#fuck my cock is throbbing soooo much this morning

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[uchihaharlot]

Soooo, Madara fan is here, thanks for your last head canon about him. ^^

Can I get "what if Madara falls in love with the girl who is much younger than him (let's say he is 35? And she is 18 or 19). 😔🙏

Hello my little Madara nymphomaniac 🥵🥰 I did not forget you!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥 Sometimes inspiration finds me at awkward times.

NSFW; mild grooming; age gap fuckery; consensual; he brings all the girls to the yard; obsessed.

— Madara is definitely the kind of man to go for green girls. The younger, the better. Though he won’t touch one that’s not an adult. He’s a pervert, not a pedophile.

— It’s not something he seeks out either, these types of situations work best if the girl comes to him. He is always accepting the warmth of a woman, especially if she’s fawning over him and such.

— Absolutely loves, loves, loves fucking them into stupid little babbling idiots. These are the kind of girls who just broke up with their first boyfriend and never had a real man inside of them. Probably never had an actual orgasm until he rearranges their pussy. H O L Y Mackerel, when he does lobotomize them with pleasure.

— Now this particular girl though, she’s fiesty and demanding. Knows what she wants. Rocks the boat just as much as he does. Actually has Madara on edge before he’s even ready to cum. And it’s not that she’s different from most girls her age, but damn if she isn't liquid katon in his palms and on his cock.

— Edging him to his heart and cocks content until he flips her over and fucks her rotten into his mattress. The sounds she makes are sweeter than any sakura tree in bloom. Filling her soft cunt to the brim until she’s panting his name over and over. With no end in sight, they fuck like they had been well acclimated to one another for years.

— At the end of their little tryst, Madara can't decide who is more desperate for more. Him or her? Several rounds ensue until the late early hours of the morning. By the time he wakes up she's gone, which is unusual. Madara will typically spent the next several hours coaxing these young girls out of his bed and off his cock. But her?

— She just door dashed his cock and slipped out under the radar. There's something arousingly unholy about this situation. That unregistered fear of missing out kicks in and, well, he's an Uchiha. They tend to fuck hard and fall fast—usually on their terms, but damn she got him good. How aggravating it is to Madara that the seemingly obtainable has slipped through his fingers. Its not that he really wants her, but he feels slighted by her ability to fuck now and talk later never.

— Ok, maybe he is a bit jaded. More than jaded, actually. Since feelings are like the common cold to an Uchiha, he goes about waiting it out...not today old man. For some reason, it's not his cock that aches for her return, but a deeper throb. One right underneath the ribcage that makes his throat lump up with a sense of forlorn and abandonment. So, with this...uncharacteristic and intrusive as hell mindset. Madara searches for her.

— Elicits the help of friends, under the guise that she stole something valuable of his (his poor Uchiha heart). Which, to him isn't necessarily a lie....but not the full truth. He's mad with lust, would be ignorant enough to call it love almost. But that's too soon. His corneas don't make this any easier, he replays their salacious night together over and over until he has every curve and speckle on her skin memorized. 10/10 jacks off to it.

— When they finally do cross paths again, the unfamiliar squeeze of his heartstrings is nearly as taut as when she had came all over his length those some nights ago. Madara will act as indifferent as he can, but fuck if he doesn't look like dog on the street. Eyes ravaging her fully clothed form as she stands before him.

— If falling into this sort of thing for her is something she will agree to, there is not a single place on this earth she can ever hide that Madara's affections won't follow and swallow her whole. She's basically going to be treated as acting Uchiha royalty, for as long as she is by his side. No other girl dare crosses paths with this woman and Madara is finding his feelings easier to accept than he initially imagined.

[smallestapplin]

The schedule

🔞Me and Zed spoke of a reverse harem with the castlevania men, so kinda modern setting but this is purely porn.🔞

Also reposted from my deleted side blog.

🔞18+Only!MDNI🔞

Cw : reverse harem, with main Belmont’s (Richter, Trevor, Leon, Juste, Julius, Simon, and Jonathan.) and then Dracula and Alucard. Everything is 100% consensual, waking up to oral, ‘just the tip’, spitting, semi public, pegging, and fourway, free use kinda vibes. Afab reader. Womb and cervix are said a bit. Some degradation in Trevor’s part.

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9 am

Your morning starts are usually. You’re awoken by gentle licking and pleasure shooting through your body. You sleepily moan, squirming at the suction on your clit. Tossing the covers you’re greeted with long blonde hair and a very attentive vampire between your legs.

“Good morning, love.” Alucard purrs against your skin, kissing your bitten-up inner thigh, before delving his tongue back into your pussy.

Your body is still sensitive from sleep, you can’t stop the whine that leaves you. You tense up, your thighs snapping shut around his head

“Yes, squeeze my head! Use me!”

He mumbles against your cunt, as you grind against his face, coating him in your juices. You fall limp against the bed, twisting the sheets up in your fist.

He’s not stopping!

“Adrian! I-mmm!”

Alucard moans, humping the bed at your addictive taste. He’s so close to cumming, just a little more!

You arch your back, realizing he’s going to keep you here as long as he can, you aren’t sure when you’ll be free from the vampire’s grasp.

10 am

You always like watching tv with your beloveds, you like showing them new shows that they never heard of from their times. But something tells you Simon isn’t paying attention at all to the show, his minding seemingly elsewhere.

His cock resting right in front of your bare pussy, grinding against your wet heat, wetting himself with your slick. Simon’s arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you in place.

“Please, please let me fuck you! I’ll be gentle, I swear!”

You huff, trying to ignore how good he’s making you feel, and he’s not even inside you.

“I’m trying to watch tv, hon.” You reach back, running your fingers through his red hair.

“P-please! Please just the tip? I’ll be good!”

You sigh with a smile, “I suppose it can’t be helped, but just the tip.”

Simon nearly weeps, babbling useless ‘thank you! as he lifts you up, sliding the thick head of his cock into your welcoming hole. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moans that want to come out.

He moves your hips, shallowly fucking you while the tv plays ignored in the background. But the Belmont can’t last long, not with how your cunt is squeezing around his tip.

“M-M’sorry! Sorry! Soooo good, fuck!”

You're near screaming as he slams into you, pounding his fat cock into your cervix. He’s crying out into your shoulder, his eyes cross at such pleasure!

He’s fucked you stupid in a matter of minutes, you aren’t sure when he’ll stop, or that you even want him to.

11 am

Your body feels so tender after cumming so much, needing one of the others to pry Simon off of you and get you cleaned up. But that’s where your favorite time comes in! You needed to reward your beloved, after all, he’s such a good boy for you.

Richter grips the sheets below him with his ass in the air, muffling his cries into your pillow while inhaling your scent. He only brought you to your room to get clean clothes, but he’s not complaining one bit!

“Such a pretty boy, doing so well for me.” You coo, chuckling at how he whines.

His body is trembling, his mind gone, unable to focus on anything but you. You slide your hand up his toned back, gently taking a fist full of his hair, and yanking him up.

Richter squeals, raising his ass up allowing you to slam your strap-on deeper inside his clenching hole.

“I wanna hear you.”

His mouth hangs open, as his cock throbs, but he can’t hold back!-

“Cummiiing!”

You quietly shush him, running your fingers through his long brown hair as his cum coats your sheets.

“Such a good boy for me, you did so well!”

You make a noise of surprise when he starts fucking himself on your strap, moving his ass back to shove the toy deeper.

He looks back at you with tears shining in his eyes.

“Please? Can we go again? I need you to fuck me more, please!”

How can you say no to him?

12 pm

After getting Richter settled, you go to the kitchen to make yourself a light snack. You know who’s next, knowing he’s been watching you since Simon had you on the couch. But now it’s his turn.

You get some bread out and reach to make yourself a sandwich, when arms wrap around you, holding you close. You chuckle as Jonathan rests his chin on your shoulder. Only to gasp when you feel him tug your baggy shirt up, exposing your bare ass to him.

“My, aren’t you eager?”

“I can’t wait anymore.” He kisses your neck while pulling his cock free from his pants. Jonathan swears under his breath, feeling just how wet you are, making it easy to slip into you.

Your time with Richter left you hot. You can’t help but stick your ass out a little more, partially bending over the counter and letting his long dick rut into you.

“Oohh! You feel so fuckin good! Ah!”

“O-Oohh shit!” You shakily continue making your lunch, pausing to grip the countertop to mewl at how well he's fucking you.

Your legs shake, threatening to give out from his quick thrusts.

“Can I cum? Oh go,d let me cum!! Lemme fill you!-“

He pants into your neck, biting your skin to silence his cries.

“Yes! Fill me.” You nearly cry as he pumps his load into you at a moment's notice, triggering your own climax. You’re left shaking with Jonathan being the only thing holding you up.

“You’re the best, sweetheart!” You can feel him smile against you, kissing your cheek as he helps you finish making your lunch, only leaving you to get some water.

You don’t know you can even walk to go shopping with Julius.

1 pm

You didn’t need to worry, as Julius was more than happy to help you out. You can never get over how sweet he is to you, always so gentle, even now.

You aren’t sure where he pulled over to, but the place is deserted, which is perfect for you and his tinted windows. You’re in the back seat, spread nicely on his lap. Your clothes had long since been abandoned, tossed somewhere else in the truck, while Julius was still clothed.

“You certainly are a sight for sore eyes.”

You shake, your pussy clenching at the sound of his southern drawl. Julius takes a sharp inhale, sighing at the pleasure. You gently roll your hips, grinding his cock deep into your womb. His calloused hands resting on your hips, watching you with a lustful expression as you fuck yourself on his dick.

“J-Julius..!” He always presses against all your sweet spots, making you feel too good. You tilt your head back, feeling his hands slide up your body, caressing your tits, and rubbing your nipples.

“Such a stunnin’ sight for me, darlin'. All needy for this old man.”

You whine, your hips losing rhythm as you get closer to that edge.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little thing for me.”

“I’m- I’m gonna-!”

“Shhh just cum for me, coat my cock like a good pet.”

His hands move back down to your hips, steadying you before bucking up to meet your thrusts. Your hands slam down on how shoulders, gripping his coat tightly as you cum, trying to milk his cock for all he’s worth.

And he’s happy to give you all of his spent. You’re gasping for air when he leans down, kissing your chest.

“I hope you ain’t tired after that, are you really gonna let this old timer out do you?”

2 pm

You’re finally back home and ready to rest. But you’re pleasantly surprised to see Juste in your room, the black-out curtains are shut, while he reads a book, only perking up when he sees it’s you. Putting the book down, he rushes over to greet you.

“I was wondering what was taking you two so long.” He leans down, kissing you tenderly.

You pull away, cupping his face in your hands. “I know, I hope I didn’t worry you too much.”

Juste gives you a soft smile “Nonsense, I simply cleaned up your room to keep myself occupied, I hope that was alright.”

You aren’t sure what came over you, but something about him at that moment overwhelmed you. Maybe it’s just how considerate he is, or how pretty he looks with a smile on his face, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Juste found himself on your bed, legs hanging off the edge.

You’re sitting on your knees between them, licking from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, giving his leaking cockhead a kiss. One hand stroking it while the other plays with balls.

You coo at him softly, laughing at how his legs twitch and shake.

“So sensitive, I’ve always loved how messy you are. Especially for such a pretty man.”

You lick up any leaking precum before taking the tip into your mouth, lightly sucking on it. Juste arches his back, crying out from all the euphoria. How you caress and toy with his balls, to how you suck his cock, he isn’t sure how he could ever last.

“S-so good! Please- please keep milking me!”

You chuckle around his dick, making his hips buck. He’s sobbing; it feels too good! Oh to be used by you, he loves it!

You don’t take your mouth off of him, only taking in more and more of his throbbing shaft. He tosses his head back, pulling at his own silvery hair. He doesn’t need to tell you, you can feel his balls clenching in your hand.

You pull back up, keeping your lips on his tip and sucking harshly. Juste howls, nearly thrashing as his thick cum fills your mouth, more so when he feels your swallow all he has.

Looking down, his eyes meet yours, only for his to widen when you open your mouth with your tongue hanging, showing you swallowed all of it.

You watch his face burn bright red, and for his dick to be twitching again, ready for more.

3 pm

Despite as much as he denied it, Trevor was quite needy for you, always wanting your attention and affection in any way he could get it. Even if he meant pinning you against the outside wall of your house, in your backyard.

“What’s the matter? You said you could take it.” He growls into your ear.

He’s holding you up, your legs resting in the crooks of his elbows. He has you folded, your chests pressed together, while you’re trying to keep quiet.

His thick cock slamming into you, and heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your eyes roll back, your drool seeping between the fingers trying to keep you quiet. He’s so deep! Fucking his way to your womb! Trevor glares at you, not liking how you’re not screaming for him.

He drops one of your legs, letting it dangle so he can grab your hand and yank it from you.

“I wanna hear those pretty sounds, want ya to sing for me, Angel.” He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks so your mouth opens.

Your eyes are focusing to watch him slowly open his own mouth, letting his tongue fall out to let a thick glob of spit drop into your awaiting maw.

You whine, making him swear under his breath at how your walls tighten around him.

“What a filthy cutie you are, perfect for me to ruin.”

Picking your leg back up, he resumes pounding into your cunt. Smirking as your sob echoes, uncaring if the neighbors see him fucking you like a slut.

“Trevor! Haaa- t’much!!” You shriek, feeling his hand rubbing rough circles on your clit.

“Gonna cum me for? Gonna milk my cock like a cum hungry whore?”

He tosses his head back, moaning at your cum coating his cock, but he isn’t done, far from it!

4 pm

Leon was more than happy to help you bathe, especially after how rough Trevor was with you, and how filthy he got you. He prepared a nice warm bath for you, even sliding behind you to help. You lean back against his chest, while the blonde hums softly as he scrubs you down gently.

He kisses your temple, while massaging the soap into your skin, making sure not to leave a single patch untouched. His hands shake for a moment, before going over your chest, washing your tits. He bites his lip, trying to stay calm, but you’re just so soft! Fitting perfectly in his hands, perfectly against his chest, he just wants you.

You squirm, feeling his thumbs rub over your nipples, keening when he pinches them, pulling on them lightly.

