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[prettyg1irlstears]

i js saw ur pillow princess reader x rafe blurb n its amazing !!

but how would rafe x gf!reader be when rafes friends have been bringing up about how it feels good when ‘the girl takes charge’ but she gets upset n self conscious cs she literally cant, shes js a pillow princess at heart !! she wld constantly ask rafe if shes good enough in bed, if its fine she cant ride him like his friends have been showing off :(((

first of all thank you!!<33 second of all i’m so sorry if i’m answering late, but i hope you’ll like it<3

softbf!rafe x sub!reader

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you’re in the large living room of tannyhill, a pretty sundress on while sitting of your boyfriend’s lap, listening to the conversation between him and his mates.

you were telling rafe that you’ll come tomorrow, that it’s fine if he wants to have a ‘all bro evening’, but rafe insisted on you staying, so you did, because you’re his good girl.

so here you are, playing with rafe’s fingers as the boys don’t bother to acknowledge or respect your presence and talk about their girls.

“bro, my girl’s wildin’ when she takes charge,” kelce boasted, smirking as he took a swing of his beer. “doin’ all the work, feels so good.”

your chest tugs anxiously, slightly squeezing rafe’s fingers as you listen.

“yea i feel ya, man,” topper adds, grinning as he high-fives kelce. “wish you could see the way sarah moves on me ‘cause like goddamn..”

you feel yourself getting uncomfortable, partly because they’re talking about their girlfriends like they were a piece of meat, but mostly because you know you’ll forever be a pillow princess.

“yo, top,” rafe feels jow uncomfortable you are, stroking your silky hair lovingly, thinking it’s just because the conversation’s too much for you. “it’s my sister, man, don’t be gross,”

“sorry bro, not my fault she’s freaky,” topper sneers, kelce chuckling along with him.

you withdrawn a little bit, nuzzling into rafe’s chest as your mind runs a marathon. you were never able to take charge, especially in bed. you and rafe tried it a few times, but you always get all shy and embarrassed, just simply not finding it in yourself to be dominant. but now, after you heard the boys’ conversation, you feel even worse than ever.

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“you okay, baby?” rafe asks you softly. the boys have already left, you’re now helping rafe clean the beer cans and pizza boxes. he has noticed something’s off — he always does.

“mm good ray, just tired.” you fake a yawn and give him a small smile.

that seems to make rafe calmer, maybe he just doesn’t want to press you. he comes over to you, placing his hands on your waist. “can we still do sum’ or are you like really tired?”

you chuckle and look up at him. “no we can still do something.” because even though you still feel bad, you can still feel a little wet spot making itself in your panties just from that one simple sentence.

rafe smiles and kisses you, his hands moving from your waist to squeeze your butt. “alright let’s get to bed, hm?”

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you thought it would make your mind go elsewhere, like always, but even when you’re a moaning mess under the muscular body of your boyfriend, you’re still thinking about it.

“what’s the matter, bunny?” rafe grunts into your neck as he kisses it, giving you long and deep thrusts.

“n-no, no!” you let out in a whimper, squeezing his shoulders. “please don’t stop.”

rafe smirks, slowing his pace even more as he bites on a soft spot of your neck. “then what is it?”

you whimper at that, but you can’t keep your worries inside anymore. “am i good enough for you?” as soon as these words leave your mouth, rafe stops, stilling inside of you, making you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

“baby.. baby look at me, will ya?” he gently takes your chin in his hand, making you look up into his eyes.

you look, his hand caressing your cheek as you look up at him with those puppy eyes of yours.

“why would you ask that?” he asks, his voice soft as he has no idea where this is coming from. “of course you are, you always were and always will, baby.”

“because i can’t ride you.. can’t make you feel good..” you say quietly, tears welling up in your eyes. “mm sorry rafe, i just can’t..”

“hey, hey, look at me, baby..” he makes you look at him again, his hands running through your hair and caressing your cheek. “that’s perfectly fine, bunny. you’re perfect, i swear to god,”

you’re looking into his eyes, nervously playing with his curtain bangs. “are you sure? ‘cause i felt really bad earlier..”

rafe chuckles a little, kissing your forehead. “baby, don’t listen to those two pricks. can’t appreciate their girls like i can apprexiate mine.”

he kisses your lips softly, slowly starting to move inside you again. “i love you being my little pillow princess.” he grunts at the movements, earning a tiny moan from you. “wouldn’t change for anything, baby.”

“you mean it..?” you ask, leaving out tiny whimpers as he moves slowly yet deeply, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“absolutely,” he whispers, kissing your lips while leaving out small moans. “don’t have any idea what you do to me like this.”

“alright..” you feel a shy smile growing on your lips, tugging on his hair as his tip hits that one spot inside you. “r-rafe.. please.. faster..”

“faster, yeah?” rafe smirks, increasing his pace, holding the side of your neck, earning sweet little moans from you that make his cock twitch inside of you.

“don’t need ya to take charge, baby..” he lets out a pretty moan into your ear. “js’ fucking you like this is enough for me to go absolutely crazy.”

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[lyneira]

♡ when you try to flirt with them ♡

-> how the genshin men would react when you attempt to flirt with them

suggestive!

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

MEGA SIMP

Thoma, Kaveh, Gorou, Itto, Venti

You'll have them sweating bullets, at the edge of their seat, heart racing, and blushing furiously as they endure your flirting and teasing. Despite that, they are absolutely LIVING for your flirting. They're not gonna admit it aloud (not yet at least) but they want ALL of the affection, love, and teasing you're giving them.

In this state, you can ask him for anything and he'd obey. Heck, ask for the world and he'll give it to you because this guy is ENRAPTURED by you. Bro is just so excited and eager about the way you're treating him

Like lowkey, if you were to tell him the numerous things you'd do to tease him, get close to him, and ask, "Would you like all that, hm?~", he's going to take a sharp inhale and breathe out a soft, "yes please" before he combusts right then and there

Embarrassed

Xiao, Scaramouche, Diluc

Will probably hit you with a tsundere-ish, "What are you talking about baka...?!" in response to any smooth line you tell them, or a "Quit with that foolishness" when you try to flirtatiously put your hand on theirs.

Yes, he's going to tell you to stop, but it won't be very convincing with the shakiness in his voice and the vibrant blush that he's desperately trying to hide on his face. He's just feeling a mix of emotions right now, y’know? You're getting them all hot and bothered but they wouldn't dare admit that they're succumbing to your tactics.

They're playing hard to get because truly, you've easily got a hold of their heart and in actuality, it was him who wanted to be the one to catch yours first.

Cuts to the chase

Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Cyno

Like the previous dudes, they're also gonna ask you what you were doing, but would be serious about it instead. These guys don't like beating around the bush and your flirting is going nowhere, so he's going to interrupt you and make you cut to the chase. He'll do so by kabedon-ing you, slamming one hand against the wall which makes you yelp in surprise.

"If you want something, why not ask me directly?", he leans down, towering over your frame and lifts your chin gently with a finger, "I won't bite...unless you want me to"

Amused

Ayato, Baizhu, Kaeya, Childe, Heizou

As you flirt with them, they'll simply have a smile on their face, both pleased and amused that you have the guts to do so. Trying to seduce the flirt, eh? They find it all terribly cute. Yet, they won't say or initiate much up until they've seen you slowly lose your drive to continue flirting (due to their lack of response to your attempts)

"Is that all you've got, y/n? Don't get me wrong, all of this pleases me, but...", he places his hands on your hips and brings them closer to his own as he leans in close to your ear and huskily whispers, "...let me show you how it's really done" ;)

Would be a sweetheart

Zhongli, Kazuha, Tighnari, Albedo

Will look at you with such tenderness in his gaze, happy about your sentiments toward him. They'd also blush lightly at certain antics that you'd pull, but they overall have a better tolerance to your flirting in comparison to the mega simps and those who get embarrassed. They're too wrapped up in the thought that you admired him and held these feelings for them to get so flustered.

When you compliment him seductively, he'll chuckle softly and smile, "I'm fortunate that you think of me that way", he'll then caress your cheek with the knuckle of his index finger slowly and lightly before bringing it up to your lips and replacing it with the pad of his thumb, "I feel the same for you", he'd finish saying while rubbing small circles on your lower lip. Y'all should kiss already

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[rodolfoparras]

I can never tell (How do you sleep so well?)

Pairing: Top Male Reader x Male character

Synopsis: In which you and your soldier friend make a habit of helping each other out before you go to bed

Cw: 18+, dom male reader, sub male character, hand jobs, anal sex, exhibitionism, just bros being bros

Thinking about sneaking into his small bunk bed with your chest flush to his back, face hidden in the crook of his neck, stubbly chin raising goosebumps on his skin, and your strong cologne making him feel all dizzy in the head

Ruffling sounds can be heard as your hand sneaks under the covers before a big warm palm splays out across his clothed stomach, mindlessly caressing it.

You can feel his muscles tensing under your touch, can see his chest rising and fall at a rapid pace, his head lolling onto your shoulder as he begs and pleads for you to just do something

Eventually you show him the tiniest bit of mercy by sneaking your hand up his shirt, fingers latching onto his nipples, tugging and taunting the sensitive numbs, pulling the sweetest sounds from his mouth, watching him squirm in your grip and squeeze his thighs together, in desperate search for some relief

At some point you do slip a hand down his pants, thumb grazing his tip, smearing around the precum that had been collecting there before gently pumping his dick.

For a brief moment he goes quiet, and you don’t even have to look down to know that his gaze is glued to your fist, or rather to the way the covers rise and fall as your hand strokes his dick, hitches and gasps escaping his lips as you work a steady pace on him.

Despite not being able to see much you feel blood rushing to your lower half. There’s something so thrilling about getting him off while someone is sleeping just above you. You shouldn’t even be in his bed shouldn’t even be doing this in the first place and you should know better than to do this seeing as you’re highly ranked soldiers but that’s what makes this so much better.

The hitches and gasps turn into loud groans and grunts, and at some point you have to shove a hand over his mouth just to quiet him down because after all you aren’t completely alone but even then you can still see how much he’s enjoying this; hips erratically fucking into your fist, the slapping sounds of skin mingling with the jingling sounds of the dogs tags he’s wearing, body shaking as he inches closer to his release, before ropes of cum spill over your fist and the sheets.

It doesn’t take much before you got him pinned to his small bunk bed, big strong body bent in half as you make quick work of stretching the tight ring of muscles, using whatever bit of lube he’s got hidden under the mattress before pushing a finger inside him.

Shushing the winces and hisses that escape him with soft kisses to his lips whispering how he has to stay quiet or someone will hear him and he doesn’t want that now does he?

Sweet thing is nodding his head, tears in his eyes while biting down on his fist to prevent any more sounds from escaping him.

And that is enough for you to work a second finger inside of him, carefully grazing the wall of nerves and watching as he grips at the sheets, and practically grinds down on your fingers, silently begging and pleading for you to just fuck him

And at some point you do but not before reminding him to be quiet but even with a pillow over his mouth you can still hear him telling you to go faster harder deeper, can hear the obscene sound of your ballsack kissing his ass, can practically hear the bed creak with every thrust.

And when it’s time for the morning roll call, he’s standing there, knees shaking, plugged full of your cum, and agitating his uniform in an attempt to hide the marks you left the night before

[toxicanonymity]

ready

3.6k, Joel x virgin f!reader x Uncle Tommy SUMMARY: You lose your virginity to Joel with Tommy’s emotional and physical support and his horny, reassuring presence.  WARNINGS: I8+ ONE SHOT PWP, mild dubcon (coaxing) virginity loss, very soft, unsafe piv, creampie, dirty talk, light degradation, self-pleasure, daddy kink, MFM-ish but no holes for Tommy, unspecified legal age gap, innocence kink, use of she/her for vag, happy reader but not a healthy relationship w/ clear boundaries. A/N: happy valentine's day! 🖤 FIC RECS at the end.

