#gods tho I’m so weak for his legs

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His legs look so soft

THEY DOOOOOOO

In that video I posted yesterday that’s for us all feral his legs and thighs look so soft and bite-able ugh 🫣🫣

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Feyd x WoC Reader (can be read by anyone tho)

you and Feyd have this thing and it can never be more.

warnings: Feyd bc let’s be real, smut, a little degradation, breeding kink

note: I love feyd, don’t know if I did him justice at all BUT the need to write him just won’t leave me be. I have a few others in the works so let’s see how it goes. Also no proofread, it’s late and I’m horny so yea.

No description of ethnicity but reader when I write is always written with myself in mind. It’s soooo self indulgent.

if you like it, love it, fuck with it leave some love. I DO NOT give permission for my shit to be used anywhere by anyone.

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You know you shouldn’t be doing this but you just can’t help yourself. In all honesty how could you be expected to control yourself and behave like a lady of a great house when HE exists, when he was fucking you completely stupid against this cold wall in a darken slightly hidden hallway in the fortress. 

You were extremely thankful this meeting of the great houses was taking place on Giedi Prime because not a living soul on this planet would dare speak of seeing the sight that the two of you made. Completely lost in each other, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked into you with a desperate need, his muscular ass on display, your face full of pleasure as he bite love marks into your chest where your breast were fully exposed - because he knows there’s less chance of anyone seeing and he only even thinks of that for you and your honor - His plump lips pulling a nipple into his soft wet mouth to suck making you cry out.

Even your handmaids could be sent away and wait where they wouldn’t be spotted without you because he could do so on his own home planet though he probably could manage it on any planet he was that feared. You were lucky enough to sway your father to let you bring the only two you knew you could trust. 

You could hardly keep your thoughts together when a particularly hard slow thrust made you scream out. You knew you were caught letting your mind wonder. 

He tsked against your ear, his blacken teeth nipping the lobe before his tongue flicked it.

“Am I boring you my lady?” His deep raspy voice questioned in the deathly quiet hallway. 

“No my love, know s-sometimes can’t help it” You answered breathlessly as you pulled your head back, your hand cradling his cheek as your eyes finally found each others.

Sometimes you got too caught in your thoughts and worries about being found, something he didn’t like. He was the kind of man that didn’t like anything to take your attention away from him and with the limited time your both able to find to be together he demanded you were fully present with him at all times and if not he’d have to bring that pretty little mind of yours back to the situation at hand.

He smirked, it was then you realized he had pulled out. The empty feeling sitting in. 

“Then let me help you” 

Before you could respond his thick long cock was pushing past your sensitive lips and burying its self deep within you to the hilt. You choked on your own scream as his pelvis pulled back and snapped forward with another hard thrust. You felt every veiny inch of him within your slick tight walls. 

“Oh fuck” you moaned eyes rolling back as he continued his short brutal thrusts “oh Feyd, please”. 

“Please what?” His deep voice mocked.

“Please, please wanna cum” you mumbled hardly getting the words out as your head fell backwards into the wall.

“Would you let me fuck you like this in front of all of them? In front of him?” He mocked some more, the “him” carrying the hatred you knew he had for the man he viewed as weak that your father had promised you to. 

“Oh god yes! ‘M all yours!” You yelled desperately, pinned to the wall like decor, a fine piece of art as he drove his cock into you at that tortuous pace. It was hard, slow and deep. 

His large rough callous hands which were somehow still soft held your bare ass under your dress to keep you in place as he fucked you. His fingers tips gripped you so tight you were sure there would be bruising. 

“Let him see how wet I make you? How my pretty girl screams for me? Begging for my cock?” He rasped as his eyes bore into yours, your faces were so close at this point your sure you both were just breathing in eachothers breaths.

Your tight walls clenched even harder on his throbbing cock causing him to falter slightly, his hips needing a split second to get back into rhythm. 

“Fuck!” He roared in that unique tone of his, “Look at you getting wet like a whore” he spat at you, though there was no malice.

“Getting fucking wet when I talk about fucking you in front of him, is that what you want? Want him and the whole known universe to know that you belong to me? That you belong to na-Baron Feyd Rutha Harkonnen? Know how well you take my cock?” He gritted, the look of pure possessiveness in his blue eyes as his nostrils flared, his full bottom lip being pulled between his teeth.

You couldn’t help the tears that sprung, and your nails that dug into his back no doubt breaking skin, you heard the hiss pass through his lips at the pleasure of it but he was just fucking you so good, splitting you wide open on his cock and saying the most nastiness things a lady of a great house should never hear. He was speaking to you a way no one would ever dare and it was driving crazy you like he knows it always does. 

“Y-yes! Wan’ them all to know!” You moaned as your shaky breath washed over his full lips. You closed the small space and took his mouth upon yours, his opening immediately to take dominance over your tongue. The kiss was just as messy and sloppy as the fucking currently happening in a hallway anyone could walk down. Yet you couldn’t care less because of the pure ecstasy he was making you feel and because you knew Feyd would kill anyone stupid enough to walk this way, let along gaze upon you in this state. 

The rest of the world may have not knew but those here did and they knew better than to ever speak on it. 

Here they all know you belong to Feyd and that made your heart soar because you’d give anything for all to know. 

“Fuck pretty girl” he groaned against your wet mouth, “You’re dripping down my balls, my fucking thighs are wet with you”.

His words just made you moan louder.

“Go head, cum for me, let go my pretty little pet” he rasped.

The scream that tore through you should make you embarrassed how much you sounded like a common whore but nothing in you could muster a care in the world. Feyd was worth everything. Worth getting caught, worth the embarrassment on your family, worth whatever came with being found out. 

Your body shook as the force of your orgasm pushed Feyd’s cock out, momentarily catching him off guard before the loss of your heat and your desperate whine at the action caused him to snap back in action and drive his cock back in til he was brushing your cervix. 

Your body continued to shake as your pussy claimed his cock in a vice grip and your eyes rolled back, your mouth hanging open with some slight drool down the corner. Everything about the moment sent a chill down Feyd’s  spine as his balls drew tight and his cock swelled, the release of his cum shooting into your warmth and drenching your walls with his thick seed. 

How Feyd wished more then anything you both could allowed it to take, the thought of you claimed in that way, round with his child caused Feyd release to prolong. A groan ripping through his chest, as his cock continued to spurt his cum into your warm haven. Desperate to see you round, full of him. 

“Fuck!” 

Your hands guided his head as you brought him in for an embrace. Your faces pressed together.

The both of you stayed that way for awhile. Deep breathing slowly coming to a normal pace as the mixture from both your releases cooled on each of your thighs. 

He slowly pulled out his soften cock as you verbally mourned the loss. 

Feyd helped you fix yourself before slipping his cock back into his pants and pulling them back over his hips. He hadn’t pull them down far to begin with with the rush you both were in. Just enough to get his impressive cock out. 

“Did you mean it?” He asked catching you off guard with the softness and vulnerability of his deep raspy tone. 

You searched his handsome face looking for an answer before it hit you. You fought back the tears that threaten to fall. The sadness that washed over you you wished wasn’t the reality.

“Of course, more than anything but we both know it would never happen Feyd. I am already betrothed” you remind him. “My father will not reconsider, not while house Fenring has offered so much and he still carry’s hatred for the Baron”.

Feyd didn’t seem surprised at your statement, it was the truth you both knew. He just seemed to be contemplating and that worried you. You didn’t want him to do anything that would get himself into trouble.

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It was two long days later when you got to see Feyd again, this time in the arena. You don’t understand how it all happened because it had happened so quickly. 

You were sitting up in the guest seats watching with a few the other young lady’s of great houses, gossiping about Feyds skill and brutality with the rest of your respective families when Feyd had just finished his slaughter. He stood there proud after taking off his shield and finishing in an even more entertaining way when all realized some of the slaves weren’t drugged. 

He raised a single fist as the roar from the area slowly came to a stop. A servant rushed to him handing over something. You sat watching with all wondering what was happening since this wasn’t customary for the end of the fight. 

“What is the na-Baron up to?” One of the lords from the other houses asked as everyone watched. 

Your heart raced as you watched through your glasses as he brought a mic up to his mouth. He smirked before announcing his challenge to the young lord of house Fenring for your hand in marriage.

You could swear he looked directly up at you high in the sky above him smirking before he cut his palm, made a fist and pounded his chest in a salute of ultimate respect. The stunned crowed of Giedi Prime following their beloved na-Baron. The sound was deafening. Your breathing stopped as you heard all the gasps around you. The young lady’s grasping at you asking a million questions as your father and Lord Fenring jumped to their feet yelling their rage at the disrespect of the young na-Baron. For they understood things were different here and just like the na-Baron was currently explaining on Giedi Prime his challenge must be accepted by the young lord himself and he would not be able to choose a fighter instead where the laws of marriage was considered. It was fight to the death or be shamed and seen as weak. Which on Giedi Prime was seen as the worst fate. To refuse meant House Harkkonen would refuse to acknowledge House Fenring because of their weakness. All deals and trade voided. 

You couldn’t slow your breathing as you leaned on the railing watching him watching you. You could hear the commotion around you and the young lord Fenring fighting with his father over his acceptance before making his way out the room. Hope bloomed in your chest, you knew your father could not refuse a display like this. Such an open declaration of love, of ownership. You were his and he would fight to the death to make it so in all ways.

It wasn’t long before you seen doors on the stadium floor beginning to open. And Feyd’s smirk turned into a monstrous smile full of blackened teeth. You were his and it was time all knew. Giedi Prime would finally have their na-Baroness. 

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girl of your dreams (d word matty x reader smut)

early days of the relationship, sneaky post-show hotel room sex. warnings for d word mention (duh), exactly one (1) spank, matty going down soft sound, unprotected sex (girly is on the pill tho), and creampies. enjoy <3

“yeah, yeah, goodnight,” matty smiles as his bandmates disappear into their respective rooms, entering his own when the locking mechanism clicks open. he's used to that sound now, used to quickly sliding the do not disturb hanger onto the handle, used to kicking his shoes off and placing the keycard near the door and yawning as he turns the corner into the bedroom proper.

what he's not used to, however, is seeing you there, sprawled out on his bed watching tv, wearing your glasses and a champagne-coloured satin nightgown that quite honestly makes him go weak in the knees.

he wants to get used to it, though. really, really wants to. he's determined to, actually. but first, he's determined to make up for being later to your rendezvous than planned. “hi, darling,” he smiles (how could he not, looking at you?), shrugging his jacket off en route to the bed. “i'm so sorry it took me so long to get here.”

“s'alright, baby, i understand. newcastle show and all,” you crawl to the end of the bed to meet him, and the way your tits swing as you do affects him almost as much as the pet name does; both of these things pale in comparison to the way you kiss him, though, all soft lips and quiet sighs, hand coming up to hold his face while you smile into him. when the kiss ends, you press your forehead to matty's, and it takes all his focus not to swoon. “your family are lovely, by the way. ‘specially your dad.”

matty laughs softly. “yeah, he was telling me how canny he thinks you are. says i should be paying you extra for the fact you're the one waking me up every morning.”

“oh, no, i like the kiss currency thing we've got,” you giggle, pressing one to his nose and sending his heart racing. “but were you really that much of a nightmare when you were little?”

“christ, yeah. he didn't detail it?”

“no, he was very sweet. maybe he was trying to make you seem cool,” your pretty face shifts into a smirk, and matty braces himself for the inevitable. “i mean, your family are all so concerned with when you plan on settling down - maybe he was trying to make you seem appealing to me.”

“take it you heard them asking me if i was seeing anyone, then?”

“yeah. was funny,” you peck his lips. “and your answer was very good.”

matty hums, thinking back to the there's someone, yeah, but she's too good for me so i'm playing it cool right now he'd placated his family with. which, to be honest, isn't a total lie. “good, good,” he gently lowers you so you're lying on the bed, crawling atop you and resting his arms on either side of your head; yours rest on his shoulders, pretty nails gently scratching at the back of his head the way he likes. “and was my dad successful?”

“at making you appeal to me? oh, yeah,” the playfulness in your eyes is addictive. “i’m really quite fond of you, matthew.”

god, the way you say his name! “feeling's mutual, gorgeous,” matty leans back, letting his calloused hands lightly skim up the sides of your torso. “love this outfit, by the way.”

“m'glad. bought it with you in mind,” the revelation sends matty reeling, and it's only worsened by what comes next. “dunno if you could call it an outfit, though.”

“why not?”

you smile, sweet as sugar. “because i'm not actually wearing anything else, darling.”

jesus christ. blood rushing in his ears, matty stutters out a response. “you serious?”

a nod, a suggestive bite of your own fingertip. “see for yourself.”

what a fool he would be to do otherwise. blood still pumping in his ears, and travelling more towards his trousers by the nanosecond, matty drags himself down your body and settles himself on the bed between your - fucking gorgeous - legs. with something almost resembling trepidation, he slowly pushes the silk up your thighs, jaw dropping in a groan as he takes in the enticing wetness pooling between them on your cunt. “fucking hell, sweetheart,” he moans, hand tracing up your slit and circling your clit as if on instinct, making you jerk with a whine and his dick jump as a result. when he brings his fingers to his lips and the delectable tang of you hits his tongue, matty's necessary next step becomes crystal clear. “please, please let me eat you out.”

your reply nearly makes him cum there and then - another thing matty's still unused to is the new nickname you've been trying out together, but it isn't half fucking incredible. “yes, daddy.”

matty thinks he breathed out a “thank you” as soon as the words left your lips, but he can't be sure; the only thing he can focus on is getting his mouth on you, licking upwards to your clit before wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and flicking over it with the tip of his tongue, just the way he was elated to discover you like. he can't help but moan into you when he hears your little whimper of “oh, just like that, yeah”, smiling when you moan louder in response and clamp your thighs around his head - a second later, when realisation seems to hit, you go to loosen your grip with a half-whined “m'sorry, daddy”, but matty just shakes his head (which has you moaning again as his tongue slices across your clit) and shuffles himself around so he can wrap his arms around your thighs and keep them there. not out of masochism - well, part of it is - but more out of the fact that your thighs locked around his head is proof that this is really happening, and he isn't just dreaming about going down on you like he did for months after first meeting you. 

of course, reality is so much better than those dreams: matty could never have imagined how good you actually taste when he's licking into you with nothing short of desperation, or how beautiful you look when you're all fucked-out, or the way your voice goes all shaky when you're about to cum. which, incidentally, is what's happening now - “m'close, daddy, m'so fucking close. wanna cum, please, please let me cum!”

seems as good a time as any for matty to take a breath, he thinks. pulling away from you just long enough to take in a lungful or air, he nods. “cum, princess.”

with a dazed smile so beautiful it breaks his heart a little bit, and a breathy “thank you”, you obey, body tensing and releasing a final time, accompanied by shaking limbs and broken whimpers of his name and his nickname and god only knows what else. matty kisses your inner thigh, resting his head on it and letting you come back down to earth in your own time; he likes watching you like this, anyway, worn-out from pleasure and a little bit haphazard. your hair's a mess, your glasses are askew (he's also far more into them than he initially thought, to be honest), and your nightgown is really quite crinkled, but he can practically feel the adoration for you emanating from himself. 

you're so beautiful. and you're his. he still can't quite believe it's not a dream.

you rake a hand through his sweaty curls, and he's reminded that this is all real. he kisses your thigh again, and you giggle. “hi.”

“hi, darling,” matty rubs a little loveheart on your thigh with his thumb. “how you feeling?”

“so good. thank you, gorgeous,” you smile, while matty's cheeks burn at the compliment. “how are you?”

“i'm good, angel, i'm really good.”