“Leee.” You whine, making his breathing shudder.

You sound so beautiful.

“Just making sure you’re clean, beloved.”

One hand slides down, under the water, and to your pussy. Your breathing hics, as he rubs your clit, going over it in slow, gentle circles. You grip his thighs, trying to ground yourself as you tremble. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out at how sensitive you are.

“Shhh you’re doing so well for me.”

His own breathing shakes, looking down and faintly seeing through the soapy water, your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. ‘Two can play at that game.’ He thinks, gliding his fingers down, gently fingering your cunt and lightly grinding his palm against your pulsing nub.

“Leon…oh god! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m- I can’t-“

“There you go, easy now, cum for me.”

He nearly chokes while you squeeze his cock, and cum with a loud whine. His blue eyes flutter back, keening at the gorgeous sounds you make.

He’s so close-

5 pm

You finished your bath just in time for dinner, and just in time for Dracula’s turn. He always likes having you on his lap, where he can keep you close for him to love you. And that’s just where you sit, at the head of the table, on his lap.

You can hear everyone talking, hear the forks hitting the plates, but you can process what they are saying, or what’s going on. Your womb has been breached with Dracula’s cock, your stomach slightly bulging from the large size of him.

“Come now, Dear, you need to eat.” The older vampire purrs, holding the fork up to your lips.

He’s happy to feed you, even if he is getting occasional glares from the others, he doesn’t care. He can feel every twitch and every clench from your body, he can feel your juices dripping down to his heavy balls.

You shakily take a bite, trying not to shriek when he pushes down on the bulge in your stomach. He purrs when you clench.

“Very good, you deserve a reward for being so good.”

The others at the table look over when you squeal, only to see you leaning half over the table, trying to hold yourself up. Tears fall down your face as your body bounces at the heavy thrusts Dracula is giving you.

His balls smacked your clit with every wet slap of his hips against yours. You scream, gushing around his cock.

Dracula chuckles, letting you lean back against him.

“So soon, dear? We haven’t even finished dinner.”

“P-please, m’so sensitiiive! Fuck!” Your eyes cross, as he pistons his hips, making sure everyone can see what a mess you are for him.

And these runts made a nice dessert too, he will use it to keep you here longer.

8 pm

It’s almost bedtime, yet you can’t sleep, even after being fucked as you have all day today, sleep just won’t come easy to you. When some of your lovers find out, they are more than eager to help you rest.

This is how you ended up with Alucard below you, his face buried into your chest and nipping at your tender buds. Fucking into you, while Juste stands behind you, rutting into your same stuffed hole as Alucard.

And Richter is in front of you, crying out as you let him fuck your face.

Your eyes roll back, and your wails are muffled by Richer’s thick cock. You aren’t sure how Juste and Alucard managed to share a hole, but it has you sobbing.

Neither of them is in sync, making sure you always stay full, none wanting to leave you empty or leave your addicting holes.

“God, what a perfect cunt!” Alucard growls, burying his face back into your chest, covering you in his bite marks.

Juste whines, his drool dripping onto your lower back.

“So good! Sogoodsogoodsogood!!” He’s losing his mind, you’ve ruined him.

Richter covers half his face with his free hand, trying to keep some modesty, but your throat feels divine! Sucking him so greedily!

Your mind has gone blank, only thinking of the intoxicating cum they are going to fill you with, you want to be their cum dump! Their perfect hole to use!

You’re going to be sleeping easy tonight, though your coworkers will be concerned as to why you can hardly walk, or stand straight.

[cuteskunkz]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.Good Morning Princess ₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

~Part 2~

(Dom!Mike Schmidt x Sub!Reader)

~Summary: Mike comes home after a long day and needs to blow off some steam. Continuation of part one!!!

~Tags: Pet names, degradation, praise, breeding kink, daddy kink, brat taming, gawk gawk 3000, penetrative sex, afab!reader

Note: This is pretty much porn LMFAO!! Read part one for the full story.... or not if you're horny no judgement ;) Just a reminded that I am brand spankin new to writing fanfic so apologies if it's mid. Pls lemme know if you're interested in more, my amas are always open to ideas <333

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Mike grabs your face with one hand. This causes you to pout at him and furrow your brows. "Don't make me cuff you again" Mike says playfully. You take it as a challenge, deciding to be the biggest brat possible. You knew how much Mike loved taming you, it was like a newfound hobby for him. At one point your attitude was so much he had to throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the bedroom to teach you better manners.

"Or what? I can handle some stupid pair of cuffs" you say while staring at Mikes baby pink lips. He pins you to the bed. His strength is impressive, you couldn't fight him off even if you tried. The guy definitely takes his push ups seriously. You start wiggling underneath him knowing this will piss him off more. His hands only grip tighter around your wrists, further restraining you. "You're so fuckin needy- do you know that?" he growls. You face away from him suddenly feeling bashful.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." You lock eyes with Mike, your mouth slightly agape. You take notice of his light brown freckles and it's like your heart skips a beat. "Good girl. Now get on your knees" he directs. He loosens his grip on you and stands next to the bed waiting for you to follow his order. "Nah I think I'll stay riiiiight here. You know Mike- your bed is soooo comfy I couldn't possibly eveeerrrr get u-" he grabs your throat and pulls upward forcing you to stand and make your way off the bed. Your tiny fingers attempt to pry him off but it's no use. "Im gonna fuck your mouth until your dumb little brain is empty. How does that sound hm?"

That's all it took for you to turn back into his subservient toy. "Anything for you sir". You lower yourself down onto your knees and stick your tongue out. Mike had you basically trained to take position for times like these. He taps his cock on your tongue a few times allowing you to mentally prepare for his length before roughly thrusting into your throat at a decent pace. "It's like you were made for me. God you're so pretty sucking on me like that. Thank daddy for stuffing his cock in your mouth." He pulls back slightly leaving his member resting just barely on your lips. "Thank you daddy" you reply. "Thank you for what? Use your big girl words"

"Thank you for f-fucking my throat." He smiles, "There we go. Good girl". He thrusts back into your mouth and pumps even faster than before. Guess your words really motivated him or something. Mike takes your hair into both his hands and forces you deeper. The sounds of you sputtering and gagging on him push him closer to his climax. You stare up at him with tears rolling down your blushing cheeks. You'd pay any price to stay in this state of pure bliss. "You look so beautiful when you're cockdrunk, princess. I know it's a lot but you're doing so well... j-just a little longer I promise"

Mike pulls out of your mouth leaving spit strings attaching you to him. He grips your sides and picks you up, laying you down on the edge of his bed. You instinctively rest your legs on his chest anytime you're put into the missionary position as it allows him to hit your more sensitive areas easier. He began lining up his length to your throbbing cunt, causing butterflies in your stomach. "You still with me?". You couldn't focus anymore but to nod in confirmation. A low groan left his lips as he slid into you. Slowly but surely you stretched to fit all of him.

"You're all mine princess- ALL fucking mine." Mike pounds deeply into you, using your hips as a handle to move you onto him like his personal fuck toy. The sounds of your pussy around him as well as your high pitched moans were so intoxicating to Mike. You were his favorite pastime activity. "I'm gonna pump so much cum into your sweet little pussy baby. Gonna fill you" he says while wrapping one hand around your throat. Just the thought of him finishing in you made you feel like a feral animal in heat.

Your climax sneaks up on you. You uncontrollably tremble on Mike while babbling what sounds like his name over and over again. Maybe if you were coherent it would be more obvious. "That's it, keep it up little fuck bunny. I love it when your tight pussy drools for me". You felt so overstimulated, bucking and rolling around but his hands pin you once more until he can finish. You felt so small and weak under his control.

He bottoms out in you. You can feel his rhythm getting sloppier, signifying his closeness. "Oh fuck b...baby I'm gon....gonna-" he whimpers. His head falls back while his fingernails dig into your hips. You're filled to the brim with his cum, some of it leaking out around him. For a second it's silent (beside the sound of both of you catching your breath that is). He slowly pulls out, careful not to spill any of his seed out of you. Mike slips his middle finger into you to push it deeper leaving you feeling deliciously full. 

You lay there with your eyes closed unable to wipe the grin off your face. "If this is what happens when I mouth off to him I definitely gotta do it more often" you think to yourself. You distractedly replay the series of events that just happened in your head. You hate to say it but you definitely tuned Mike out for a bit to recall everything correctly. "Hello? You there? Did I kill you? Oh no!! My poor baby!!" he teases, pretending to cry. "What will I ever do!!" He throws himself on top of you like a damsel in distress, pretty much crushing you. "Mikey I swear to god I will punch you" you chuckle. "You do that and I'll tell Abby you threw away her favorite crayons." You pull the blanket right below your eyes pretending to be scared, "Hey man I was just playing around- you'll actually get me killed like that."

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This is the final part of Good Morning Princess <3 I hope you guys enjoyed as much as I have!! It was so much fun writing this and I can't wait to keep creating. That being said if y'all have ideas please send them in, i'm pretty busy but Im on here daily. Thanks for reading!!!

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Ooooh wait the last breeding kink ask (where Dream fucks twins into Hob)- something you said at the end caught my attention. You mentioned after the birth Hob being in “creampie withdrawal” and, well….

Dream isn’t human. Dream is a supernatural entity. We can do whatever the fuck we want.

Like make Dream’s cum literally addictive.

Up to you whether Dream warns Hob before hand or not, but just imagine. After the first time Dream cums inside him, Hob feels soooo good. It’s almost a high, but…. cozier. Like he’s perfectly warm and relaxed. Afterwards, after a day or too for the cum to clear out, he starts feeling a little antsy. Irritable. He feels tense and can’t sleep as well as he had the previous nights.

Then Dream fucks him full of cum again.

The cycle repeats, but worse this time, it takes less time for him to feel tense and itchy and his pussy is throbbing no matter how much he mastrubates. The only thing that makes it better is Dream’s cum.

Pretty soon he’s completely hooked on Dream’s cum filling him up. He needs multiple loads plugged up inside him in order to get through his day, and sometimes even that isn’t enough and he ends up begging Dream to let him swallow as much as he can, to fill his stomach too.

It might not be exactly convenient (for Hob, that is), but Dream would never deny his darling anything. He wouldn’t want Hob to be uncomfortable with withdrawal, so obviously he has no choice but to keep fucking his mouth and pussy full of cum. It just makes him feel so good, and he begs so prettily.

If Dream maybe sometimes sees what he can get away with- what he can get Hob to do to earn his next fix, well. He always makes sure it’s worth it.

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Akajsjsjsn making feral noises

oooh I just love the idea of Dream using the fact that Hob now has this biological need for his cum. Of course Dream will always give him what he needs, but it's fun to draw it out and watch Hob squirm and beg. Like Dream will fuck just the tip of his cock into his darling's aching, throbbing pussy, and Hob gets a little relief from the fullness and the precum sliding over his labia, but it's still not enough! Dream will stay perfectly still and watch as Hob tries to thrust his hips up or wiggle himself more fully onto his cock. His sweaty, overheated body looks so utterly gorgeous with the red flush of desperation. And it's so cute when his eyes fill with tears! His voice goes all high pitched and needy as he pleads to be filled up. He even contacts Dream in the middle of a work day sometimes, because the cum he had plugged into him in the morning just wasn't enough.

And it really is such a good incentive to get him to do his chores. Desire for cum definitely outweighs adhd executive dysfunction, heh. Seeing the absolute relief on Hob’s face when he gets what he wants is ALWAYS a delight.

[dirtyrhymes-sinfulminds]

My boyfriend isn’t spending the night with me and he likes me to be edged and wet when I wake up in the mornings. Usually he does it himself; he’ll fuck my pussy and won’t let me cum. I’m writing this to help me edge because writing about it gets me soooo wet. Last week, I secretly fucked my pussy in the shower and came, so my boyfriend locked me in my chastity belt and fucked my ass until I was crying and begging for him to touch my pussy. He still didn’t. And I’m no longer allowed to keep the bathroom door closed. Tonight I need to edge myself and send him videos of my pussy. Later we’re going to FaceTime so he can see my pussy, but I’m not allowed to touch it when we’re FaceTiming. Ugh even writing this is getting me so wet. He said he’s going to whip my pussy when he’s back tomorrow morning and I can’t wait. It’s going to feel so good. My pussy is throbbing just thinking about how much it’ll hurt and if I can cum just from the whips. I hope he’ll clamp my nipples and plug my ass too. I’m going to be so wet and ready for his cock in my pussy. I love sleeping in the mess my pussy has made so I can be used as soon as I wake up in the morning, or even if I’m asleep. I love waking up to my boyfriend using my pussy and ass however he needs to. I love servicing him. Maybe I’ll just use my vibrator and pull it away whenever I think I’ll cum. I want to put it inside myself but nothing but my boyfriend’s cock and fingers are allowed in my pussy after the shower incident. My pussy belongs to him. He leaves his cum leaking out of me, and I’m not allowed to clean it away.

Update: My boyfriend got home this morning and we took a nap because neither of us get much sleep when we’re apart. We fucked for ages, to the point where I had to beg him to stop because my pussy couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was still hard though so he put it in me again once I was asleep. He didn’t fuck me though, just kept his cock in me while we slept. He came inside me while we were napping so it was all dripping out of me when we woke up. He fucked my face then because my pussy felt so raw and sore. We spent all day in bed together which was amazing. We watched some of our show and I was sat between his legs. He pushed me down and fucked my ass until I cried, then he fucked my pussy. By the time he was done I was so exhausted I couldn’t even ask him to stop anymore. My pussy was so creamy because I love when he’s rough and forces me into it. This evening, he whipped my pussy so bad. I cried so much and the exhaustion from the day meant that I couldn’t even move my body. He loves it when I’ve completely lost the ability to think and he gets to do whatever he pleases to me. He likes when I go into brainless bimbo mode and all I can think about is his cock filling me up with hot, thick strings of cum.

