his eyes shut and his hands around his deflating knot, holding on to the last moments of the high, until his phone buzzes again. Another text from Swiss, this time a photo.

It's Dew, curled up under the covers, tucked in tight with a hint of a smile on his face. It's followed by a text again.

We love you. 

He loves you.

[basu-shokikita]

for your drabble kiss thing- skwistok as 17 or 48 🤭

I don't wanna post 2 drabbles in one ask so you're getting 17 for now :3

From this ask meme

17. (Kiss) to distract

Toki grumbled against the smooth skin of Skwisgaar's (non existent) bicep. "It ams so nices likes this..."

"Lets me go, Toki." Skwisgaar said, though he sounded amused.

"Noes." Came the muffled reply.

"We both needs to gets up."

Toki shook his head in refusal.

Skwisgaar sighed. "Tokes..."

"Just a bits more!" Toki raised his head, displaying big puppy eyes at Skwisgaar. "Just a bits!"

"Eugh..."

Before Skwisgaar even said anything, Toki buried his face in the pale white chest. Skwisgaar was so skinny and yet so soft in the places that mattered. Face nuzzling against small breasts, Toki mumbled. "Oh, thanks you, mercifuls gods..."

"Dat betters be addreskeds to mes."

Toki didn't reply, just surrounded Skwisgaar's waist in a tight hug while humming. He could stay forever like this, their bodies pressed together in warm silence. Nothing else was needed. This was his happy place.

It hadn't been nearly enough time when he felt Skwisgaar move again. "Okej, let's goes."

"Noooo!" Toki kicked his feet in despair.

Skwisgaar was chuckling now. "You ams actingks likes a childrens whats cants stay at the candies store."

"Thats exactlies what it ams likes!" Toki pouted. "Ams at de best stores in de woilds and de owners kicks me outs..."

"Ams not kickings you outs..." Skwisgaar placed a hand on top of Toki's head fondly. "We just gots to practis-"

"Ahhh!!!" Toki covered his ears. "Stops sayins that woirds! Stops!"

"Alrights-" When Skwisgaar attempted to rip Toki away from him, the latter just grabbed his wrists instead. With a quick movement, he was pining Skwisgaar down on the sofa.

Toki was pleased by the surprise on his expression. "Cant's goes anywhere nows."

Skwisgaar's eyelids covered about half of his eyes. "You knows de bands ams waitingks for us, ja?"

He didn't enjoy Skwisgaar mentioning other people when it was just the two of them right now. "Wells, dey ams gonna has to keep waitings."

"Tok-" The word got stuck in Skwisgaar's throat when Toki pressed their lips together. It only took him an instant before he was reciprocating and they awkwardly rolled on the sofa.

It was a mess of limbs and strands of hair as they made out. Toki massaged Skwisgaar's neck to relax him while his other hand caressed his bony side. Any reluctance Skwisgaar had left melted away with Toki's gently touch and he laid his weight on top of Toki to hold him closer.

Cheekily, Toki toyed with the waistband of Skwisgaar's already undone pants to test his reaction. The following grind seemed to be a response on its own, but before Toki got to shove his hand inside-

"Stops!" Skwisgaar abruptly broke it off, his brow furrowed. "I gotsa goes!" Adjusting his pants, he sat up.

Toki groaned, dropping his arms in the armrest. "Yous still on thats..."

Disapprovingly, Skwisgaar finished buttoning up his pants and got on his feet. "Well, ams you comingks?"

Wordlessly, Toki pursed his lips.

"Whats?"

"Only if you gives me a littol kiss." Toki said, still pouting.

"Seriouslies?"

"Mhm."

"Eugh." Skwisgaar rolled his eyes but leaned down to have their mouths meet. When their lips were about to graze each other, he pulled back. "Kiddings. Ams not fallings for dat agains."

"Whats?!" Toki's eyes opened at once to see Skwisgaar walking away. "Skwisgaar!"

"Heugheugh...guess you gotsa comes to practisce now, heugh?" Skwisgaar said before disappearing through the door.