“tired at all?”

he shakes his head. “not really. but we can go to sleep now if you want,” he smirks when you shake your head enthusiastically. “no? there's something else you wanna stay up for… princess?”

you bite your lip, nodding. he huffs out a laugh. “need you to tell me what it is so we can do it, sweet girl. come on,” he pulls himself up slowly, pressing kisses up your stomach and resting his head on your tits. “tell daddy what you want.”

“i - oh, fuck,” you whimper as matty tugs down the top of your dress and mouths at your nipple. “want- want you to fuck me, daddy. please.”

he knew it was coming, and yet matty still feels heat trickle down his chest right to his dick when you speak. “good girl. and how do you want to be fucked, princess?”

“in front of the mirror,” your voice is clear, sure, sexy; it crumbles when you talk again, but matty thinks your secret desire is even hotter. “wanna watch.”

the next few minutes are a blur to matty, which he reckons he would put down to some weird primitive horny instinct to just fuck you as soon as he can. he remembers kissing you, but nothing about how he got you on your hands and knees before the mirror or undressed himself; post-kiss, the only thing he can focus on is the feeling of inching inside your soaked cunt, watching your eyes roll back into your head, listening to the choked moan that leaves your kiss-bitten lips as he bottoms out inside you with a murmured “fuck”. he kisses your shoulder, smiling into your summer-scented skin at the way you giggle deliriously. “feel so good around me, baby. you want me to fuck you now?”

“please,” your jaw slackens as matty starts to move his hips; when he speeds up, groaning at how wet you are, how brain-meltingly tight, you whimper, and he has to force himself not to cum then and there. “daddy…”

“i know, sweetheart, i know. doing so well for me,” matty coos, eyes fixated on the reflection of your tits bouncing in the genuinely most perfect way with every thrust. christ, he's really lucked out with you, hasn't he? sweet, smart, fucking gorgeous… he's punching well above his weight. “my beautiful girl. want me to get you off again, princess?”

you nod, whimpering when his hand meets your asscheek; as he rubs the stinging skin, matty sighs. “words, baby, come on.”

“sorry, daddy. yes please.”

he leans forward to kiss the nape of your neck, moving to whisper in your ear. “good girl.”

his hips speed up, so much so that he can already feel the muscle aches he'll wake up with tomorrow. but it's more than worth it to see you like this, to make you like this, wanton and writhing and whining every time your bodies meet; the way you're beginning to clench around him in the way matty's learned is a sign that you're about to cum spurs him on, too, desperate to get you off and chase his own release. “c'mon, princess,” he pants, gripping your hips as tight as possible to keep up momentum. “need you to cum for me, yeah? cum, and i'll fill you up. know you fucking love it when i do that, don't you? love being a good girl for daddy.”

“yeah,” comes the broken cry in response. your cheeks are stained with mascara tears, streaming from your hazy eyes, and your whole body appears to be shaking - suddenly, it tenses, and matty hisses at the feeling of you vice-tight around his dick. “m'cumming, oh fuck, fuck!”

there's an influx of warmth and wetness around him, and matty can't help but follow in your footsteps. “shit, me too,” he moans, brain foggy but body still slamming into yours, syncopated now; he clings to you as he cums, eyes rolling back into his head as he finishes deep inside your cunt. your arms give out, and matty follows your fall onto the bed, draping himself over you without pulling out and pressing his lips to the back of your neck. “jesus christ, princess, you're so good,” he kisses your cheek when you giggle, a sweetness incongruous with the fact he can feel his cum dripping out of you. “y'alright?”

“yeah,” you turn to catch his lips with yours, a tender kiss that ends with you looking at him so adoringly he almost can't take it. “thank you, baby.”

“anytime. s'my pleasure. and yours, i s'pose.”

“you're so silly.”

“and you're into it.”

“i am, yeah,” you smile, and matty swears he can feel butterflies in his stomach. “i'm just very into you.”

“i feel the same about you,” matty strokes your hair, yawning. “shall we shower? or d'you wanna stay like this for a bit, darling?”

you beam. “wanna stay like this forever, matty. but,” you wink. “given that we're both working tomorrow, maybe we should limit it to, let's say, five minutes of this before we shower?”

god, he's so obsessed with you. “whatever you want, my girl.”

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puppy. | j.drysdale

a/n: so i actually started this this morning before the trade was announced😀 but here’s a quick(ish) little ig edit since i haven’t posted anything in awhile while i work on the tbosas fic that will be coming soon!!

rip trevjamie tho man idk how i’m gonna recover this is like barzy and beau all over again

anaheimducks posted:

anaheimducks: we have a four-legged announcement on #NationalPuppyDay! everyone say hi to Daisy!

comments:

user1: can we talk about jamie with daisy🥺

user2: trevor and jamie look like they need a dog

-> yourusername: don’t encourage them🤧

trevorzegras: @yourusername 🥺🥺🥺

-> jamie.drysdale: @yourusername please🥺🥺🥺

-> yourusername: are you gonna take care of it🥺🥺

-> trevorzegras: YEAH

-> yourusername: LIES you don’t even clean up after yourself

-> trevorzegras: HEY

-> jamie.drysdale: she has a point z…

-> trevorzegras: DON’T TAKE HER SIDE JIMMY

-> user3: this is so entertaining

jackhughes: @yourusername just let them have a puppy

-> trevorzegras: PUPPY! PUPPY! PUPPY!

-> yourusername: you live across the country jack you don’t get a say in this

-> jamie.drysdale: PUPPY! PUPPY! PUPPY!

-> colecaufield: but look how excited they are🥺

-> yourusername: cole you’re not even in the country

-> masonmctavish23: puppy???

-> yourusername: oh god not you too

-> trevorzegras: i promise to put it in direct sunlight and water it everyday🫡

-> yourusername: oh my god

-> jamie.drysdale: he’s joking! (i think…)

-> yourusername: you two are gonna be the death of me

-> trevorzegras: so PUPPY????

yourusername posted:

yourusername: @trevorzegras @jamie.drysdale puppy.

comments:

trevorzegras: PUPPY!!!

jamie.drysdale: PUPPY!!!

masonmctavish23: PUPPY!!!

colecaufield: PUPPY!!!

jackhughes: PUPPY!!!

_quinnhughes: you’re weak

-> yourusername: i know😞

yourbffsusername: how much did they pay you

-> yourusername: a year’s worth of cleaning the bathroom for trevor and a year’s worth of back rubs from jamie🥰

-> trevorzegras: i still think the difference in payment is unfair

-> yourusername: you may be my boyfriend’s boyfriend but you’re not mine

-> trevorzegras: 😞

anaheimducks: a new friend for daisy!!

-> yourusername: that’s what sold me on little miss maisie☺️

-> trevorzegras: for the record i wanted to name her nutter butter

-> colecaufield: NUTTER BUTTER🥜🧈

-> _quinnhughes: are you trying to ruin the poor dog’s life

-> jackhughes: i call for a re-vote between maisie and nutter butter

-> jamie.drysdale: y/n says no

-> yourusername: i’m not naming my child nutter butter.

jamie.drysdale posted:

jamie.drysdale: everybody say thank you @yourusername :)))))))

comments:

trevorzegras: thank you y/n!!!!!

colecaufield: thank you y/nnnnnn

jackhughes: thanks best friend y/n

-> yourusername: i think that title actually belongs to quinn

-> jackhughes: ouch

-> _quinnhughes: thank you best friend y/n

-> yourusername: you're welcome quinny

masonmctavish23: thank you y/n for making me an uncle

-> yourusername: ofc ofc

-> user2: aw mason’s her uncle🥺🤧

yourusername: you're lucky you're cute

-> jamie.drysdale: don't i know it

-> trevorzegras: and what about me???🥺🥺

-> yourusername: you're lucky your boyfriend's cute

-> trevorzegras: i'll take it!!!

yourusername: our maisie girl🥰

-> jamie.drysdale: my two girls😘

-> trevorzegras: our nutter butter😊

-> yourusername: your godfather privileges are so close to being revoked zegras

-> masonmctavish23: the dogfather

-> yourusername: you're next in line don't worry mac

-> trevorzegras: after that joke??!!!??

-> masonmctavish23: i'm committed what can i say

trevorzegras posted:

trevorzegras: welcome to the family nutter butter!!

comments:

yourusername: that is NOT my daughter's name

-> trevorzegras: OUR daughter

-> jamie.drysdale: something i wanna know??

-> yourusername: jamie please tell your boyfriend that our daughter is not named after a cookie

->user1: their family tree is so confusing

jackhughes: NUTTER BUTTER!!!

-> _quinnhughes: and you wonder why you weren't named godfather

-> jackhughes: y/n is this true😭

-> yourusername: thanks for breaking the news for me quinn

-> jackhughes: wow🤧

-> yourusername: so sorry😐

colecaufield: is it still too late for a name re-vote?

-> yourusername: yes.

-> trevorzegras: still up for debate

-> masonmctavish23: is it too late to claim my godfather title?

-> yourusername: please do i can’t take them anymore🤧

-> trevorzegras: you can pry my title out of my dead hands😤

-> yourusername: promise😍

-> jamie.drysdale: don’t tempt her z

anaheimducks: daisy and maisie duck!!

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★𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

Matt x fem!reader

Proofread:mhm

Word count:1443

WARNINGS:drinking/being drunk, cheating,physical abuse mentioned,depression themes,self destructive reader,reader is kinda dumb at the end tho

A/N:I don’t think Matt would ever do this but idrc.I wanted to write some sad angst shit yk.anyways yea I don’t think Matt would ever cheat or hit his gf so like don’t come after me.Also tysm for 50 followers!!kinda crazy since i only started writing on here abt a month ago but yea, TYYY💗💗

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No thoughts consumed my head as I took another swig of vodka.the tv was on but I wasn’t tuned in.i’d been on this couch for God knows how long.my legs feel numb.another sip.

Food would be scarce if I was hungry.eating never crossing my mind which was only replaying what had gone down two days ago.me and Matt got into a fight.not just any fight.he hit me.not just a small grab or a light smack on the arm,he full on smacked me across the face.another sip

I was shocked at first but my shock turned into anger.what we were fighting about in the first place was trivial now.I had been holding back at first but him striking me set me loose.I screamed at him louder than I think I ever have.nonsense spilling from my lips.another sip.

He was stunned by my rage filled yelling.only whispering small ‘sorry’s and ‘are you okay’s.I never got angry at Matt.he could step on my heart and crush it into a million pieces and I wouldn’t be that mad.well that’s what I thought until yesterday.I’m so stupid.another sip

I found messages.messages between him and another girl.one he called “my love” and “princess”.the guy who I thought was the sweetest boy and was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for was actually a lying ,cheating douche bag.it’s my fault for falling for him.another sip.

I was so stuck in my own head that I didn’t hear the front door open. “Y/nnnn” as all I heard.the sudden voice would normally make me jolt my head towards it but I found that nearly impossible with the state I was in.another sip

Matt stepped into view.now in front of me.he gave me a look.I couldn’t tell if it was disgust or sympathy.I didn’t know anything about him anymore. “What”I slurred out.another sip

“Have you been drinking?”Matt asked.dumb question for someone who was smart enough to hide another woman from me for months.

“Yea no shit genius,fuck do you want”I spat out sharply.

“I want to talk”he answered.his fist clenched as he said this.

“Get out Matt ''I barely got out as I smiled drunkenly.I don’t know why I was smiling.just felt right.

“No I’m not getting out, we need to talk and you need to sober up so we can have a proper conversation like grown adults” Matt said as I took another sip.I tilted my head back and he snatched the bottle out of my hand.

“Fuck you Matt”I flipped him off as my head went farther back into the arm rest of the couch.

“I’m not gonna let you destroy yourself, this is like the worst version of you”he said, frustration filling his voice.

“You bring out the worst of me baby”I replied.my response making Matt go silent.he ignored my comment.not saying anything as he bent down to pick me up bridal style.i was too tired to protest against this.

Matt mumbled some incoherent side comments under his breath.I didn't care enough to ask for him to repeat himself. "where are we going"i said lightly as i placed my head on his chest, my neck too weak to support the weight of my own head.

"You need a shower, you smell like vodka and sweat"Matt answered my question.he was probably right.i haven't really moved off the couch in at least a day. "can you stand?" he followed up as we entered the bathroom.

"probably not"i said with a slight huff coming out my nose.barely laughing at my own joke.he didn't say anything in response,lightly setting me down.i stabilized myself on his shoulder as to not fall over.once i caught my balance i let go of him.now being able to stand up straight.

"ill uh turn around so you can get undressed if you want" matt said wearily.not to get into any detail but we've been dating for 4 years, he's seen me naked before.so i said just that.

"i dont really give a fuck, i mean youve seen me naked before, not like much has changed in 6 days"i said,the alcohol making me more bold.if i we're sober then i wouldve mumbled a small 'no it’s ok..'

I pulled my white tank top off weakly.my arms and fingertips were asleep. "how you been?" matt asked as i took of my pj pants.i gave him a full blank stare.he knew how i'd been doing. "right, sorry, dumb question" he backtracked

"listen y/n i'm sorry about-"matt started before i cut him off annoyed "can we talk about this later, i just wanna take a shower right now"

“Yea thats…that’s fine”the blue eyed boy said as he left the bathroom,closing the door on his way out so i could clean off my body in privacy.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭��𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

I shivered as I stepped out the warm shower into the cold which had been awaiting me.I was now sobering up.becoming more aware of my surroundings and what i was actually doing.

After I dried off I began to put on the clothes Matt had left out for me.not even noticing him doing that earlier.I got goosebumps as I pulled the hoodie he left out for me over my head and onto my body.I couldn’t help but realize it was his hoodie.

I wiggled into my pajama pants and began to do my hair like normal.my skin care was the same routine as always too.nothing abnormal,

Once I was done I walked over to the door and opened it attentively.my eyes were met with Matt sitting on my bed scrolling through his phone.I didn't say anything though.simply walking over to him and laying down next to him awkwardly.

He set his phone down once I sat on the bed. “How do you feel?”the taller boy asked while looking at me.I muttered a small ‘better’ as I began staring off into the distance.wondering how the fuck I got here in life

“Listen y/n im so so sorry for everything I’ve done to you.cheating was stupid and I realize that.I blocked her on everything.the only girl I want is you I swear”Matt started “I mean your litterly perfect and I know this is cheesy but I’m so in love with you God I mean I wake up everyday thinking about you and I go to bed at night doing the same.your the only girl I’ve ever felt this way for.I couldn’t even bare the last 2 days away from you.the whole time I was sat in bed missing your laugh,and your eyes, and your personality,fuck I missed you.I thought I would be ok but I was so so wrong.please y/n forgive me,I seriously can’t live without you”he finished off

I took a moment to respond.not exactly knowing what to say. “Well then why did you hit me?”I said blankly. “If all of that is true then why did you hit me?” I questioned again, now going into more detail.

“I-I don’t know, something just came over me.you know how I am sometimes.please y/n I really do love you.there’s nothing I want to do more then spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Can I just think about this please,this is kinda a lot to take in and I’m really tired right now.''I said, excusing myself from this whole conversation.

“Yes of course”the boy next to me said as he began to get up and leave.I wasn’t going to say anything and just let him leave as if I don't care.but that wasn't the truth.and I feel like we’ve had enough lies between each other the last few days.

“Can you stay please,I’ve missed you too”I caved in honestly.

“Oh sure”he replied hesitantly as he walked back to his previous spot.we don't say anything else from there.simply laying down and getting as close together as possible.I missed this, and even though I can’t read minds I think he missed this as well.

[tickle-bugs]

If you are comfortable with this, could you write one with Barbara and Adam Maitland with the dialogue “you may not find my dad jokes funny, but I have other ways of making you laugh.”

i realized only after i finished this that i forgot to include the dialogue NOOOOOOO

this is the same premise tho, hope u enjoy it!!!