[pookieace]

pairing : fem!reader x mikey, my beloved <3

contains : sexting, face timing, needy mikey, this is soft not gonna lie, fuck ton of word vomit but i'm in my mikey fucker hours soooo :D

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

no but :( sexting with mikey :( he's throbbing. it's late at night and he just wants you. would reach for his phone and send you a pic of his bulge paired with a bunch of sad faces like 'miss you :(((((' SDMDJFJ would get SO happy when you text back. send him back a pic of your tits and he'd whine out loud. he loves boobies.

immediately pulls down his sweats and gets all flushed when he sees how his slit is leaking with precum aahhh and he'd get even harder when he remembers how pretty you always look when you lick his cock :( he's shaky when he types back a response, something along the lines of 'wanna have you on your knees. always look so pretty when my cocks in your mouth'

starts drooling when you tell him you want his cock and how much you miss it. he'd definitely send lil audios, little cries of your name and can hear how wet his cock is. it's only making you fuck yourself with your fingers even harder, a futile attempt to try replicate the girth of his cock.

he'd probably give up pretty quick though tbh fjjkgd the slow typing with one hand really annoying him. presses the facetime option while he slowly strokes his cock and hopes you pick up. and you do. shaky hands trying to keep the camera still as you mumble out a lil 'hi 'jiro'. god the way you say his name, all breathless and needy, makes him insane.

wants to see how you're fucking yourself aahfjdfhs and when you shyly tilt the camera down with your free hand and show him two fingers in your cunt, he swears. a deep groan coming from his chest.

sort of sad it's only two fingers in your cunt though, he had a fat cock, so thick and heavy, fills your hole sooo nicely when he fucks you, so he'd say 'add another, please baby? one more, okay? two isn't enough– gotta stretch your cunt for me, for my cock.' of course you listen, cause he's right. two isn't enough.

mikey's fisting his cock literally at the speed of light, his cock changes colour a little from how fucking tight his grip is but he's trying to replicate the tightness of your pussy :( tries holding off his orgasm though, wants to see you cum before him aahhh his cock would throb visibly as he hears you brokenly sob his name and cum :( he'd follow right after too <3 and he would have the prettiest fucking moans as he cums <3

would be vvv soft after, sleepy and hazy and sososoosoo smiley/ 'thank you baby, love you' while he wipes the mess away with a tissue, opting to clean in the morning. he just wants to see your pretty flushed face, getting comfy in his blankets and smiles as you two mumble out sentences before drifting to sleep on call <333

[arvinsescape]

Hi babe I got a really long BUT amazing request so here goes: how about, you’re in a relationship with Peter for like six months and you’ve been sexually active for two and one day you ask Peter, "what are your kinks, what would u like to try?I really want u to enjoy sex with me pls tell me". And he’s all like flustered and shy but then when he finally tells you, he says "Um I’ve seen some stuff on pornhub and I’d really like to dominate u ??" And ur like sooo shocked bc hes never like that but then when u agree he goes full dom mode and it really turns u on( and ur surprised ur into that stuff) n shit and pls add as muuuuuuchhhh dirty talk as u can!!! I’m so sorry that was soooo specific, if u don’t wanna write it it’s fine don’t worryyy 💜💜

A/N: Hi lovely!! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you enjoy 💕 Peter and reader are both over the age of 18.

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Peter, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it up, minors do not engage,), language.

You'd been with Peter for six months, you'd both been sexually active for the last two and wow, you were both very sexually active. Peter had swung round to your apartment on his lunch break the other day, just to, well, have you for lunch.

It was the weekend and Peter had come round, you'd had sex once that day, he'd followed you into the shower. You enjoyed sex with Peter, of course you did, he was the first man you'd been with that cared about you getting off and paid attention to what you actually liked. Something was bothering you, though.

You wondered if he was thoroughly enjoying it, most of the sex you had was about you and although you loved that, you truly did, you wanted to make sure he was also enjoying himself.

"Pete?" You asked, you were both in your bed, you were intending to sleep but your thoughts were keeping you awake. He hummed as he rolled onto his back.

"What are your kinks? Like what would you like to try?" You asked and Peter sat up on his elbows, looking down at you.

"What?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"I just really want you to enjoy sex with me." You said and he leant over to kiss your forehead.

"I do."

"There must be something you want to try that we haven't." You spoke and Peter moved away from you, sitting up as he ran a hand down his face.

"It doesn't matter." He said, you moved to switch the lamp on, the light illuminating his face, tips of his ears had gone red.

"Pete, you can tell me." You said as you reached out for him, placing a hand on his arm.

"I don't know, what if you're not into it?"

"We won't know if we don't try." You reasoned.

"Okay," he sighed, clearly flustered. "So, I've seen some stuff on pornhub." He started and you furrowed your brows, waiting for him to carry on. "I'd really like to dominate you." He said.

You were shocked, Peter? Your sweet Peter, careful, gentle Peter, wanted to dominate you. You'd never done anything like it before, it'd be new territory for you to, you weren't not into the idea, you just didn't know what to expect. Peter had taken your silence negatively.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a thought. We never have to do anything you don't want to." He said as he stroked his finger down your face.

"No, I think we should." You said confidently. "I've never done it before, could be fun, we might both really enjoy it."

"Seriously?" Peter asked and you nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him, excitement creeping into your system. "I love you." He spoke as he kissed your forehead, the two of you drifting into sleep.

**

You woke up, feeling for Peter on his side of the bed, but he wasn't there. You furrowed your brows, looking around the room, not finding him. You flopped back down onto the bed, thinking about last nights conversation. You were excited, very excited, you felt yourself grow needy between your legs, needy for your boyfriend.

It wasn't long before he made an appearance, glass of water in hand as he placed it on the nightstand, looking down at you.

"Morning." He said, his morning voice not helping your situation between your legs.

"Hey." You smiled back at him. Peter watched you for a while, he looked like he was waiting for something, you weren't sure what until you stretched out. You gasped as you felt your hands make contact with the headboard, almost forcefully.

You looked up and bit your lip, he'd webbed you to the headboard. You couldn't believe your bodies response to the action, growing wetter as you grew more excited about what he was going to do next.

"You look so good like that." Peter said, voice laced with lust and you sighed out in pleasure as he nipped at your collarbones. "So hot." He said and you weren't sure if he was talking about how you looked or your body temperature that had risen. His hand trailing down your body, hand splayed out on your stomach.

"Pete." You practically begged, surprising yourself. You weren't sure you'd be into this but fuck, you were wrong. You were so into this, this side of Peter was doing this to you that you'd never experienced before.

"Shh, baby, I'm gonna take care of you." Fuck, you were his, completely willing to do whatever he wanted. He trailed a finger through your folds, groaning at how wet you were, it was for definite the wettest you'd ever been. "So fucking wet for me." He said.

You wished he'd been more vocal in your previous encounters, it was making you almost primal for him, if you weren't tied down you'd be pulling him all over you. You didn't want him to stop, wanted to see what else he was going to do.

"If you want me to stop just say so." He said huskily into your ear, you'd realised over the last two months that consent is very important to him. "Gonna make you come for me pretty girl."

He teased your entrance, circling his fingers around you, never entering, just teasing. You whimpered at the contact, you enjoyed the teasing, enjoyed how hot it made you feel, how much more excited you grew.

"That's it baby, let me hear those beautiful little sounds you make." He whispered into your ear, nibbling on the lobe. You were growing hotter and wetter by the second, your body responding to him in ways you'd never imagined.

It wasn't long before he slid a finger into you and you sighed in pleasure at the contact. Hips lifting from the bed as you tried to send his finger in deeper. Peter using his free hand to pin your hips back down.

"You'll take what I give you princess." He said, lips sucking your collarbone. "I'll decide how deep you're gonna have my fingers inside you." He said, command to his tone, completely the opposite to his usual tone, you liked it. He added a second finger, curling them up to brush your g spot.

You moaned as he continued to brush against it, enough to stimulate you but not enough to have your orgasm build. Your moaning continued as he continued to place kisses along your collarbone, you were sweating now, the heat having risen so much.

He moved his thumb and placed it onto your throbbing clit, you threw your head back, back arching off the mattress, a moan of his name leaving your lips. He looked at you in awe for a second, drinking in the way you reacted to his touch.

"That's it baby, take what I'm giving you. Come for me like the good girl I know you are." He said and your legs began to shake, orgasm building, as he brushed your g spot and circled your clit, firm, building your orgasm slowly.

You pulled against the webbing, wanting to run your hands through his hair. "Peter." You moaned out, walls clenching around his fingers. "That's it baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good, so needy for my fingers aren't you?" It was a question that didn't need an answer, you loved his fingers lodged deep into you.

Your moans and breathing had become irregular, you were so close, right on the edge. "Come. Let everyone hear those beautiful sounds, tell everyone who making you feel this good." He said, sucking on your sweet spot, the skin just below your ear.

That was it, you came with a scream of his name and legs shaking. He fucked you through your high, your senses became almost muffled as your orgasm ripped through you, one of the best you'd ever experienced. You expected him to remove his fingers, but he didn't, he continued to rub your now sensitive clit as you continued to pant and moan for him.

"Want another one sweetheart. Can you give me another?" He asked, almost demanding tone. You'd never felt pleasure like it, his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves as he appeared to hone in on your pleasure. "Words." He said, lips now taking a nipple into his mouth.

"I, Pete, I don't. Feels so good." You moaned, words jumbled as the pleasure consumed you, every part of you felt like it was on fire. New orgasm building as he continued to rub your clit, fingers brushing more firmly against your g spot.

"Look at you. Can't even string a sentence together, wonder what you'll be like when I fill you up with my cock. Is that what you want? To come on my cock." He said, he was watching you in awe again. Body shaking, head thrown back into the pillow, his eyes darkened as he watched you.

"Gonna fuck you so hard baby. Fuck you into this bed until you can't think straight." He said and you fell over the edge again, your body writhing in pleasure as you pulled against the webbing, head thrown deeper into the pillow, vision turning white.

The pleasure was so intense this time around, so much better than anything you'd ever experienced. He fucked you through your second high, your clit now incredibly sensitive as you tried to move your hips away from his touch.

"Pete, it's too, it's too much." You moaned and he hummed as he carefully removed his fingers, now completely covered in both of your orgasms. He locked eyes with you, placing his fingers into his mouth.

"Taste so good, so fucking sweet. Can't get enough of you." He said once he'd licked his fingers clean. You needed a minute before he fucked you, he knew that, giving you a minute to calm down as he placed attentive kisses along your shoulders, hands rubbing your still shaking thighs.

"Did so well for me baby, so fucking good for me. I'm so proud of you." Fuck, you were in love with this man. Never had anyone ever pleased you the way he did and just had.

"Want you to fuck me Pete." You said, ready for the railing you were about to receive, walls clenching and unclenching around nothing.

"Since you've been so good for me, I think I can give you what you want. You want my cock, don't you?" He said as you nodded your head and he tutted. "What have I said about words?"

"Fuck me, Peter please. Just want your cock." You begged, hips raising off the bed in an effort to get him closer. He was now wedged between your legs, body on top of yours.

"As you wish my princess." He said, moving a piece of sweaty hair from your face. He placed himself inside you, both of you moaning at the contact. "Fuck, you're so goddam tight." He hissed as he fisted the bedsheets next to your head.

Your last two orgasms had caused you to be tighter than usual, you could feel every inch of him, every vein. You both moaned, fuck he felt amazing. He drew back before slamming into you, body moving further up the bed as he did.

"Fuck." You moaned, eyes rolling back into your head. His fists were still fisting the sheets as he fucked you into the mattress, every thrust jolting your body and fuck, this felt amazing.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well." He praised as he continued to fuck into you, it was raw, hot, a third orgasm building. "Gonna come around my cock like the filthy little cumslut I know you can be." He said and shit, that drove you insane.

You were close, this was the first time in your life, you felt an orgasm build with no clit stimulation and Peter seemed to be the only man who could do that for you. It wasn't long before you went over the edge for a third time, this orgasm sending you into an almost frenzy.

You were hot, the third orgasm causing you to squeeze around him in a way that sent him over the edge, with a 'fuck' and moan of your name. You lost every sense for a moment as your body filled with nothing but pleasure.

Peter watched as your body fell into absolute bliss, something he'd never seen before, he was almost awestruck watching the way you climaxed, you looked so beautiful to him. He ripped the webbing from around you, allowing your hands to fall.

He took them in his own, interlacing your fingers, anchoring you as he pinned them next to your head, fucking you through the most intense orgasm he'd ever been apart of. He watched as your body stilled, eye shut and he panicked.

"Baby, hey, you okay?" He asked as he coaxed your eyes open. When he was met with your completely fucked out expression he relaxed. You were okay.

He rolled off you, clean up could wait, pulling you into his side. "You okay?" He asked carefully and you hummed.

"We need to do that more often." You said and Peter smiled, kissing your forehead.

"We certainly will but how about a bath right now?" He asked and watched as you lazily nodded before trying to make your own way there. You almost collapsed, Peter catching you.

"I don't think my legs work right now." You giggled and Peter smirked, full of pride.

"Let me take care of you Princess, did such a good job for me." He said as he picked you up bridal style and made his way towards the bathroom, to clean you up and look after you in whatever way you needed.

[lubdubsworld]

Change of Heart ( Taehyung ) ( Complete.

Chapter 1   Chapter 2    Chapter 3     Chapter 4     Chapter 5   Chapter 6  Chapter 7   Chapter 8    Chapter 9

Summary : Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all….. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first.

: Pairing : Taehyung x OC / Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content

Chapter 10

“Baby....you up?” Taehyung sleep heavy voice against my ear made me stir, blinking groggily as I tried to make sense of where I was. The window was still dark and I groaned. 

“What time is it?” I whispered and I felt the press of his lips against my shoulder, gentle and wet. 

“It’s a little past five in the morning.”

I whined in disbelief.

“Why would you wake me up so early?” 

I could barely see him in the darkness and I felt my breath catch when he moved to straddle my hips, hovering over me before grabbing the back of my thighs, spreading my legs apart and leaning down till the head of his cock pressed right up against my entrance. I felt myself clenching in anticipation and my body thrummed with the need to be filled, although I was still so sore from last night. 

“I’m sorry.... I need to head out but i wanted to...” Taehyung whispered, and I moaned when he kissed me  lightly, groaning when he slid right in, cleaving a way inside me, my walls pulsing around the hard length of. I flinched, the dull ache of it making me whimper a little and it took some effort to ground myself, to relax and not seize up against the intrusion. I could feel my heartrate speeding up, the last vestiges of sleep fading into the air. 