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Joel was out for the day, and you were taking a nap with Tommy. He was spooning you under a soft blanket on top of the bed. When you woke up, you felt it again–the hardness pressed against you, through his boxers. His massive belt buckle had been hurting you, so he took his jeans off altogether.  He took yours off while he was at it. 

When you began to stir awake, Tommy sighed as he pulled you back against him with a subtle push of his hips, which sent a rush of blood to your loins. When you fully woke up, Tommy’s hand was resting on your hip, and your panties were dripping wet. That’s supposed to be for Joel. You scooched your hips forward a little, and Tommy propped himself up with an elbow. 

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” His fingers drew light, aimless circles on your shirt, over your tummy.  

“Nothing,” you mumbled with your body tense. 

“Relax, baby,” He murmured, and dipped his head. He pressed a slow kiss onto your cheek.

You tried to relax. “Sometimes, when you get really close, I feel like I feel with Daddy”

“How’s that, baby?”

“Don’t make me say it,” you whined. 

“Nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

You sighed. “Wet. Tingly. Like I want him to get home.” 

“Mmm hmm,” Tommy nodded.

“That’s s’posed to be for him," you whispered. 

“It’s natural, baby. Don’t you worry ‘bout that.” 

He gently rested a hand on your panties. "How ya feel down here. . ." his fingers trailed up your tummy, up your sternum, between your breasts. “Got nothin’ to do with how ya feel here,” he whispered and tapped his fingers on your chest. “Just how our bodies work, sugar.” He caressed your chest, and his breath was humid on your ear. “That sweet lil pussy don’t care whose cock this is.” The stiff shape nudged your back side. “She knows it’s big, and hard, and ready for her. ‘S’all she cares about.” His hand slid up and gently cupped your breast. His crude words made you twitch.

“He’s gonna put it in soon,” you told Tommy.

“Yeah,” he whispered and rested his head, nestling your head under his chin. “Think you’re ready for it?” 

“I think so,” you answered, “but I’m nervous.” 

“'bout what, baby doll?”

“Is it gonna hurt?” 

Tommy scooted back and nudged you so your back was flat on the bed. He propped up his head, read your face, and wet his lips. “Prolly a little, yeah.” 

“What’s it gonna be like?” 

“Oh, baby. You're gonna love it. You're gonna want it all the time."

"What's the hurt gonna be like?"

Tommy hesitated, then asked, "Gave ya the tip already?” 

You nodded. 

He lightly dangled his hand over your hip so his fingertips grazed your panties. He let his fingers wander down the cotton until you opened your thighs. 

“Good girl,” he whispered with a smile as two fingers slid over your clit, making you throb. His middle finger reached the damp crotch of your panties. “Mmm, baby. You’re gonna be just fine.”  He prodded at the wettest spot and inhaled sharply as the fabric dipped into you. “Well, he’s gonna put it here again.”

His two fingers slid up, pausing to ghost your clit for a few seconds, making you whimper. “Shhh, I’ll come back for ya,” he cooed, and pressed a light kiss to your temple. Then his hand continued up your mound. “But this time,” Tommy said, “He’s gonna keep pushin’.” His fingers slowly trailed up, nudging under the hem of your worn, cotton shirt, until his middle finger dipped into your belly button. “He’s gonna be all the way up here, baby.” 

You squirmed under his light touch. “And it’s gonna hurt?” 

“Not too bad,” he reassured you. “Know why?” 

“Why.” 

“Cause ya want it real bad. Makes your pussy get real wet.” 

Your face burned. 

“She’ll burn a little. She’s gotta stretch for Daddy Joel.” 

“How much?”

“Oh, baby,” Tommy’s voice dropped, and his hard cock grazed your thigh. “She’ll stretch real good. She’s gotta.” 

"How do you know I can do it?"

"Trust me, sweet girl." You looked at him skeptically.

"Tell ya what. . .if I'm wrong, you can braid my hair, how's that?"

You silently laughed and nodded.

"Don't get too excited about my hair, now," he smiled. "Cause you're gonna take that cock real good."

Tommy slid his hand down, out from under your top, and made a loose fist. “One day, she’ll prolly fit this.” Your heart skipped a beat. No way. He looked at his fist and wet his lips, then glanced at your face and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Whatcha think, baby?” he brought his fist down to your panties and began to graze your most sensitive place with his knuckles, taking slow, heavy breaths. His eyes were hazy with desire. His wouldn't even fit between your legs unless you were spread wide.

“Too big,” you answered with your heart rate picking up. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Tommy whispered. “One day. . . not yet. Daddy Joel ain’t that big. You can take him.” 

“But he’s big,” you protested. 

“Yeah, baby. He’s big. But you’ll be alright.” He uncurled his fist and laid his massive hand on your mound. “I’ll be right there with ya.” 

“You will?” you perked up. You loved Joel, wouldn't change a thing about him. No one compared to Joel -- his presence, his touch. But Tommy had a way with words, and Joel wasn't much of a talker.

“Sure, baby. We’ll be real careful. Alright?” 

“Okay,” you answered with a hint of hesitation. Tommy ghosted your clit through your panties again, then slid down and tapped the soaked fabric. “Know what this hole’s made for?” 

“What?”

He brought his lips to the shell of your ear and whispered, “Takin’ dick and pushin’ out babies." You twitched and bit your lip.  

You squirmed and throbbed.

“Want me to take care’a this?” He asked and ran two fingers up and down the wet cotton covering your seam, making you ache with need. “Mmm,” he thrust against your hip. 

You shook your head no. But feeling like you could burst, you slid your own hand down your panties. Tommy pulled his hand out of the way, watching in wonder. He adjusted himself and you moaned softly at the push of his cotton-clad arousal.

“Fuck,” he whispered as you closed your eyes. 

You felt your breast with your other hand. “Mmm,” you moaned. You squeezed your thighs together and touched yourself. It took less than a minute for your whole body to flex as you came undone, with Tommy breathing heavily and slowly rutting against your hip. You opened your eyes as you finished coming and his face was spellbound. 

“Do me a favor, baby,” he breathed. “Lemme borrow some’a that juice.” 

Your face burned, but you slid your hand down your panties compliantly, making Tommy groan. He took his stiff cock out, and your upper body heated up. He held his erection for you, and you wiped your slick on it as unsexy as you could. 

“Good girl,” he whispered. 

“I don’t wanna-”

“Don’t gotta do nothin’, baby. Don’t gotta look.” 

You closed your eyes and listened to his hand squishing around his cock under his grunts and sighs until he came with a shudder. You kept your eyes closed, but you could smell his cum and it made your mouth water.  

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In the following days, whenever Joel touched you, you wanted him inside. But when he fucked your thighs and you felt the heft of his cock sliding against your folds, the girth of him scared you. you remembered Tommy's fist, and somehow, that made you tingle and relax.

Joel told you he was going to make a special day for you to show you how much he loved you. He said Tommy would be there, too, and you knew that would be the day. Throughout the week, Tommy kept checking in and reassuring you, “You’re gonna take it so good, baby.” If you had any doubts, he’d say, “I’m gonna be right there,” affectionately stroking your cheek. You talked more about what to expect. "Prolly won't come the first few times. That's okay, that's normal."

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When the day came, they woke you up with a special breakfast and a bouquet of wildflowers. Joel helped you put on a dress you didn’t have before. It was comfy, with elbow-length sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It was a little tight on your breasts, but he and Tommy liked it that way. You could tell by the way their eyes lingered.

Tommy made dinner while Joel set the table with flowers and candles. You ate a light meal in the candlelight and took half a glass of wine. While you and Joel finished your wine, Tommy retired to the bedroom. At the table, Joel looked at you adoringly and held your hand. His eyes were soft, and his beard sparkled in the candlelight. “No one like you, baby.” He kissed your hand, your lips, and pulled you into his lap.

Tommy returned and gave Joel a nod. Joel blew out the candles.

“Ready, princess?” Joel asked. You nodded and asked to use the restroom. He took your hand and led you into the bedroom. There were candles and flowers--so much lavendar. When it filled your nostrils, you felt soothed. 

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When you were ready, you came out from the bathroom and sat down on the bed. Joel knelt before you and kissed his way down your body before removing your dress, leaving you in your bra and panties. Tommy propped up some pillows and took off his jeans and shirt before reclining on the pillows and spreading his legs. 

“Go ‘head, baby,” Joel coaxed, caressing your thigh. “Uncle Tommy’s got ya.”  

You laid back against Tommy’s bare, barrel chest, and his skin was warm against yours. “Let’s get comfortable,” Tommy murmured and put your hands on his thighs. He lightly rubbed your arms as you laid your head back against him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. You leaned your temple against his jaw, and he kissed your head.

Joel undressed, and the bulge in his boxer briefs made your breath hitch. You pulled your eyes up to where the waistband dug into his soft tummy. He palmed himself, slowly rubbing the outline as he knelt on the bed and looked at you like he could swallow you whole. 

“So gorgeous,” Joel whispered, eyes traveling up and down your body between Tommy’s knees. Joel started at your feet. He gently massaged your calves as he laid soft kisses onto the delicate skin of your feet, then your ankles. He gently spread your legs. 

“Little more, baby,” Tommy whispered, and you spread them wider, knees up in the air. “Good girl."

Joel was on all fours between your legs. He slowly made his way up your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses up your legs until he reached your inner thighs. He sat up and palmed his growing bulge, looking at you hungrily. Joel hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and backed his way down the bed as he pulled them off. Tommy’s chest nudged you forward so he could unclasp your bra. You let it fall off, and Tommy put it aside. You relaxed back into him, and he kissed you on the crown of your head.

Joel returned between your legs, lowered his body, and gave your thighs some attention. He kissed them with tongue, lightly sucking, barely nibbling. He breathed through his nose, and you could see him growing hungrier as he approached your cunt. 

“Gonna make ya come first,” Tommy whispered. He held one of your hands and stroked your other arm, which had a calming effect. "It'll help ya stretch."

Joel got down on his elbows and hooked his hands under your legs to rest atop your thighs. His pinkies rested in the creases where your thighs met your hips. “Love you, baby,” Joel’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at you.

He took a few deep breaths and lowered his hips flat against the bed. You tilted your hips, and he dragged his nose up your dripping cunt, inhaling through his nose. “Oh, baby,” he breathed. He lapped at your cunt, and you moaned. He brought one hand to your entrance and rested his other hand on your lower abdomen. He slid a thick finger inside, then, after a few, slow pumps in and out, he carefully added a second digit, making you gasp softly.

You watched Joel's ass flex, his hips pressing into the mattress as he devoured your pussy, lapping up every drop. Tommy whispered in your ear, "Feelin' good, sugar? Feel her gettin' ready?" He circled your bare nipples with his light touch while Joel’s mouth stayed on your throbbing clit with his fingers inside. Joel added a third digit, and you felt so full. "Mm," you moaned, and Tommy gave a low whistle. "Look at you takin' all those fingers. Hungry, ain't she?"

Joel groaned into you as you took his three fat fingers. This time it was easier than ever. Tommy cupped your bare breasts, and Joel worked your clit with his tongue, leaving his fingers inside. Joel's massive hand on your mound held you steady when you began to squirm.

You whimpered, and Tommy said, “Let it happen, sugar.” 

Joel moaned deeper, louder into the apex of your folds, and his hips dug deeper into the mattress. 

“Squeeze his fingers,” Tommy urged you. 

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and let the climax seize you. You whimpered, "daddy," and clenched around Joel’s fingers. As your orgasm waned, Tommy slid his hands off your breasts to lightly rub your arms again.  

When your eyes fluttered open, Joel cupped your cheek, his beard shiny with your slick. “That was good, baby." He kissed you deeply, and you tasted yourself. When your lips broke apart, he whispered, “you’re gonna do so good." He kissed down your cheek, to your chin, then your neck. He dragged his lips down your chest to your breasts. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, then sucked, humming “Mmm,” as it further sharpened under his tongue. He did the same with the other nipple, then kissed you on the mouth again. He leaned his forehead against yours for a moment, then pulled back and asked, “You ready, baby?” 