Angrily, Toki got up to follow him.

There was only so many times he could distract Skwisgaar from practice.

[imaginesforeveryone]

Arranged (Part 2) 

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Y/N Warning:language, angst, little flirting Summary: You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life.

Sitting in the car next to your new husband on your way to your house to get all you things for the long boat ride to England. It was a bit awkward in the car ride. But, it was a weird comforting car ride. You were now a Shelby and you knew the name scared more than the name. Not saying, Gotti didn’t scare people to, but going to England with the Shelby name held more there. As much as you were excited to go to England to travel, and meet new people. But also sad to leave your family in New York. 

“Y/N?” You heard a voice say snapping you from your thoughts. 

“Y/N? You alright?” Finn asked laying a hand on yours that laid on your lap. 

“Oh sorry. Yes, just thinking.” You said smiling over at him. 

“Well, are you ready to see England?” He asked now trying to make small talk. 

“Yeah. I’m excited.” You said with a quiet voice. 

“No you aren’t.” He said back catching you off guard by his forwardness with you already. 

“I am.” You argued back. 

“Your face, your voice, and you body say different. ” Finn said letting go of your hand and looking out the window. As you pulled up to your building Finn got out without a word, but still came and opened your door. He took your hand to help you out then dropping it. You held the back of your dress up so it wouldn’t get super dirty on the side walk. Walking into the building and taking the elevator up to the top floor where it was all your house. Stepping out and into the the big room that your big couch, chair and a fireplace was. 

*Finn’s POV*

I guess this is it. The rest of my life ahead of me with a women I don’t even know. But would I be a gypsy if this didn’t happen?

Finn thought to himself. Looking over at you he thought maybe it wont be so bad. Your hot, amazing body, but you were quiet. He wasn’t a quiet person by nature. He argued, yelled when he talked, in the normal Shelby style. Headed up the elevator stood next to you he kept side eyeing to look at you. As the elevator doors open showing a huge room that had a big couch, large chairs and a fireplace in it. He looked around. 

“Fuckin el’” Finn said out loud. 

“You like it?” Y/N asked looking at Finn. 

“It’s very nice. Wasn’t expecting it to be this big in a building. As big as my house that stands alone.” Finn said walking in and looking around. 

“Uhm, make your self comfortable. I’m going to go change real quick so that I’m not wearing this on the boat ride.” Y/N said in a shy voice. She was cute. Different from the rest of England women Finn was used too. Surprised at how timid she was being a Gotti, but he has only known her about 2 hours. Maybe she’s hiding who she is? Or does Finn actually make her nervous? Maybe it was the Shelby name? 

“Uhm, Finn!” Y/N yelled from the room. Finn snapping out of his thoughts and walking to the door. 

“You alright, love?” He asked stand at the closed door. 

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need help getting this fucking thing off.” She said sounding upset. First time Finn has heard a swear word out of her making him think more about her. 

“Uhm, yeah.” Finn said slowly opening the door and seeing Y/N stood next to the bed standing and holding her hair up to showing her back. 

“I cant reach the ties of the corset.” She said holding her dress up to cover the rest of her. 

“Here. Let me help.” He said taking off his suit jacket and laying it on the bed in front of her. 

“Thank you.” Y/N said looking at him. Finn’s hand now grabbing the tie of the corset and untying it. Pulling the strings down her back to loosen off of her. She took a deep breath as the pressure came off of her. 

“Bit tight aye?” He said once you relaxed and let the dress fall off of you. Finn averted his eyes away. 

“Well, we are married Finn, so you’re going to see me at some point right?” Y/N said turning around. 

“Yeah you’re right.” Finn said looking back at Y/N again. Kind of dumbfounded at what her body looked like. She didn’t need that corset, she was perfect as she was. 

“Well, should we get going?” Finn asked now scratching the back of his head kind of awkwardly. 

“Oh, shit yeah.” She said grabbing the dress that hung from her wardrobe. Finn watching her every move as he studied her body. 