Taehyung, pressed gentle fingers to my waist, stroking my skin before running them up my torso, soft little touches to my ribs and up to my breasts, cupping the warm weight of them before rubbing his thumb over the tip till my nipples hardened. 

“So pretty...like this...” He whispered, pulling out and pushing back in and the movement jarred my insides , drawing a pout onto my lips. 

“you’re too big..” I complained and he responded by moving his hands to my knees, gripping the back of them and drawing them up and apart till I choked, spreading me so wide that my thighs screamed in protest, and he laughed at the look on my face .

“We should join a yoga class or something. Your flexibility is atrocious.” He commented mildly and I gasped, affronted. 

“What on earth-” He cut me off with a kiss, before grabbing my ankle and throwing my leg over his shoulder and pressing in closer, his cock sliding in even deeper. I choked out, laughing in sheer disbelief because I wasn’t made to bend like that. Nobody was. I was sure of it. 

“You’ll get used to it...” Taehyung laughed, “ Get used to me... Get used to my kisses and of course get used to my fat cock in you every damn night. ” he growled and the filthy words made me clench down on him, so hard that i almost cramped up. 

He kissed me slowly and I wrapped one arm around his neck, trying to breathe through the stretch of him fucking into me, each push and pull abrasive but amazing. . 

I stared at his beautiful face, trying to drink in the features, and I felt myself fall deeper, the look of affection in his gaze somehow so much more arousing than the things he was doing to me. And i realized how badly I wanted this...This and him for the rest of my life. 

And in the wake of it came the reminder that +my father was out there. 

A powerful man. 

A dangerous man who wanted Taehyung gone.

“Are you going to be in danger?” I whispered, pressing my palm against his face and he chuckled. He lightly grabbed my wrist and pressed a kiss to my palm before bringing my hand down to his shoulder and kissing me gently. 

“I always am.” He reminded me , lips brushing mine . It was far from reassuring and I gripped his shoulders harder, trying not to let the anxiety take over. 

“But you’ll be safe, right?” I demanded, willing him to look me in the eye and Taehyung gave me a soft smile.

“Would you miss me terribly if I was gone?” He grinned and I felt my entire body go ice cold at the very prospect of it , my lips parting and my mouth going sandpaper dry.  Taehyung’s smile faded at once, his arms tightening around me. 

“Hey...hey... I was just joking...baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have joked about that. Rae, I’m going to be fine... Look at me. ” He whispered urgently and I curled my fingers into his shoulders, trying to breathe. 

“Hey...Come on, Rae.. Don’t look so scared. ..” He pressed kisses to my cheeks and I swallowed.

“Don’t underestimate my father. Tae....“ I said hoarsely.” He has so much more to lose than you do. He’s desperate and I don’t want you to be blindsided by anything. “ I whispered. 

He nodded.

“i know. i won’t. Now come on, let me make you feel good, yeah?” He kissed me again and I hugged him. He picked up the pace, thrusting into me faster and I closed my eyes, gripping his waist and hanging on as he sent my senses into overdrive. 

My mind was still too worried to experience any sort of overwhelming pleasure but I liked this. 

Liked having him like this, over me, inside me and wrapped all around me,. 

It meant he was safe. At least for this moment, he was here and he was safe. 

I felt the moment his orgasm hit him, warm wetness spilling into me and I closed my eyes at the sensation, blushing for some reason.

This time i felt him swelling inside me again and I froze, panic starting before I could stop it and he hugged me closer, lips pressing soothing kisses as he stroked my skin, gently soothing. 

“it’s okay baby... You’re mine... You were made for me. it won’t hurt... I promise.” He whispered, holding me closer, and I swallowed, bracing myself . 

“Oh, God, Taehyung... “ I whispered, burying my face into his shoulder as he pressed in a little deeper and he was right. It didn’t hurt, it felt overwhelming, like it was too much and like I was going to absolutely explode but it didn’t hurt. ....

Taehyung trembled a little, as he tried not to move, his knot lodging itself deep inside me, so deep that the smallest movement sent pin pricks of sensation all over my body. It didn’t even feel weird or animalistic anymore I thought , awed. it felt normal. Felt like us. Him and I locked together. Felt natural.  Or maybe the early morning grogginess was making me mellow. Maybe once i had my head on straight, I’d be more terrified. 

He groaned into my shoulders, body going lax on top of me and I choked a little because he was heavy, but there was a dull throbbing pleasure in it, the weight of him grounding me. 

I stared up at the ceiling, stroking the back of his head as he shuddered a little inside me. 

Time seemed endless as he stayed inside me and I felt my eyelids growing heavy, even as I heard his breathing even out.

Wasn’t he supposed to leave? 

But I couldn’t bring myself to wake him up. 

For a few more minutes, I stayed still, watching the windows grow lighter and as the first rays of the morning sun began spilling into the room, I felt sleep take over. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I won’t be going in at all. The Narcotic department is going to handle the whole thing. You know Namjoon and Seokjin right? They’re the one who’re going to be there and they’re going to make sure things go smoot. I’m going to be safe ...in the comfort of my luxurious office .... “ Taehyung’s voice  sounded completely steady and firm through the phone and i willed myself to trust him. 

Luna sat in my lap, happily sketching on a drawing pad as we sat cross legged in front of the huge French Windows in Jungkook’s apartment. Jungkook himself was in the kitchen, whipping up some milkshakes for us. 

I sighed deeply.

“ Can we come over today then? It ends today right?” I asked urgently. I buried my nose in Luna’s hair and the sweet scent of green apple and strawberries made me melt. She turned around to flash me a wide grin, eyes dancing with happiness. 

Taehyung didn’t respond for a few seconds. When he did, his voice was low and soothing. 

“I’m not sure Rae. These men, they aren’t the kind of people I can take lightly. There are going to be repercussions and I don’t want anything to happen to you or Luna. You’re safe there. Jungkook’s going to stay with you till I come get you and I’ve hired enough men to keep watch. I just need to hang around long enough to make sure we end this cleanly. “

“Okay. I love-”

“Don’t.” He said softly. 

I blinked.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s the first time I’m hearing you say that. I’d rather hear it in person.” Taehyung said softly. 

I laughed.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you. Now, what is my feral daughter upto?” 

“Luna, Dada wants to talk to you...” I handed the phone over to her and she squealed.

“Hi Daddy....” She said cutely. “ When are you coming home daddy?” 

I couldn’t hear his side of the conversation but the pout on her face told me that she wasn’t pleased.

“But that’s soooo long....”

“I was drawing . RaeRae showed me how to draw a wolf. It looks angry like daddy.”

“No daddy, I’m being a good girl. I ate a bowl of rice and veggies too.” 

“I don’t miss daddy because RaeRae’s here.” 

And then she giggled.

“Of course not daddy...you’re both number one.” 

A sound at the door made me look up and Jungkook held the door in place with his leg, flipping the doorjamb down before carefully carrying the tray of milkshakes in. 

I gently maneuvered Luna off my lap before moving to help him. 

“Smells delicious, Mr. Jeon.” I grinned, taking a sip of the chocolate concoction. “Ooh..that's really good.”

“Its a premade mix I added water to.” Jungkook grinned. I laughed. 

“ Still a great cook !” I turned to watch Luna who was now flat on her back on the rug and going on about how Jungkook had let her borrow his sketching tab. 

“She’s adorable.” He commented with a smile and I hummed.

“When are you heading back to the preserve?” I asked gently and he shrugged.

“Not for a while. Taehyung told me they’re not yet sure how far this whole drug thing has spread. There’s going to be a lot of arrests and protests in the next few weeks. Messing with a wolf’s ability to scent his mate...that’s terrible stuff, Rae. Wolves are gonna be fucking furious. There’s going to be a huge fall out over this and we can only hope it wouldn’t be too violent.” 

I swallowed.

“Do you think I could get my job back, at the preserve?”

Jungkook looked surprised.

“You’re not gonna be with Tae?”

I turned to stare at Luna.

“Of course I’ll be with Tae but.. i love my job. I made a difference there. I’m not going to make a good trophy wife. I want to be able to help people in someway, not just hang around in the backdrop.” I said desperately.

Jungkook looked worried. 

“I’m not sure if Tae will agree to that Rae. You know how he gets about his job. As his wife you’ll have plenty of stuff to do as it is..,....”

“I’m not his wife...” I muttered under my breath, although it was kind of a useless statement.

“ Umm...you know he’s going to ask you to marry him as soon as possible? You’re already wearing his mark. in fact , in our world you’re already married as far as we’re concerned,” Jungkook pointed at my neck and I rubbed the small scar on my shoulder where he’d bitten me. 

“I can still do the things I want to do right? Taehyung isn’t going to lock me up , is he?” I laughed.

Jungkook tilted his head, watching me carefully.

“You don’t know him very well, do you Rae?” He said quietly. 

My heart flipped over in my ribcage at the words and the tone with which he said it. 

“What-What do you mean?:” I asked , nervous. 

Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by Luna’s laugh. 

“RaeRae!!! Daddy wants to talk to you!!” Luna came bounding over with the phone held out and I took it from her.

“Tae?”

“I’m going to head in now. We’re going to be coordinating with Seoul PD and they’ll send the guys in around 2 hours. You’re going to  okay right? I’ll call you when it’s over?” 

“Okay, Tae. Stay safe.” I whispered.

“I’ll be just fine. Don’t worry about me. Love you. Both of you. ”

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Jungkook and i sat on the couch, eyes glued on the TV as the news played out watching the entire country erupt in chaos. 

“Fire broke out today on a popular resort in Jeju Do, owned by  Hotelier Cha Eun Woo..... Interestingly, the resort had been closed for the weekend with minimal staff and only a few VVIP customers . So far there have been reports of nine casualties, all of them guests including billionaire philanthropist Yoon Jae hyun....”

I felt the breath shudder out of me, equal parts relief and disbelief. Taehyung had closed the whole thing down with minimum fanfare and with no one any the wiser. I knew that the eight men were the major distributors in the entirety of Korea, and that with them gone, it would only be a matter of time before the entire racket collapsed. 

“These guys are good.” Jungkook commented mildly and I stared at the screen, fascinated... The whole thing was being written off as an unfortunate tragedy, a gas leak or something.  

A small crowd of people in uniforms stood huddled in a corner and I squinted, grinning when I caught sight of Kim Seokjin’s golden blonde head and Kim Namjoon’s tall figure, dressed like waiters. .

I felt my lips quirk at that. 

The phone rang just then and I exhaled, “ Taehyung...”

“Did I do good?” He whispered. 

I laughed. 

“ I think I know now, why you’re an amazing politician Kim Taehyung ssi. “ I said softly. 

Taehyung chuckled.

“Real life isn’t like the movies baby.... I suppose you were looking forward to some good old fashioned action sequences and a lot of alpha posturing?” He teased. 

I smiled.

“I’m just glad you’re safe. “ I whispered. 

“I’m sending a limo to Jungkook’s place. You should  come over to my condo.  I have a present for you. Will you come? ” He said gently. 

Curiosity piqued, “ Of course. I’ll be there. What is it?”

Taehyung laughed softly, his voice deep. 

“I think you’ll like it.”

I stared at Jungkook, who could probably hear the conversation.

He had a very odd expression on his face. Part resignation and Part worry. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.. I’m just thinking that I’m lucky...”

“Lucky?”

“That I didn’t think about pursuing you. “ 

I laughed. 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying. i wouldn’t want to be on Kim Taehyung’s hit list.” 

I rolled my eyes. 

“Don’t be dramatic.” 

“I’m not. Be careful Rae. He’s a very dangerous man.” Jungkook said quietly, picking up the smaller glass of strawberry milk and lifting Luna up into his arms. i watched him laugh and carry her to the balcony. 

And i wondered what that was about. 

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“So , what’s the present?” I asked impishly , wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. He hugged me close, reciprocating with fervor and I moaned into his mouth. I could kiss him forever.

“Patience , little one. It’s on the way. First , tell me is your brother alright? I’ve been trying to reach him but i can’t.” He sounded worried and i felt warmth bloom in my chest.

“Yuggie’s fine. He left his phone somewhere ...i spoke to him on the way here. He’s upset of course but for now, he’s not going to come anywhere near the family business. My father handed things over to his nephew a few years ago is what I heard. Yuggie’s heading back to the States after the funeral.”

“What’s his name? This nephew...do you know? ” Taehyung asked thoughtfully.

“Kim Ji Hoo. He owns a bunch of casinos across the country. When I was in college i once heard him talk about getting girls from somewhere to my dad. I don’t remember where .... ” I said apologetically. 

“That’s fine angel. Thank you for telling me... I’ll keep an eye on him.” Taehyung said with a smile. 

“So this is it? The drug racket is down??” I asked nervously and he sighed.

“Hardly. We don’t know a lot of things but the Narcs caught a lot of evidence today from these idiots and their laptops and phones. Seokjin and Namjoon are going to head the investigation. We’ll probably not reveal anything to the public until we know the true extent of the operations.”

“Which would be once you get to the local dealers.”

“Yes.... but that is out of my jurisdiction so I’m going to respectfully step away and let them do their job.” He smiled. 

“And the whole sex trade thing in Eun Woo’s hotel..What about that?”

“We rescued the girls earlier. There were seventeen of them, three of them underage.” His voice shook a little. 

“He’s a monster. I’m glad he’s dead.” I whispered. 

A knock on the door made us pull away from each other. 

“Speaking off, your present’s here...” He smiled. 

Grinning , i turned to the door.

And then the smile froze on my face when I saw who it was. 

Seokjin stood framed in the door way, dragging another man in front of him. I couldn’t see who it was because of the black bag over his head. 

“Special delivery for Alpha Kim.” He grinned, shoving the man forward till he crashed to his knees in front of me. Seokjin pulled the bag off . 

“Taehyung.” I froze in disbelief, staring at the familiar man in front of me , on his knees , bloodied and battered, wrists caught in handcuffs and face swollen and gagged..

Cha Eun Woo was almost unrecognizable. 