You nodded. Joel pulled down his boxer briefs, and his cock sprang free, stiff and commanding. "Look at that," Tommy whispered, his lips brushing the top of your ear. "She's gonna swallow it up, baby."

Even with Joel's boxer briefs off, a slight indentation remained where they were, just below the tanner, pudgier skin of his lower tummy. He idly ran his fingers through the trail of hair below his belly button. Then he lined himself up.

"Gonna be just fine," Tommy reassured you. Your heart was racing as Joel's leaking tip grazed your wet, needy hole. You flinched and Joel pulled back, making his cock spring up. He leaned over you and kissed you one more time. You reached for his chest and smoothed his chest hair. “Love you so much,” he whispered. "You okay?" You nodded.

Joel’s hand returned to his stiff, veiny cock. The swollen tip dragged against your clit as he brought it down to your tight, wet hole and notched it just inside. Tommy was getting hard against your back, and you had hardly noticed until it twitched at the sight of Joel ready for entry. 

Joel pushed slightly forward. The stretch was already starting, with just the tip. You took a deep breath and held onto Tommy’s knees, petting his soft leg hair with your thumbs. Your breaths became shallow as Joel began to slowly push into you.  

“Breathe, baby,” Tommy reminded you. You breathed in the lavender and felt yourself relax.  "Yeah." Tommy shifted under you, and his erection pressed harder against your back.

“Good girl,” Joel murmured and looked you in the eyes. 

“Daddy,” you whispered.

“Yeah, babydoll.” 

“I love you.” 

“Love you too, baby.” 

With less than two inches inside, Joel's chest was heaving like he was holding back. 

He moved his hips slightly forward. It burned, and your eyes burned a little. You pinched Tommy's knee hair and he flinched. You remembered to blink.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. The burn ain't forever," Tommy reminded you. "She needs a second," he told Joel.

Joel paused for your body to catch up, until the burn began to fade. You relaxed against Tommy again.

“You good?” Tommy whispered in your ear. You nodded. "Look at her stretchin' 'round daddy's fat cock." You kicked your lips and braced for more. "Loves it, don't she?" Tommy whispered. "That pussy looooves cock."

Joel pushed a smidgen further, and you felt his girth dividing your soft, wet walls as he went deeper.

“She’s doin’ so good,” Tommy gushed.

“Mmmm,” you sighed as Joel pushed further, splitting you apart. The stretch burned again, and you flinched.  

Joel paused, and you nodded, “It’s okay.” Tommy brought his hand between his body and yours, and when you were flush against him again, Tommy's warm, naked cock was pressed against your back. 

Joel pushed forward again. He was biting his lip, and his face was getting red as he inched into you. 

“Almost there,” Joel breathed. “Takin’ it so good, baby.” 

Knowing you were good at taking his cock made you beam with pride.

“You gonna take all of me, baby?" Joel looked down at your stomach and muttered, "Oh, God."

"I can do it," you nodded.

“I think you’re gonna do it," Joel nodded back. He made one final push, taking up all the space you had, then his body was flush with yours. “Oh, ffuu--Oh, God." Joel pinched his eyes shut. "Ohhh,” he moaned with his cock fully sheathed in your tight little hole. Your walls twitched and you felt your core getting even wetter as it settled around his girth.

"Baby, you feel--ohh, so good, baby-" It looked like Joel was shaking with pleasure. A sweat had broken out on his brow.

"Both gotta breathe," Tommy reminded you.

Joel took a deep breath, then dipped his head to kiss you. Tommy was rock hard against your lower back. 

“I love you inside me,” you whispered.

"Most beautiful place I ever been," Joel said.

Tommy stroked your arms, and you lifted a hand to tangle your fingers in Joel’s hair. Joel kissed your neck, then began to rock into you. Tommy’s hips subtly lifted in rhythm, grinding against your back. His breaths became heavy. 

Joel's face bore a look you'd never seen. “Oh, God, you feel good, baby–Ohh–so good.” Joel rocked in short pulses, and each passing moment, you felt a little more relaxed. His cock was huge inside you. It felt even bigger than you thought it could be.

“So wet for me,” Joel breathed. “Such a good girl.” He kissed you again, his lips pulling on yours. His cock stayed inside, gently rocking, keeping you full. Your insides felt snug around him.

“Fu—oh, baby–oh, shit,” Joel panted, agony spreading across his face. 

“You can do it,” you whispered. “I want it.” 

Joel nodded. “Ok, baby.” He let his hips rock a little faster, short little pushes, all the way inside. Then he took a deep breath and so did you. Tommy held onto your sides. 

“Ohh God, baby. Ohh–Unnggghhh,” Joel began to pulse inside, filling you with warmth. 

You moaned and sighed, and Tommy rutted against your lower back. 

As Joel finished emptying himself, he gave you one last kiss, long, deep, and slow, moaning into your mouth as the last of his seed topped off the rest. 

Joel was panting, and so were you. Tommy’s hips stilled against your back.

"I'm gonna pull out now, okay? Gonna make sure you're alright," Joel said. As Joel pulled out, Tommy reached between you to adjust himself, tucking his massive hard-on back into his boxers.

Joel's cock retreated, dragging between your walls, then it fell out with a heavy bob. You felt empty for a moment. "Good girl," Joel whispered as your body drew itself back together. He backed down the bed. You began to close your legs, not wanting to feel so empty, but Tommy said, "Keep'em open" and nudged your knees outward again.

Joel lowered his head to look at your cunt. "So pretty, baby. Just gorgeous." He spread you open with his thumbs. "Oh, baby, you did so good." He thumbed your clit and when you twitched, you felt some cum trickle out. "Oh, yeah," he whispered, and thumbed it back into you. "Wanna come again?" He began to lower his mouth.

"Mmm," you thought about it, and he paused. "Maybe later. I feel sticky."

"Ok, baby." He gave your cunt a kiss and let you close your legs.

---

Joel took you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and he smiled to himself when you both heard Tommy moaning. Your face heated up, and Joel whispered, “Uncle Tommy’s gotta come, too.”

After cleaning you up, Joel sat down on the lid of the toilet seat, and you stood between his knees. He helped you onto his knee. Your gaze went down his body, over his strong chest and its salt and pepper hair, down his soft stomach, and the other hair, to his softer, but still chubby cock. Joel’s eyes sparkled as he looked at you. He kissed you again. Then Tommy groaned, and Joel broke the kiss with a chuckle.

You went to bed nestled between the two of them. 

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Thank you for reading and tysm for your support 🖤

This was born when I got to thinking, what if uncle tommy was a virginity loss doula?

Same trio/AU:

Stuffing

Sweet little mess

Uncle Tommy Breeding fantasy drabble

There's a virgin section on my master list.

RECS: If you like these brothers sharing, a few of my faves include

I can be your pretty girl part 4 and part 5 (but the whole series) by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Liquid Gold and its prequel Two Hands to Hold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles MY ROMAN EMPIRE

Smack my b*tch up a raider AU by @milla-frenchy.

To freeze or thaw, a raider AU by joelscruff.

Bad Blood, Step Uncle Joel and Stepdad Tommy by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

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[sanspuppet]

What abt hard dom Yeosang x soft dom Mommy Hwa making a tomboy fem y/n feel good (and also loved and admired and understood) And saying how proud they are of her (achievements and stuff she's doing in her life)

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PAIRING: rough!dom Yeosang x soft!dom Seonghwa x tomboy!fem reader

W/T: protected sex, rough and vanilla sex, nipple play, short mention of pussy eating/ play

A/O: here you are! thank you so much <3 loved the idea and i hope i fulfilled your request darling :3

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Your face is buried in the mattress as you try to hold back any sounds from how the new, strange feeling of being filled, is turning your mind into a blank state. All you can hear is the buffered sound of Yeosang’s hips hammering against your ass, his desperate groans exposing his need to fuck you better, deeper and faster. On the other side, you can hear Seonghwa articulating something, and you take a few seconds to develop his sentence inside your mind, as you’re barely concentrating at anything. “Look at how pretty she is. It’s her first time but she’s taking your dick so well bro” Yeosang pulls back a little, enough for seeing perfectly your full body and have still the tip of his cock at the entrance of your pussy, he smirks, hands dragging down your sides till the cheeks of your buttocks. “Yeah, so true. Nice muscles of yours y/n, such a perfect body.” you quickly regain yourself when you feel the friction stopping. You finally leave a frustrated moan, murmuring back: “Fuck, thanks.” you lift your head, enough to see the face of Seonghwa looking at you with a proud smile. He giggles, seeing your cheeks red after being pressed against the pillow forcefully, by the way Yeosang harshly pulled his dick inside you. “i should take the lead now, Yeo. You fucked her so hard, my baby needs a little rest.” Yeosang slowly nods, he secretly wanted you all for him, but sharing is caring, right? After all, it was for Seonghwa if he had the chance to know you. He lays down next to you, admiring your sweaty hair, knowing that it’s all cause of him. Hwa gently turns your body around, to look better at your abs, he couldn’t help but trail his fingers on every inch of your toned tummy. Seonghwa leans down and slowly starts leaving kisses over your body, making his way with them down your pelvis, he uncontrollably kisses your clit. Hwa wides his eyes right after, licking his lips: “Fuck you taste so good.” he sucks intensely, then leaves a small lick. Yeosang stares admiringly at Hwa, and instinctively attaches his lips at your right nipple, his hand squeezing the other. The man between your legs, gets up: “I’d love to taste you better, but my dick seems burning from how fucking hard you make me.” He finally has the opportunity to drag his boxers down, revealing his hard-on. He takes the condom layed on the corner of the bed, wrapping it around his length. “Spread your legs wider for me, darling.” You immediately do as he says, while caressing Yeosang’s hair as he leaves purple marks on your tits. You bite your lower lip as you feel again that sublime friction hitting your stomach, Seonghwa slowly slides in and out of you, making sure to rub his cock against every angle of you. “We’re so proud of you baby, you’ve reached all the goals you wanted to achieve” Hwa adds more pleasure by massaging your clit with his thumb. Yeosang lifts his chin enough to let his lips reach your neck and kiss it. “We do, y/n.” He turn his head to look at Seonghwa: “She needs a special treat” Hwa caresses your inner thighs, grimacing slightly at the sight of all the bruises Yeosang left on your skin. “Yeah, we’re gonna make her feel how much we love her”

[trsrina]

zerobaseone with physical touch

gn reader, fluff, established relationship wc: ~1.8K

jiwoong

- i feel like jiwoong wouldn’t be big on physical touch like there’s definitely members that are much more into physical touch than him. he’s more of a quality time guy yk

- for him, physical touch in public might only be hand-holding and he would love having an arm wrapped around your waist like wherever you go, he’s right beside you. he’s the type to never leave you alone like he’s always beside you like at parties, gatherings etc

- jiwoong would probably kiss you on the head a lot like it’s easy access since dude is like tall, he can just lean down and place a kiss on your head (he also loves sniffing your hair since he likes the scent of your shampoo)

- and he probably loves back hugs. like no matter what you’re doing like you’re in the kitchen cooking, he’d be hugging you from behind with his head resting in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent, comfortably just closing his eyes and enjoys embracing you while you’re doing whatever

other members under the cut!

zhanghao

- i see zhanghao as someone who’s quite clingy and loves always having his hands on you like he would not let you go. i imagine him to be the type to literally cling onto your arm like a koala whenever you’re outside

- zhanghao loves just hugging you and smothering you like he loves kisses because they seem so intimate to him yk he loves waking you up with kisses all over you face and i feel like he’s the type to love pda like he would not hesitate to kiss you in public

- cuddles with him would be like him literally having a death grip on you while you wrap your arms around his waist with your cheek pressed against his chest. his head resting above yours like his cheek is pressed against the top of your head, occasionally leaving kisses there, and his arms wrapped tightly around your torso.