*Y/N POV*

Throwing your coat on over your dress and hitting the button to go to the lobby of the building. Finn stepping into it next to you and the doors closing. As soon as the doors closed Finn attached his lips to yours. But, not like the kiss he gave you at the alter an hour ago. Its was a kiss of lust, not love. But it was amazing. This is what you expected out of a Shelby boy. 

“Even though I’ve known you 4 hours, I expect this marriage to be fun with you. I know there’s a firecracker in there somewhere.” He spoke with heavy breathe putting a strand of hair behind your ear and fixing his jacket right before the doors opened in the lobby. You were red as ever now. 

“Hey kid! Did you consummate that the marriage up there?” Arthur said attacking Finn from the side as he walked out. 

“No Arthur. Relax. We weren’t even up there the long.” Finn spoke with a slight laugh. 

“That don’t matter you only need, what? 45 seconds?” Arthur laughed at him. 

“Come on everyone is waiting. Let’s get going sister.” Arthur said motioning you out in front of him out the door where 4 cars sat, holding Tommy, John, and Polly. The other 2 holding the rest, and one empty one, meant for you and Finn. Finn holding his hand for you to take it. You smiled and put your hand in his. He guided you to the car opening it for you and getting in. He shut the door and ran around to the driver side and got in. Turning the car on and leading the way to the docks where you would get on a boat and leave the home you have always known.

“Finn.” You said breaking the silence in the car. 

“I want you to know I’m excited to go to England. But also nervous and sad to leave my family. They’ve all I’ve known my entire life. New York is all I’ve ever known my entire life 24 years and I’m leaving it. I know I can come back when I want to. It’s just scary situation for me.” You said bringing up the previous conversation you had with him on the car ride to your house earlier.

“I understand, love. I’ve also never left my family but me being a Shelby I probably won’t ever leave the side of my family. I won’t ever really have a choice. But, don’t worry. You will be safe with us. You’ll be safe with me. I hope you love England as much as we do. I’ll make it the best experience I can for you.” He spoke grabbing your hand trying to comfort you but not taking his eyes off the road in front of him. 

Pulling up to the docks that, where the big boat sat ready to take you away. But, you saw your mother and father stood waiting for you. You smiled getting out of the car as fast as you could and running to them. Your dad engulfed you into a hug as your mother wrapped her arms around the both of you. You couldn’t help but cry a bit. You father letting you go after a bit and looking at you. Wiping away the tears the fell from your eyes. 

“You will do great out there baby girl. Be that fierce, beautiful women that I know you are.” He said with a slight smile. You went in to hug your mother now. Letting go as you saw Finn, John, Arthur, & Tommy walking towards you. 

“Take care of her.” Your father said standing tall at them. 

“We will sir.” Tommy said putting his hand out to shake your fathers hand as a close of a deal would go. 

“I’ll kick Finns ass all the way back here to you Mr. Gotti if he hurts her.” Polly yelled out from further away. You giggled slightly to yourself and looked at your father once again. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before stepping aside from the stairs to get into the boat. 

“Off you go. We I’ll see you sooner than you think.” Your father said. Finn hooking his arm under yours and you two walked away up into the boat.

“You ready love?” He asked stopping on the door way 

“Yes.” You said with confidence and walked into the boat. You were excited for a new life. Not a life away from the violence, and gangsters, but the same life in a new place with a husband at your side.

[anotherfloridaman]

Your orc is ruthless (pt 5)

Skarg stares down at you, brow raised and confused eyes seemingly dull. You stare back, knowing exactly what he says about you to some of the others. How he’d like to sink his teeth in your thighs. His broken common language still conveying his intentions most of the time.

“What?” Skarg asks, looking around and pointing at you. This is not the time his broken common helps.

“Stuff happened.” You say, knowing you cant run from him. Your legs and feet still recovering from the thorns and rocks you stepped on in your haste to run before.

“Not knowing.” He holds up his hands, still wanting some kind of explanation. But he has an idea, reaching for you and grabbing your shirt, bringing you up to his level and holding you tight.