Not a House, But a Home

“Honey, can you fix us some lunch while I finish this up?” Barbara calls, dropping her paintbrush into the glue bucket. She gathers up the remaining wallpaper as neat as possible and sets it out of the way.  

This house of theirs is really starting to feel like a home. A little too big for just the two of them, but there’s nothing to be done about that. That ‘expanding the family’ conversation always ends in a depressingly existential place, and well…why think about that when she can put up new wallpaper?

The sickly yellow of the original house had always felt like a bad omen, but she’s hoping this pastel brocade will really liven up the place. Maybe the green would bring them some luck in their new lives. 

“Adam, I’m hungry,” Barbara calls again, frowning at where the wallpaper’s already starting to lift. 

She’s never claimed to be good at renovations, anyways. Thank god she didn’t start with their disaster of a bathroom. 

“Hi hungry, I’m dad.” Adam calls back, rounding the corner with a glowing smile. 

“Ha ha.” Barbara puts her hands on her hips and huffs a strand of hair out of her face. 

“You’ll never believe what I found in one of our boxes.” Adam brandishes a worn, bright blue book with garish text on the cover. The saturation is so intense that Barbara can hardly read it. He flips through it, muttering to himself, and stops on a random page.

“What’s brown and sticky?” He reads, mischief dancing in his eyes. She stares blankly at him.

“A stick!” He laughs—genuinely laughs, as if Barbara had told the joke herself. She rolls her eyes fondly. 

“Aw, I thought that one would get you.” Adam pouts. 

“Dad jokes just aren’t funny.” She shrugs. He flips through the book again.

“What kind of drink can be both bitter and sweet?” Adam pauses dramatically. “Reali-tea.”

“That’s just depressing, babe.” Barbara sighs. 

“You’re right. Oh! Here’s another one—when does a dad joke become a dad joke? When it becomes…apparent. Get it? Apparent?” He wheezes, nudging her shoulder. She smiles, but more at his antics than anything. 

“Yes, I get it. You goofball.” She swats his shoulder. 

“But you still didn’t laugh.” He frowns.

“Traditionally, people laugh at jokes that are funny. I don’t think your book is going to help you with that.” She kisses his cheek, resigning to make lunch herself while Adam works this little tangent out of his system. 

“No, wait, I’ve got a winner.” Adam tosses the book onto the dining room table. He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, stopping her escape to the kitchen. 

“How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” 

“Uhm…I dunno?” Barbara instinctually leans back into him, looking fondly up and over her shoulder at his giddy face. 

“Ten-tickles!” 

“Waitwaitwait, Adam! Ohoho nohoho!” Barbara tosses her head back into his shoulder as he tickles her. He kisses her temple as if he isn’t the problem. 

“So you do find my jokes funny!” Adam gasps happily. Barbara squirms in his grasp, her whole face scrunched with laughter. 

“N-No I don’t!” 

“Then why are you laughing?” Adam asks directly into her neck. He’s wise enough to dart out of the way, having enough past practice getting headbutted by her to be quick in his shenanigans. He zips between the sides of her neck, planting fluttery little kisses that make her knees and lungs go weak. 

Barbara cackles, slapping her hands over her mouth to muffle herself. Adam tickles her ribs because he’s mean, he’s so mean, and she grabs his wrists instead. He picks her up a little, vibrating a claw into her stomach, and she kicks her legs with everything she has. 

“Hey. Hey Barbara. What kind of music do chiropractors listen to?” He squeezes her sides, ensuring nothing but squeals can escape her. “They listen to hip pop!” 

“Adam!”

“Wanna hear a joke about construction? Ah, sorry. Still working on it.” 

“Okay, okahahay, you’re funny!” She pats his hand frantically, doubling over in his arms. He lets her go, but not without one last squeeze to the waist. She grabs his hands before he can get any more ideas.

He kisses her, one of those great big mwahs! that she never gets tired of. God, he’s a dork. Her dork. 

“‘Kay, now it’s definitely sandwich time.” She pats his chest, sucking in a deep, giggly breath. Her legs are still a little wobbly underneath her.

“Y’know, I’ve been trying to write a song about sandwiches.” Adam grins. 

“Don’t—“

“It’s really more of a wrap.” 

Barbara sighs with fond exasperation. Adam leans in for another kiss, running off to the kitchen with a yelp when she pinches his side. She waits until she hears the clanging of utensils to release the chuckle she’s holding.  

“A wrap. Classic.” She shakes her head and snickers. 

[yourimagines]

Getting it out on you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Sizekink, Breedingkink and some fluff

- Summary: Smut asked by hrts4amy

Y/n POV

Jorge was angry, angry at everyone but me. He was trashing the room as I sat quietly down on a chair, not moving a muscle or making a sound. “Fuck!” He kicks an other chair and rubs with his hands over his face. I looked down at my hands, not wanting to be seen by him, feeling a bit afraid of this even tho he would never touch me like that. “Why does this shit always happen to me huh?!” He threw something and It flew next to my head, almost touching me. I flinched and gasped softly, holding my hands in front of my mouth, trying to be quiet. He turns around to look at me, his eyes where dark, full of rage but when he met mine his face fell and his shoulders sloughed a bit. “Did I hit you with that?” His voice was much softer than it was a minute ago. I shook my head and he walked up, kneeling down in front of me. “You sure angel? I don’t want to hurt you, you know that right?” I nodded and he grabbed my hands, his hands rubbing mine. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this… I understand if you want to be alone tonight.” He gave me a weak smile. “I don’t want to be alone.” I whispered, afraid to talk. He carefully reached his hand out, gently cupping my right side of my face. “You don’t have to darling…let’s get you to bed.”

I was laying in bed, wearing his shirt. He was downstairs cleaning up the mess he made. “Babe, I’ve got you tea.” I smiled and carefully took it from him. “Thank you.” He smiles and sits down on the edge, taking his clothes off. I was looking at his back, his muscular shoulders. ‘This man if so fine.’ I crawled over and kissed his shoulders. “Babe.” His voice was low. “You sure?” He asked as I sucked on his neck. He turns around and pins me down on our bed. “Baby…you know how I can be after a outburst.” I innocently nodded, he smirks and moves one of my legs up. His fingers traveled up to my panties, pushing them to the side and slipped a finger in. I gasped and he started to kiss my ankle. “You’re so fucking beautiful…” his finger curled up, hitting my sweet spot. “Jorge..” I rolled my eyes and he entered a second finger. “So beautiful, keep making noise baby.” I grabbed his arm and he placed tiny kisses on my leg. “Jorge..oh fuck.” He smiles and started to rub with his thumb on my clit. “Look at you baby, so wet already.” He pushed a third finger in and I just moaned. “Let me hear you angel, just let it all out for daddy.”

I came and he placed that leg on his waist, taking out his big throbbing dick. “Jorge don’t be mean please.” He knew what I meant and nodded. “I’ll start slow, don’t worry angel.” He slowly pushed it in, feeling my pussy stretching out even more. “Jorge.” I pushed against his shoulders and he stops. “Just..give me a moment.” He smirks and nods. “To big for ya?” I nodded as he rubbed over my nipples, squeezing and playing with them. “Okay, you can move slowly.” He started to move his hips, pushing in and out. “Oh god Jorge.” I moved my hands to his chest, moving around, feeling his skin. “You’re so tight angel..” his hand moved up to my neck, gently wrapping around it. “So fucking beautiful, you’re my sweet girl.” He softly squeezed my neck and I moaned. “You like that huh, me being a bit rougher. Fucking you real good.” I nodded and grabbed his bicep. “Let me put a baby in you…god you would be even more beautiful with a full belly.” I whined and he smirks. “You want that huh.” I nodded and his hand went to my stomach, pressing down on it. I moaned as I felt his dick and he moans as well.

He flipped me over, my face was in his pillow and my ass was up in the air. He pushed himself in and started to slam into me. I was moaning into his pillow and he was grunting. “Fuck.” His hands went over my ass, squeezing and slapping it. “Fuck baby, you’re way to good for me.” I felt I was close and moved my head a bit. “Daddy, I-I…” his hand went to my hair, slightly pulling my head back. “Cum for daddy. Cum all over me like a good girl.” I moaned and came hard, my eyes rolled back, my legs buckled and I moaned his name. He didn’t stop as he was moving faster and faster. “Oh fuck…so tight baby.” He released his hand and lay his head on my back. Kissing me and moaning against my skin. “I’m…you’re…fuck.” He was stumbling over his words and came, feeling his dick twitching and releasing his cum inside of me. He was out of breath and slowly pulled him out. “No spilling today.” He mumbled and pushed with his fingers his cum back inside of me. He grabbed his blanket and pulled it over us as he grabbed me and pulled to him. “Come here my sweet angel.” He tucked me in and caressed my back as I was almost sleeping on his chest. “You did so well, I love you.” I nuzzled my head against his chest. “I love you Jorge.” He pressed his lips against my head. “I’m here, just close your eyes.” I nodded and yawned. “I hope everything is a bit better now…” I mumbled as sleep was taking over. “You make everything better…my love.”

[corn-fanfiction]

got a damien karras idea: karras x vampire reader (i imagine them as male but any gender is also fine). the idea is vampire reader notices karras’ ordeal, corners him in a night lit alley and gives him a deal: they can make it so he can be immune to the demon at a terrible cost, only to be refused. they show respect to his faith before bidding farewell, kind of a sad story. they can pepper in charms in between but this isn’t mandatory, for example turning his jaw or teasing him “you know little, don’t you?”. im fine if this doesnt get picked up tho, have a nice day!

Anon...when I tell you I SPRINTED to my desk.

I hope this is what you wanted. I love this sad-eyed hunk and his rando vampire friend.

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Blood of the Father (Damien Karras and M!Vampire)

Rated: T I guess?

Tags/warnings: ANGST, CATHOLIC GUILT, gays being mean to each other, hurt no comfort, religious trauma

It is the greatest of ironies that He cannot step inside the church. Instead, He has to resort to watching from outside the stained-glass window. He watches in the heat, watches in the cold, watches from the well-shaded tunnel of an alleyway. Georgetown was so changeable, but darkness and dimly lit streets are always reliable. The Bible is reliable, regardless of how others choose to change it. But religion? Church? Priests? These are wavering, tenuous. Born on shaky legs and dying on broken bones.

Damien Karras is one so flappable.

He watches him in particular for a very long time. He’s not His only subject, but certainly his favorite, for as long as the dance lasts, anyway. And it does not last long. Yet another leaf threatening to break away with a November wind. 

He’s watching from the ground below, hands in his pockets, the wet leaves illuminated by a nearby lamppost. A swift change in direction and the wind catches a maple and tugs it away with a sigh. It put up what fight it could. Even weak soldiers are still soldiers.

Or Jesuits. He turns when he hears him coming from a half-mile away. Coming from the Macneil residence, bundled up in his windbreaker. Collar turned against the heavy rain. He adjusts his collar, straightens his jacket. Strides along the opposite end of the sidewalk. They meet at the steps and He pulls the priest into a tight space between the steps and the brick casing of a house. 

Damien Karras barely breathes. Whatever he’s just seen makes every simple fright pale in comparison. He’d be jealous if He didn’t feel so sorry for him.

“I don’t have any money,” Damien says. He feels his arms under the windbreaker and smirks. He’s strong, toned, muscles well hidden under any choice of clothing. He could push Him away, really fight him, make a break for it. But he won’t. 

“I know. It’s a helluva good thing I don’t want any.”

To his credit, Damien does break His arms away. He peers back out onto the narrow street, in the direction Damien came from.

“You have no idea what you’re up against. But I do. I’ve been watching you, Dimmy. Not like the other one. But we’re much different, anyways. He’s a certified devil. I’m just…well. I’m a night trader. But I can still offer you a fantastic deal.”

Damien tries to walk as soon as the last syllable leaves His red lips but His arms brace against the brick and the priest can’t budge past them.

“Don’t be rude. It’s un-Christian.”

“What do you want?”

“It’s about time you asked. Do you know the only thing that can really, truly save your soul from the devil?”

Damien doesn’t answer. He doesn’t bother to say God, or repentance, or prayer. The man leans his face close to where its freezing skin gives Damien a chill.

“To be a devil yourself.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sometimes that’s true. Not in this case, however. We have encountered one of the few instances where I know better than anyone, actually. Aren’t you the least bit interested? You can withstand the temptation of that devil down the street, save that little girl’s life? Be a hero?”

“I withstand the temptation of one devil by giving into another?”

“He’s quick,” He sucks against his sharp teeth. “To be a martyr is the best thing in your God’s eyes, isn’t it? This way, you get the title without having to deal with the whole dying business.”

“You still haven’t explained your offer.”

He smiles.

“I am offering eternal life, eternal death, wakeless days and sleepless nights. Sanguine. You’d be immortal, imperceptable, and all for the price of your soul. Isn’t that nice? And you wouldn’t be without company, either. You’d have me, of course. I’ve been watching you, Damien. I’ve seen you, the way no one else has or will. Not even your precious Jesuit friend. You fear for your eternal soul and his anyway. I’m no mind-reader, but I’d say there’s some mutual feeling there. That’s another benefit they don’t tell you about. No one can truly judge you if you cannot die.”

“You can die. Anything can die. And there is one to judge.”

“True. But if you do something much worse first, sodomy disappears to the bottom of the list.”

Damien’s fist collides with the man’s face quick enough that He’s able to register it right before it happens, and He allows it. His head barely moves, his lip splits, but it does not bleed.

“I could go on. Abandoning your poor mother. God cares more about that than who you share a bed with.”

“You son of a bitch-” Damien grabs the lapel of His coat and draws him near. He shakes with rage and tears roll down his sculpted cheeks, mixing with the rain.

“If you don’t believe in a God, then what does it matter? Bring it down to science. I said I’ve seen you. The very idea keeps you up at night. How can you fight against something if you don’t believe in the one weapon you have against it?”

Damien pushes Him away, wipes his mouth with his knuckles. 

“Whatever it is, I’m not broken enough to buy it. Whatever you think you know about me or anyone else is false.”

“And yet you’re still here. Come on. Lay down this burden. Don’t be so selfish as to pawn it off on someone else. How do you think this ends for you? For her?”

Damien looks at the ground. He clenches and unclenches his fist.

“If that, that thing can exist, and if you can exist, and these things you believe in, then there has to be something, or someone to balance it all out, hasn’t there?”

“You’re asking me to tell you if God exists?”

Damien shakes his head, spilling more water droplets onto the sidewalk. He watches them with a hunger.

“I don’t need to hear anything else you have to say.”

The man straightens. “The pain would go away. The responsibility. The guilt.”

“It’s what makes us human.”

The man leans a hand against the brick wall beside Damien’s head. He smiles, then sighs. Wipes his face. 

“I can’t twist your arm?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hm.” A beat. “I lied earlier. The guilt doesn’t go away. I don’t know why. But it doesn’t.”

He extends a finger, exposing a long, sharp nail and traces the line beside Damien’s mouth. 

“You know little, don’t you?”

Damien waits until He takes His hand away to respond.

“I know enough.”

He nods.

“Yes, I think you do.”

He withdraws his arm from the wall and Damien rushes out into the sidewalk. The man follows him slowly after a spare moment, leans against one of the posts of the staircase. Watches him jog.

“Goodnight, Father. And good luck.”

Damien looks back only for a moment, as if to make sure it really was this stranger that was speaking. He doesn’t respond before disappearing from view. The man sighs, turns towards the MacNeil house, mutters something in a long forgotten language, then disappears from Georgetown forever.

[ew-headyhearts]

Body Headcanons

No one asked but here you go. I’m putting this one under the cut because it’s really long.