- idk but i see him obsessed with randomly leaving a trail of kisses along your jawline line he’s so disgustingly sweet. “hey! that tickles!” you giggle as zhanghao continuously traces kisses along your jaw with a lovesick smile on his face

hanbin

- hanbin’s def more of a words of affirmation and acts of service guy but his physical touch game is strong too. he loves linking your arms together like a married couple like he would be dragging you around and leading you to places yk.

- when in private, he loves feeling your lips on his. hanbin would kiss you all the time, whenever he wants to, like you’re just watching a movie then he randomly tilts your chin up to kiss you and when you’re just cuddling, he suddenly grabs your face to kiss you

- you were close to falling asleep while watching a movie with hanbin on your couch but then hanbin suddenly tilts your chin up as your head was resting against his shoulder with your legs sprawled on his, and kisses you gently then suddenly goes back to watching the movie again

- something about hanbin just randomly inspecting your face sometimes yk what im saying like he loves holding your face in his hands and just caressing your cheeks while looking into your eyes lovingly like bro is so in love

matthew

- ultimate master at pda and making everyone around you two want to cry at your gut-wrenchingly cute relationship since matthew is from canada yk unlike the korean members he’d be less shy

- like you guys could just be going shopping on a date and while you two were lining up to pay he’d sneak a few kisses on your cheeks and lips with his hands resting on your hips

- you would be like those cheesy couples you see on the escalators yk like matthew one step above you while you were facing him with his hands resting on your shoulders as he lovingly looks into your eyes and talks about literally anything with you

- also best hugger matthew his bear hugs are the best like he would cling onto you like a bear while cuddling like literally his head leaning against your shoulder and arms wrapped around you and his embrace is so warm and comfy

taerae

- shy boy pt 1

- taerae isn’t much of a physical touch person either but when it’s initiated he will get so red and flustered but like sometimes when he’s confident, he would suddenly just backhug you out of nowhere and hides his face in your neck totally not to hide his bright red face lol

- but cuddling sessions with him would be very intimate like i imagine him to love softly running his fingers through your hair while he sings softly to you. cuddling with him would be like him laying flat on his back while he has an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close into his chest and your head’s resting on his chest and arms wrapped around his torso

- he will get so shy whenever you kiss him in public or just get too close like he’s trying to show you something and you just lean your head near him or just resting it on his shoulder and he just gets so red or when you’re just getting something to eat and you randomly steal a kiss from him he would get so flustered

ricky

- ricky wouldn’t initiate physical touch much when in public but whenever you take the lead to do so he might seem unbothered on the outside but on the inside, he’s freaking out like his heart is about to beat out of his chest and his ears are getting so red

- ricky isn’t much of a hand holder really but he loves wrapping his arm around your waist too just like jiwoong. like he would follow you around like a lost puppy while blatantly admiring you, dude would not notice if you led him to the mental hospital because his eyes are only on you and his feet just move automatically, following you wherever you go

- no but ricky best kisser

- ricky is just such a natural at kissing. his lips are like a drug and once you feel them, you would be yearning for more. ricky knows very well about his hold on you and would use that to his advantage for whenever you have any disagreements or when you aren’t listening to him, he would just kiss you to shut you up and you just instantly melt

gyuvin

- we all know gyuvin absolutely loves smothering people he loves with his embrace. at any time of the day, doesn’t matter where you are, he would randomly grab your face and squish your cheeks, cooing about how adorable and loveable you are like did you see the way he is with yujin? it’d be way worse with his s/o

- since he has big hands, he loves comparing hand sizes with you as an excuse to touch your hands and he is a big hand holder, wherever you go, your hands are always linked together

- i also see gyuvin as the type to wrap his arm around your shoulder like he takes full advantage of his height and he’s kinda mocking you by doing that since it’s so easy for him to just smoothly wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer by his side. probably walks around with his arm around your shoulder all the time and talks with you while doing so like gyuvin is so talkative

- gyuvin might be a little shy with kisses but he’s totally confident with stealing kissing on your nose, cheeks, forehead and temple. however, when it comes to your lips, he would get so shy like he would grab your face and be prepared to give you a peck on the lips then suddenly hesitate and you would have to be the one to lean in

gunwook

- gunwook is clingy. he would not leave you alone and he feels the need to have his hands on you all the time like he feels insecure whenever you’re not beside him. it’s a basic need for him to have you safely secured in his embrace

- ik i said matthew best hugger but gunwook is equally as good of a hugger as matthew. gunwook loves just resting his head beside yours. hugs with him would be like him literally towering over you and you drowning in his embrace. his buff arms wrapped securely around your back and waist with his head slightly dipped down to sniff your hair, while you have your face buried in his shoulder

- has an obsession with playing with your hands. just any skin to skin contact is perfect to him. he would play with your hands and inspect them, tracing his fingertips all over your delicate hands, not leaving any inch of skin untouched

- gunwook often peppers kisses all over your face like when he’s trying to get you out of bed, he would leave pecks all over your face and make you giggle, with that he would also tickle you a lot like the pure ecstatic giggles you both let out and the wide smile on his face omg

yujin

- shy boy pt 2

- since you guys are still young, too much skinship might be new to you but there’s always those shy little touches and skin to skin contact. yujin would hesitate holding your hand while you’re walking together like you two just walking side by side, your hands merely brushing against each other but neither of you have the courage to take the lead and so i feel like you would resort to linking pinkies instead like you’re technically holding hands but not really like it’s so adorable

- yujin would hold your hand under the table whenever you’re eating with your friends though. your linked hands resting against his thigh while he gently caresses your hand and you guys think you’re being slick but everyone at the table knows. he would also sneak kisses on your cheek when no one’s looking. he would look around to see if anyone’s looking first and then builds up the confidence to quickly sneak a hurried peck on your cheek, proceeds to pretend nothing happened after and you’re just like what the heck

- yujin loves resting his head on your shoulder whether he is facing you or behind you. like he would surprise you by suddenly resting his chin on your shoulder from behind and you jump slightly and relax only to realise it’s yujin and you would slightly pat his fluffy hair and he hums in contentment. also yujin with nose kisses>> he loves leaving small kisses on your nose

the way each part gradually gets longer and longer as i write 😐

[foxcort]

"In Beron’s court, he’d been alone. And in the House of Wind, she’d been alone."

written for day 6: future of @nerisweek. 🔥🩶 / set post-eris murdering beron and acosf-divergent in that after the hike nesta leaves cassian. / (AO3)

“You don’t have to come out of this room if you don’t want to.” Smooth fingers caressed the side of Nesta’s face, and then tucked under her chin, tilting her head up so that she couldn’t avoid the brilliant amber of her husband’s eyes. “No one will bat an eye if I tell them the High Lady has more important matters to attend to.”

He was standing by her side of the bed, already immaculately dressed, while she was still donned in her night clothes, the auburn sheets wrapped around her like a shield. Because their guests would do more than bat their eyes — they both knew it — and it was safer than getting out of bed.

Nesta resisted the urge to close her eyes. “More important than diplomacy?”

He gave a soft, careless laugh. A warm sound that batted away at her anxiousness. “Your comfort is leagues more important to me than what we—” She knew he meant the High Fae, that he very rarely included her in that definition, and that it gave her peace when he made the distinction. “—call diplomacy. More so for the Night Court’s specific brand of it.”

She frowned, though her heart beat faster in dawning relief. “They expect me to be there.”

Unfortunately, even after a year, she was yet to feel ready enough to face them. She didn’t know if she ever would.

But Eris had just become High Lord. And she High Lady. And the Night Court had found their poorly veiled reason to visit.

“Disappointment is something I believe Rhysand doesn’t feel too often. He’ll have to get use to it.” A spark of mischief glinted in Eris’ eyes, as if he couldn’t wait to see the looks on all their faces when he announced Nesta wouldn’t be present. “You have no obligation to any of them.” His thumb stroked her cheek, palm cradling one side of her face. “Not a single one.”

Heat curled behind Nesta’s eyes, but she held Eris’ gaze until he pulled her forward and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his stomach to hide the tears that she’d kept at bay thus far. His fingers sifted through her hair, a soothing gesture that calmed her heart.

They stayed like that for several minutes, before Nesta finally pulled away, fingers ruthlessly attempting to smooth out the section of his clothing she’d crumpled. “I have an obligation to you. To Autumn.” She spoke firmly, fiercely, her eyes focused on his stomach. “And those obligations mean something to me.”

Eris gently pushed her hands away and crouched to better look at her. “Be certain. There’s only so much I can pardon, even as High Lord.” He fought a smile as he rested a hand on her knee. “Accidentally murdering someone from another High Lord’s retinue toes the line between pardonable and not.”

“What about minor injuries?”

He looked like he was giving it genuine thought. “I could work around it.”

Nesta laughed. It was something between a laugh and a sob, anyways. And enough of a reaction that Eris twined his fingers with hers and pulled her from the comfort of their bedsheets.

Hours later and Nesta stood behind a set of familiar ornate doors. Doors she’d walked through hundreds of times over the course of the last year. And yet, tonight, she felt she would unravel as soon as she stepped through them.

“There’s still time to make a run for it.” She turned to catch Eris’ half-jesting remark, the grin on his face not quite reaching his eyes. Nesta knew she could walk away from the entire confrontation without so much as a word and he wouldn’t hold anything against her.

But that left an image in her mind that she didn’t like.

Of Eris walking into the throne room — fashionably late, as the excuse he’d offered when it’d taken her nearly an hour to pick what she felt was the correct dress — alone.

In Beron’s court, he’d been alone.

And in the House of Wind, she’d been alone.

He had his brothers and she had her sisters, but it only pronounced the emptiness they’d felt. 

Until Cassian had taken her on that hike and she’d decided even someone like her deserved better. It certainly surprised Eris when she’d accidentally winnowed — with all that was left of the energy she’d possessed at the time — right into his study, where he’d been poured over paperwork, half-asleep and inclined to believe it was all a dream. Different to the dance they shared in the Court of Nightmares, for his eyes had been wild and his countenance frayed.

He’d rushed to grab his coat from the back of his study chair and wrapped it around her shivering body. And it was the first time Nesta hadn’t felt so alone.

She smiled softly at the memory and rested a gloved hand at the crook of his elbow. “Not unless you’re planning on running with me.”

“That would be terribly inappropriate.” He grinned wider now. “And likely to upset someone’s feelings.” And very tempting, his eyes told her.

Eris moved his arm so that her hand slipped into his, squeezing her fingers wordlessly, and suddenly Nesta felt everything center around that touch. All the colors and sounds leeched into nothingness, a distant echo to the beat of warmth where their hands were linked. Even the dull ache of the rejected mating bond paled, shrinking away until she heard just Eris’ heartbeat, her eyes never leaving his.

“I go where you go.” 

He squeezed her hand again and she understood. And I go where you go.

Through the doors they walked like that. And despite their company, despite the tight, judging faces they were met with, he didn't let her hand go once.

a/n: happy neris week and thank you for giving this a read!

[hanckocks-dagger]

Well fed

masterlist

John Hancock x trans masc!Reader

Description: After a scuffle on the road involving his knife, Hancock takes care of you.

Word count: 3.4K

Tags: smut!, oral (m recieving), knife play, praise kink, no pronouns used for reader but masculine nicknames (brother, good boy), no y/n, service top Hancock (or at least adjacent to it). He's whipped, bros

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of blood

Words used for reader's genitals: core, cunt, entrance

Requested by: @kin-of-kin

Crossposted on my ao3

Notes: I went for a bit more of a service top Hancock in this one. I do think he’s down for whatever, living life the way he does, but I also think he’a s big softie who just wants to take care of u and shower you with all the love he has. Smut starts right after the cut!

Also just because we’re all ghoul girlies (gn) here, I do want to let y’all know this was partly inspired by a pretty good blowbjob I gave, which was going fantastically until I suddenly got the worst bloody nose of my life, right in the middle. Ruined the mood a bit, but a funny story in hindsight. 