Now, you’ve never really interacted with Skarg before, but you know on your first interaction, he told you ‘legs. Meaty. Taste nice.” While pointing at your thighs and you immediately started backing away from him to find Rio again.

“Where Rio.” He asks, not paying attention to you as he looks around, then sniffs at your waist, making an odd face.

“I-uh, he- its…” you stutter, wanting to say Rio isnt far, but knowing nobody is close enough to save you from his large, thick teeth and even more massive jaw. “Probably at the stronghold.” You admit, fate sealed the moment he caught your scent.

He starts walking towards the stronghold. And you almost short circuit as he pulls a tangerine from his pocket, handing it to you. “Eat. Skinny.” He says, apparently seeing nothing wrong with what he says as he holds your plump thighs to his shoulder, looking around for something as he walks.

Eventually, something starts to happen. A gut feeling says you’re being watched. And you’re proven right when Skarg almost yanks you to his chest, running so fast you get whiplash and can barely hear the roaring of something behind you two. Your heart races, but he stops running, turning and yelling something in orcish before laughing.

The blacksmith, Arlo, stands there, out of breath and stumbling forward through the trees. “Fuckin godshit. What the bees was this about? Kend ma karva so leikana!”

Skarg immediately places you on your feet, looking completely gobsmacked as his jaw hangs low, angry at Arlo.

He proceeds to speak very fast, the sounds coming from his mouth unholy as he snarls and snaps at Arlo, stepping forward and crowding his space.

And as he finishes with a loud roar, Arlo laughs. Loud and clear and apparently understanding.

“Human! He never wanted to eat you! He was saying you smelled nice because of your natural smell! He likes the way your body is shaped too.” Arlo continues laughing, and another set of footsteps comes from the forest, hands snatching your confused, frozen body to another green mass.

“Sibling? Are you alright?” Rio’s voice filters through, and you… cant feel anything. You should be happy the clan didnt abandon you. You should feel… better, right? And yet, it’s that day all over again.

You woke up alone, and got cornered, and you thought you’d die. Then Rio comes in. But this time, the one holding you, is the one who left you in the first place.

Too much is going on, you decide, and you just look at the floor, silent tears falling as one of your fingered bandages slips off, revealing the cut up, bloody tip to everyone.

“Arrg ma das se keinkarva.” Skarg says, stepping to Rio and slamming a hand on his back, making him ‘oof’ as he turns to follow him back to the stronghold, Arlo roaring as loud as he could, alerting anyone near to return to the stronghold as well. In the distance, other orcs roar, and they echo as everyone communicates to go home.

“We’ll get ya fixed up, dont worry.” Rio coos, holding you close as you lay limp in his hold, contemplating the last few days.

[according2thelore]

oh DAMN this au is so insanely good. thank you for blessing us all with your writing.

i think LS sam proposes the foursome during sex and of course LS dean agrees but he thinks it’s just, like, dirty talk. he doesn’t give it a second thought afterwards.

then the next night at dinner sammy just puts down his wine glass like :) so dean and I were talking and we think we should all hook up :) and LS dean just CHOKES

HAHAHA you are so correct!! i am going to add a split for nsft!

dean's going to fucking die.

sammy is beneath him, head pressed to his forearms on the bed and ass in the air, legs spread wide and dangerous, thick cock hanging heavy between his legs.

dean is thrusting into him, and bends over his back so he can bite at the back of sammy's neck--just like the fucker likes. their sweat makes their skin stick, then glide, and dean is going to fucking die.

sam is so hot, so fucking wet. his ass is better than heaven, and dean would fucking know. sam grabs at dean's hair and pulls him even closer so they can tangle their tongues messily, barely catching each other in a kiss. dean has to change his thrusts to a slow grind, little shallow half-circles so deep that sam's eyes roll a little behind heavy-lidded eyes.

"god, i want to do this with them," sam breathes right into dean's open mouth, words hot on dean's tongue. dean doesn't say anything, because words do not exist in his brain. "could you fucking imagine the way younger me would scream when you slam into his ass?"

dean makes a noise, something that sounds like "shit, sam." to his own ears, but he doesn't remember giving his brain permission to speak.