Taehyung stepped right up behind me wrapping both hands around me in a warm back hug, chin resting on my shoulder as he peered down at the beta wolf. 

“Do you like your present?” He whispered, kissing my neck gently. 

“Taehyung, what is this?” I said , my fingers shaking a little, my skin icy cold because of how cruel Taehyung looked and sounded, talking down to Cha Eun Woo. 

“I thought you’d enjoy a little action, angel... Life get’s boring sometimes if I don’t indulge my wolf once in a while, don’t you think, baby?” 

 “Tae, no.” i said desperately. “ Let him go. please don’t...”

Taehyung hummed. 

“Are you sure baby? You don’t wanna see how us wolves solve things?” 

I shook my head frantically. 

“No.. No I don’t wanna see you kill another man.” I laughed, voice just a little hysterical because why did this even have to be said. When Taehyung said present I was thinking a bottle of champagne and some roses.... not the prospect of cold blooded murder..... . “ Please.,.just... Don’t.” 

Taehyung pulled away from me and moved forward. I stumbled back and away, watching as he reached Eun Woo, hand reaching out to hold the man by his hair, the veins in his hand pulsing from how tight his grip was. 

Eun Woo whimpered, moaning out slurred syllables that were impossible to understand because of the gag in his mouth. 

“Are you sure angel? “ Taehyung pouted, holding one hand out.. I flinched when his claws popped out , three inches long and sharp as razors. 

My throat went dry as he grabbed Eun Woo by the shoulder, claws digging straight in with so much force that blood spurted out .

I whirled around, looking away , pressing my hands to my eyes, a scream forming at the back of my throat threatening to spill out.

Taehyung groaned in disappointment. 

“Fine. I won’t kill him.” He said boredly. “ Seokjin...” 

I turned back around , staring at him. Taehyung looked as he always did , a soft smile playing around his lips, eyes kind and warm ,  his voice even tempered and gentle. 

But the unconscious man at his feet, the pool of blood spreading out over the carpet , the mangled shoulder..... they didn’t fit into the picture. 

And suddenly, I understood just why everyone was afraid of him. 

Seokjin appeared at the door. He glanced at Eun Woo and wrinkled his nose.

“Did the bitch pass out again? i swear to God, my grandmother has a higher tolerance for pain than this fucker...” He glanced at Taehyung.

“Tie things up yeah?” Taehyung said evenly and Seokjin nodded, dragging the prone body away. 

“You look terrified.” Taehyung smiled, moving to the mahogany sideboard and grabbing a bottle of water. i watched as he casually washed his hands , getting rid of the blood. 

“You... Would you have killed him? If I didn’t ask you to stop?”

Taehyung stopped scrubbing under his nails, giving me a look.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you.. do you do this often? Kill people?” I said shrilly. 

Taehyung laughed. 

“You were plenty happy when I killed your father.” He pointed out. 

I swallowed. 

“That’s...That’s different.. He’s... He deserved it...” 

“And Eun Woo doesn’t? Come on , Rae...what he was doing with those girls was filthy.” 

“Yes.. yes but...” i was so confused, my brain refusing to come to terms with the fact that Taehyung, the man i loved, actually killed people. Personally. 

“Anyway... you told me to stop and i stopped. Didn’t kill him, right?” He smiled. 

I nodded. 

“Thank you for letting him live.” I whispered , turning away . I could feel a head ache come on. .

“Oh, i didn’t let him live.... He’s still going to die.” Taehyung said casually. 

I whirled around , gaze clashing with his as my lips parted in surprise. 

“You.. You said you weren’t going to kill him...” I said hoarsely. 

Taehyung blinked at me, looking confused. He grabbed a pure white towel, wiping his wet hands carefully. 

“Yes, I said  I  wouldn’t kill him. Seokjin will.” He said casually. 

My entire body went cold at that, sweat gathering on my hairline because of how scared I suddenly was. 

“Taehyung ...this isn’t... this scares me.” I whispered, taking a step back. 

He laughed at that, moving closer and reaching for me.

“Come now, angel. You know i have to right? Men like Eun Woo don’t change... He’ll find something more vile and awful to do , probably even try to get back at me by trying to hurt you or Luna... i can’t have that can I?”

“So you just...you kill people who get in your way?” I felt like I had been dipped in a vat full of cold water. Taehyung drew me into his arms, hugging me close.

“Only when I am protecting something i value.” He said softly. “ I can’t afford loose ends, Rae. They get tangled together and trip me up. As my wife, i expect you to trust me. Trust that i won’t do anything without reason.” 

“I’m not your wife.” I said dully, feeling just a little overwhelmed.

“Semantics.” He brushed my words off easily, pulling back to rub his fingers across my cheeks.

“I’m being sworn in officially, tomorrow. I want you by my side on the podium. You and our daughter. I know its going to be new to you... My world. But I think you’ll like it. I’m the king there and I want you to be my queen. ” He kissed me gently. 

I stared at him, this man who i loved because of the side of him I had seen so far. The kind, considerate father, the passionate leader and the tenderly sweet lover. 

But then i remembered the cold cruelty with which he had dug his claws into Eun Woo, who was after all a childhood friend of his. Was this the other side of Kim Taehyung’s perfection? Was he also a ruthless , heartless man who would do anything to protect his interests , destroy anyone who got in his way?  

I pulled back an away . 

“Taehyung are we rushing into this? I... do you think we should slow down? Maybe date a little and-”

He didn’t reply, his face unreadable. 

“And where do you intend to live?” He said quietly. “ You don’t have a job.”

“The preserve....”

“....no longer hires humans. The law came through last week.” 

It was like a knife slashed right through my insides. 

“What?” i whispered, confused. 

Taehyung inhaled sharply. 

“We talked about this? There are a lot of qualified weres who don’t have a job, who cannot find work here in the mainland.”

“And what about me? The preserve is the only place where there’s a laboratory studying werewolf microbiology which is kind of what I’ve majored in. I can’t work anywhere else .” I said softly.

Taehyung sighed.

“Baby, hear me out... As my wife, you’ll be heading charities, working with the most intelligent people in the country , running organizations that directly help improve quality of life for underprivileged weres everywhere. It is so much bigger than anything you could accomplish in that tiny laboratory in the island. “

“So, I just move in with you right away?” I asked quietly, already knowing the answer. 

Taehyung gave me that same, maddeningly rational look. 

“The customs department is going to go through your father’s assets... Everything he owned is going to come under scrutiny and I’m sure his wealth is going to dwindle to nothing once they’re through with him. As it is, I know he wrote you out of his will. If you’re going to insist on working some minimum wage job , living in a dilapidated apartment somewhere just because you think, we’re going too fast...” He smiled, “ I’m going to have to put my foot down.” 

And in a moment of startling clarity I just knew exactly what he’d done. 

“You planned this didn’t you? “ I blinked at him. “ It’s surreal, all these pieces falling into place so perfectly..... You knew I would want to  go back to my job in the preserve . That i would never agree to marry you so quickly. Why else would you rush a law like that? “ 

Taehyung didn’t reply. 

“i know how laws are passed Taehyung. You must’ve put quite the pressure on your bosses, to pass such a mundane law so fast...” 

He stared back at me without an ounce of guilt in his gaze. 

“I won’t apologize for wanting my mate by my side.” He said evenly. 

“Will you apologize for being a cunningly manipulative bastard, then ?” 

“you’re over reacting...” He said calmly. 

“Am I, Taehyung?” I said sharply. “ It’s been a week since I found out i was your mate. A week.... And now suddenly, i have your mark on my neck, no possibility of getting my job back and no other option but to cling to you.... I’d say I’m reacting how any woman would react.... You played me like a fiddle and I’ve been dancing to your tune all along. “ 

Taehyung sighed. 

“You make it sound like I’ve done something terrible. “

“ Haven’t you?? “ i demanded. 

“ No, I haven’t. I love you. I care for you deeply and so does my daughter. She needs you as much as i do and she loves you so much. Your own family is almost non existent right now. your brother is three thousand miles away and I am here offering you my love, my home and the chance to be a part of my family. Tell me what are you losing out on? Tell me what it is I’ve taken away from you?” 

 My choice,  I thought with clarity. You’ve taken away my right to make that choice. 

 He held my face gently, thumbs brushing across my cheeks. 

“I know you’re frightened. But trust me. I’m going to be here by your side. Eun Woo dies today, not because of those girls he destroyed but because of  you. Because he dared touch you , knowing you were mine . Tomorrow the whole country will know it and no one will dare to even breath wrong in your direction. Because they know what your mate is capable of.” 

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I let him hug me, staring over his back at the opposite wall. 

The painting on the wall caught my eye. 

A beautiful, dainty gazelle, cornered against the edge of a huge cliff,  staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. And on her side, a big beautiful wolf , gorgeous and tempting as it seemed to call for her. And it was obvious that in her panic , she was going to run into the arms of the wolf. 

Not knowing that the wolf was just as dangerous, just as deadly as the hunter and the cliff edge. 

I closed my eyes hugging him tight. 

I was so tired. 

“Tell me you’ll marry me. “ Taehyung’s hypnotic voice wove its spell over me, soft and soothing and filled with all the reassurances a naïve young girl would ever need.  

I took a deep breath, trembling in his arms when i exhaled. 

And then I replied. 

The End 

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Author’s note : Tell me how much you hate me. 

Taehyung isn’t a saint wbk. So of course there’s going to be a sequel.

Soon. Hopefully. 

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AM Conversations : chapter 27

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -3.9k. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- thanks for being patient btw! i work a lot these days and will work even more in the next few weeks (until halloween) so i may not update as often as i’d like. :(

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Chapter 27 : Her chapter 

OLIVIA

I was still crying when I parked in front of Niall's house and I stayed a few minutes in my car, my forehead leaning on the wheel as both my hands gripped it tight. I didn't know what I expected but when I felt Niall's hand on my stomach, I was shocked. I knew we had been talking about sex a bit before and of course I was sad, but I didn't link that with the fact that Niall wanted to pleasure me. Just thinking about it again made my heart jump in my chest and as hurt as I was at this exact moment, thinking about the words he whispered in my ear and his hard cock against my thigh was turning me on in a way I couldn't explain.

Finding out the next morning that he still had a girlfriend and that what he did to me meant nothing was extremely rough. I had felt so light as I fell asleep but now everything felt heavy, even breathing. Especially breathing.

My tears kept falling on my cheeks as sobs escaped my lips and I suddenly felt so mad at Niall that I wanted to scream. I started hitting the wheel roughly, letting out a short yell, and although I knew I probably looked pathetic, I couldn't help it.

"I love you okay! I fucking love you Niall Horan!"

Just expressing it out loud made me nauseous as my whole body started throbbing. Did I ever say these words before? I was pretty sure I hadn't. The closest was when Harry asked me if I loved Niall and I said yes but other than that, I never wanted to say it.

I stopped hitting my car and started crying again for I don't know how long but when I got out of my car, the tears had finally stopped. My eyes were red and puffy but at least I was not crying anymore. I unlocked his door and walked inside, not liking how quiet it was without Niall around. I was not used to be here without him but since he was at my place and that I had rushed out, I needed some clothes to get changed and I was not ready to see him again.

I walked to his room and found a pair of jeans and a band shirt that I left there a while ago and quickly dressed up before sitting on his bed. I couldn't help but play the scene of our first and only sexual encounter over and over in my head. How good his fingers had felt, how hot it had been to find out he had masturbated thinking about me, how turned on I was to feel him grind his hard dick against the side of my thigh.

I turned my head to look at his bed, knowing it would be wrong to touch myself right there and then but still considering it. I felt my cheeks burn at the thought and finally shook my head. I was sad, so sad that my heart was even more broken then it had been before, but most of all, I was mad at myself for thinking Niall could be interested in me as more than a close friend. i knew Harry had said otherwise and I had allowed myself to believe it for a few hours but now the fairy tale was over.

I felt so conflicted by all the feelings inside me that I just closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing. My emotions were all over the place and I didn't know why I felt horny all while feeling extremely sad and in pain. I was about to lay down in Niall's bed when my phone beeped.

I sighed and forced myself to look at it, scared that it would be Niall. I didn't feel ready to talk just yet and I knew I wouldn't be able to tell him no if he wanted to see me. To my surprise, it was actually a text message from Julie and it made me frown. It's not that we didn't get along but she was mostly Liam's girlfriend to me, whom was Niall's bandmate and nothing more. We had spent some time on tour together but even if I really liked her company, she spent most of her time with her boyfriend while I spent mine with Niall or Harry.

'Need to talk, can we come over?'

The 'we' implied Liam and I was suddenly curious to find out why they needed to talk to me. Curious enough to answer the message immediately. I couldn't tell them to come to my place since Niall was still there, or I guessed so, and asking them to have a discussion in Niall's house while he wasn't there seemed plain wrong.

'Can I go to your place instead?' I quickly typed and hit send, getting an answer immediately after.

'Of course'

She ended up texting me their address and I told her I was on my way but I remained sitting on Niall's bed, running my hand on his sheets gently. I missed him, I lusted him, I was mad at him... but most of all, I loved him. I loved him so much it hurt like hell. In the past few months, I had allowed myself to really feel the love I had for Niall, to let it invade all of me and even accept it as a part of me. However, the consequences seemed horrible and I did everything I could to keep my tears in this time.

With an other sigh, I finally got up and grabbed a water bottle from his fridge before going back to my car. All I wanted was to go home and get drunk but instead, I drove to the address Julie sent me and parked in front of the house. It was immense, horribly huge, and I ended up thinking i'd probably get lost if i lived in a place like this. My awkward and clumsy ass clearly couldn't remember where she put her stuff. I could barely keep my small apartment in order anyway.

It didn't take long for the door to swing open after I rang the doorbell and Liam sent me a smile, bringing me into an awkward hug before telling me to come in. Julie hugged me too and for some reason, I felt like something I didn't understand was happening.

"Beer? Wine?" Liam asked, pointing a finger at me and making me chuckle.

"Wine, white or red, i'm not picky."

He winked and left as Julie told me to sit. I did what she asked and leaned against the back of the couch, staring at her with small eyes. She looked slightly uncomfortable, as if she wanted to talk to me about something touchy and that she didn't know where to start. I thank Liam when he came back with a glass of white wine and moved on the couch to sit on the edge of it.