"So perfect for me, hmm?" Hancock's words came out half strangled, one hand trailing over to tangle in the hair at the back of your neck, still matted with blood and sweat.

You breathed through your nose, sinking further down his cock. Slick with saliva, the back and forth bob of your head was easy, the sure glide of him in your mouth. You felt him hit the back of your throat, hollowed your cheeks in an attempt to take it down better, desperate to pull as many sighs and moans as you can from him.

Down on your knees, on a leaf covered forest floor, the edges of your armor digging into your skin. It was easy to ignore, over the hum of your blood, the electricity that seemed to flow through you, the shocks of pleasure you felt every time Hancock uttered some breathless words.

Your hands itched to get a good grip on him, but you settled for holding onto his bare thighs, pants and underwear pulled down to his knees, letting you grab onto scarred skin every time he pushed your down just a bit further, digging your nails in as you choked,

You went down just a bit too far, having to pull back to gasp and retch, panting as your oxygen deprived brain tried to take what it needed. Hancock's hand grasped your hair hard, pulling you until your chin rose, so you were staring up at him, dark eyes meeting your own. Your chest heaved, you could feel the slick texture of spit on your lips and cheeks as you nuzzled his cock, shining in the low light, covered in your saliva.

Your hand moved to grasp him, but Hancock swatted your hand away gently, instead taking the opportunity to grab you by the chin, "Such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

You nodded at him through heavy lidded eyes, desperate to regain your composure and get him back inside you, whether it be your mouth or further south. His hand moved to cup your cheek, a moment so sickeningly sweet you had to swallow a lump in your throat. You tucked your wet face into his palm, pressing a soft kiss there.

"You look so handsome down there, hmm?”

It seemed ridiculous to blush at such innocuous phrasing, but blush you did, face heating up to the tips of your ears. The eye contact made you shy, so you dropped your head back down to get him back in your mouth, his hands moving to grasp at your hair again.

You groaned against him when his fingers tugged, gentle pressure against your scalp shooting pleasure down your spine. His hands eased you forward, taking him gently further into your mouth, inch by inch.

You hollowed your cheeks, finding the right amount of pressure. It didn't take long to have him groaning against you again, whispering your name between swears and grunts, fingers occasionally slipping from your hair to caress your cheek.

"Shit- baby I'm gonna–"

You felt his hands back in your hair, tugging gently in an attempt to get you off, but you did the opposite, pressing down just that little bit deeper, fingernails pinching down into the meat of his thigh.

He came with a groan, shooting into your mouth. His cock alone had made you feel full, but as your mouth filled even more you found yourself gagging again. You pulled off with a slick pop, tilting your head to the side to spit into the grass, feeling it dribble over your lips as you did.

You took a moment, hands clutching at dead leaves and dirt, breathing through the slight wave of nausea that accompanied the metallic taste that settled in the back of your mouth, the uncomfortable electric tingling of your tongue.

Behind you, you could hear the shifting of clothes, the clinking of metal. Hancock's hands on your back, that ever present worry, never able to put your welfare away.

"You alright, brother?" He asked, voice soft, his hand sliding across your lower back, skin smooth against the fabric of the shirt you wore.

"I'm good," You breathed, wiping off your mouth with the back of your hand, "Just– You know how it is. Always forget just how bad it tastes."

He snorted, hand slipping momentarily down to your ass for a gentle squeeze, "Well, you did a fantastic job, as always."

The praise, lightly tossed out there, settled in your core, spreading heat out like a struck match. Suddenly, his touch was electrifying. "Could we–" You started, but were interrupted by the rustle of trees in the distance, the hoof beats of a radstag rushing past you. In a moment, the two of you went from loose limbed and giggly to standing and alert. You dove for your gun, reloading and cocking it, lining up your sights with the noises.

Hancock was beside you, one hand held up in front of your chest, like he was protecting you, his knife in his other hand, held in a tight grasp.

You went still, deadly silent, tracking the distant shape, tucked between curtains of trees. You struggled to make out what it was, whether human or a sluggish Yao Guai, maybe even just a startled Radstag.

According to your mapping, this was unclaimed territory, avoided even by the enclave, hours from the next checkpoint. You held your breath, chasing the shape with your scope as it traveled behind trees, stumbling unnaturally, unrecognizable movements.

"Can you tell what it is?" Hancock murmured, posed to strike but waiting for your signal.

"No," You whispered back, trying to tell if the movements looked like a feral ghoul, a straggler fallen out of his group, woken by the movements in the forests. "I think we should get a closer look. You ready?"

"Always," he replied, falling into step besides you. You set a slow, creeping pace, rifle still firm in your grip, hand itching on the trigger, prepared for a sudden attack.

You weaved through trees, distancing yourself from the little camp you'd made. Its movements were still erratic, but it didn't seem to have noticed you, bouncing from tree to tree. Sure enough, as you closed in, you recognized those familiar snarls, saw the flash of red, angry, exposed flesh. A lone ghoul, clad in a dark black cloak, stumbling around, looking for who knows what.

Finally, about ten paces away from it, it reared its head, snarling. You raised your rifle, finger on the trigger, but before you could even line up the gun Hancock was in action, knife striking the ghoul's heart, torso, then with a powerful thrust, the blade pierced its skull. Dead.

You backed yourself up against a tree, scanning the ground for any other threats.

"Poor guy," Hancock mused, examining the corpse as it bled out, dampening the ground. "Do you have any winter clothes?" He asked, tugging at the cloak the ghoul was wearing, flapping the spare fabric.

Sure enough, it looked like thick, well insulated fabric.

"Mmm, maybe," You said, raising your pip-boy to check your inventory. The pair of you were on a smaller run, only two nights on the road. You had yet to make it to where you were heading, you had a parcel to deliver, some buildings to clear on the way for the Minutemen.

"Let's store it somewhere. If we spot it on the way back, I'll take it."

You watched as Hancock examined his knife, scarred fingers following the blade, cleaning the blood off it as he went. The adrenaline in your blood slowly faded, replaced by the gentle thrumming of electricity in your veins.

He yanked the cloak off the dead ghoul in a smooth move, bundling it up in his arms as he fell back in step with you, heading back towards the camp you'd made.

The campfire crackled, sending bright sparks up into the darkened sky. It was overcast, only a few of the brightest stars peaking through, the waxing moon disappearing behind gray clouds. You dropped down onto your bedroll, going through the motions of unloading your rifle, tucking the bullets back into your bandolier.

Hancock settled next to you, his shoulder bumping into yours, setting his hat onto his knee. 

He pulled the knife back out, running his nimble fingers over the sharp edge, testing the blade for dullness. You watched him through half lidded eyes, mouth salivating despite yourself. Something about seeing him throw himself in front of you without thought, even knowing how well you could defend yourself. Putting your well being ahead of his own.

He flipped the knife in his hand, the blade glinting silver in the firelight. You could almost pinpoint the moment your blood flow changed course, sending a thrum to your core, the momentary distraction quickly forgotten. You leaned your head on your palm, eyes following the blades motion as Hancock fidgeted, nails picking at a dried speck of blood. You pictured the tip of it pressed to your skin, mapping out a scratched path. Catching on your chest, your neck, maybe even delving further downwards.

"Someone in there?" Hancock asked, cutting through your reverie, having clearly been trying to speak to you.

"Hmm?" You asked, struggling to move your gaze from the knife, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

He gave a snort, a grin stretching over his face, "Never mind. What's got you so distracted?"

You puffed your cheeks out. You'd never hinted at an interest in bringing weapons into your sex life, seeing as it was plenty exciting as is, but something about the image of that knife in his hands...

"How would you feel about using that knife... on me?"

His eyes flickered downwards to where he was still fiddling with the knife, then back up at you, "Why? You thinking about going feral on me?"

You could, if he wanted you to, but, "Not exactly," You raised yourself, crawling over on your knees to climb into his lap. You nipped at that spot behind his ear, the one that always made him shudder. "Maybe you could..." You brought your hands under the hem of his shirt, fingers running over his warm stomach, "Cut off my clothes," You kissed at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, "or run the blade over my skin," you rutted against his hips, feeling the hardening bulge in his pants, "I'm sure you could find something to do with the handle."

He cleared his throat, pliant under your touch. His free hand came up to squeeze your ass, push your hips even closer together.

"You sure about this?" His voice was calm, not nervous, just a casual check in.

"Of course. I know how good you are with that blade. I know what those hands can do. Seems a shame I've never gotten a demonstration, is all." You trusted him implicitly, not only with your heart, but with your life. He could tie you up and leave you blindfolded right here in these woods and you'd trust him to keep you safe.

You bit down on his earlobe, just enough to elicit a hiss, before he turned his head and captured your mouth in a kiss. You reveled in it, the warmth of him against you, the taste of cigarettes and grape mentats.

He pulled away with a grin, said: "Well, that I can provide," the rumble of his words passing through your sternum. Then, with a quick movement, he had you on the ground, back to your bedroll, his arms bracketing your head. From the corner of your eye, you could see the glint of the blade, inches away from your skin.

Then the dull edge of it was pressed into your cheek, cold metal making you give a little shiver. Your eyes stayed on Hancock, watching his focused gaze as the knife traveled lower, pausing over the arteries in your neck, the sharp point of it digging into the underside of your jaw. When you swallowed you felt it dig just a bit deeper, not enough to break the skin but enough to feel the threat of it.

"So good for me, hmm?" Hancock's whisper was a ghost across your skin, so close you could almost reach up and kiss him. "Trusting me like this."

You were sure the wetness in your underwear had spread to your pants, could feel your heartbeat in your clit. Your fingers twitched, desperate to relieve the pressure, to rut against something while Hancock had his fun. He was on his knees, his hips just out of reach, but you thought... maybe if you shifted, you could trap one of his thighs between your legs.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've been neglecting you," In a flash, the knife was gone from your throat, the hilt of it pressed right against where you needed it most.

You let out a little whine, hands coming up to grasp at Hancock's arms to try to give yourself some leverage, pressing your clothed cunt against the knife for some added pressure.

His smile was wicked, knowing exactly what he was doing to you, reducing you to a pliant mess in his hands, content to let him do as he pleased.

He sat up onto his knees, knife gone for a moment as he shrugged out of his coat, then made quick work of the buttons on his vest before that followed too.

The knife's hilt returned to where it had been pressing, leaving you to grind down against it, trying to find that perfect angle through your clothes. Hancock brought his free hand to your mouth, hooking two fingers into your bottom lip, "Open up for me, that's a good boy."

You did as you were asked, went about sucking them without needing instruction, tongue running along and between the digits. Once he was satisfied, Hancock pulled them out, a strand of saliva following.

The knife was laid flat to rest on your stomach as he undid the button on your jeans. It wobbled with every inhale, cool steel sending goosebumps up past your navel. Gentle hands pulled your pants down, pausing in a moment to shuck off your boots as well, the whole of it adding to the pile of his clothes.

He pulled your underwear to the side, pausing just a moment to stare, that truly reverential expression on his face that you'd never seen with any other partners.

"John," You whined, deciding he was getting a touch too distracted, rolling your hips up towards his face in an attempt to get him back on track. Sure enough, those wet fingers were quick to dip beneath your folds, teasingly dipping into that wet, tight, heat before retracting, moving up to rub at your clit.

You gasped at the contact, back arching right up off the ground, breath turning to a soft moan as he found his pace. He leant right over you, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen into your eyes, before capturing your lips again. Some added pressure from his fingers had you groaning into his mouth, one hand reaching up to grab him by the back of the neck, pulling him closer as his tongue flitted into your mouth.

He licked into you, greedily swallowing any noises that escaped, his free hand slowly crawling under your shirt, sliding over your stomach and your chest, coming to a pause to pinch a nipple between his fingers.

"Always so wet for me," He breathed against your mouth, fingers vanishing off your clit again to dip inside you, "Hard to believe you're mine sometimes, sunshine."

"I am," You panted against him, "All yours."