Characters: Edd, Tom, Matt, Tord, Eduardo, Jon, Mark

TW: I talk about booties and thighs

Edd: 6'1. Man's is chugging cola throughout the day it is no surprise he's heavy set. Not much for personal grooming. He maintains his cleanliness but the most hair he'd let grow out is a light stubble. Really dark leg and arm hair. Has cellulite and stretch marks but doesn't seem to mind. Actually, has a hand full of tattoos! Nothing crazy, they're mostly patchwork tattoos. Although, when Edd and the other three were all in high school they all gave themselves matching stick and poke tattoos. It’s a smiley face that looks uncannily like the ASDF Movie face. Granted none of them had experience doing tattoos so they made Edd do it for all of them. They all have it on the inside of the right wrist and they're all equally pretty wonky. Although Matt ended up doing Edd's making his look the absolute worst.

Matt: 6'4 A God damn string bean. Most definitely the palest of them all, like you could see the color of his veins pale. He is the definition of a pretty boy. Long legs and surprisingly strong calves. Also has the nicest butt of them all. Don't tell him though, it'll only inflate his ego. Will make sure everyone knows you think his butt is nice and the others will get annoyed. Still has acne scars from high school because he was a chronic skin picker. He also still had fangs from the time he was turned into a vampire. Is he still one? He won't tell~ Covered in freckles from head to toe. He shaves, though it’s mostly because he did it once and now he hates the feeling of the stubble growing back. Although he's not the greatest at it so he still gets nicks and cuts. After the experience with the stick and poke tattoo, he never got another. There's a part of him that regrets it, but he'd never think to cover it up or get rid of it. When he's feeling low, he likes to admire it and think about all of his memories with his buddies.

Tom: 5'8 and fucking smug about it. He is BIPOC. He’s a bit anemic so it makes his skin appear paler than he actually is. His height spawns constant arguments with Tord over who's taller. And yes, there was one point where Tom and Tord tried to see who could make their hair taller than the other. Definitely has a beer gut. Also did I mention the happy trail~ ugh- I'm so weak. No ass to speak of tho. Back is built like a board, sadly. If you ask him to sit in your lap it will hurt, he's got a boney ass. However, he does have really nice thighs. Can we talk about his body modifications now? Okay thank God because- ugh! First of all, he had his tongue split, and he loves showing it off. Used to have his tongue pierced but he hated the feeling after a while. All of his other piercings? He has gauges, two other piercings along the shell of his ear, and snake bites. Actually, has a couple of tattoos as well as the old stick and poke one. He’s always down to go get a new one.

Tord: 5'6 and a half, 5'8 and a half with the haircut. Doesn't go out that often so he's pasty. Nowhere near Matt levels of pale, but it's noticeable. Before leaving the crew, he was actually pretty heavy set. Mans looked like the textbook definition of a weeb. However, when he returned, he was surprisingly lean. You can almost see a hint of muscles too. He’s got a gap between his two front teeth. Quite a bit harrier than Tom. Does not trim whatsoever. Never has never will. Nasty stinky man. Probably has ridiculously noticeable pit hair. Likely to get really cringy tattoos like anime girls from hentai. But it's okay pookie I forgive you. After the events of "The End" Tord's arm was ripped to shreds. So, he actually gets another tattoo done professionally on his opposite wrist. He quite literally just got a replica of their matching tattoo. Why you ask? I’m sentimental, okay?

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Eduardo: 5'10 and a half. The most likely to lie about his height and say is 6ft. He’s kind of a manlet and will make it your problem. His parents are Puerto Rican and he’s dark-skinned. Chubby, though he surprisingly doesn't have as much sugar in his diet. Unsurprisingly, Eduardo is actually rather hairy. No one knows why he's so damn hairy and can't grow a proper mustache. Has a little bit of an ass, though he does have really strong thighs. Probably the type to be able to crush a watermelon with them. Not much into body modifications, although he does have his mother's name tattooed on his shoulder blade. He’s high key a total momma’s boy. Used to have his ears pierced but they closed up long after high school.

Jon: 5'3. Doesn't actually care about his height. He surprisingly pretty built, despite his massive sweet tooth. Him and Mark actually go to the gym together. Though he's more into training his legs. Has the highest stamina of anyone. Mans could be a whole track star if he wanted to. Another member of the cute butt squad. I'd almost call it a bubble butt. Also, this guy doesn't know how to dress. Mother fucker would either wear cargo shorts and a polo top or maybe one if those obnoxious Hawaiian t-shirts. Someone please step in and help the guy, I am begging.

Mark: 6'3 and a half. Another frequent gym goer. Can bench press around 230 pounds easily. Although, he prefers to hide how ripped he is with turtlenecks. His hair is so blonde that it can be a little difficult to notice how hairy he is. For that reason, he surprisingly doesn't do much in the grooming department. Except for his eyebrows, he gets them threaded. Had a phase where he was really into vampires in high school, so he has a neck tattoo of a vampire bite. That's why he always wears the damn turtleneck. He has a love hate relationship with that damn tattoo. Absolutely mocks Jon's fashion choice as he always dresses up. Except at the gym, that's the only time he lets himself dress down when leaving the house.

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[linklethehistorian]

Hey, you're an expert on Fifteen novel. What do you think about Fifteen manga?

Well, if I had to rate it right now, I’d give it a solid 8/10, but to say something that isn’t just an arbitrary number, I’ll elaborate a little.

Obviously, I’m not yet finished with the final section(s) of my article on the very crucial differences between the Fifteen light novel and the anime, and why those difference mean that the anime adaption loses just about everything that matters most in the story, but when I get finished with all of that and some extra thoughts in light of Storm Bringer’s existence, I plan to cover the manga in full (and then the Stage Play adaptions of Fifteen and Storm Bringer), so I’m not going to sit down and give a blow-by-blow explanation of every difference between the manga and the light novel right now, but I will lay out a few I can mention offhand.

(I’m placing the rest under the cut for Fifteen spoilers (all mediums).)

Really, at least as of this moment while it’s still far from complete, I consider the Fifteen manga to be a pretty faithful adaptation of the light novel, with just a few small elements borrowed here and there from the anime.

Don’t get me wrong, there are definitely things you can’t and won’t be able to transfer over into the manga from the light novel; like any adaption from one medium to another, there are going to be things lost in translation. Manga can’t easily encapsulate all the same subtle narrations of thoughts and feelings and other details like that, no matter how well it’s drawn or written, but all in all I think it captures the spirit of the novel perfectly. I will say that I haven’t had time to read the raws over myself, but as far as I can tell from DarkestJay’s translations (which admittedly are flawed and awkward from time to time; I think she definitely needs to at least uh, redo that one that implies Arahabaki is a servant to leggings, cause as far as I can remember, that’s not what it said in the raw novel at least lmao), the dialogue is almost word for word in most places, which is something I immensely appreciate.

The only reasons I would give it an 8/10 instead of 10/10 is because of two things.

First of all, the fact that it borrows things from the anime, while not bad in and of itself at the moment, does warrant some major concern for what that will mean in future chapters.

Right now, it’s just little things, like the method in which Chuuya is restrained by Arthur after he is taken to the Port Mafia’s headquarters, or Arthur not wearing a blanket or (as far as I’ve heard, tho I’ve not been able to confirm this myself yet) not burning one of his expensive paintings to keep warm in the remains of his half-burned mansion; all in all, these are insignificant in the grand scheme of things and change nothing about the story (and in fact, I kind of prefer the anime’s restraining method as a matter of personal preference anyway, so it’s whatever as long as it doesn’t harm the course or impact of the tale), but that does not necessarily guarantee us that the things which are changed in the future chapters are all going to be that mild.

I would like time to prove me wrong, but while I am enjoying the journey right now, I am also just as deeply afraid that when it comes time for the banquet and battle scenes, the manga creator is going to choose to follow or somehow otherwise incorporate the anime’s absurd, destructive, and quite frankly weak overall lies about those events. (Oh, and let me save you a little bit of your time, if anyone reading this intends to go on about there being one visual Easter egg in the manga referencing that scene…I’ve already expressed my feelings about that here, and until such a time that there is insurmountable, written dialogue within the manga acknowledging it or direct, objective Word of God from Asagiri confirms it as a retcon, those feelings will not change.)

In the end, it’s all going to come down to whether or not the creator of the manga values the truth or the extra bit of service more, because unlike in the Fifteen Stage Play, which was able to have it both ways by portraying the actual story correctly, then also but putting the handholding scene in a credit sequence, there will be no such option in this form of media; they will either have to stick with one or the other. There is no way to still include the handholding scene without fundamentally destroying a major part of what needs to be established; I don’t want to spend too much time explaining this, as I’ll already be going over it in my article eventually, but suffice it to say that even if you present Arthur’s personality and motives correctly, while it may be a step in the right direction, it is not enough. It is necessary for Dazai to be unable to nullify Arthur’s hyperspace around them for so, so many reasons — not just for the sake of Fifteen and its characters and story, but also for the series as a whole. You either do it all true to form and you preserve everything that matters, or you say fuck it and butcher everything; there is no in-between. If you fail to include any of it, you are failing both the individual story and the series as a whole as well.

We can only hope they choose integrity over the potential for extra cash and favor among a certain subset of the fandom.

And as for the second thing that makes me detract points off, well…it’s simply that, although they seem to at least be attempting it, with all due respect, the manga creator really isn’t that great at capturing the softer sides of Fifteen, and much less the all-important aspect of the inclusion, detraction, and change of light in the character’s eyes, and how that reflects the inner state of the character’s soul, so to speak. In both the main manga and the light novels’ illlustrations, this feature is so incredibly helpful and meaningful when trying to analyze the characters’ thoughts, states of mind, and overall states of being from moment to moment, but although it does appear at times that the creator is trying to emulate it, the manga is nevertheless neither consistent with the main media, nor even particularly good at being consistent with itself about it. It does not seem to fully understand the ways in which it works, nor does, in my opinion, the artsyle lend itself well to any expressions or emotions that aren’t meant to be dark, intimidating, or horrifying. It is a good and unnerving artstyle that is excellent at capturing horror, but rarely much else — at least as far as I am concerned.

It’s certainly not the end of the world, and much better than nothing at all if it means they intend to present Fifteen accurately in the story respect, but it is nevertheless something that makes me detract at least a point off the experience comparatively to the original light novel.

[starwritesstuff]

one shot Leon x reader

rating: explicit‼️‼️‼️ so explicit. i am going 2 hell y’all. tw: guns, gun play. it’s safe tho, no bullets, no threat

word count: uhhh somewhere in the 3.5k range

obligatory no minors or i’m drop kicking ur asses

•—•—•—•—•—•

Occasionally you get to work with Leon S. Kennedy. Occasionally. He’s normally a solo op- something he enjoys spitting through clenched teeth at anyone who suggests he take a team, or a partner. Occasionally, Leon doesn’t get what he wants. 

For you, it just means hours long missions that are filled with irritated little grunts, tersely snapped commands, and little else. It’s alright. Government agencies, terrorist cells, etc, etc. There are worse things than working with a petulant child of a partner. 

The one good thing about working with Kennedy, you suppose, is watching him handle his guns. God is that man good with his guns. The quickness, the gracefulness of which he’s able to point, shoot, reload. You could wax poetic. In fact, sitting here with him, currently watching him check his chamber, you just might. Wax poetic, that is. 

You watch him turn the gun over in his hands- dirt caked under his nails and god knows what else- perform that stupid, stupid one handed press check. It’s showing off, you think, it has to be. That’s a dumb skill to learn. Yeah, yeah good for when you need to wield two guns at once but Christ. It’s not like that’s happening right now. 

Leon glances up, catches you staring. His brows pull low over his nose, knit close together. 

“You look downright pouty, Kennedy, what’s wrong?” You say, uncrossing your legs. Wincing a bit as blood flow rushes back, pinpricks tingling down your calves. He slides his eyes back over to his gun. Shifts its weight in his gloved hand. 

“Haven’t heard shit. Why haven’t we heard shit?” He mutters quietly. It’s a good question- the intel you received was that BOWs had been a heavy presence in this particular village. Remnants of Los Illuminados. Loathe to send Leon back in by himself, DSO had sent you in with him. Better weapons, too. You pat your H&K P8, settled in your holster. 

You shift around some more, boots creaking, sounding like bullets in the quiet of the basement. 

“You’re gonna jinx it. Can’t talk about that shit on an op like this.” You settle for joking, though you’re just about as uneasy as he is. Leon cuts his gaze over to the left- where the door is. You follow the movement, shake your head at him. 

“Wait. We can’t go anywhere yet. You know that, wait for base command.” It’s a weak excuse, as reasons go. Base command rarely ever knew more than whoever was on the mission. 

Leon snorts. But he stays where he is. Pulls out a different gun, his beloved Matilda. You’ve gotta admit- the damn thing looked near brand new, despite being one of his first guns. Thunks his head against the wall he’s sitting up against. 

This was maybe your third, fourth mission with him. You get picked often because you don’t rise to his bait. Calm and steadfast, you’re one of the few that can play well with Leon Kennedy. Mostly. And you’re knowledgeable, an encyclopedia practically. Your background in combat medicine, and not to mention medical sciences, gives you an edge over most environments, able to find, forage and mix together healing plants, to know your surroundings. 

You watch him take apart his gun. Watch those nimble fingers fly over the parts and components and put it back together again. Watch him take a light, two fingered grip on the muzzle. Slide, clink, release. You thunk your own head against the wall. 

See- the problem isn’t so much that Leon is annoying, ill-tempered, aggravating. It’s that he’s unnervingly attractive. You could deal with his bad attitude if you didn’t often find yourself fantasizing about his rough jeans against your bare legs. A glove covered hand over your mouth. 

You turn your head away, press your hot cheek against the cool concrete of the wall. Thank god for dim lighting because you know under your freckles, there’s a traitorous blush. Always with the blushing. To add insult, your ears flame, too. 

“You don’t look so good over there.” Calls Leon from across the room. You resolutely don’t look at him. Grapple for that calm you’re supposed to be known for. 

“Just getting anxious.” Your voice comes out a little more warbled than you would have liked but hey- you sound relatively stout. You think. 

You hear another snort. Chance a glance over. Leon isn’t looking at you, still fucking with his gun. Christ. Has it always been this hot? Your thermal feels a little tight, itching at your neck where the collar of the mock neck sits. You curl your hands into fists on your lap. Refuse to pull a cliche move like tugging your collar. 

You hear a little clattering. Leon is fucking with his chamber again. Spitting the bullets out. Another slide, clink, release. 

“You might need those, you know.” At your voice, Leon looks up. You’re not sure if it’s the low lighting, but you swear you see something… wolfish flit in and out of his gaze. He shrugs easily. Jingles the bullets in his hand. 

“At the moment, likely not. Haven’t heard anything, comms are silent. Shit I’d say this is almost a break.” His lips quirk up in a little grin. You shake your head again. Pull your hair out from its braid. Suppressing a relieved sigh, you massage your scalp. One of these days you’ll choose a less punishing hairstyle. 

You’ve taken off most of your combat gear, favoring the BDUs and your thermal for the heat. Leon’s right- neither of you are going anywhere any time soon. You idly wonder if he’ll call the mission. 

You don’t hear steps, but you do see black boots stop in your field of vision from where you’re looking down, engrossed in rubbing the sore muscles in your neck. 

“Fuck Leon, ever heard of making at least a little noise?” He plops down next to you. Close. You can feel his body heat. 

“Good to know I’ve still got it.” He pulls himself into a casual slouch, turns his body to face you. Holding Matilda, index finger pressed along the underside of the muzzle. 

“Should keep your hair up. Long hair like that is easy to grab for an enemy.” He sounds a lot closer than he feels. You throw an elbow. Connect with his hand- damned fingerless gloves you were just thinking about. 

What is it about that that just… does you in? 

“Shut up, you said it yourself. We’re stuck here for a bit. If you can empty your gun, I can get a few moments reprieve from an ugly hairstyle.” You retort. It’s probably the warmth, his proximity, the fact that you’re sexually repressed and haven’t gotten laid in more months than you’d like to admit, but your patience was scraping raw. 