"Just let it come out the way it will." I proposed Julie, raising my eyebrows. "We'll work with it."

I stared at her for a few seconds and decided to take a sip just as she decided to answer.

"Did you ever tell Niall that you're in love with him?"

I was so shocked by her question that I choked on my wine, coughing a few time before swallowing hard and looking up at her.

"What?" I asked with a frown. "What makes you think that-"

"Liv, please." she cut me gently, raising one of her hands up to stop me. "It's pretty obvious."

I breathed in and held it in, closing my eyes for a few seconds before sighing and opening them again. My eyes moved from Julie to Liam and then back on Julie. I let my shoulders fall and brought my glass back to my lips, drinking half of it before shrugging.

"No I never told him, I don't see the point." I explained low. "He doesn't feel like that for me. But hey, i'll survive."

Julie glanced at her boyfriend before looking back at me. I still wasn't sure why I was there and I wanted to ask her but I also didn't want to seem rude.

"Look, you need to talk to him again. This sort of separation you two are in? It's bad."

I wanted to answer and tell her that we were back to talking but after what had happened this morning, I was not sure anymore. It felt horrible to explain, too, and discussing what Niall did to me the night before made my heart jump with embarrassment. I also sort of wanted to keep it to myself, like some memory I cherished since it would probably be the first and last time something sexual would happen between Niall and I. That being said, in a while, when it doesn't hurt as much, it would definitely become a memory I'll gladly use late at night.

"I mean it, Liv. It's really bad. Niall's a mess without you, he's miserable and he doesn't want to talk about it. I think you should tell him how you feel. We've been waiting for you two to date for years."

This time, I chuckled and rolled my eyes, drinking what's left of my glass. Liam quickly got up to go back to the kitchen and I sighed,  tilting my head and looking at Julie.

"Niall doesn't love me. Not like that, not romantically. Niall dates people like Maya and Heidi or that girl who had a youtube channel or something like that. Not girls like me."

"Niall loves you, Olivia. He clearly does, even Liam noticed!"

As if on cue, Liam came back with the whole wine bottle and filled my glass again before turning to his girlfriend with a frown.

"What did I notice?"

"Niall." she simply answered in a low tone before Liam turned back to me, his eyebrows raised.

"He's in love with you, no doubt."

"See?" Julie quickly added, making me chuckle again and close my eyes. "Even Liam finds it obvious!"

I wanted to thank them for being so sweet but I felt like I knew Niall better than them and with the way he treated me, I couldn't believe anything they had said.  I was tired to be hurt, there's just so many times I can have my heart broken, and keeping my hopes up would just hurt me more and more every time.

"He's stubborn, and blind, and stupid." she expressed in a serious tone. "And I know it sucks but you can't expect him to tell you he loves you first. He doesn't even know he does or at least, he won't admit it to himself. It has to be you, you need to tell him so he can finally open his eyes."

"He's probably scared of what he could feel, and also to lose you forever. He doesn't want to see how much he loves you and I can assure you that he's never loved an other girl the way he loves you." Liam added, reaching for Julie's hand and squeezing it gently.

I looked at their hands together and did everything I could not to tear up. I hated their speech because it was starting to make me believe that maybe they were right and I didn't want to. It was too dangerous. At the same time, I knew part of what Julie was saying was true. I couldn't keep on living my life with this big secret, with these strong and intense emotions inside me without ever telling him. I had to tell him how I feel, I had to say it even if it meant I would lose him because the more time passed, the more we fought and the more miserable I was. If I never tell him, i will always wonder what would have happened if I had, and it's better to regret doing something than regret not doing it. It had always been my motto for everything else, it had to be for this, too.

"Okay, I think I will."

                                                        -----

I drank half the bottle of wine and decided to text Niall to ask him to pick me up. Julie made me promise to give her news and I just nodded because deep down, I knew it wouldn't be good news. Liam told me he'd have someone drive my car back to my apartment and I thanked him, knowing that arguing about it would be useless.

When I saw Niall's car pull in the driveway, my heart threatened to jump out of my throat but I just walked slowly to the passenger's door, waving at my hosts and getting inside. I looked at my best friend and realized that I couldn't give up on him even if I wanted to, whether it was as friends or as more. I would always feel something for him, something deep. It seemed like all we did recently was fight and make up and I was not used to it but I knew we were changing, just like our relationship together and those who had with others, and it was okay. I was ready to do anything to keep Niall in my life. At all cost. He had told me I was his priority but I wasn't sure he had noticed that he had always been mine.

He drove in silence but I knew he was glancing at me from time to time but it's only when he put his hand on my thigh that I gave him all my attention. I focused on the way his thumb rubbed gently in circles against my pants and I swallowed hard, torn between pushing him away or just enjoying his light touch, which resulted in me simply keeping quiet.

He parked and we got out before I followed him inside. I cleared my throat, not really knowing were to start. I didn't want this to be heavy but at the same time, I wanted him to tell me a few things that could change so many things.

"I came here earlier, to get some of my clothes and get changed." I admitted.

"I know." he just let out, throwing his keys on the coffee table and making me chuckle and frown.

"How do you know? You've got an alarm system that messages you when someone gets in your house?"

He turned to me and shrugged with a small smile.

"Yea, but I'm still not totally sure how it works." he let out with a smile, making me laugh. "I just noticed what you were wearing, that's all."

My smile faltered a bit and I shrugged a shoulder before sitting on his couch.

"We need to talk, right?" I asked, not really knowing what to answer to his last comment.

"We need to talk."

He sat slowly next to me and sighed before turning my way. His eyes met mine and I thought about what Julie and Liam told me. Would I really be able to tell Niall how I feel? Would I be able to let out words I had expressed out loud for the first time in the last hours even if I had been feeling them for years, and now in front of the only man i've ever loved? That seemed like the end of the world. My world.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's a bit of everything and I promise i'm not trying to find excuses but..." he shook his head and sighed again. "You were sad, we talked about sex, you said you missed it... I wanted to make you feel better, I just... I really wanted to touch you. I wanted to watch you.."

He stopped himself and I held my breath. His words made my whole body burn and I knew it should have been a bit embarrassing but it was not at all. I wanted him to talk more, I wanted to know everything he felt and thought.

"What I said when I was touching you... it was true, you know. I would lie if I said I didn't have this... newfound lust for you. I do. You noticed it, didn't you?"

I remembered the way he got hard when we fell on the floor after we danced but it was the only example I could think about.

"No, not really." I admitted, making him frown. "I mean okay, after we dance and you fell on me I felt something but it could have been just a coincidence."

"I told you." he laughed. "I'm not 16 years old anymore."

Thinking that I actually made him horny and hard at least three times in the past weeks was incredible and I swallowed the smile that wanted to draw itself on my lips.

"What I mean is, I wanted it but I didn't think about how it would make you feel. Mentally, I mean. I'm sorry for that. I didn't think."

"You said it meant nothing." I pointed out, feeling my heart stir hard in my chest as my smile fell completely. "That hurt, you know."

He rubbed both his hands on his eyes and shook his head with a groan. It really seemed like he felt guilty and I couldn't help but feel endeared by him. I didn't know how he brought all these feelings to appear inside me but he was the only one who could make me feel so intensely.

"You know that's not what I meant, i'm sorry." he started, finally looking up at me. "I'm with Maya and that was so wrong. I didn't think about her at all or about how you'd feel after finding out I was still with her after I touched you. I thought with my dick and i'm sorry. But... Liv, yea, i'm with Maya but... she's always come second."

I felt myself tear up and held my breath to be sure not to miss a word he'd say.

"She asked me if i'd ever love her the way I love you and I told her I didn't know but it made me think and.. No, I never will. I don't think I can ever be close to someone the way I am with you, or love anyone the way I love you, and It's scary as fuck. Because... I mean, will I ever find someone for me? To have a decent relationship with? I mean, no girl I can date will accept to be second, right?"

I let a tear slide down my cheek as I tried to keep my sobs in. The truth was, I didn't know if I was sad or happy with what he had just admitted.

"Please, don't cry."

I sniffed, unable to talk and knowing that my voice would just crack if I tried. And he moved closer, bringing his hand to my cheek and wiping the tear with his thumb. But right after, he didn't pull away. He remained close to me, his palm burning the skin of my face, and the only thing I wanted to do was to kiss him. His eyes roamed on my face and I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him and tell him how much I love him. I wanted to kiss him and tell him that if i'd always be first, maybe it was because we were meant to be more than friends, that we were meant to be together... that we were some sort of soulmates.

I had no idea if I would have done it or not because the doorbell rang and he moved back, dropping his hand on his lap and sighing loud. He was not happy to be interrupted by whoever was on the other side of the door and I wasn't either but I used this time to swallow my pain and breathe in deeply.

I closed my eyes and he left to answer while I played the scene that had just happened over and over again in my head. He came back and I finally opened my eyes, the images behind my eyelids immediately vanishing, and my heart twisted when I saw Maya, standing next to him. She didn't seem pleased to see me and I couldn't say I was happy to see her either, but even more than that, I felt guilty as hell. I swallowed, remembering that her boyfriend had his hand in my pants not even 24 hours earlier. It's not like I could forget it anyway.

"Oh, I didn't know you were here." she said, sending me an awkward smile before sitting down next to Niall on an other couch.

"Yea, I mean, I wasn't feeling so well, so."

"Oh, I heard about you and Harry, i'm sorry about that." she let out sincerely this time, or maybe I was just a bit naive. "Niall and I were supposed to spend the evening together, I hope it's okay with you."

I was about to apologize, get up and leave when Niall spoke.

"It's no problem, we can all watch a movie together."

I watched as Maya's face changed into different facial expressions as emotions invaded her but in the end, she sighed and didn't argue. I let them decide on a movie since I was not really interested in it anyway but I kept glancing at them, since the couch they were sitting on was closer to the tv. I noticed Maya glancing at me from time to time right before grabbing his hand, kissing him or cuddling him. I understood she was getting territorial and I couldn't blame her but it did hurt anyway and I was pretty sure that was the whole point of her  petty behavior.

I couldn't help but think that if she wasn't there, i'd be the one cuddling Niall and it made me nauseous. After all, Niall said I was his priority, that he'd never love anyone as much as he loved me, and I really wanted to believe him, but it was not easy. I thought about Harry and what I had lost, and it seemed extremely unfair that what broke us up was something that made Maya want to fight even more to preserve her relationship. Harry gave up on me because of the relationship I have with Niall, but Maya was fighting against me to keep my best friend, and I couldn't help but feel completely unworthy of love.

I quickly wiped an other tear that fell down my cheek and when I looked up, I noticed Niall was staring at me. Maya was still all over him, staring at the tv, but he was looking at me with sad eyes. He licked his lips and mouthed an 'I'm sorry'. I wanted to talk to him, to cuddle him, to be closer to him, but it was impossible. I just sent him a sad smile too and shrugged before closing my eyes.

I knew I said i'd tell Niall how I felt for him but I knew it was not the right time. And now, I was not even sure there would ever be a right time.

[dream2bu]

The following is a fantasy...

It’s a wonderfully erotic view into a dialogue between a delicious vixen and her distant love...

Mmmmmm A very good morning.....

Tell me about how hard your cock is as you sit at the computer reading my words? How your cock jumps just by seeing my name on the screen. Hoping for my words, anticipating, but a little apprehensive because you know what I can do to you. The buttons I can press, how I can turn your fantasies into mine and serve them back to you darker and hotter and more erotic than you could ever imagine. How I can inflame you, tantalize you to the very edge, over and over, driving you slowly insane with lust. You know I can manipulate you with the promise of my lips, tongue and my fingers. I know how you burn for me, simmering at first, then raging and intense. How my words can make you explode in need, wake you up in a sweat, begging and crying for more. You know what I can do to your cock, how I can tease it and taunt it and then torment it.

I know how badly you want to touch it, but that wouldn't be any fun for me...now would it baby?

Is it thick and throbbing and straining in your pants? Are you shifting in the chair to attempting to get a little relief? Is it uncomfortable and making you squirm? Becoming harder and harder as you read? Is there a dark spot beginning to appear, embarrassing and telltale of my power over you, over MY cock?

Or are you just wearing boxers and it's peeking out of the waistband, drops of precum beginning to form. You feel it hot and hard against your stomach, straining against the cotton. Is your whole body beginning to vibrate, your day falling away until all that is left is me and your poor twitching cock? The intense longing, the desire and the need, is all you know right now.

Tell me baby...are you reading my email nude? Are you horny and trembling? Is your cock swollen and thick? The ridge defined, just waiting for a hand or tongue to relieve some of the pressure that's building up. The ache is all you can think of. Are your balls beginning to ache too? Are they becoming heavy and tight, the skin smooth and so sensitive. Just waiting for my tongue or a finger or the brush of my hair. Mmmmmm just one stroke would feel so heavenly, so satisfying, so soothing for your poor tormented cock.

But your being a good boy and not touching it at all right?

How many strokes do you think you would need to cum? Ten? Ten nice, long, hard, deep strokes, from your balls to the tip. Nice and slow, the precum beginning to run freely now. Slippery and wet, it feels so sensitive, so incredibly hard. You're so close now. It would feel so blissful, bring such needed relief. Think of it baby, I'll whisper to you...

One...

Two....

Three...

Four...

You head thrown back in ecstacy, your eyes shut, your hand jerking your swollen member. My voice bringing you closer and closer to heaven. Ten strokes would be unbelievable, huh baby?

Awwww poor baby, you know I won't let you touch it now.

Mmmmmm, I wonder how it would feel if you were sitting there in silk panties. Feeling the fabric whisper along the length of you, soooo tortured and teased, but it would feel soooo good wouldn't it baby? The silk sliding and gliding, exquisitely against you. A gentle, erotic and sensual caress Mmmmmm... I'll bet in the panties you could cum in five strokes. Ahhhhh...five glorious, silky, fast, thrusts in the panties. Oh God, you can hardly think about the friction of the silk against your hard, eager member. Your cock is twitching uncontrollably now, crying with precum, your throbbing need building and building, faster, faster, faster. The pressure that's building is becoming almost intolerable. Are your legs beginning to shake? You're ready to scream with the tension. I can hear you groaning under your breath. I know your beginning to whimper for me, begging me to let you touch it.