You whined again as he crooked his fingers inside you, his other hand moving to play with your neglected nipple for just a moment before he removed his hand from under your shirt.

The knife, momentarily forgotten, had tilted off your stomach and fallen beside you in the dirt. Hancock picked it up, wiping it quickly off on the sleeve of his shirt before placing the tip of it right onto your sternum, held with gentle pressure.

It caught on the fabric of your shirt, your gentle rocking against his fingers, your heaving chest. The first tear made you gasp, the steel suddenly against bare skin. You watched Hancock's eyes follow the blade, could see the glint of it reflected in his black eyes. It traced down your chest, tearing through more fabric on the way down, until the entire thing came apart, exposing the entirety of your torso.

It traveled over your hip bone, catching on the seam of your panties. A quick slash, blade singing, and you're exposed to the world.

Hancock bent over you again to take a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing ever so gently against the nub on it, tugged on it with just enough pressure to meld pleasure and pain, until you're pushing your chest out to follow his mouth.

He pulls off with a pop, running his tongue along your sternum, up your neck, your jaw, right up to meet your lips again.

His fingers stilled inside you and you bucked against them, desperate to keep him going.

He pulled away from your lips to whisper against them, "Let me take care of you, sunshine?" You nodded against him, as if there were any other answer, mewling when you felt his fingers pull out. You hear the familiar sound of his belt buckle, the shifting of fabrics, and then he was pushing against your entrance, head bowed low as you gave way, the first inch of him sliding in.

You moaned against the intrusion, bringing one leg up to hook around the back of his thigh, encouraging him to keep going. Slowly, he did, sinking in with his usual care, eyes taking in every micro-expression on your face, always looking for signs of discomfort.

You had to tap him on the shoulder to encourage him to move, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed, encouraged by your moans. It wasn't long until you had both legs hooked around his waist, crying out as he found that perfect spot inside you, hands fisting the back of his shirt as he whispered words of praise.

"Taking me so well, baby, feelin' so perfect around my cock–" He gasped as you squeezed down around him, hiding his face in your shoulder.

"God, fuck, John–" You moaned as his fingers find their way back to your clit, rubbing in time to the snap of his hips, each thrust somehow feeling deeper, the slick drag of him heavenly as your orgasm approached fast, ramming into you with the force of a pre-war train car, leaving you clawing at his back, seconds away from ripping through his shirt as well.

Hancock is hot on your heels, hips stuttering, thrusts going sloppy. You barely have the sense of mind to release your legs, letting them fall to the side just in time for him to pull out and come all over your bare stomach with a deep groan.

He collapsed on top of you, heedless of the sticky come now smeared over your skin and his shirt. You brought him up for a kiss, rolling the two of you over so that you could pull the tatters of your shirt off and use it to mop off the mess on your skin.

After more lazy kisses, Hancock leant down and pulled his heavy coat over the two of you, too spent to bother with the rest of your clothes. Your chests are still heaving as you settle into the crook of his neck, buzzing pleasantly, warm with the fire on one side and Hancock pressed against you.

Through heavy breaths, Hancock managed to pause long enough to ask, "Hey, you do have a spare shirt, right?"

You snickered, hiding your face in the collar of his coat, "Yeah, I've got one in my bag."

"Hate to have seen what you'd've done to me tomorrow if you'd let me ruin your only one."

"Mm, nothing too bad," You poked your head out to press a kiss to his cheek, "Too soft on you for that."

Notes:

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[v3nusstardust]

🪷”What are we?” 🪷

Pairing : Huening Kai x SHY!reader

Genre : Fluff🪷

A/N : enjoy bro I wrote this omw to my soccer tournament running off monster and a family size bag of takis yum:3 )

Summary: first date with Kai! cute picnic date in the meadow with your situationship <3 he can’t help but admire you and wish you were his.

You and your situationship, Huening Kai, went on your first date! You made sure to get dolled up. You wore a baby pink soft,flowy ankle length dress. Delicate ruffles adorn the hem, giving it a sweet and feminine touch.

As you both explored the lush , warm hued meadow. The symphony of birdsong and the vibrant dance of butterflies surrounded you, creating a warm atmosphere. "Is this a good spot?" you asked. He gazed down at you, a sparkle in his eyes. "It's perfect," he responded, his admiration of the scenery evident.

After finding the ideal spot, you laid out the picnic blanket while Kai unpacked the food. He sorted the array of delicious treats and savory food on a light blue colored tray.

The sun-bathed meadow served as the perfect canvas for your picnic, the vibrant colors of nature complementing the light blue tray. The sunlight dappled through the branches, casting a warm glow on your faces as you exchanged stories about your life or updates on moments in your life.

You and Kai tried all the food you both made. He brought the sweets and you brought the savory sandwiches. “Try one of these y/n.” He reached to the tray and picked up what looked like an egg tart. The golden flaky crust and caramelized custard filling looked delicious. “Gimme.” You smiled, playfully extending your hand. Kai giggled, his laugh sounded like a soft melody. "No, open your mouth," he teased, a mischievous smile on his face. "You're gonna feed me?" you questioned, a playful yet puzzled expression gracing your features. "Yes, now say ahh," he chuckled. You ate the egg tart, carefully paying attention to the flavor. Kai’s eyes locked with yours, his expression was cute. “Good?” He questioned. You gave him a thumbs up and a wide grin. “Super good, did you make them?” You asked. “I did, I’m glad you like them y/n.” Kai said with appreciation in his voice. You reached back to the tray for another. You're gonna have to show me how to make these!" you exclaimed, savoring the last remnants of the egg tart and gently licking your fingertips. Kai chuckled, "Oh, y/n…" he murmured. "Hm?" you looked at him with curiosity. Kai let out a gentle laugh."You've got custard on your lips."

Your eyes widened, embarrassment flushing your cheeks. "Oh! I do?" you said, hurriedly reaching to wipe your lips. "Did I get it?" you asked, looking to Kai for reassurance.

Kai squinted his eyes, pretending to contemplate. "Hmm, not quite," he teased. With a playful smile, he inched his body closer to yours and lifted his thumb, carefully wiping it over your lips. “Hold on..” he whispered. As Kai's face drew closer, you could feel the warmth emanating between you. Your face heated up from how close he was to you, and you couldn't help but be captivated by the intensity in his gaze.

His thumb continued its gentle caress on your lips, and his other fingers delicately cupped your chin. In that moment, you couldn't help but notice the exquisite details of his features, the way his eyes sparkled and his facial expressions highlighted the depth of his emotions. He looked undeniably pretty, a portrait of beauty that made your heart flutter.

“Is it off?..” you asked in a shy tone. Your question lingered in the air. “You’re so gorgeous Y/n.” Kai murmured, his gaze filled with admiration. You were speechless, unsure of how to respond. "Your lips are so soft," Kai continued, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your jaw, "so beautiful .”The tension between the both of you was intense. “Can I kiss you?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the anticipation hanging in the air. Caught in the moment, you breathed out, "What... what are we?"

Kai's eyes met yours, his gaze unwavering. "Whatever you want us to be," he responded.

Feeling the tension in the air, you decided to break it by pulling Kai into a warm embrace. Your head found a comfortable spot in the crook of his neck, and his hands gently tangled in your hair. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to kiss..." you admitted, a soft laugh escaping your lips. Kai pulled away from the hug, looking deeply into your eyes. “Let me show you.” He whispered. His eyes admired your face. “Please..”

Your eyes told him everything. Deep down, you wanted to kiss him too, but you just didn’t know how. You were afraid of embarrassing yourself. “I wanna make out with you so badly.” Kai breathed out, cupping your face in one of his hands.

Without warning, Kai immediately pressed his lips onto yours. Your head went fuzzy and butterflies swarmed your stomach. You melted against his touch. The simple kiss turned heated and passionate. He bit your lower lip, causing you to gasp, which he took the chance to slip his tongue in.

“Wait, wait," you pulled away, your face flushed and stunned by the unexpected action. "I'm nervous," you admitted, covering your face with your hands. Kai chuckled, finding your reaction adorable.

“That’s okay.” He gently pulled your hands away from your face. “Wanna cuddle?” He asked, a lovesick smile on his face. You smiled back and nodded.

Together, you packed the food tray back into the basket, and once everything was in order, you both laid on the picnic blanket. "We should do this more often," Kai suggested with a wink. He took your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on the back of it. "Come here, in my arms," he whispered, the tranquility of nature surrounding you both. As you nuzzled into his embrace, the quiet and euphoric sounds of nature became the backdrop to your shared moment. Looking up at him, your eyes sparkled with love, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple beauty of a picnic, a kiss, and the promise of more moments together.

Another A/n : bro I was in such a hurry to finish this earlier and I’m pretty sure it’s shitty 😿 lmk what u think bae feedback is MUCH EXTREMELY appreciated 💋

[minjisluvr]

i could get used to this | kim minji

The sand, a shimmering expanse, glimmers under the caress of the sun. It stretches out like a vast, golden mosaic.

The waves of the ocean crash softly against the shore, blending with the sound of your heart beating. Its cerulean depths unfold in gentle undulations, a symphony of blues that shift and blend seamlessly.

All you smell is her. A mixture of distant flowers, soap, and sun drying her hair. There's a sweet, almost flowery scent that surrounds her.

Minji's head rests on your lap, her eyes closed and a peaceful smile on her face.

It's the first time she's had a day off in what feels like forever. She's been working hard, waiting for this day, and she's finally free.

You take a deep breath, enjoying the ocean air on your skin. The sun is shining, the skies are blue, and everything is perfect. The two of you sit underneath a beach umbrella that the both of you struggled to stick into the sand.

You watch her as she lazily drags her hand in the sand, her thumb tracing small circles. You can't help but smile when she occasionally opens her eyes and looks at you.

"You know," she says with a smirk, "I could get used to this."

You chuckle softly, your fingers lightly brushing against her cheek. "Lazy beach days with me?"

She nods, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of playfulness and affection. "Absolutely. Just you, me, and the waves."

"Maybe when we're old and wrinkly," you tease, "but for now, I'll take what I can get."

Minji giggles, her laughter music to your ears. "Hey, don't rush us into old age just yet, bro. We've got plenty of time for lazy beach days."

Her words warm your heart, and you find yourself falling even deeper in love with her in this idyllic setting. The weight of the world melts away, leaving behind only the pure joy of being together.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you reach for her hand, gently tugging her closer. "Well, since we're here now, how about we make the most of it? What's on the agenda, beach explorer?"

She feigns a thoughtful expression, her finger tapping against her chin. "Hmm, let's see. We could find some shells, and maybe walk on the shoreline for a while. " Her voice trails off as she looks at you, her eyes eager and hope-filled.

You can't help but kiss her, your lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. "Sounds perfect,"

[luvriablack]

Restaurant night

Pov: Patrick takes u to a restaurant to meet his friends but it seems that a jacuzzi there is more important than them. Will Patrick join u as well?

Warning ⚠️ : None .just enjoy 😆

It's ’s been now 2 months since I and Patrick became a couple and I now live in Patrick's apartment. He is a bit strict, jealous yet sweet. We are currently in a fancy restaurant with him and his friends. His friends are just so annoying, talking about chicks they met and everything. " How many chicks u saw in Paris?" One of his friends and Patrick and I look at him to see his answer

"Only one" Patrick replies and he looks at his friends with a smug look on his face. His friends are shocked by his honesty.

"Did you find her cute?" Another friend asks and Patrick just shrugs his shoulders. "She was okay I guess." He replies with the perfect mixture of arrogance and coldness in his tone.

"No way, you didn't have success in Paris? But you're so hot dude" One of his friends asks with a big smile on his face "All the girls would drop their panties for you bro."

I glare at Patrick and roll my eyes. I was wearing a beautiful black dress that he bought it for me

Patrick looks at you, he smiles. But then he starts thinking to himself. *Do I not want people to be jealous that I have the most beautiful girl in town? Do I not want them to respect me?*

He looks at you again. "Stop glaring at me." He says in a calm but firm tone.