He whistles, low. “Bug up your ass?” You side eye him. “Hardly.” 

He swings Matilda on his finger. You try not to watch. You don’t think you do a very good job, though. Because he grins- and it’s a sharp thing. Makes your breath catch, just a little. 

He looks at you like maybe he heard it. 

He probably did.

That sharp grin widens. You feel… a bit like prey. What you imagine prey might feel like, anyways. In the low light, Leon’s eyes look nearly black, swallowed whole by his pupils. 

You lick your lips, point of your tongue darting out to sweep over your top lip. 

You’re a little over aware of everything, the gentle shwick-swing of the pistol, the heat coming off him, the sound of your own mouth when you dampen your lips. 

Could cut the air, you think. The tension.

You can see a distorted version of yourself in his eyes, wild eyed, spots high on your cheeks. Mouth spit-slick, slightly parted. You clamp your lips together, pressing them together hard. Try to look a little less fucked out- despite not even having been touched. 

“It’s a good thing you aren’t a spy.” Leon’s voice comes out grating, gravelly. “You’d make a shit spy.” 

His hand comes up, tangles itself in your recently freed hair. He drags your head back, over to him. He slants his pretty lips over yours, chastely almost. Before licking at your lips. Your breath puffs out; you immediately open up for him. He licks hot into your mouth, an easy, silken glide of his tongue over yours. Lazy. Languorous. 

A hand insinuates itself between the two of you, deftly unbuckles holster, belt, pants. Boom, boom, boom. Easy. Practiced. 

You feel cool metal slide up your cheek- he backs away from the kiss, presses the muzzle of that gun, fucking Matilda, against your lips. Still parted. Clacking against your front teeth. 

“Yeah. Yeah, you can’t hide for shit.” He grins his sharp grin again. 

“Leon-” is all you can really get out because he’s taken advantage of the way your mouth opens on his name. Pushes his gun, quickly, through the space between your lips. Fits it snugly behind your teeth. You taste steel. God, you think it’s steel. Is it titanium? Does it matter? 

“If I stuck my hand in those pants, what’ll I find?” You can’t answer him, he knows you can’t answer him. You can only stare. Hope you don’t start drooling. 

It’s fine, he’s not looking for an answer. Not a verbal one, anyways. 

He’s still got you pinned, back against the wall, legs splayed out in front of you. Leather and skin working, shoving past your loose pants. He smirks, you didn’t think that was a real thing- people smirking- but he does it. Glides a finger over slick, swollen skin. 

The metal in your mouth has warmed from you panting around it. 

“Every time I caught you looking at me I swear I wanted to bend you like a lawn chair” he rumbles, “and I don’t mean just this time. I mean every time I’ve worked with you.” 

Your heart gets stuck mid pump. Desperately tries to restart itself. 

“Every little furtive glance. And now look at you- drooling over my gun. Want it that bad, do you?” And you were, you did. A thin line of drool had dribbled down your chin. 

Your hands remain where they were- fisted tightly on either side of your hips. You could reach up, knock his hand down. But you won’t. 

Leon slides the muzzle slickly over your tongue, pushing it just a bit further in. 

“You be good and hold that for me, would you? Don’t. Drop. It.” Shoves it till your lips touch the trigger guard. You swallow hard, tilt your head back to let gravity help you. 

Both hands free now, he jerks your BDUs off, down your legs. Tangles them in your boots until he successfully gets those off, too. You whimper, a real whimper, when fresh air hits your soaking cunt. Close your eyes and clamp down hard on the gun in your mouth. 

Leon drags a hand up from your waist, belly, sternum. To your mouth and with a whispered, arrogant thanks he jerks it out, bits of metal sharply hitting your teeth. 

You decide that whatever energy you have, you won’t use it on lifting your head. You opt for surveying him through heavy lids, lashes down. Trying to remember how to breathe. 

He’s knelt between your obscenely spread legs, spit shining thick on Matilda. 

Your breath rasps in and out in your throat. Saliva caught at the back. You cough a little, try and clear it out. Leon gives you another smirk, another sharp and feral grin. 

“You’ve wetted it nicely for me.” Looks down, lip curling, “though I think I could’ve used it even without your spit.” 

Your lips form a question, but no real words come out because he’s fit the tip right at your, you swear, dripping hole. Twists so the grip faces up. 

“God you’re so wet. This is it, huh? Just a gun and you pant, make a mess of yourself.” It’s said through gritted teeth, but you welcome this kind of muffled, through-the-teeth talk. 

You’ve no energy for words either, focused solely on the thrumming tension. The skittering need that jumps over your skin. You’re vaguely aware that each sawing breath you take has a sweet little moan attached at the end. And that every time you sound that moan, Leon’s eyes go a little crazy. Blinking, jumping to your mouth, ping-ponging between the lips between your legs and the lips on your face. 

You try hard to stay still. To keep your hips from bucking. But he teases your entrances, tip of his tongue poking out just so, looking terribly concentrated. Keeps a steady hand on your thigh, just above your knee. 

You think- rethink- the whole no words thing. Maybe you will beg. Say something- anything. You want to be filled, stuffed until you can’t breathe. 

Leon’s eyes flash to yours and with a little controlled jerk of his forearm, he pushes the muzzle into your cunt. Your mouth falls open on an aborted breath in. Lungs seemingly have forgotten to inflate properly. 

The edges of the blunt metal catch, gentle, on your slick, slippery walls. Leon twists his wrist. Watches with rapt attention at how you moan with every sharp press into you. 

“Please…” you rasp. You’re not sure what you’re saying please to. But he smiles nonetheless. Increases his speed. 

“Bet I wouldn’t have to put my cock in you. I could have you cumming just solely on this, huh?” His voice cracks over the last word, though and you know he’s feeling just as affected as you. 

You nod mindlessly anyways. Though you want to relish in him sliding into you as easily as his gun; you can’t deny that he’s right. That you could cum on his pistol. 

“C’mon sweetheart, cum on my favorite gun so I can stuff you with my cock.” This gets a slew of curses out of you, back arching, rolling your hips down.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl. Sweet, sweet girl. Gonna get you cum drunk. Cock drunk. Whatever comes first” Leon pants, sounds as mindless as you feel. “Christ you’re a needy little thing.” And you’re helpless but to nod best you can, and give him what he wants. Each sharp, rough push of the muzzle into your cunt brings you just a step closer to cumming. Eager to please, eager to do as he says. 

And with a little drag of his wrist, and the slightest touch to your clit, you’re off. 

“Shit-“ has your voice always been this high? Needy and breathless? “Leon, Leon, Leon. Please-“ He doesn’t say anything, just lets you ride it out. 

You hear his gun clatter to the floor before he’s on you. Flipping you, placing your hands on the wall. His nose presses close to your hair, “hold yourself up on the wall, darling” in a tight voice. 

His movements were feverish, quick. He settles you in a nice arch, ass tilted up. He smooths a hand down your salt slicked spine, pushes your hair over your shoulder.

“I’ll come back to that later.” You hear him mutter to himself. 

His fingers bruise themselves into the fat on your hips, maybe into your bones. He knocks your knees apart with his; you’ll have scrapes later. Marks. 

He doesn’t bother slicking himself up- there’s no need, not really. Not when your cunt is very nearly dribbling onto the floor. 

Leon spreads your ass cheeks with both hands; does he ever fucking take those gloves off. He grips hard. Fingers sinking into soft skin.

You’re still moaning, still scrabbling at the wall with your hands. Though they keep sliding down, palms as sweat slicked as yours are. 

In one smooth motion, he buries himself, immediately bottoms out. His chest touches your back and his weight nearly crashes you off your, admittedly, precarious hold on the wall. 

You don’t think you’re going to survive this. 

He sets a brutal pace, cock sliding hot and thick, in and out of your hole. You catch bits and pieces of: “god you’re so tight, christ” and “everything I thought about. You take it so good- so well”. Who knew Leon was such a whiner when he fucks? Each phrase lilting at the end. 

He slams into you, releases a cheek to curl his fingers at the base of your head. Jerking your hair, pulling your back flush with his front. He lays your head on his shoulder, keeps it there. Puts his lips to your ear. You hear short, forceful gasps, little moans. He wasn’t quiet. 

He keeps a hand steady on your hip, every thrust punching out breathless moans. 

“Leon-” seems to be the only thing you can say. 

His lips move at your ear, stirring the smaller hairs. “Yeah baby girl? Gonna cum for me again? Give my cock the same treatment you gave my gun?” On the word gun, he pulls his hips back to sharply snap back forward. His free arm winds around you. 

“Oh poor thing, you can barely hold yourself up.” High, desperate. “Pathetic. Never seen a woman drive herself up a wall over a fucking gun.” 

You whine, feeling a familiar coil build low in your gut. 

“God almost jealous over my own gun, feeling you clench on me. You gonna cum again? Squeeze my cock real nice with your pussy. Let me feel it, darling.” Leon’s hoarse voice whispers and it feels like a benediction. Sounds like God himself. 

His hips don’t stutter- keeps the same relentless pace. Slapping into you, each wet squelch sending you closer and closer to the edge. 

You try your best to meet his thrusts, but you know you’re sloppy. Miss a beat every few slams. You clutch at his arm around your waist. 

“So loud, so perfect.” He pants. “Don’t let- don’t let anyone else hear this. Just for me, let it be only for me.” You would promise him the world in your palm if you could right now. 

His hand slides down to circle your clit. You might cry. 

“Too much- please. God.” You finally get out, sagging against his arm.

“Not enough.” He grunts, fingers skating over you, adding more pressure. 

“God. Fuck. Leon- stop. I’m gonna… gonna-” but you can’t finish your thought. He pounds you harder. You think with a quick flash of embarrassment- you’re gonna make a mess on him. 

“Do it, c’mon darling, I know you wanna cum. I can feel it. That pussy’s so tight, greedy. Practically fucking yourself on me-” 

You feel all that pressure, a mixture of pleasure and pain release. Built to an all consuming peak. Hot and gushy, you cum. Feel slickness slide down the inside of your thighs. 

“Yessss..” Leon hisses. “Just like that. Good girl. Let me- let me fuck you through it. So good.” You’re exhausted, spent. Almost too oversensitive. Leon’s cock a bruising force, pushing into you, slapping hard. But he doesn’t let up. So focused on you. 

“Cunt squeezes so tight when you cum. Fuck.” The slapping of his hips against you starts to stutter, becoming inconsistent. He isn’t going to last much longer. 

“Leon- Leon please. Wanna feel you. Please- you, you made me cum so good. Use me, want you to feel just as good.” You mumble through swollen, numb lips. He bites down on your shoulder. Presses you against the wall. You wince against the feel of his teeth in your skin but it feels good. A good kind of hurt. 

He groans, cock twitching inside of you. You can feel it swell. 

“Fuck-” Leon whines out loudly. Slams full hilt into you. “God.” The breath he takes in is shaky. Another touch of warmth gushes between your thighs. Fuck, you’re a mess. 

Leon uses the arm wrapped around your waist to tug you tight against him, to fall back on him, cock still in you. Pillows his head on your discarded clothing, your head on his shoulder. 

You lay there a moment, trying to catch your breath.

“Next time- next time I wanna see your pretty lips around my cock.” Leon tugs your chin, turns you to properly face him. His softening cock slips out of you, and so does more warmth. More of his cum. 

“Jesus Leon, can I catch my breath first?” You ask, watch his face take on just a little bit of a predatory glint. He squeezes you. 

“Why don’t we get you, and I, cleaned up. Figure this situation out.” 

Neither of you even know if base ever tried to contact you. Comms had been thrown to the ground with the rest of your shit.

You grin, trace his lips with your fingers. “Sounds good to me.” 

[askthebrokenones-fm]

Character Interview

What is your name ? “Sinclair Witt. Just Sinclair is fine though.”

Do you know why you were named that ? “Not really. Witt is my surname, given to me by my mum from uh... Y’know, 1790′s ‘n’ all that. Sinclair tho’, that’s the one she could choose. She heard about it, 'n’ thought it fit.”

Single or taken ? “Single.”

Stop being a Mary Sue ! “HA! I think Egore falls more into that category if you ask me.”

What’s your eye color ? “It’s a sorta orangey color. Brown but lighter. Jessica always said it looked like maple syrup or tree sap.”

How about hair color ? “It’s like, a really dark brown. Or it was before I lost it all, heh.” 

Have you any family members ? “Just had my mum. No dad, he was sold before I was born. Key was my ‘dad’ when I managed to run away.”

Oh, how about pets ? “I’ve got a dog! He’s a sweet little thing. Pitbull, might be a mutt. He doesn’t have front legs, but it doesn’t mean much when you’re a ghost. His name is Fortune.”

Now tell me something you don’t like. “Ah. Uh, a lot of things, heheh. I hate the sound of gunshots ‘n’ fireworks. Scares the shit out of me. Nothin’ I can’t handle, but when you’re trying to sleep ‘n’ you get nightmares easy... It’s hell.”

Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do ? “Yeah! I’m technically the handy man of the Mansion, just because I know how all the electric 'n’ modern stuff works better than any of the other ghosts here. I like doing it tho’, modern tech is amazing. I tinker with stuff on my free time anyway, so I might as well fix the lights ‘n’ AC while I’m at it. I travel a bit as well, being the spirit living in the Staircase. Socialize with the other spirits, all that jazz.”

Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before ? “Uh. Yes.”

Ever … killed anyone before ? “Yes... That was self defense tho’. I was only 13 or so.”

What kind of animal are you ? “Human. Er, technically. Ghost stuff gets weird. Some spirits say they’re ghosts now, rather than human still. I like saying I’m still human. I am a wraith tho’, if you wanna get specific.”

Name your worst weaknesses ? “Uh, I don’t know, maybe my esteem issues. People always tell me how strong I am or talented or whatever, but it never really gets to me y’know? I don’t always think I’m all that. I don’t always think I’m anything worth at all. Eh, but I’m fine right now, so don’t worry about that.”

Do you look up to anyone at all ? “I dunno. Maybe my mum. She had to handle a lot of bullshit to get me to where I was. I’m always thankful for her, for protecting me as much or as long as she could. Egore tho’. That’s another. Egore is strong as hell. From what he’s told me... I’m surprised he’s still in one piece- er as much as one piece as he can be, heh. I guess that’s probably why we’re friends. We’ve both been thru’ something insane or unfair, but we both are still here.”

Are you straight, gay or bisexual ? “Pansexual! I learned that term from online. That’s the one that applies to me best, I think.”

Do you go to school ? “Never went to school. Everything I know, I learned from handson experience ‘n’ my mum or Key teachin’ me.”

Ever want to marry and have kids one day ? “I dunno. Maybe. I don’t know if ghosts can have kids, but the idea of it... It sounds nice.”

Do you have fangirls / fanboys ? “No idea. Nobody tells me if I do.”

What are you most afraid of ? “Oh god. This one’s touchy, man. I’m afraid of a lot of shit. Maybe being trapped in the Staircase again. That shit was hell. It was... numbing. There was literally nothing I could do. I could move the stairs around but... All the doors were locked sort of vibe. I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t talk to anyone, I was... completely alone. I was in an echo chamber with my own depression riddled brain. Anyway, when Leota let me out, I cried. Like legit, started sobbing right on her seance table. So yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of. I never want to be trapped in there again.”

What do you usually wear ? “Uh, this? Being a ghost is kinda like being a cartoon character. You can wear the same thing every day. For the record tho’, its slacks and suspenders, white button up, dark brown vest, my work gloves and boots. And of course, hat. It’s like a uh... cap. Kinda newsboy-ish.”