Shhhhh baby, you'll have to wait, I'm having too much fun now.

How many strokes do you think it would take you to cum in my cunt? My pussy squeezing you, contracting around you. My lips opening to you, my hot juices running down my leg, syrupy, sweet and delicious. Your cock, unrelenting, plunging into me, fierce and hard. Your passion and hunger and lust for me coursing through you like electricity. How many strokes would it take you to cum if you were be able to shoot spurt after spurt after spurt of white hot cum against my tight, hot, silky, flesh. If you could feel me cumming all over your throbbing shaft, shuddering my release against you, with you. If you could cum together with me, screaming our release, lost in each other, in our bodies, like one animal, frenzied fucking, hard, deep, fast.

How many strokes would it take you baby?

[xlittleharleyx]

Omg

Omg!!! What a night... finally i could hold sir s hand in public felt amazing not having to look over my shoulder,.

Sir is full of suprises , was looking soooo dam sexy in a suit, opened the car door for me and started driving..i asked where we were going, he said wait and see ...we drove for miles all the time i had butterflies because i knew i was his completely for the evening.

He totally suprised me n took me to a seaside town where no one knew us . Holding my hand in public ( 😱) he took me to a bar ...were we had a drink, held hands and just acted like a couple not having to worry in case we was seen . Was the best feeling in the world , the most natural feeling in the world .

Sat having a drink, then sir runs his fingers down my arm with ever so slight contact, ..omg sent tingles to my clit, breathing changed ..n with sirs voice in my ear ...ive cum...made a mess of my knickers just by sirs touch omg amazing and in public as well , sir orded my knickers so went to toilet sir wispers in my ear ...u cum again in that toilet ..do u hear me Harley ...yes sir i do hear u and im ready to cum again by his words..wet and throbbing we went to another bar ..sat had a laugh, was amazing... THEN 😔😔😔 was time to go home 😭😭 i didnt want the night to end .

Got to car , sir took my wet dress off as it bin raining and gave me a blanket to keep warm, did we really have to go home ..back into hiding :( this aint fair .

On way home sir gave me the greatest gift , bent me over and let me feel sirs hard dick ...wow he just feels amazing every single time , sir gave me just enough release to keep me going till we got home. We home but still got a night in my safe place, my favourite place ..sir s arms.

Woke up this morning next to sir ...the best feeling when i felt his hard dick ...i knew sir would want me to kiss it and suck it to wake him up .mmmm cosmic...i asked sir if i can sit on his fucking hard swollen cock ..he allowed me too ...yeahhh thankyou sir , what a way to start the day ..sir should be woken up like that every day he deserves it so much .

Dont wanna get out of bed 😭😭😭 reality has got to kick in ..and i got to be a secret again 😔😔 i domt know how much longer i can do this ..its killing me not being able to tell the world sir is mine. Im struggling with it now ..but sir knows best and i trust his judgement even if its hurting me really bad 💔😭 i know it wont be like this forever ...foever needs to hurry up :(

[imagines-forthe-soul]

smutty submission

Okay but listen …

Building off that one ask you got, imagine if villains were punished in the MHA world by being put on display in public places where the general masses can do as they please with them. Wall stuckage is always 10/10 with these kinds of scenarios but my personal favorite (and it’s a BIG kink of mine) are stockades. There’s just something soooo vulnerable and tantalizing about having your head and wrists stuck in a stock, the lower height of the device making it so you have to bend forward just slightly which in turns leaves your ass poking up in the air as an open invitation to whoever may pass by to help themselves …

(General warning for all kinds of gross shit past this point)

So just think about this with me for a second. You’re a bad girl. A very bad girl. Maybe you like to steal jewelry or perhaps you’re just a general ravel rouser and one day you get caught. Since I have an obvious bias, let’s go with Endeavor. Imagine being handcuffed and all too aware of what is to come as he personally undresses you one article at a time. You’re nervous and a little scared but any pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears. He follows through on his duty to punish you with a steadfast resolve, though it’s obvious he’s also enjoying it too. Any doubt in your mind is immediately quashed when he reaches out to tweak one of your nipples with a rough hand.

Once you’re disrobed, he leads you through the streets completely nude - preferably by a chain connected to your wrists which he tugs here or there to make you stumble. You’re embarrassed and ashamed, you can feel every eye locked on your naked body and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You find yourself in front of the stockade soon enough and try as you might to struggle your way out, Endeavor refuses to let you slip out of his grip. With the restraints removed, he forces your head and wrists into the implement of your punishment and locks it into place. You’re trapped. With a final hard slap to your ass, he walks off to go about his business. It doesn’t take long for the first curious person to wander up and slide a tentative hand down the back of your thigh, making you shudder. More and more hands join the fray as time goes on with some of them doing little more than tauntingly touching you against your will while others stretch your pussy and ass wide for everyone to see. A few of them take your mouth, fucking deep and hard into your throat. Others use the conveniently provided lube at your station to drive hard into you from behind. A few pull out and cum on your back, but most carelessly spill their seed directly into your body. Some people spit on you, some pull their dicks out and piss on you to really drive your degradation home. You get spanked until your ass is throbbing and raw. You’ve been smacked across the face for trying to retaliate against those trying to use your mouth more times than you can count. You are really truly a well used flesh light by the time evening rolls around.

And just when you think you’ve had all you can handle, the big dogs show up. The first hero you notice is Vlad who seems to have been on his way home from the store, based on the plastic bag in his hand, when he came across you open for business(heh) as you are. He takes his time stretching your mouth to the absolute breaking point before finally forcing his way down your throat, making you gag. Then comes Fat Gum in all his glory to have his way with your abused pussy. It’s too much. It feels like you’re going to snap in half. But nothing compares to when Endeavor pays you another visit and he absolutely destroys your helpless body while Aizawa spit roasts you on the other side. You’re sure that you’ve reached the limit and no one can be as big as the flame hero.

But of course you’re wrong. Here comes All Might and he wastes no time impaling you on his impossibly huge cock. You have so much jizz leaking out of you now that you can just feel it dribbling down the inside of your thighs in thick clumps. It’s coming out of your ass too, the hole used so well that it’s gaping. You can just tell it is. And your face? Oh, your poor face. There’s semen in your hair and drying across your cheeks. Your tits are sore from all the groping and pinching and kneading. The smell of sex and filth is just rolling off you in your stockade prison and you still haven’t reached the end of your ordeal yet.

Because night is when the demons come out to play and suddenly you’ve got Dabi and Tomura and Twice and Chisaki showing up to have their fun. They somehow manage to be even rougher than the ones before them, delighting in torturing you as a fellow villain who was stupid enough to get caught. Nails dig into your scalp to hold you in place while they mercilessly face fuck your. Dabi in particular enjoys smacking your pussy until you’re writhing against your restraints, begging him to just get on with it. Someone gets the bright idea to see how many dicks you can take at once and you’ve got Tomura and Twice trying to squeeze into your pussy at the same time.

It’s a wild ride from start to finish and by the time things seem to slow down, and you think you’ve finally earned a reprieve, the sun rises and businessmen walking by on their way to work stop in to have a morning quickie …

So anyway, how’s that for Sinful Sunday.

[intrepidolivia]

Alexandria Country Club part 10

Pairing: NeganXOlivia (OC)

Warnings: cursing, discussion of violence, dirty talk, daddy kink, dom/sub, spanking, power exchange, SMUT

Summary: AU! Olivia wakes up with Negan in her bed. Their relationship takes a bit of a turn.

A/N: So I know I suck and took forever. I’ve been super busy getting ready for a surgery :( The good news is I’ll be off for quite a while due to said surgery so will have time to write. I tried to get these two back into the central mystery but they weren’t ready to get out of bed yet soooo....

Olivia woke up to the unfamiliar sensation of someone pressed against her in bed. She lay still for a long moment, sorting through the memories of the night before. She felt a little sore here and there, but also quite good. She’d slept very well indeed. Once she’d settled next to Negan, she’d drifted off almost immediately.

  She rolled over to face him. Negan was still asleep, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other thrown across her. His breaths came slow and soft. It was interesting to see him so relaxed. There was always a hardness to him when he was awake. A shell, as though he were hiding part of himself behind his toothy grins and affable charm and casual manner. She would never call him vulnerable, but in sleep the shell was gone.

  He sighed, one eye cracking open lazily. “Are you staring at me, darlin’?” he asked, his hand tightening a little on her waist.

  “Well, you’re very handsome. It’s hard not to.” She leaned close, brushing her lips over his.

She should have known he wouldn’t be satisfied with such a gentle kiss. He wrapped both arms around her, pulling her against him, his mouth hungry on hers. His arms were hard and tight, his body taut and warm.

  Olivia grinned as she felt him against her thigh, already hard. She wriggled, making him grunt, surprised at the sensation. “Oh my, what’s this?” she purred.

  Negan pulled back, arching an eyebrow. “Honey, if you forgot since last night you best believe I’m going to give you a refresher.”

  She put on a mock-thoughtful look. “Oh, well, I recall something going on last night…”

  He narrowed his eyes with a dangerous smirk. “Baby, do you really want to be like this first thing in the morning?”

  His expression told her she was playing with fire. She was already sore from the night before, and if she kept up her teasing, she had little doubt he would address it. Even so, she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “What’re you going to do about it?”

  She hadn’t even finished the question before he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his body, his hard length trapped between them and pressing into her. He fisted a hand in her hair. “I think I warned you about that fuckin’ mouth of yours last night,” he purred.

  Her breath caught and she leaned her head into his hand. “You might have.”

  Negan chuckled, leaning down to nip sharply at her neck. “I know for damna sure I did. I believe I told you that you’d have to decide if it was worth it to find out what happens when you mouth off to me. Something to that effect…” He trailed off as she licked her lips slowly, his eyes hungry and dangerous. “Fuck, you are just hot as hell, baby.”

  Olivia smirked up at him, grinding her hips up into him, watching his jaw tighten as she rubbed against his cock. “You were saying?” she singsonged.

  He groaned and closed his eyes, biting his lip. “God damn, girl. I’m going to put you across my lap and wear your ass out.”

  The prospect of that almost made her pause in her distraction. A little thrill of excitement and fear curled in her belly and pooled heat low and deep as she imagined him pulling her across his legs, the sting of his hand… She couldn’t deny the appeal of the idea. But they were both too worked up for that just then. She slid her hands up his sides, dragging her nails along his skin. “Mmm, much as we’d both enjoy that, I’m not sure either of us have the self restraint at the moment.”

  As soon as his eyes cracked open she knew she’d made a mistake. His grin had far too many teeth in it. “You think so, darlin?”

  She shrieked as he grabbed her, somehow reversing their positions and situating himself on the edge of the bed. She struggled, giggling as he wrestled her across his lap, catching her legs between his and pinning her against him with one arm. His hard cock pressed against her side, and his hand trailed up and down her ass.

  “Negan!” she squealed. “Let me up! I’ll be good!” She squirmed, delighted at how firmly he had her.

  “Oh, babydoll. You had your chance to be good. And you don’t really want me to let you up, now do you?”

  She bit her lip. “If I said yes, would you?” she asked softly.

  Negan’s grip loosened, and he shifted, tipping her face up to look at him. “Yes,” he said, his voice soft and serious. “Never be afraid to tell me no, sweetheart.” He smirked. “Just make sure I know it’s a ‘no’ and not just teasing.”

  It was the last bit of reassurance she needed. “Okay,” she said softly.

  He stroked a hand over her ass. “So, was that a no?”

  She took a breath, knowing exactly what she was asking for. “No, that was not a no.”

  He chuckled, his grip becoming suddenly hard. “Just making sure,” he purred.

  His hand cracked down on her soft flesh, bringing with it an enormous stinging burn. She shrieked, thrashing. Before she could suck in another breath, his hand fell three more times, hard and fast. Olivia tried to squirm off him, but he had her legs trapped between his, and the arm holding her against him was like a band of iron.

  Negan chuckled, pausing to admire his handiwork. “Damn, you redheads and your pale as hell skin. Makes for some perfect hand prints on your cute little ass.” He smacked down again, even harder it felt like, and she yowled, hands scrabbling on the sheets.

  “So, babydoll, are you gonna be good?” His fingers slid down, finding her sex. She could tell she was already wet from the spanking. His fingertip barely parting her folds was torture.

  “Yes! I’ll be good,” she whined.

  “Really? Are you sure? I seem to remember that was your first response when you knew I was going to punish you.” His fingers stopped, not quite touching her clit. “I’m not sure you’re quite fuckin’ sincere, doll.”

  Olivia whimpered, bucking her hips, trying to urge him closer to where she throbbed with need. “I’m sure.”

  “I don’t know, doll. I think you could be sorrier, don’t you?”

  She sucked in a breath. He was offering a choice. Did she want him to stop there? Certainly she wanted him to touch her more, but she couldn’t deny the hot pleasure the pain brought her. “Maybe.”

  “I did say I was gonna wear your ass out,” he said. He sounded more than pleased.

  She almost recanted as he raised his hand again, but by then it was too late. It was startling how hard his hand could be as he slapped down on her skin, her flesh burning with stinging heat. She shrieked, yelped, and wailed, but at the same time she felt her arousal building so intensely she thought she might come then and there. She had no idea how many smacks fell, but when he stopped her eyes were wet, she was panting, and she wanted nothing so much as for him to fuck her brains out.

  He didn’t tease her with his fingers that time. He lifted her effortlessly, tossing her back onto the bed, and grabbed her thighs, pushing them apart. He looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. She stared back up, still panting, still reeling and stinging and whimpering.

  She was entirely unprepared when he lowered his head and his tongue found her folds.

  Olivia arched her back, crying out raggedly. She might have squirmed right off the bed if he hadn’t kept such a hard grip on her, his hands shifting to her hips and holding her down. She squeezed her thighs around his shoulders, panting and whimpering, her fingers digging hard into the comforter. Her skin burned where he’d spanked her, adding an entirely other dimension to her pleasure, almost overloading her.