He looks at his friends and gives them a smug smile. "Oh she hates when I look at other girls, she's mine, you couldn't have her even if you wanted."

I sigh and eat a potato from my plate

Patrick continues to look at you with a smug face. His friends look at you too and one of them raises his cup to toast.

"To Patrick's girlfriend!" His friend says and they toast and then another friend of his says "I wish I had a girlfriend like her, but I have to settle for a girl with big tits, at least I got to touch them."

They laugh and Patrick smiles, in some way, he's enjoying this.

" oh u are just jealous of Patrick because I have what u want but only he gets to touch " I reply and eat my food

"Oh shut up love." Patrick replies.

One of his friends chuckles and he says "Well, it's not just your looks but your personality...you're just so...sweet, we want more details on you."

Everyone smiles at you and Patrick smiles with them. In a way he likes it when his friends talk about you, he feels like you're the trophy he conquered, the perfect woman he owns.

I sigh " the food is the only delicious thing here" I say

Your comment is not appreciated by Patrick. "Stop being so rude to my friends." He hisses in your ear.

That's one thing you're learning about Patrick, if he wants to, he can switch very quickly from that sweet and lovey-dovey guy to that cold-minded and controlling one.

He smiles at you again and he kisses your neck. He tries to smooth things out but you can see the anger in his eyes.

I whisper " I want to go home "

"Stop that, be sweet like you're used to." Patrick replies and he tightens his grip around your waist.

As he does that, he caresses your waist and gently bites your neck. He takes your chin and makes you look at him, "I bought you this beautiful dress, I treated you all the time, I am doing so much for you, and in return, you give me back this behavior? Stop embarrassing me in front of my friends." He whispers in your ear.

I glare at him" then I want another meal. I want to eat a salad " I say

He smiles at you and he kisses you on the forehead. "Of course princess." He replies and he calls over the waiter.

After a while, the dishes arrive: a salad, a steak and a glass of wine.

Patrick makes sure you have everything. One of the reasons he likes to take you to these places is that he wants to show his friends that he can pay for his girl's dinner and that he can treat her nicely.

I kiss Patrick's cheek" thanks " I say and eat my salad

It's not like Patrick is eating a lot of food, he's mainly sipping on his glass of wine, but he's watching you, he loves how you chew your salad and the way you eat.

The others continue talking but Patrick can't take his eyes off of you. In the past, he didn't see women this way, he looked at them and he thought that those little b\*tches could suck his c\*ck. But now, it's different. With you it's different.

" babe...what are thinking?" I ask him when I see him zoned out

"What? Sorry, I was in my thoughts" Patrick replies and he smiles at you, maybe a little bit too sweetly.

"You know I get to zone out like this a lot? Whenever I'm thinking of you, I get like this. " He says and he kisses you on the forehead.

"And don't ever call me babe in front of my friends. You can call me Patrick, but only you and I get to call each other that." He whispers to you, he looks at your neck for half a second, like he's going to bite you.

" I am sorry Patrick " I whisper " want to taste this salad? It's amazing " I say

"Yes, I want to try your salad." Patrick replies in a sweet and flirtatious manner.

He takes a bite and he looks at you. "Wow love, you're right this salad is delicious." He says with a smile.

"Is it more delicious than me?" He asks and his friends chuckle.

I get red" stop Patrick " I say and eat my salad

Patrick laughs with his friends and he takes your chin in his hands.

"Aww love, don't be so uptight, I only made a joke." He caresses your hair and he kisses your cheek.

"Look how beautiful you are when you blush." He whispers in your ear.

You're surprised but you know that he's being honest in that moment.

I look away " patty..stop" I say with a smile as I look at my salad

Patrick continues to caress your hair and he leans on you. "Why should I stop? I want to touch your hair, I love seeing that little blush on your sexy face. It makes you look even cuter." He replies with a smile.

"It's hard for me not to be sweet with you, especially when you look at me like that." He says while looking at your lips.

I smile and in the restaurant I see a small jacuzzi . I smile" Um..I wanna have a bath" I say and get up from my chair and head through the public jacuzzi. I take off all my clothes and I get in happy. I smile at Patrick

Patrick is speechless when he sees you get up and head towards the Jacuzzi. He smiles when you do, because he knows that you are his.

He also starts getting out of the table to head towards you. "Baby-" He says but then he stops talking when he sees one of his friends looking at you (and your body!) with so much lust in his eyes.

He goes silent when he realizes that if that other guy knew that you're together, he would probably be so jealous.

I was still on the jacuzzi " I wanna stay here for a while " I tell him and put my head in the water giggling

He smiles but then he hears his friends talking amongst themselves. "God, is that Patrick's girl? She's so hot, I would love to do things to her." "Oh yeah dude, I definitely agree with you on that one." "But she's his girl, she's not available..." says another one of his friends.

After he hears this, Patrick tries to not seem so irritated, instead he smiles at you and says "enjoy your soak love."

A waiter approaches Patrick " Sir your little friend there is in the jacuzzi and she doesn't have a swimsuit " he says and then he adds" And the jacuzzi is for decoration " he tells Patrick.

Patrick takes out some money from his bag and he gives it to the waiter, he smiles and says "this is for you, but also...the restaurant belongs to me now. I'm changing the rules about the jacuzzi. You're done here, go find a different job."

Patrick looks at the waiter with so much arrogance that he has no choice but to leave.

Patrick then returns his attention to you, and he smiles. "Don't worry baby, just enjoy your bath." He says with a smug face.

I smile at Patrick " join me !" I yell for him and giggled

Patrick grins and he goes over to the Jacuzzi. He climbs into it and then he looks straight at you. "Are you sure honey? I don't think this place is made for two people." He says as the water goes up his body.

He starts to touch your back gently. "Or did you just want me here to...do something else?" He says with a grin...

To be continued( only if it gets likes🤭)

[mustainegf]

can you please write something smutty for dave 🙏🙏

(preferably oral sex giving and receiving but anything is fine)

love your fics sm pls never stop

Bro im never gonna stop writing for you guys, this is also so cute

Dave peeled my underwear down my legs, leaving me exposed and at his mercy.

I twitched at the sensation of his hot breath on the vulnerable skin. "Fuck, you look good," Dave muttered before his tongue darted out of his mouth and into my dripping slit.

I was quick to grab the sheets around me, in case I needed support as Dave attacked me like a man starved of food.

I was already a moaning mess, gently tugging at his long golden hair.

"Mmmm," I hummed. He didn't need any help. His tongue knew what it was doing. "You Taste.." he mumbled as he ate me out. "Taste so good," he forced out, flicking his warm tongue on my clit.

I couldn't tell if his words were genuine or if they were meant to get me off. Either way, he was working magic. "Right there, Dave, oh... oh so good," I smiled as I basked in each wave of pleasure.

The flesh of my crotch was now completely covered in cum and Dave's saliva, his mouth still working at me.

"Keep going, ohh..." I rocked my hips into his mouth, my juices now dripping down his chin.

"Yeah? You like that?" Dave muttered into my pussy, jutting his tongue out and into my hole.

I jerked at the feeling, whining out into our bedroom. "Good girl," Dave whispered. "Such a good girl."

Iloved hearing him talk dirty to me. I bit my bottom lip hard enough for it to bleed, hoping he would think I was enjoying myself and continue this bliss.

"Dave, Dave! I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, my thighs instinctively clamping around his head.

Dave caught this in time though, wrapping his arms around my legs and pinning me back down to the mattress.

"Let go," he demanded, his voice husky. "I can't!" I wailed. "Oh, you can," he growled, sending another jolt through me. I was shaking. I was about to explode. "I'm gonna cum!"

I screeched again, letting go. It felt like someone had turned up the volume in my body. All sounds vanished as I focused solely on Dave and his attentions.

I trembled violently under his touch, his thumbs, which rested at my hips, rubbing soft reassuring circles over my skin.

I lost track of how long I stayed there. Time stopped, or maybe it just slowed down. Everything felt like a dream. I knew I was in heaven. "Oh god, Dave, oh fuck," I moaned. I was shaking violently.

"You're alright, how was that?" He chuckled softly, sitting up to pull his arms around me.

"So good, f-fuck..." I stifled, peppering his cheeks with kisses. "Now it's your turn, sweetheart."

A flame sparked in my stomach, god I loved when he spoke to me like this. And I wanted to touch him, make him feel good as well.

Dave laid back, running his large hand down my side. Dave was always very touchy.

He liked touching, caressing, massaging, anything where he could run his hands over me. "Whatever you want," I whispered, looking up at him. I couldn't wait to make him cum. I could already see the look on my face.

He was already groaning at the sight of me, watching like a hawk as I lowered myself.

"Fuck, please," he grunted, tossing his head back against the pillow. Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved towards him.

Jeez he was handsome, anything I could've ever asked for in a man. My slender hands found the base of his length, giving a soft squeeze before softly stroking.

He moaned softly at the feeling, his hand still holding my hip,

tightening its grip around me. Fuck yes, I was loving this. With my eyes fixated on him, I watched him squirm under my touch, his hips bucking upwards. "Baby," he whispered, his hands coming up to cup my breasts.

I placed gentle kisses along his torso, licking and sucking. I didn't want him to blow too soon. I wanted to take my time, make sure he enjoyed himself.

"Good girl, so good," he praised, my head lifting slightly to look at him. The way he looked at me, it was like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world. I grinned, running my tongue all the way up his member.

Dave shuddered, a whimper falling from his lips. I took the tip in my mouth, tasting the salty precum.

His taste was familiar, warm, welcoming. "That's it, baby," he encouraged me, stroking my hair as I sucked him deeper.

I swirled my tongue around the head, pulling back and letting the mix of spit and precum drip from my mouth and onto his sensitive tip.

I used it as lube to slowly jerk him off before I slid him back down my throat. "Ah, so good," he growled, cupping my chin, looking at me like I was his own personal meal.

Dave forced my head down gently, I could feel every inch and every vein pressing the inside of my throat.

I gagged, but only a little. I had to learn to get used to it. I Loved when he made me gag, especially when he had a strong grip on me. It made me feel so good. It made me feel filthy. It made me feel wanted.

"God, you're such a good girl," he praised me. Oh my god, it was like music to my ears. "Lick me, baby," he said, smirking.

I could hear the amusement in his voice. So, I did. I licked him from the root to the tip, moaning as I did so.

When I got to the tip, I repeated what I did earlier. I flicked my tongue against it before sliding it into my mouth. I added a little suction this time, just enough to tease. "Yes, like that," he sighed.

I did it again. And again. This time, he grabbed my head and moved my mouth up and down his shaft, my hands finding purchase on his thighs. "Oh yeah, right there," he muttered, the sound of his breathing changing.

I swallowed, taking him deeper. I could feel him twitching, his length pulsing in my mouth. "Yes, there you go.”

Dave was completely whimpering now, something he wouldn't dare let anyone but me hear. "Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming." he stammered.

I pulled up slightly, letting his warm cum spurt onto my tongue.

"So pretty," he smiled, brushing my cheek as I swallowed every last drop.

After the shock wore off, I stared at him with a smile. "I love you so much." He sighed, letting his head fall back.

I giggled softly, sitting up to collapse into his arms. "I love you too, Dave," smiled with an exhale.

[idesofrevolution]

Purple Haze

“Who the fuck are you!” You stared at the half naked man lying on your sofa, playing GTA V, the room reeking of weed and… some unidentified scent. “Get the hell out of my house!” You were shrieking like a banshee, yet this studly stranger took no notice of your rage.

“Yo, bruh. Why you screamin’? Calm down.” As if a Valium hit you like a brick, waves of relief washed over you.

“I… I don’t know.” You stood there, dumbfounded. Wondering why it was you were so surprised this dude was in your apartment. You calmly place your stuff down at the door, kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes.