What’s one food that tempts you ? “Everyday I see those mortals eating those fuckin’.... Butterfingers, I think they are. I want to try one so fucking bad. The Mansion chefs try their best to make it themselves, but I need the authentic one.”

Am I annoying you ? “Not at all! I like talking to people.”

Well, it’s not over ! “Ha! Sure sure.”

What class are you ( low class, middle class, high class ) ? “Low. Maybe low middle if we’re being generous.”

How many friends do you have ? “Quite a few I would like to think! Of course, there’s Egore, I’ve been hanging with a few cliques in the ballroom ‘n’ graveyard, I talk to Host about shit sometimes. ‘N’ then there’s the ghosts I meet in the Staircase’s inter-dimensional paths.”

What are your thoughts on pie ? “I don’t mind it! I like anything sweet, so fruits pies are fantastic for my sweet tooth.”

Favorite drink ? “I dunno? Don’t really have a preference. Again, anything sweet is fine. Egore wants to kill me every time I make my coffee for it. There’s no such thing as too much sugar and sweetener!” 

What’s your favorite place ? “There’s this cliffside in Ireland. I showed it to Randall once. It’s beautiful there. It helps clear my mind.”

Are you interested in anyone ? “Not anyone particular, but I’m open!”

That was a stupid question… “Not at all! Ghosts want a love life sometimes, too, heh.”

Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean ? “Oh christ. Lake. Oceans can drown you so easy.”

What’s your type ? “Heh, why do you ask? Interested? I jest. Uhm, but I guess... I dunno, I think I like someone a bit more on the downlow than me. I need someone to keep me tethered to earth rather than flying around in the air with me, y’know? Physically tho’... I’m down for anyone who can pick me up, ha!”

Any fetishes ? “Okay, now that’s too personal, kid. Ask me when you’re way older.”

Seme or Uke ? “Oh christ, kid. That’s also too personal.”

Camping or indoors ? “Better. Uh, camping. I like the sound of the wilderness and watching the stars. Didn’t have a choice when I was running, but now that I know I have a warm bed to return to if I get tired of it... It’s a lot more enjoyable.”

Who asked me to interview you ? “My friend, @theheadlessgroom and Hosty from another dimension @asktheghosthost.” 

Who would you like to send me to ? “Anyone who will take you! There’s plenty of ghosts out there to interview!”

[joseopher]

HELLO, LADIES, WORMS, HOMOSEXUALS

As we know I check the novacaine tags daily.

AND SCREAMTOBEHEARD IS BACK!!! TO BLESS US WITH A NEW CHAPTER!! AND SCREAMTOBEHEARD IS ENGAGED???? CONGRATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GO READ IT HEEEERREE: god complex

WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS FIC:

FRIENDSHIP DYNAMICS

Sex or something?

Pathetic Callum

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers!

I'm serious about the spoilers, this will make no sense if you haven't read it, IT'S SO GOOD, YOU WILL LOVE IT!

We open scene!

Callum is in extreme pain and...

"He wondered if he could ask Tristan to massage his legs. He’d like him to touch and have his fingers on his skin."

And we love him for it lol

"But that would mean admitting he was in pain and after yesterday’s embarrassing fiasco, he would do anything besides admitting such weakness."

Patheticness trumps horniness!

"Callum was still thinking about massage victims when his bedroom door opened without knocking."

Callum can't possibly, ask for help, noooo he must find victims instead. Yes, yes, very normal thought Callum.

I love how he is written so much

“Wanted to check if you were breathing,”

“Disappointed by the result?”

“Terribly.”

THEM <3 <3 <3

“Good morning to you too, my love,” 

THEM BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY <3 <3 <3

"It was interesting to know Tristan wanted his attention, in one way or another. It made denying him said attention even sweeter."

Gideon, in the last two chapters: Callum is lonely and wants someone to care about him

Callum, literally a few sentences ago: I want Tristan's attention

Callum, when Tristan gives him attention: I WILL DENY HIM ATTENTION, I AM GREAT AT THIS!

LOVE HIM LOVE HIM LOVE HIM (EVEN THO I'M LOVELESS ARO)

“Who on earth put condoms in the fridge? I thought it was one of those little jam packets at first, what the fuck. Seriously, Libs, have you seen Gid-,”

OOOO CALLUM YOU LITTLE SHIT /affec

"It would be another way to get under Tristan’s skin, which was more important than anything in the end."

CALLUM HAS HIS PRIORITIES IN CHECK

“Don’t try to make them jealous, sir,”

TRIIISSSSTAN CLAPPING BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"At least hatred was a strong emotion. Much stronger than indifference."

My boy has so much trauma, he flops around like a fish out of water

"Tristan wanted Callum Nova dead. Literally, hypothetically, wishfully. In any way there was."

My little murder child <3

"Tristan hated how the fantasies could never go without that. How he subconsciously would long for Callum’s interference, even in his homicidal daydreams."

"If you say so," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Nico kicked Tristan’s shin and got up."

EVERY SINGLE FRIENDSHIP DYNAMIC IS PERFECT

"Are you influencing me right now to do this?"

Callum found a loophole. He can be horny AND pathetic at the same time!

“Yes, I’m insane, my legs hurt. Will my dear Tristan Caine please be kind enough to massage my legs?” 

HA HA HA MY BOYS

"Make him show him just how good his hands were to wipe that smug look off his face."

"He wanted to kill Callum. He wanted to..he wanted..he wanted"

"I hate you,"

"Uh huh," Callum just said before Tristan connected their mouths again." 

Then SEX!!!

I know nothing about sex because I am a sex-repulsed asexual with a low libido.

BUT I WILL READ IT FOR MY BOYS

*a few minutes later*

I READ IT!

IT IS GREAT AND SEXY! <- doesn't understand what the word sexy even means

BUT I CAN SAY THE CHARACTER DYNAMICS ARE ON POINT! AND I LOVE TRISTAN BEING LIKE "I hate you" BOOOYYY YOU ARE LITERALLY FUCKING!

"You’re never interrupting," Callum told her. He surprised himself with the truthfulness of that statement."

I LOVE THEEEEEEEEEMMMMM

"But none of that mattered more than the permanent place Reina had in his life."

I LOVE THEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

"But now that it had actually happened, Callum wasn’t sure if he wanted to brag about it. What was there to brag about? That he had taunted Tristan until he finally broke and kissed him?"

Callum is so scared of attachment <3

"For someone being asexual and sex-repulsed, Reina had probably seen him in more stages of undress than anyone else in the palace."

For being asexual and sex-repulsed, I have probably seen him in more stages of undress than anyone else in the fandom <- rereads smutty fanfics because I NEED novacaine content no matter that I am grossed out by sex (also, like in all fics by this author, they have brilliant characters and brilliant story)

"Callum had to bite his lip to hold himself back from laughing at the way he said the instead of your. Oh, those fools."

CALLUM YOU ARE ALSO A FOOL AND NEED HELP IN THE BRAIN

“What did I just say? Go left Libby!”

“I did go left! You’re just too slow to anticipate and react to it!”

“I shouldn’t have to anticipate if you’d just listened to what I said.”

“If you’d just for one second listen to anything I’d have to say, maybe we wouldn’t be having this conversation to begin with!”

SIBLINGS! SIBLINGS! SIBLINGS!

"I don’t know, whenever someone mentions him having to interact with you he looks like he’s about to keel over." Callum refused to let that statement hurt. Even though he did. "

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW </3

THEN SEEEEEXXXXX

Today I am going to study them like a sports commentator <- knows nothing about sports

OOOh it's a big game tonight boys! Tristan and Callum are about to have a rematch!

Last time it was unclear who won! Likely because they both need therapy!

Letss see oh, Tristan is making the first move!

But Callum makes his own move with "Did you use it?"

BUT TRISTAN IS DOING THE SEXY THINGS

NOW CALLUM IS DOING THE SEXY THINGS

AND THE WINNNER ISSSSS...

Me, who is eating garlic bread >:3

Now they are going to shower :)

“Please, dear Tristan, will you make me coffee?”

“Well, of course, your majesty, anything for you.” 

MYYYYY BOOYYYYYSSSSSS <3

SO AMAZING!!!!! FANTASTIC!! BEST UPDATE YET!!!!!! SO GOOOOD!!

[buckyalpine]

Hear me out a fic where—

Bucky and Reader may have been going at it like bunnies, but it is always with protection. BUT there are times (like multiple) where Needy!Bucky arises and begs for a bareback. (Did he always talked dirty abt coming inside? Yes, absolutely) you never relented tho.

Until one special day or night, you decided to give him a treat. For the first time, you allowed him. And if he was dirty talking before, girly, he’s now full on feral and filthy. (And that’s how you learned Bucky has a major breeding kink)

Aftermath be like:

“Why did we ever use protection again?”

“Why did you let me miss out this heaven?”

“We are NEVER using condoms again”

“Bold of you to assume that we would be using those rubbers again”

Jokes and fantasies aside y’all, PLS USE PROTECTION IRL!!

18+ 

FINALLY GETTING TO THIS MASTERPIECE OF AN ASK

This is very smutty. So very smutty.

Screaming without the S. I’ll see myself out. 

“Baby, pleaseee” Bucky moaned against your neck, whining and whimpering, grinding his cock into you, pressing you further into the mattress. “wanna feel all of you doll, m’so full of cum for you”

Your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, your mind clouded every time he fucked into you harder, nothing compared to Bucky’s filthy mouth. He was especially needy today, his full body weight on top of you, eyes squeezed shut,  while his arms were wrapped around your body. He wasn’t even thrusting at this point, he wanted to keep his cock deep inside you, his hips circling and rolling, the tip rubbing against your g-spot. 

“Just let me take it off y/n, I wanna fill you up, make your pussy drip, let me make a mess inside you babygirl, paint those pretty walls with my cum” 

You could only moan in response, not trusting yourself to speak because even though it was the sexiest thing ever, you always wanted to be responsible. Your legs tightened around his waist as he sped up his pace panting against your skin. His balls felt heavy, he could feel his orgasm hurdle towards him each time you cried out for him. 

“Y-ou feel so g-good already-fuck- can’t imagine how good it’d feel to fuck you raw baby, put my bare cock in you, let you feel my dick stroking your silky walls. Let me feel all that cream on my cock baby, I want it, want it so bad” 

“Oh god, fuck I’m gonna cum y/n, gimme that pussy baby, give it to me baby-shit- you’re squeezing me so tight” 

“BUCKY” Your orgasm ripped through your body, back arched, your neck barred to him as you threw your head back.

“Yes baby, fuck yes, cum all over my cock baby, so good, So. F-fucking. GOOD” He gave you three sloppy thrusts before biting down onto your neck, moaning loudly as he spilled his load into the condom. 

You both laid there for while in a post sex haze, sleep washing over you soon after. No one made you feel satisfied like Bucky and nothing turned him on more than you. You squirmed beside him at the thought of having him inside you, feeling all of him, his velvety shaft caressing you, feeling the warmth of his bare skin everywhere. You clenched around nothing, burying yourself further into his arms as he held you, softly snoring with a dopey smile on his face. Your restraint was growing weak each time be begged you, pleaded with that sweet pout and whimper, you could feel him throb when he got needy. 

Imagine feeling his cum splash on your walls.

Imagine feeling his warmth dripping out of you, making a mess on the sheets, falling asleep so full of him even after you cum. 

Imagine feeling all of that.

Your heart was racing as you worked yourself up, your sweet baby just wanted to feel all of you and you were just as desperate now. He’d been so patient with you, keeping it wrapped up even though he wanted nothing more than the rip it off and bury himself in you. It was time he got his reward. 

*****

Bucky crawled on top of you, his cock bobbing between his legs, reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. You bit your lip, your heart racing, as you grabbed his wrist, shaking your head. Time to give your baby what he’d been craving. 

His eyes grew wide, swallowing thickly, were you actually going to let him? 

“Baby...?” His voice was a whisper, blinking down at you, pearls of precum already beading at the head. 

“Do you want it baby” You cooed, reaching down to stroke his cock, moaning at the feeling of his soft skin. Your thumb swiped over his sensitive slit making him whine, bucking his hips into your hand, his brain short circuiting, was it actually going to happen?

“I want it babydoll, wan it so bad” He sounded desperate, his heart racing, his cock growing achingly hard the more you toyed with his cock. He’d dreamt about this, touched himself to this, humped himself on the mattress for this, he wasn’t going to rush a damn fucking thing if you were going to let him. 

Bucky was needy, but this was a different type of needy. His eyes grew dark, swatting your hand away. He pushed your legs up, spreading your folds apart with his fingers, your pussy on full display for him. You felt your body heat up at his intense stare, your soaked pussy glistening and already dripping. 

“S’pretty” He murmured, sitting back on his heels with his cock in his hands. He traced the tip your clit to your ass and back up again, his eyes rolling at the feeling of your bare pussy on his swollen head. “Ughhh, fuck baby” His head was thrown back, rubbing the tip in circled onto your clit, his precum making it wet, he wanted to slam into you so badly but no. He was going to make sure he dragged his cock over every inch of your pussy before filling you up. 

“Buckkyyyy” You whined, your needy hole clenching around nothing. You wanted his cock in you so badly but he tsked, shaking his head. 

“Shhh princess, just let me feel you baby” He moaned, letting his cock sit perfectly between your folds. He grabbed onto your thighs, humping and rutting his shaft on your pussy, getting it nice and soaked. 

“B-aby, it feels so good already, m’so sensitive, could c-cum just like this” He almost sounded broken, biting his lip while he looked down to watch his cock rub all over you, feeling so warm between your folds. 

“Bucky, fuck me, please?” Your glassy eyes finally broke him, if his princess was begging for his cock, how could he keep teasing her. He hissed, dragging his cock to your fluttering entrance, slowing pushing the tip in, nearly sobbing at the feeling. 

“Oh FUCKK” Bucky’s cock throbbed all the way in, his cock some how hardening even more. “Oh fuck, m’so hard it almost hurts babyyy” He squeezed the base of his shaft to keep himself from immediately cumming in you, sweat already covering his body. You clenched around him, desperate for him to move but he remained still.

“Move Bucky, please” You pleaded but he shook his head, hissing, feeling his cock desperately throb. 

“What the fuck are you doing to me princess” He groaned, holding his cock still. “I might cum just like this baby, you’re so warm and t-tight” Bucky held still for another minute before starting to slowly thrust into you, moaning with his lip caught between his teeth, his brows furrowed. 

 “Why did you keep this from me baby, you feel so good, fuck me, I can’t” Bucky’s body fell on top of you, fucking you faster, while you clawed his back, feeling the tip of his bare cock stroke your walls. He felt so warm, your mixed arousal already dripping down onto the sheets.  

You thought Bucky was filthy before but you had released a demon. 

He sat up again, throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping onto your calved while he watched his cock disappear into your walls. Your belly bulged each time he pushed deeper and it turned him into a menace. 

“Why do you feel so fucking good baby, huh? You make me wanna knock you up, I want to give you my babies”

Your eyes rolled back, your jaw slack as started to fuck you at an animalistic pace, lost in a deep fantasy with you naked and pregnant. 

“Angel, your pussy feels so good baby, God, you make me wanna cum”

“B-B-ucky, fuck me!” You cried out, your walls fluttering already at the brink of your orgasm. Bucky groaned, locking his eyes with you before spitting right onto your clit, smirking at the way your body responded, your slick gushing out of you. He flicked your clit, letting out a dark chuckle when you nearly came, whining when he pulled his hand away. 

“So needy” He whispered, tracing light circles that edged you further “You wish you could have my mouth there, huh baby, you love when I kiss and suck that sweet little bud, let my tongue trace circles on you while you beg to cum” 

You nodded, crying out when he fucked you harder. 