  Negan purred at her taste, his tongue flicking and lapping over her folds before he finally found the sensitive little nub of her clit. He suckled, teasing with his tongue, dark eyes flicking up to watch her as she writhed under him.

  She moaned, her breath coming in gasps as he played his mouth over her, his beard rough on her thighs and mound, his tongue hot and soft on her folds. She managed, somehow, to find her voice. “Negan, oh fuck.... Please if you keep that… if you don’t stop I’m gonna come…”

  His response was a growl, his hands tightening on her hips so hard she was sure it would leave bruises as his tongue assaulted her mercilessly.

  She screamed. Part of her knew they weren’t alone in the house, and that there was a chance she would be heard. Even so, she couldn’t hold back. The pleasure was so intense it was almost too much, particularly with Negan continuing to lick and tease her, determined to ride out her orgasm with his tongue buried in her. Her whole body bowed with her climax, her legs squeezing his shoulders so tightly she was half afraid she’d hurt him. Her hands held the blankets so tightly her fingers ached. She came back to herself only slowly, with shockwaves of pleasure still coursing through her at every touch. Negan kissed the insides of her thighs, and chuckled as she shuddered, giving little moans and whimpers.

  She blinked up at him as he sat up, licking his lips slowly. “Damn, baby. I shoulda spanked that ass last night,” he grinned.

  “Oh my god,” she panted softly. She wasn’t sure she could move anytime soon.

  He laughed. “No need to get all fuckin’ formal, baby. ‘Negan’ will do,” he teased.

  She was much too addled to come up with a reply, and only stuck her tongue out at him. He grinned, gripping her hips, his cock teasing her entrance. “Careful, sweetheart, that mouth of yours already got you one spanking today.” He pushed into her slowly, burying himself inside her. His head tipped back and he groaned. “You are fuckin’ heaven, Livvy.”

  Negan lowered himself on top of her, kissing her deeply.  She wrapped herself around him, and for one long, intimate moment neither of them moved. She held him tight against her, and he held her eyes with his own. Gently, he pushed her hair back, trailing his fingers down her cheek.

  Neither of them spoke. It would have shattered the moment. Finally, he leaned down, catching her lips with his own again before he started to move.

  He started slowly, but soon started gaining speed as he lowered his head, kissing and nipping at her neck. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head to the side to let him suckle hard at her throat, almost certainly marking her. Olivia held on to him, digging her nails into his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. As his thrusts became harder and faster, she found herself holding on for dear life, sure that he would knock her right off the bed if she didn’t.

  Negan bit down on her throat, sucking hard. She knew he was going to leave marks but couldn’t bring herself to care very much. She reveled in the feeling of him on her, in her, the scent of his skin, the dark fire burning in his eyes.

  She squeezed around him as his thrusts became more erratic, digging her fingernails into his back. He arched up, holding her gaze until his eyes squeezed shut and he buried himself in her with a deep groan of ecstasy.

  Slowly, Negan relaxed over her, resting his forehead on hers a moment before he kissed her. He was gentle as he pulled away, settling back on the bed and gathering her close. She sighed with pleasure as he nuzzled into her hair.

  “Mmm. That was a nice way to wake up,” she said softly.

  He chuckled. “Except now I want to go back to sleep.”

  Olivia laughed softly, settling her back against his chest. It felt good to be held. “Adair probably heard that.”

  “He’s over eighteen.” Negan nipped at her shoulder. “I can’t help that I’m so good I make you scream.”

  She smiled, closing her eyes. “I suppose you’re right.” She bit her lip. “I’d like to stay like this.”

  “I’m not fuckin’ moving anytime soon, so that’s fine with me.”

  She couldn’t help a soft laugh. “That’s good. But I really mean, you know. I’d like to just stay like this and not have to worry about anything anymore.” She stroked a hand up and down his arm. “The past, and the future, and exes who want to kill me. That sort of thing.”

  He was quiet for so long she was afraid she’d said the wrong thing. Or that he’d already fallen asleep. She was about to speak again when he took her shoulder, pushing her gently.

  “Roll over, baby,” he said, turning her to face him. He pulled her to his chest, looking down at her. Gently, he brushed her hair back from her face. “The past is in the fuckin past. And there ain’t shit to do about it, babydoll. And the future’s gonna fuckin happen no matter how much you fuckin fret about it.” He smiled a little. “I’m not saying they aren’t considerations, but stressing yourself out until you get fucking drunk just to deal with it doesn’t seem to be doing you any favors, baby.” He kissed her again.

  She sighed, resting her chin on his chest. “I know,” she said quietly. “It’s just hard not to think about...things.”

  “I feel you, babydoll. Believe me, I fucking know how that is.”  He took her chin in his fingers, keeping her gaze up at him. “As for the last part…” The dark fire returned to his eyes. “He’s not going to fucking touch you. If he fucking tries I’ll bash his fucking brains in. You know why?”

  Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. She’d seen glimpses of what he could be. Hard. Dangerous. Deadly. For the first time she was confronted with it in full. In her bed, inches from her. She shook her head, unable to speak.

  A little smile played at the corners of his mouth as his thumb feathered over her lips. He leaned down, a breath away from her. “Because no one. No. One. Touches. What’s. Mine. Are you mine, baby?”

 She swallowed, her mouth dry, her heart pounding. There was a gravity in his question. A sense that once answered, she was starting down a path she might not be able to return from. “I’m yours,” she whispered.

 His kiss was hard, possessive, hungry. Full of teeth and tongue, and she surrendered to it as she’d surrendered to him.

 Wholly.

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Instincts, Chapter 39

Layla woke up in the morning to Loki trailing his fingers up and down her spine as she lay on her stomach.

Her body curled up from his touch and she let out a moan as she turned her head around to look at him. He smiled down at her as he continued to trail his fingers over her back, loving the way her soft skin felt under his touch.

‘Good morning, little one.’ He purred as he leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder.

‘Morning, My King.’ Layla grinned.

Loki chuckled and nibbled on her skin. Hearing that was something that he would never, ever, get bored of. It sent thrills through his veins and made him feel even more powerful than ever before.

As Loki’s fingers continued to trail all over Layla’s skin, she found herself getting very aroused. Being surrounded by her Alpha’s scent and naked in bed with him also added to that. Loki could tell by her body language that she was getting horny. So it was no surprise to him when she rolled over onto her back, draped her hands up above her head and spread her legs open in a submissive position, just screaming for him to take her.

He grinned wickedly as he leaned over her, grabbing her wrists into one of his hands and holding them above her. His other cupped the side of her face gently as he leaned down to kiss her.

The kiss started off slow and gentle. But it soon heated up as Loki took control over the kiss and slid his tongue into her mouth. He could smell her arousal wafting off her body and it drove him wild as his cock grew harder, pressing against her thigh.

Layla whimpered underneath her Alpha as she wriggled excitedly. Her excitement and arousal only growing as Loki moved fully on top of her and positioned himself between her legs. She could feel the tip of his cock brush against her heat. She couldn’t stop wriggling below him as the kiss continued.

‘You are very wriggly this morning.’ Loki whispered over her lips as he stopped to let them both catch their breath.

‘Please.’ Layla whimpered as she tried pushing up towards him for more stimulation.

‘Mmm. Do I need to teach my little omega some patience again? Hmm?’ Loki teased, his breath dancing across her lips.

‘Noooo. Please.’ She begged.

‘I think I do.’ Loki purred and slid his hand down her body between them.

He pressed his hand over her and could feel the heat radiating off of her. She was so wet and her scent was driving him crazy.

‘Can I trust you to keep your hands where they are?’ Loki asked as he kept his hand cupped over her sex.

‘Yessss.’ Layla hissed and nodded quickly.

‘Good girl.’ Loki praised as he slowly released her wrists from his hold and he started to slide down her body.

He pressed his lips to her neck, where he sucked and licked all over her skin. Paying extra attention to her scent glands and taking a nibble too. Layla closed her eyes and her chest heaved as he continued his journey down. He sucked and nibbled over her breasts and flicked at her nipples in turn with his tongue.

He gave her sloppy kisses down between her breasts and over her stomach. He blew a raspberry against her skin, making her laugh between her moans.

As he reached further down with his lips and teeth, he used both of his hands and reached up to squeeze her breasts. He rubbed over her nipples with his thumbs, making her back arch upwards into his large hands.

‘Oh my… Loki, please.’ Layla gasped.

Loki didn’t respond, he just chuckled and kept kissing across her skin. He blew lightly across her cunt and she started panting with need.

Keeping one hand up at her breasts he moved the other one down to part her folds. He gazed at her for a moment. Loving the sight of her so aroused and glistening wet, all for him.

He couldn’t contain himself any longer, so he dove in to his feast. He paid attention to her throbbing clit, alternating between swirling the tip of his tongue around it and licking across it with the flat of his tongue.

If Loki found her to be wriggly before, she was even more wriggly now. Loki had to move his free hand down from her breasts to hold down her stomach, to stop her from bucking around.

He took his time licking her. Every so often he would dip his tongue further down to her entrance, to lap up her sweet arousal. The taste of her was intoxicating and he could stay down there forever if it was possible.

His tongue was impeccably long, Layla nearly lost all control when she felt the long appendage slide into her and curl just so, lightly grazing across her g spot. But he pulled out and went back to giving her clit all the attention.

Her toes curled in pleasure when he added his fingers to the mix. Inserting two into her warmth and wriggling them inside her. He curled them just so and rubbed hard across her g spot as his tongue flicked quickly across her clit.

Layla lost herself in the pleasure and she forgot to keep her hands up, as she reached down to slide a hand into his long hair. But that caused Loki’s fingers to still inside of her as he lifted his head up slightly to glare at her.

‘Hands.’ He growled deeply. It was just one simple word but so commanding that Layla squeaked out and quickly put her hands back up above her.

She felt her stomach twist and Loki could feel a fresh rush of arousal around his fingers. He smirked to himself as he knew she always found it a turn on when he was dominant and strict. It was her inner omega side of her that just loved it. Even if he was telling her off.

It didn’t take much longer after that before Loki had her on the edge. But instead of pushing her over, he kept her there and teased her for half an hour. Which wasn’t long for Loki’s standards. When he was in the mood to tease, he could go on for hours and hours.

So it was sort of relief for Layla when he flipped her over and positioned her up on her hands and knees. The moment he mounted her and his cock penetrated into her warmth, she came near instantly around him.

Loki growled and grunted in a feral tone as he fucked her roughly from behind, one of his hands slid under her and he toyed with her clit. He loved the sound of her moaning and the way her body trembled as she had orgasm after orgasm. His tongue and fingers had worked her up into a tight coil and now she was letting go like never before.

He grabbed her breasts as they swung underneath her. Flicking across her nipples and pinching them, making her cry out in pleasure as her arms gave way and her top half toppled down to the bed. Loki wrapped his arm tightly around her chest as he flattened his stomach against her back. His hips continued to piston into her as he made sure to get deep as possible.

‘Loki.’ She whimpered as he kept fucking her through more orgasms.

He buried his nose into the back of her neck as he fucked her. When he felt her continue to wriggle, he bit down on her neck instead. That made her body completely submit to him as she stopped moving.

‘Stop wriggling.’ He growled against her, her skin still between his teeth.

The vibrations of his growling against her skin threw her over the edge yet again. Feeling her clamp around him caused him to drive his knot into her. The fuller feeling made her cry out in pleasure as they were locked together for the foreseeable future.

Loki came with a shout, his seed rushed into his omega’s body. It felt like it went on forever, as rope after rope of his competent sperm filled her up.

Wrapping both arms around his omega’s body, he rolled them over onto their sides. He was still knotted inside of her and they both knew it would be a while before they were free.

‘What are we doing today?’ Layla asked as she craned her neck round to look at Loki behind her.

‘I gathered some books from the library, about the realms history. It would be good to know more about our new kingdom.’ Loki smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘Ughh. That sounds boring.’ Layla groaned as she put her head back down onto the pillow.

‘Boring? Learning about the history of Wolfheim? Boring?’ Loki teased as he tickled her sides, making her squirm and laugh.

‘Lokiiiii!’ She laughed and whacked at his hands, making him chuckle.

‘The more you wriggle, the more aroused I am getting again, little one. Do you want to be tied to me all day? Hmm?’ Loki whispered as he kissed her neck.

‘I certainly wouldn’t complain… And it would be a bit more interesting than reading all day.’ Layla giggled.

‘Cheeky.’

Later on in the day, Loki was surrounded by books as he sat crossed leg on the floor by the fireplace to read. He had been reading out loud, as Layla was lying on the bed playing with Eva. But she wasn’t concentrating at all with what he was saying.

‘Layla. Are you listening at all?’ He said as he turned to face her.

‘Mm, yeah. Sure.’ She nodded.

Loki rolled his eyes and continued reading out loud. After a few minutes, Layla pounced on Loki from behind. She clung onto his back as Loki let out a growl.

‘This is soooo boring. Can’t we do something else?’ She whined.

‘No, little one. This is important.’ Loki chuckled as he continued reading, with her hanging onto his back.

She let out a groan. But the she had an idea.

She rubbed her nose across his neck, scenting him. His smell made her head spin. Loki let out a deep moan as Layla nibbled across his skin.

‘Stop trying to distract me, girl.’ He growled as he reached back and grabbed her.

He pulled her round onto his lap and held her there tightly, making her giggle.

‘But I’m so bored.’ Layla sighed and wriggled on his lap.

‘Only boring people get bored.’ Loki grinned.

Layla didn’t say anything for a moment, then she just whined and struggled to get off his lap. But he held her tightly in place.

‘You’re not going anywhere.’ Loki teased as he picked up the book again in one of his hands.

‘Nooooo. Please.’ Layla whined and struggled even more.

‘I thought you loved just listening to my voice?’ Loki asked as he raised an eyebrow up at her.

‘I do. But… It’s been so long now. I want to go running, explore. Pleaseeeee.’ Layla fluttered her eyelashes up at him.

‘Hmm. Alright then. Another half hour of reading, then we will go for a run. Deal?’ Loki suggested.

‘Deal!’ Layla said excitedly.

Though she knew that half hour was going to drag.