"you're so thick, fuck." sam moans, and dean bites hard on his shoulder in a kind of fucked-out pride. yes, he is. "you just know he's so tight. just fingers up there so far. you'd split him open."

"yeah," dean groans, imagining that. taking sammy at age 23, all spread open and little scrawny arms, concave stomach heaving for breath, and pink nipples that'll make him cry if dean plays with them enough.

"that kid would die on your dick," dean grunts, and sam's wide eyes catch his over his shoulder, as dean leans back so he can get an actual rhythm going again, reaching down to wrap a hand around sam's dick. they both know they're talking about younger dean. "he'd fuck himself on your cock until he died. he'd come before you even got your pants off. at 26, you could've skull-fucked me until i bled and i'd cry of gratitude."

sam cants his hips back in time with dean's next grind in, and dean grabs his hips, controlling the way they move together. dean watches a bead of sweat slide into the divot of sam's spine.

"i want you to fuck him first," sam whines head tilted against the pillow, and dean's hips stutter, thinking about holding his younger self down by the throat and teaching him some fucking manners.

dean's brain melting out of his ears, lost like he always is to sam like this: open and dick leaking and just for dean.

"nah," dean leans down, mouth right against sam's ear. "i'd want him to fuck me first. i gotta make sure he knows what he's doing before i let him take your dick."

sam comes with a wail, spine snapping straight and eyes flying open, like he's shocked by it. dean chases his own pleasure, hips snapping furiously against sam's ass with wet slaps that fill his ears. he bites down on sam's shoulder, hard, and sam's spent dick gives another jerk as dean empties into him.

as soon as they're wiped down, dean falls asleep, completely at peace knowing that sammy'll bitch at him for his come leaking out of him all day tomorrow.

~~~

this is...nice? dean thinks, as he stares around the table.

his younger self is devouring the steak dean made in a truly horrific frenzy. he doesn't even notice that dean very purposefully made sammy a black bean burger, to really drive in his younger self's faux pas from the other day. which in dean's opinion, is super fucking shitty of him.

sam is sitting next to younger dean, and staring at him eating his steak with a sort of pity-disgust-wonder. did they really use to look like that?

dean looks up next to him at sammy, who is calmly chewing his veggie burger like nothing is amiss.

but there have been no blow-ups today--for the first time in maybe a week? he and sam sat in the garage for most of the day while sam watched him fix up an old pontiac. dean was even super charitable and let his younger self blather about whatever he talked about at age 26 to sammy for five whole uninterrupted hours. dean's really feeling like the bigger man today.

and it probably has something to do with the big bruises on sammy's neck, peaking out over the collar of his flannel. dean definitely knows that younger dean saw those this morning. dean can't say for certain that that's why he went so crazy on sammy's neck last night...but he's not not saying that either.

dean reaches for his beer just as sammy next to him finishes taking a sip of his. sammy puts the beer back on the table, and he's suddenly all smiles.

dean raises an eyebrow takes a sip of his beer.

"so." sammy says, and the other two across the table turn to look at him, younger dean's cheeks full of half-masticated meat. "dean and i have been talking."

sammy turns and looks at him, sly smile making dean's dick twitch. he's not a robot, okay? dean swallows. they have? he takes another sip so he doesn't have to finish sammy's sentence, if that's what he's expecting.

sammy looks back at their younger selves. sam has an unimpressed eyebrow raised, and younger dean is trying to swallow his mouth-meat-mountain as quickly as possible.

"dean and i agree that we should all have sex." sammy says.

dean inhales a lungful of beer.

dean's going to fucking die.

~~~

HAHAHA this was so delightful to write. i am kissing you on the forehead for your brilliant brain, anon. sam just being like :D !! so :D what do you think?? :D !! as both deans choke to fucking death on the ground.

and thank you, anon! that's so kind!!!! thank YOU for sending in this lovely prompt!

-lizzy