“I know you love it baby, can feel you gushing, promise I’ll make out with this pretty pussy next time baby, I’ll nurse off that sexy clit all night, have you screaming all night” 

You could only cry and moan in response, you had no idea what had gotten into Bucky, his pace unrelenting, his mouth getting filthier by the second. 

“Rub that little clit for me babydoll, soak me, cum all over my bare cock, get my balls nice and wet too” 

You rubbed tight circled on your clit, moaning louder as you felt your orgasm hurdle towards you. A strong tight pressure built at the base of your belly, your entire body pulled taught. You nearly screamed as you squirted all over Bucky, 

Bucky moaned, feeling your slick cover his cock, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. He’d starved his orgasm for as long as he could but it was impossible now, you were so fucking wet and warm and pretty and sweet and fuck he just wanted to give you his cum, get you pregnant-

Did he really-

Fuck yes. 

Your shaky legs fell off his shoulders as he dropped back on you again, pounding you into the bed. You wrapped your self around his body, his dominance faltering as he started to chase his high. 

“Babygirl, m’so close” He panted, growing needier as you carded your fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp. Your soft touch and bare pussy made him feral, he wanted to fill you up so badly. 

“Don’t wanna pull out y/n, I wanna cum in you, fuckfuckfuck, my balls are throbbing, they’re so fucking heavy, don’t make me pull out sweet heart, please?”

“Fuck James” You moaned, your pussy fluttering around him again, the thought of him getting you pregnant unleased something inside you. You wanted his cum inside you, you wanted to feel it drip down your thighs. Bucky’s pace grew sloppy, the image of you pregnant was seared into his mind. 

“M’gonna make you a mommy baby, gonna give you so much cum, cock’s so full babygirl. know you can feel it, I’m dripping in you, fuck” 

“You want me to have your babies?”  You cupped Bucky's face, his glassy eyes desperate for all of you. He nodded, practically pleading with you, hoping you’d say yes because there was no way he’d be able to pull out on time. 

“Please? Please baby, just let me cum in you, will you have my kids mama? Please? You feel so good baby, don’t wanna pull out, m’already dripping in you”

“Cum in me Bucky, give me your cum baby, want your babies” 

“Fuck mama, you’re gonna look so beautiful when you’re pregnant” You could feel his tears dampen your neck, he was so lost and deep in his own pleasure, his sensitive cock ready to explode. “Fuck have my babies- OOOH FUCKKK!” 

Bucky sobbed-sobbed-, as he came in you, unable to keep his hips from rutting in and out of you. You moaned, feeling his warm thick cum fill you up, dripping out of you, down your folds and onto the bed. His cries of pleasure were muffled as he buried his face into your neck, still gently thrusting while moaning and whining. 

“S-so sensitive-oh god-its so sensitive”  He almost sounded like he was in pain, so deep in pleasure, he never wanted to pull out. You cooed at him while he held onto you tightly, letting himself soften while still deep in you, there was no fucking way you would ever be able to keep him from your bare pussy again. 

*****

You giggled while Bucky stared at the ceiling as if he was reeling in and out of consciousness. You thought you had an intense orgasm, but it appeared this had knocked Bucky down a few pegs, his skin still flushed, his soft cock still dripping onto his abs. 

“That was....”

“So good” 

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“We are NEVER using condoms again”

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[sunflowerharrington]

it’s that time again, “angels”. i’m back with another eddie fic, and this time it’s dm!eddie so you’re in for a treat, babes

Those Were Expensive!!

🧸 dungeon master!eddie munson x fem!reader (no descriptions of reader, this is friendly for everyone)

🧸 choking, face sitting, oral (female receiving), dom!eddie, sex, p in v, unprotected (wrap before you tap. but reader is on the pill in this), eddie’s kinda angry tho

🧸 @eddiebillysteve @wzrlds @quickiesgirl @steveslittlesunflower @myobmaya @eddies-bat @gods-favorite-asthmatic @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @thisishellfire please let me know if you’d like to be taken off or added for future updates 💋

🧸 surprisingly i haven’t mentioned this idea to maya like i have with every other one so this is a surprise(-ish) for everyone (?) anyways, enjoy! this is a rewrite of a fic i wrote months ago for a different fandom.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice thick with lust as you both stumbled into the dimly lit room, kicking the door closed as he pulled at the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it off. he pinned you against the door, pressing his body harshly against yours, peppering love bites all over your neck and breasts. occasionally finding a new spot to make you shiver.

and it worked like a dream. every suck, every bite, every lick had your knees weak, and he knew it. you whined as his hands found your breasts, groping harshly at the flesh, leaving little furrows in your skin from his black-painted nails.

the metal from his chain bracelet nips at your skin as his hands roam freely, eliciting a short whimper from the back of your throat.

as your shirt that left nothing to the imagination hit the floor, he immediately got to work in clasping your bra with his skilled fingers. as he discarded the bra on the floor with your shirt, he pulled his lips off your skin.

“you still want this?”

“yes, of course,” you whined, grasping at his broad shoulders, trying to find purchase for your fingers, your pulse racing as you nodded. you began working on his belt, swiftly unbuckling it, clutching it in your left hand as he pressed you harder against the wall.

he grazed his lower lip between his teeth, chocolate button eyes burning into yours. and damn. hot fucking damn. the way his brows were slightly creased in a frown and the way his eyes narrowed made you want to drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness, even though you had nothing to be sorry for.

well, except when you teased him in school today; parading around the school in jason carver’s letterman jacket like it was marilyn monroe’s pink ball gown, your red lips wrapping delicately around your lollipop, releasing it with a ‘pop’.

“you think it’s funny, hm?” he asked, voice muffled by your lips, quieter than the little yelp you let out when his fingernails dug into your thighs. “teasin’ me like that all day?”

he leaned back in, his lips finally claiming yours, tongues dancing a dangerous tango. you gasped into his mouth, the vibration sending blood flow straight to his already painfully hard cock, straining against the fabric of his underwear.

“come with me, big boy. i’ll make it up to you,” you purrs, pulling him closer to you by grabbing his shirt.

you dropped the belt to the ground with a clang, working on helping him rid himself of his clothing.

i wonder what would happen if i asked him to whip me with it?

after you both have undressed (except he asked you to leave your panties on, for now), he pressed one chaste kiss to your lips. “jump for me, babe.”

and you did, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing your thighs tightly to hold on, making him smile against your lips. “what?”

“nothing, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “i just can’t wait ‘till you do that to my face, that’s all.”

you gasped at his sudden burst of confidence, whining in reply, panties soaked just thinking about what he is planning on doing to you once he gets his tongue off your neck and between your legs. “please…”

“please what?”

“want you so bad, baby boy,” you whispered, and he began walking backwards towards the throne in the centre of the room, your lips never leaving his. you waited impatiently for him to place you down on the seat, but instead he turned around and sat down, your knees pressed against the backboard and your legs pressed against the arms of the throne.

“fuck, eddie,” you moan into his mouth, not being able to resist rocking your hips against his, letting the shaft of his cock slide across your soaking slit, the only barrier between you being the thin lace of your panties.

next thing you knew, you heard the sound of fabric ripping and a cold gust of air against your core. “eddie, those were expensive!”

but you didn’t really care, the feeling of his twitching cock pressing against your inner thigh overpowering your need to be upset at him for ripping your panties off. and holy shit, he felt good.

“not yet,” he said sternly, standing back up, and in one swift motion you were straddling his naked body on the d&d table, his feet planted firmly on the floor.

when you settled back over his throbbing cock, he grabbed you by the waist, pulling, leading you up his body.

“wh- eds, what are you doing?” you asked as you move, curiosity getting the better of you.

“let me taste you, sweetheart,” he said, voice dripping with lust and honey, a fire rumbling in the back of his throat.

your eyes went round and dark, and you knew it. and you felt your cheeks beginning to burn a bright scarlet as you stared down at his pretty face, not quite sure if he really meant what you thought he did.

“fuck, how long do we have until the campaign starts and i have to be outta here—“ you asked, cut off by eddie weaving his ring-clad fingers through your hair, pulling you down to meet him in a kiss, your puffy lips pressing against his.

“don’t worry about the time, lover, those little shits can wait. my girl is more important.”

i’m more important than his ‘cult of vecna’ campaign?

he pulled away from your lips, watching as your pupils blew, almost coloring your entire iris, and he looked back at his own reflection through them.

“come on, sweetheart. if i suffocate… at least i’ll die happy,” he says with a wink.

you swallowed a laugh and repositioned yourself over his face, his lips mere centimetres away from your pussy. you swore you could heard him moan a quiet “oh fuck” when he saw how soaked you were for him. just for him. grabbing your hips with authority, gripping them tightly, pulling you down on him until you were sitting on his face.

“shit,” you exhale out as his skilled tongue began circling your clit, sucking it into his mouth, letting out a cry when he grazed it between his teeth. “fuck, eds. you’re gonna be the death of me.”

he started lapping up your wetness, licking long stripes over your core and lips, and when his tongue pushed inside of you, you felt like you were about to explode, gripping his curls with your clenched fists as your thighs began to shake. point proven.

“eddie,” you moaned, and you felt his lips curling up into a smile; the way his name rolled off your tongue, the way it sounded like his favourite song… the way it got him rock hard in innocent situations.

the way it got him in so much trouble.

as he worked you with his mouth, your hips started moving of their own accord, and soon you began grinding down, fucking his face as his lips found your clit again, licking and sucking hard, his fingers moving upwards to tease your pussy.

“fuck, baby. i’m close! s- so close,” you whine, bracing yourself against the edge of the table with your hands gripping the surface, knuckles white, and you felt him smile under you as you both started moving faster. and you found yourself squeezing your thighs around his face as they started to shake. again, proving his point from earlier.

he groaned against your core as you came, the vibrations from his voice only making it feel better than you ever thought possible. you found yourself shouting a string of curses as the pleasure ripped through your muscles in euphoria.

you happily slid back down his body, now sitting on his lap, your juices dripping down his chin, glistening in the light, the biggest grin on his face. he swallowed proudly, licking his lips, wiping away any cum that didn’t make it into his mouth and sucking it off his fingers while maintaining direct eye contact with you.

“fuck, that’s so hot,” you said, watching as he gazed into your half-lidded (e/c) eyes.

you rolled over and sat next to him, smiling as he jumped up and fell onto his throne, his dick slapping against his stomach as he did. then you eagerly joined him after he beckoned you over with his index finger.

“you got a condom? i— i left mine at home.”

“i’m on the pill,” you breathed out, straddling his hips again. lining yourself up, feeling him stretch your walls so deliciously as you sank down.

“do you still want me?”

“always, princess,” he breathed out, catching your lips in another kiss as you adjusted to his size.

his heavy balls slapped against your skin as his hips bucked up against yours, making you sigh out in pleasure, in euphoria, holding onto his shoulders for some leverage as you began moving your hips up and down.

his large, needy hands cup your breasts, feeling them bounce up and down in time with your hips, flicking your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. the combination of the way his cock hits your sweet spot just right and the way his thumb circles your clit has you coming around him.

your second orgasm was longer, more drawn out than the other, the best you ever had. you whines as you felt eddie’s cum painting your walls, with him letting out a guttural moan as he did.

“fuck baby, you were so good for me.”

thankfully, the guys were late for their little game of d&d, so you and eddie had time to set it up. you were about to sneak out, fully clothed again and wearing eddie’s shirt (he kept hold of your panties, for… reasons he never said. perv, you thought), when eddie grabbed your wrist, pulling you flush against him.

“you’re staying here, sweetheart. we need a princess for my campaign,” he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “and you’re the most perfect princess.”

“ugh, you’re such a cheeseball, pretty boy,” you giggled, just as the door swung open, revealing an excited group of hellfire members in the doorway.

they introduced themselves as jeff, gareth, adam, dustin, mike and erica.

“absolutely not,” eddie said from his spot on the throne.

“you asked for a sub and we delivered,” dustin argued, a calm tone to his voice.

“this is hellfire, not babysitting club.”

“i’m eleven you long-haired freak…”

and then eddie and erica proceeded to have a childish little bicker until— “welcome to hellfire,” eddie smiled, extending his hand, something catching your eye.

eddie’s rings were still wet. you thought he’d at least wash his hands after fucking you into oblivion. erica did a double take, and you held your breath as you waited for her to call him out.

she looked at you and then back at eddie. “nothing can be worse than what i found under lucas’ bed.”

“crusty sock and a picture of max, got it,” eddie laughed under his breath, with jeff and gareth joining in.

then his demeanour completely changed, and he was no longer your eddie. no longer your pussy drunk eddie munson. now he was the dungeon master.

you zoned out as he droned on about his campaign, with you snapping back to reality when mike banged his fists on the table. “bullshit! why do i always die?”

“because it’s karma for being a little bitch to will, you lanky bastard,” erica retorted, slipping in a “just the facts,” before mike could (attempt to) clap back.

you stand up, sauntering over to the table, standing in between gareth and jeff. “if you idiots win… one of you; not dustin, mike or erica, gets to do whatever they want with me, since i’m single. but if you lose… you don’t. and your master,” you began, circling the table to stand behind the man in question, placing your hands on his shoulders, running your nails down his arms as you speak, “…gets to claim me, and he gets to do whatever the hell he wants to me. i think that sounds like a fair deal. and that way, it’ll make the game more exciting. higher stakes.”

“absolutely not,” eddie replied, pointing an authoritative finger at you. “you don’t get to make the rules of this campaign, princess. i do.”

you leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, pressing your breasts against the back of his neck, your breath ghosting his skin as you did. smiling as you watched his jaw clench tighter.

“what are you gonna do if i don’t stop?” you asked.

the final straw.

the thing that pushed him over the edge.

“we’re taking a time-out,” eddie announced, completely ignoring you.

the guys and erica huddled into a circle, their arms over each others’ shoulders as eddie grabbed you by the wrist again, this time much tighter. in an instant he pushed you down so you were sitting on his throne, feeling your stomach drop through the earth as eddie glared at you.

did you take it too far?

“i don’t care if those little shits win. you’re coming home with me after, and i am going to fuck you all night until you can’t walk, do you understand?” he hissed in your ear.

you smiled sweetly up at him, running your hands down his bare chest, pulling him closer by the collar of his jacket. “i’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

he leaned over the throne, capturing you between his body and the cushioned seat and backboard, using his other hand to wrap his fingers tightly around your neck, chuckling as he watched a slight pout grow on your lips.

“does my pretty girl like that, hm? do you like when i choke you like this? no? awwwh, poor baby,” he teased, pouting his lips mockingly to mirror yours, chuckling as you furrow your brows into an even more prominent frown. “who’s got the high ground now, y/l/n?”

fuck, why was that so hot?

something about the way he talked to you like that in front of everyone made you want him to rip your clothes off. made you want to drop to your knees and beg him to fuck you. oh, you were so wet for him all over again, moisture pooling between your legs as he let go of your neck, moving to grip one of your inner thighs, and you didn’t even have your panties to hide that.

maybe wearing a skirt was a bad idea after all.

you moved to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss you, blocking out the sounds of the other members’ protests. needless to say the campaign ended much earlier than anyone wanted it to. he needed to get you alone as soon as fucking possible.

and he kept his word; wearing it like a badge of fucking honour, ruining you all night long, all the way into the next morning. a monday, so you’d have to walk from side to side around school all day, crossing your legs to keep your pussy from pulsing too much as you awaited the next time your pretty boy would come to mark you as his and show you exactly who you belong to.