“Man, that fuckin’ job has got you stressed out as fuck.” He sits upright, patting the leather cushion next to him. Your head still fuzzy, you idly find yourself waddling over to him, and plopping down next to him on the couch. He tosses his arm around your shoulder, and hands you the second controller, which you gladly accept. There is nothing like Grand Theft Auto to let out all that aggression that builds up after a bullshit shift. “Sit back, and just let it out bro. I’ll roll us a blunt.”

Marco bends over, opening the pot box. Wait. Marco. Yeah, that’s his name. But, why do you know him? How do you know him? Have you seen him before? It’s as you stumble over the little holes in your memory, your nose is bombarded once again by that strange smell. Sweet. Salty. Sour… It’s rank! Yet, addictive. Your mind occupied on the game, your nose focused on the smell… It’s a sensual overload when Marco finally has the blunt in his mouth, lighting it up and letting out his typical massive cloud.

“Aight, here.” You take the blunt from his fingers, and he tosses his arm around your shoulders once again. You bring the blunt to your lips, and light it. You inhale, taking in that oh so familiar spicy taste of ganja. You sigh as you let out the smoke, settling into Marco’s comfortable hold. You try and pass it back to him, but he quietly refuses. “Nah, man. You need it way more than I do.”

You two shout and laugh together, high as kites as your outrageous shenanigans on GTA coincide perfectly with the absurdist humour the weed brings out. It’s at this point once again that your drawn again to that smell. It tickles the hairs in your nose, giving you shivers down your spine. Marco looks over to you, noticing your obvious goosebumps down your arms.

“Ahh. I know what you need.” You feel a hand grab the back of your head, and within seconds, your face is buried in a dark, dank little space. The smell is pulsating into your nostrils, clearly it is coming from here. “Yeah, I know how you like it. Breathe it in, babe.” You grasp Marco’s meaty pecs and back, pulling your face deeper into the sweaty armpit. He always knows how to treat you when you’ve had a rough day. Marco plays on, smiling, yet nonchalantly unperturbed. You lap up the beads of trapped sweat from his damp pits, savouring each and every ounce of his salty taste.

You pull away from your boyfriend’s musky pits for only a moment; just enough time to slowly and seductively pull down his beat up sweatpants. His gorgeous cock springs to attention, smacking you in the cheek. The familiar sour stench of his musky balls and cock welcomes you back to your favourite place on earth.

Marco grabs the base of it, smirking that familiar, cocky sidegrin. You know exactly what to do. You gently kiss and caress his tip, fondling those melons he calls his balls. Your insatiable lust takes over, as you go down on your boyfriend, deepthroating as if you’ve done it every single day. Each time your nostrils hit his bush, you take in that incredible stench, a product of his lackadaisical stance on showering.

He grabs the back of your head, thrusting his cock into your mouth, throatfucking you like he loves to do. He growls, moans, and grunts as he furiously fucks your face. Each slap of his balls on your chin, you are reminded of the amazing streams of seed that will flow down your throat- your drink of choice. No sooner as you think it, Marco roars out his animalistic grunt as he shoots his massive load down your throat. Stream after stream, neverending. You can feel the cum get caught in the back of your throat, heading up to your sinuses, and trickling down your nose. Each throbbing thrust of cum fills you in ways you cannot explain. As if it flowed from your mouth to your toes, filling you up with every single burst. You found yourself pulsating, your muscles stretching and contracting with every load barreled into your powerful gut.

Marco dismounts your cum-soaked face, and passionately kisses you. His little alpha persona is such a mock up, as you know that he’d rather just light a blunt than boss you around! You look down at the tattered remains of boring square work clothes on your lean, muscled body. What the fuck had happened? Who the fuck wears that shit? Thank god you sell out of your place, so you don’t even have to put pants on! Slipping on your favourite trash shirt, and rancid, cumsoaked undies, you plop back into your seat, while Marco begins to repay the favour you paid him. He’s in for a surprise. You didn’t wash up this morning, so there might be a little… Build up down there. You take a puff of your blunt as your boyfriend goes down on your cheesy cock. Damn. Doesn’t get better than this.

[turtletimewriting]

Very Late Tickletober Day 3: Cuddles

Summary: A turtle pile going to chaos due to some restless fingers.

Note: Woop, woop, this is the sound of the tickle fic warning alarm, woop, woop. You have been warned.

._._.

Leo had never felt more at peace than at this very moment. He was in that awkward stage between asleep and awake but it felt peaceful and sweet. Awareness crept in but he felt no urge to open his eyes. He was warm and cozy with someone's legs thrown over his shell. His arms were curled tight around someone. The weight from his brothers making him feel hidden and cozy.

And a tingling sensation creeping along his palm.

He wiped his palm on whoever's chest it was resting on. It wasn't anything to worry about, just a wayward itch.

A minute passed until it came back.

A ticklish sensation dancing across his palm. Gently caressing along his palm and tracing the lines of his hand with the utmost care. He flicked his wrist.

He tried to settle into an even more comfortable position. This time the listless tickle didn't come back for a solid couple of minutes.

But this time it came back on the back of his hand. Leo truly didn't think he was ticklish on the back of his hand but the tiny tickle was wearing him down. It was a delicate tracing touch from someone's finger that swirled and twirled across his skin like a dancer. A smile naturally curled on to his face.

It really tickled.

He tried to hold still to see if whoever was doing this would stop but the sensations all built on top of each other. Each meandering loop of the finger kept layering the tickles over each other.

Normally Leo wouldn't really laugh from hand tickles. he would flinch and flap around but not really laugh.

But this time he could feel the giggles starting to escape.

"Whoever hehe that is stahahap!" Leo finally snapped, knocking his hand into someone's shell like he could swat away the feeling.

But at the same time he spoke, someone else also snapped, "Mikey, stop moving your feheheet!"

Leo now opened his eyes and was greeted with Mikey smiling embarrassingly with a blush. "Sorry guys. I'm getting a little restless."

Now he was looking, he could see that Mikey had been the one tracing his hand and also was using his foot to trace along Donnie's foot.

And despite his sheepish smile, Mikey was still tickling away at Donnie's foot and his finger was still poised over his hand. "If you still want cuddles then you'll have to deal with the tickles!" Mikey chirped happily.

"Mihihihikey!" Donnie kicked out his foot but continued to lay there with his eyes closed.

The finger returned to his palm but this time, Mikey had grabbed his wrist and keeping his hand pinned. It startled a snorty laugh from him. "Mikey!"

"Mikey, what have we talked about when it comes to tickling your serious boring brothers?" Raph's gruff sleepy voice cut through the quiet giggles filling the room.

"No?" Mikey asked, cutely turning his head to the side as if he was just a cute innocent angel.

"That if you're gonna tickle them then invite me too!" Raph smirked cockily but his voice was still whispered and sleepy.

Not that Leo felt that anymore. Any quiet sleepiness was ripped away the second he felt Raph's hand grab his knee and start squeezing.

"HAHAHA! Rahahaph!" Leo lurched up but the weight of all his brothers kept him down. He barely raised his leg.

"Tag team, bro!" Mikey grinned wildly as he immediately went to start tickling away under Leo's chin.

His and Donnie's quiet muffled giggles immediately transforming into loud unabashed laughter.

Yet it was worth noting that none of them really moved from the turtle pile.

[sunflw3r]

(✦) summer loving , think about you all night (3)

the stars twinkled behind the curtains, minhee’s chest rising and falling as he took deep breaths in his slumber. y/n’s face was illuminated by the light of his phone, his fingers typing on his screen.

jungmo<3:

i miss you omg😖

y/n:

broooooo

jungmo<3:

u did not just bro me…

y/n:

what about it!!

jungmo<3:

we’ve kissed hello😒 i’ve felt your lips!!! that means i cant be bro-zoned!!

y/n:

wtv u say…

jungmo<3:

anyways we gotta meet up or i will lose it!!

y/n:

yes!! we could drive to that swimming beach down the island?

jungmo<3:

ahh we should go!! maybe saturday?

y/n:

hmm thats good for me!

jungmo<3:

rahhhh i cant wait to see you!!!

y/n:

me too!! you should come over to my hotel so we can get ready together<33

jungmo<3:

are you sure im not a murderer or wtv😦

y/n:

not a hundred percent! ill see u there tho!!!

jungmo<3:

EEK okay gn !!

y/n:

gn kisses<33

jungmo<3:

mwuah

shutting off his phone, y/n pulled the urge to squeal loudly back into his throat.

god, why was he acting like this?

jungmo was just a guy. just a guy y/n met on a two week vacation. so why was he feeling like this?

"whatever." y/n muttered, covering himself with the duvet. sleep would take the lingering thoughts off his mind.

"mmh, you're warm." jungmo's voice vibrated against y/n's neck, the scent of his cedar wood cologne now clinging to the white hotel sheets.

jungmo.

he was incredible. the stars in the night sky rested for his beauty, letting the true beam of light glowing for everyone to see. “i can’t explain how much i’m lucky to have you.” y/n whispered, eyes separated from jungmo’s to gaze at the space between the end of his chin and the start of his lips.

“do you… want to…” jungmo whispered, his breath fanning over y/n’s face. heat creeped it’s hands over y/n’s ears, a soft giggle letting itself from y/n’s lips.

“i mean.. only if you want.”

jungmo’s teeth peeked out from his lips, inching forward towards y/n’s.

he smelt like his summer dreams, his wishes for the future and everything he could ever want. “back out if you want, okay? i won’t be hurt.” jungmo whispered, his face fading as he pressed his lips to y/n’s

y/n’s eyes fluttered open, his heart beating quickly as he scanned the room. “jungmo?” he quietly asked, looking to find the boy he thought of. looking over at the alarm clock, y/n frowned as he saw the time 2:25.

he couldn’t escape him even in the sleep.

the ocean’s noise caressed the two as they sat on the sand, y/n’s legs draped over jungmo’s lap. there was no conversation between the two, letting the stars blink instead.

y/n held jungmo’s thigh with the palm, squeezing the skin gently. “i like being here with you.” y/n whispered, brushing the bangs that covered jungmo’s forehead out of his face.

“thanks for coming out here.” jungmo replied, turning his head to gaze into y/n’s eyes with a smile. sitting up, y/n wrapped his arms around jungmo’s neck, leaning close to his face.

“look how pretty you are!”

the soft skin on his nose was pressed against y/n’s, jungmo’s eyes glittering. “are your eyes always glittery?” he asked, jungmo smiling. “when i see you they are.”

laughing, y/n leaned forward, jungmo falling down onto the same. their faces were closer together than when they were standing up, jungmo’s glowing eyes looking down at y/n’s lips before pressing his to y/n’s.

y/n’s stomach dropped as their lips locked together, his hands playing with jungmo’s soft hair. was he perfect? dopamine buzzed in his head as he continued to kiss jungmo, heart beating like it was running a marathon.

“i think you’re perfect.” y/n whispered as he pulled away for a breath, his voice laced with panting as jungmo weakly smiled. “far from it.” the two sentences faded on the summer air as their lips connected again.

his connection on the scene was fading. he was loosing his connection on jungmo’s shoulder’s, his hands fading away. it felt so real. another dream about him?

“-y/n. y/n.” opening his eyes, y/n sat up, seongmin and s/n staring at him. “what’s-“ y/n put his hand to his chest, s/n staring at him with concern. “it’s time to go to the aquarium. i got breakfast for you.” seongmin said, pointing his head towards the table with a small pastry and a cup of water.

“oh. i’ll be right out.” y/n spoke, a frown on his face as he thought of the man he couldn’t touch right this moment. “you alright?” s/n asked, y/n nodding as he pulled himself out of bed. “i’m fine. i promise i’ll be ready soon.”

the two soon left the room, leaving y/n alone with the lingering thoughts and mirage like touches he thought were so real but were fake instead. he yearned for jungmo, maybe because he was lonely, maybe because he enjoyed his presence. putting some of the sweet pastry in his mouth, y/n let out a sigh that exhaled the thoughts of the man that plagued him in joy.

saturday couldn’t come fast enough.

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