[sunnyjae]

hey! im actually obsessed with your writing (its so good omg, youve got me going CRAZY) so maybe #34 & #44 with dom!jake x sub!reader and maybe it being like enemies but lowkey fwb? and well you can do wtv with nicknames (pretty girl and those along those lines has me going insane tho)

sorry if its too detailed! you can do whatever with this req !!

lmao me crying 😩 anything with pretty in front of it is a yes

i hope this one was a vibe lol i think i enjoyed writing this one a little too much

also thank you for reading! I’m super surprised i get you guys riled up like that haha ;)

prompts: #34 "get on your knees," + #44 "you want my cum?"

pretty girl [part one] ♡ sjy [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ jake x fem!reader, strict-ish soft??dom!jake, sub!reader

genre ♡ non-idol!au, suggestive, smut, fluff

warnings ♡ dumbification, overuse of petnames, riding, lots of dialogue (bc i'm a whore for dirty talk but we all knew), low-key breeding kink, so much teasing oh my, finger sucking like twice??, dirty talk ofc, low-key ddlg, very unrealistic scenario lol

word count ♡ 2.9k

summary ♡ jake's a tease in your frenemies (sort of) relationship, little did you know he's a tease inside the bedroom too

You cursed yourself at the mental image of getting on your knees for Jake, his fingers gripping your chin as he fed you the tip of his hot, fat cock, desperate for some relief. The way you drooled, imagining him calling you filthy names, making you swallow his big load - one that he had been saving just for your pretty mouth.

Grumbling at the thought, you remembered the time he’d teased you in front of the guys, even going the extra mile and calling you in class several times just to say he found your spot cream in the fridge. The boy heckled you, embarrassed you and made fun of you whenever he could, and yet you were still so affected by his presence it made you want to swear aloud sometimes.

And when you were in the middle of washing the dishes, your brother's best friend lazily ambled in, taking notice of you in all your pajama-ed glory. Jake gritted out an internal ‘Shit.’, feeling his dick stiffen in his sweats (as if it wasn’t the first time you did that to him). He stalked around the kitchen island behind you, and his voice broke the silence.

"You look nice," he lilted, and with a clatter, you dropped the utensils you were holding.

Opting to leave them now that they were sinking into the water anyway, you mumbled a weak, "Go away,".

Jake only chuckled in response, letting his eyes graze you up and down shamelessly. He eyed the way your spaghetti top hugged your boobs, accentuating your waist and leading to the hem of your shorts, which clung deliciously to your ass as if they were made for you. You just looked so breakable yet so soft.

Jake couldn't help but groan internally. And by God did he want to absolutely fucking wreck you.

He found your diary around a week ago, in which you wrote your frustrations out (including your sexual ones), and Jake had noticed something incredibly interesting as he was casually flicking through - he noted it was for your own safety, not his mind-boggled curiosity.

You liked a lot of the same...niche...things he liked. Although Jake had never brought it up to his past girlfriends, the idea of you allowing him to take the role of the carer, you being his baby, in whatever silent feud-slash-lust thing you had going on, had his knees buckling under him.

"Calm down, I'm just giving you a compliment." he sidled up beside you, lips pushing outwards into a cute duck-like pout.

You had to gulp down your saliva, legs already trembling at his proximity. The way he leaned over you, deliberately making you feel tiny, had your head positively spinning.

"Please, give me some space." you yelped out, voice nearly breaking because of the tension in your lungs.

He raised his hands in defence and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you finally wash and dry your hands - one of the cute things he noticed about you too, was that they were significantly smaller than his.

He smirked when he noticed you trembling with the bowl in your hand.

"You need help?"

Your fingers were white from how hard you were gripping the ceramic, and you couldn't help but whine under your breath from the intensity of his gaze. It was like he was actively trying to make you submit to him, but the power in that - without him having to say a word - was what made you wet.

"Uh, no. I'm fine." you replied unnecessarily sharply, feeling your cheeks warm with heat. Jake pushed himself away from the toaster and took a few tempting strides closer to you, watching you take out a can opener and a tin you needed to get some fruit out for the frozen yogurt you were tasked with making for tonight. Sunghoon had invited Jake to stay over for the night, since it was a Wednesday and your lectures were cancelled altogether - Jake Sim was thrilled at the information (for many reasons).

Leaning over your shoulder, his lip twitched at your struggle with the tool. "Dummy." he muttered, gently taking the items from you.

Your throat dried at his comment, but your pussy definitely wasn't close to being that. You chose not to pick up on it, for the sake of your own ego. Jake opened the tin with ease and poured the peach slices out into the bowl beside you, setting the tin down with a light thud.

What you didn’t expect, however, was when two of his fingers accidentally dipped into the syrup, and he lifted them to your lips expectantly. "Open." Jake muttered, eyeing your pretty mouth. He just knew you’d taste sweet.

You didn't know why you were following through, but it was like his words affected you more than you initially thought.

Watching your lips part, Jake smirked that same pretentious smirk he always did and waited for you to "Suck."

He found himself muttering “God, I wish you’d get on your knees for me.” with no real aim of having you hear it, but knowing your enfatuation with him, of course you'd perk up at anything he did.

You closed your eyes, lips eventually circling his digits without much thought. When your eyes opened again, Jake nearly swore aloud while feeling your tongue swipe at the pads of his fingers. Your eyes were wide and gazing into his with a deep longing that had him stirring in his pajama sweats.

He pulled his fingers out of your desperate mouth reluctantly, "Pretty." before stepping over to the fridge like he hadn't just caused you to nearly collapse onto the tiles your legs were trembling on.

The sweetness lingered on your lips, and you licked at them subtly, wishing it were Jake's tongue on them instead of your own. The way he would softly praise you, call you his, make you lie down all pretty for him like a gorgeous pillow princess.

"Making dessert?" he asked, casually taking out a banana milk bottle from one of the shelves inside. That question snapped you out of your reverie almost immediately.

You stared intensely at the bowl in front of you, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further by making any more unnecessary eye contact. Like this, you felt like dumb in front of Jake sometimes, and you knew he enjoyed seeing you in this way.

"Yeah." you breathed airily, swallowing hard to curb the whine that edged to escape from your throat - the reason being his eyes ; those dialated pupils roving over your tense body, coming up to meet your own every so often.

"Don't you uh- have anything better to get to?"

His lack of immediate response had you balking.

"You know," he took a sip of his milk, leaning back to set it aside - the action itself nonchalant, worryingly tempting. "If I asked you nicely to be kinder to me then you'd probably do it,"

"You're just dumb like that."

A soft gasp filled the air, and you realised it was you once his eyebrows raised in response. "Am I wrong?"

You watched as he pushed himself away from the freezer, edging a few steps forward to meet you next to the island. He was a whole foot taller than you, and somehow having your vision obscured by a certain Jake Sim gave you the dragon equivalent of butterflies in your tummy.

"Gonna be nice to me from now on?" he mocked, lip upturned. "Play on that goody-two-shoes personality for me? Be a good girl?"

"I-" you whined, words on the precipice of your tongue, teetering on the edge of a terrific, catastrophic plunge.

"Aw," he tutted, tilting his head back to take in your embarrassed, heated gaze. Your decreasing ability to speak, making him struggle to keep the (albeit tiny) space left between you. Jake felt the need to lean down to whisper in your ear, "When you decide to play nice, you come and find me."

And that was the end of your last anticipated conversation with Jake that evening, the air of tension in the kitchen merging with whatever Sunghoon's suspicious gaze brought with it as he strolled in. His sister and his best friend were polar opposites, so awkwardness didn't come as a surprise with two contrasting personality types, however Sunghoon sure had had enough of this bermuda triangle of fumbling words and strange energy.

Finishing rinsing with mouthwash after brushing your teeth was the highlight of your night time routine for sure. It was the very last thing you usually did before bed, other than applying some lip care and lotion to your skin. The bathroom door left slightly ajar opened a little more, closing behind the last person you'd expected to see. He leaned over the sink next to where you stood, his thumb barely brushing the material of your shorts over your hips as he gave his face a once-over in the mirror.

"I'm still using the bathroom."

"I know."

You mumbled, words coming out uncharacteristically pathetic to anyone who would have known you for you. "You um- could wait?"

His eyes caught yours, almost glinting in the mirror's LED light, glazing over at the mere sight of you. You curled into yourself, the drawer handle under the sink basin digging into your mid-thigh when he stepped behind you, arms caging you in further. The death grip you had on your vaseline tin had the metal warming in your palm, a discomfort settling in from the ridges indenting your skin.

Breath cool, heart pounding, knuckles white, your lips formed around his name in a whisper.

"Hm?"

Jake reached up to twist your head to face him, thumb just under your shiny bottom lip.

You just knew this was going to be a gruelling and difficult sleep.

Coming into Sunghoon's room (tonight, Jake's) was something you never thought you'd do. Duvet and pillow in hand, you stood at the door.

You sniffled, feeling overwhelmed from just twenty minutes ago when you were sucking on his fingers. With the softness in his touches, yet a hardness in his eyes that could be mistaken for malice, you recalled the names he'd called you.

"What're you doing here pretty?" Jake asked, noticing your figure in the threshold to his room as he scrolled through his phone. You brought your shoulders to your ears and looked down shyly.

"Come here." he invited, glancing down at his lap for you to get the message, his bulge was still painfully straining from earlier.

You mewled, crawling over to his bed, watching him peel the duvet and settle you onto his hips, moving his hands to your face, he stroked over your cheeks and lips with his thumbs, sighing.

He was so warm you couldn't help but put your stuff aside and melt into his body, pressing your cheek against his chest and your hands on his pecs. "Jus' wan'ed to sit." you muttered, not even coherent at this point.

"Dumb little baby wanted to sit on my lap?" he asked, smoothing his palms down the skin of your plush thighs.

"Yeah," you nodded, now moving your head so you were face to face.

"I thought you didn't like me sweetheart," he sighed, not being able to stop the smirk from appearing again.

"Hm," you huffed, face hot.

"Are you gonna be good and answer me?" he thumbed at your lips, eyes gazing at them shining under the dim light of Sunghoon’s desk lamp.

“You’re annoying, Jake. I don’t like you.” you lied, feeling his cock press into your crotch, hot under his pajama pants.

Jake sighed teasingly. “Well, pretty girl,” hands moving down to your hips, he pressed you down onto his hardness more. “That’s a shame, isn’t it?”

Chest tight, your nipples hardened under your flimsy crop top. “W-why?”.

He hummed, pressing his face into your neck softly. “I’m in a very giving mood right now.” he sighed, lips dragging across your skin until they reached your ear. “But considering your dislike for me, I don’t think you’ll want what I have to offer.”

“W-what do you have to offer, Jakey?” you whispered, shuddering. He smirked into the side of your face.

A pause. “Are you going to tell me the truth?” he lilted, “I don’t like lying little girls - they don’t get rewards.”

You swallowed, a strained sound escaping your throat. “I-I wasn’t lying.”

“Oh, but I know you were.” he nodded, nosing at you as you melted into him. “C’mon baby, tell me what’s going on in that dumb little head of yours.”

“I’m sorry Jakey.” you whined, “I-”

He stroked at your head with one hand, lips pouting at your jaw to press a featherlight kiss to it.

“I-I think about you sometimes.” you mumbled, breath hitching when he let out an affirmative sigh. “I’m listening,” he replied with a coy smile.

“Dirty things,” you added.

Jake was thrilled, cock hard and swollen under the confines of his clothes. “What kind of dirty things, sweetheart?” The words could have been so so innocent if it weren't for the hot bulge pressing into you as you melted into his lap.

You had to gulp, and it was audible. “Like s-sitting on Jakey’s lap.”

“Like now?”

You reached his ear with your lips, the sweetness of your scent making Jake want to manhandle you flat on the pillows and make you scream and cry in pleasure. “Yeah- but- I sometimes think about Jakey’s cock in me. A-and Jakey’s cum.”

“Hm. Such a good girl for telling me the truth.” with his mouth at the shell of your ear again, his voice reverberated delectably closer to you.

“What did you want to offer?” you mumbled, soft fingers playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

The next words Jake uttered make your cunt throb shamelessly.

“Dumb baby’s princess parts must be feeling achy, huh?”

You felt yourself nod fervently, “Jakey was going to offer you his cock to sit on - to make that special spot feel better again. How does that sound?” he added with a whisper.

“Please let me on your cock,” you begged, bouncing on his lap a little in anticipation, and Jake halted your movements with steady hands on your waist.

He pretended to think, thumbs reaching the band of your silk shorts to just snap the elastic back teasingly.

“I don’t think my dumb baby’s princess parts belong to Jakey, though.” his lips twitched, fingers letting go of the fabric and pressing his fingertips into your hot slit.

“They do! T-they belong to you.” you hiccuped, completely drunk on Jake's words and teasing actions alone. You were worried before that if he were to make you suck on his fingers once more, you'd really probably cum with one touch.

He smiled, amused at your pleading. “Jakey’s princess parts.” you affirmed innocently, whimpering at the feeling of relief where his fingers just pressed.

“You gonna let Jakey slide his big cock into his princess parts?” He bit his lip, "All creamy, huh?"

“Yeah.” and with that approval, he pushed the crotch of the material covering your pussy to the side and pulled himself out of his bottoms.

“You like my cock, sweetheart?” he asked, his length hard on his stomach. Your eyes were wide at the new image, not really managing to process the situation.

You smiled shyly, pressing your face into his cheek. “Yeah.”

lmao this is giving ‘warm’ vibes

Finally pressing his tip into you, your pussy lips parted at the stretch, the fullness something you’d been waiting for so patiently since he first started to have such an effect on you. “Oh fuck-”

“Stupid girl, Jakey doesn’t like swearing. Apologise.” when he was fully sheathed in you, balls deep, his voice slipped deliciously into a lower octave.

“‘M sorry,” you drooled, face nuzzled into his shoulder. “Deep.”

“Fucked dumb.” he sighed, “All pretty for me.”

“Cum.” you pawed at his shoulder, the hands he had on your hips lifting you up and pressing you down onto his cock again. “Want cum.”

“You want to cum?”

“No- I want Jakey’s cum. In Jakey’s princess parts.” your voice was shaky and wrecked, and your thighs trembled at the feeling of being so satiated and finally filled to the brim.

“You want my cum?” Jake used his fingers to tilt your head up to be level with his so he could gaze into your eyes.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll give you a big load, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that.” he groaned at your tightness. “You wanna leak my cum?”

“All the time,” you pouted, teary eyes reflecting need and desperation.

"Bounce on it then sweetie, just like this." he lifted you by the hips so he slipped out, the tip just stretching out your opening before he pressed you back down again. The sharp fullness made you almost sob.

Complying with his instruction, you sat up and began to move. Jake's cock slipped in and out of you with lewd quelches and a repeated pap pap pap that should have been something out of a porno, along with your cute sounds and Jake's heavy breathing.

You moved. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. And the way he gazed into your eyes as you moved had butterflies erupting in your tummy. 

"Such a pretty girl," he smiled at you, the genuinity taking you back a little, even in your wrecked and sensitive state. As you started getting tired, Jake pressed a few shushing kisses to your jaw. "Shhh, baby. Just sit, okay? I'll take care of you."

And he pressed you down into his lap, using his thumb to rub pretty circles onto your little clit. "Jakey's Princess feeling good?" he asked, cursing under his breath as he nearly felt himself cum when you clenched tight around him.

"Princess parts feel so good." you nodded, eyes half-lidded as you shuddered on top of him as your climax hit. "Hmmm."

"Coming around my cock so well," he shushed you with his lips, the mewling from your lips growing in volume at the stinging sensitivity. "You gonna let Jakey fuck his cum into you?"

"Please," breathless, you approved, and that's all it took for Jake to give you his load finally.

Wrapping his arms around you, he tiredly reached for the duvet and shuffled with you on top of him and him still inside you.

You were satisfied, and whatever you and Jake had to talk out would be saved for the morning when you were more coherent.

i'm so so sorry i've been away for this last week! i got a lot requests so it's been a matter of keeping up with that and schoolwork. because of something personal I am going through it will take me longer to complete all your requests. I'm really sorry once again lovelies ♡ i hope you guys enjoyed this piece 😊