#husky puppies noises

[neo-novaa]

pretty boy

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking/drunk characters, slightly very suggestive ending, no spoilers :)

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: he is so babygirl

you’re on his lap, hands lost in his hair, his twitching around your waist.  your teeth clash as you’re desperately pulling at each other to get as much contact as possible. his lips still taste like cheap vodka, and you’re sure yours tastes the same; through all his noise, you can still hear the party raging on only a few floors down. 

you pull away to catch your breath, and your fingers are gently tracing the edges of ethans face. he’s nearly panting, his breathing always gets so husky when he’s making out with you.

ethan moved to bring your lips to his, but you’re gently pushing on his shoulders. 

“no, no—stop,” you whisper, cradling his face in your hands. “lemme just…look at you.”

you’re drunk. you’re really drunk. and as much as you want to kiss him, an even greater part of you just wants to look at him. 

you trace his features; the soft wrinkles on his forehead, his prominent brow bone, the slight bags beneath his eyes and the almost invisible freckles just below them. you obsess over them. 

“what are you doing?” ethan slurs, trying to escape your grasp. 

“you’re pretty…” you’re mumbling to yourself. even through ethan’s silent protests you’re worship every detail of his face. 

“you’re drunk.” he retaliates while you gently thumb his cheekbones. 

“yeah, but i’m also right.” you scoff, grabbing ethans chin and yanking him towards you, rewarding him with a soft kiss on his cheek. 

but you quickly return to mapping his skin, murmuring soft praise that even you weren’t aware of. 

but ethan was. he was very, very aware of it. 

“s’pretty,” your words slur together, coming out as soon as you’re able to think them. 

“did you know that? y’so pretty ethan…” you’re gently running your thumbs along his lips, and ethan’s eyes are locked on yours. 

“pretty boy…my pretty boy…” your fingers reach his neck and you trace the edges of ethans adams apple. you admire the way it hitches when you compliment him. 

“you’re not too bad yourself,” he replies, nervously, and after nearly a minute of silence on your part. if you were only half as drunk as you were now, you might’ve been able to catch that gap, and pieced together that ethan almost definitely had to hype himself up to say something like that. 

“oh yeah?” you straighten your back and your hands finally stop: one palm pressing into his chest, the other resting at the crook of his neck. you finally meet ethan’s gaze through glassy and half-lidded eyes.

you can feel his heart pounding beneath your fingertips. 

you pull his lips to yours and ethan melts in the kiss. it’s nothing like the tooth and tongue from mere moments ago. it’s soft, languid, as if you have all the time in the world. 

but unfortunately, and rather obviously, you don’t. 

ethan had just finally worked up the courage to slide a hand under the hem of your shirt when the door swings open. 

ah. it’s chad. and he’s so clearly, visibly, ostensibly drunk. 

“yo someone just brought, like, three fucking keggers. i don’t give a shit about what you guys are doing you have got to get down here!”

at least he has the common courtesy to close the door behind him.  

you look back to ethan, his warm hands firm on your waist, those dilated puppy dog eyes looking up at you. 

“you’re not going anywhere.” he murmurs firmly, pressing his lips to your skin. “especially not after calling me all those names.”

and yeah, maybe you’ll miss out on the best kegger this university will ever have, but at least you could say you were fucking your boyfriend instead. 

[elstoy]

anyone else ever think about being on ur knees for ellie mid patrol? bobbing your head up and down and left an’ right, having your hair gripped and feeling your scalp burning while gagging on her sloppy cunt? teary doe eyes that are so blown out and eager to please, being looked down upon by half lidded eyes that nearly go crossed? having your own moans blocked by her puffy aching clit, coming out of your mouth like little pleas… pleas that yearn for her to cum and cream and release all over your pretty face?

and she looked so intimidating from beneath at first, eyebrows scrunched together, bottom lip sucked below her top teeth, palms squeezing your cheeks and commanding you to “open your mouth up, pretty”

and you were simply so scared, scared of getting caught or jumped, but all she did was chuckle meanly and make you feel so… tiny, like all your worries mean jackshit. “show me that tongue” murmurs ellie in a husky tone. — your eager pink muscle was out in no time, eyelids blinking fast and heavy. you looked like a drenched puppy, chasing her eyes and looking for her approval. “thaaat’s it, y’gonna eat it? gonna make me feel good?”, her question is a coo with that condescending quality that you’d usually despise, but it’s ellie so it makes you leak through your cotton panties. you nod, but ellie isn’t satisfied. she tsk’s quietly, “words” she demands, her hand that rested on your head curling to a fist and pulling hard. you wince, feeling your tears gather in the corner of your eyes and your throat begins to clog. “mhm, wanna eat your pussy, els”, you murmur sweetly, smiling through the burning hot pain. ellie laughs airily, shaking her head and looking into the distance as if there’s an actual crowd there, as if she’s telling them “y’see how much of a filthy whore my girlfriend is?” — and when they clap, she shoves her thumb into your mouth and collects the drool that gathered on the valley of your tongue.

her clit all but pumps, so she separates her pinkish folds with her right hand, exposing those webs of slick that formed, and shoves your face into her crotch with her left one.

“atta’ girl… do what you do best, lemme use you, uh-huh… lemme use my cute little —“ you suckle on her clit harshly so she has to stop mid sentence. she chuckles and makes a high pitched noise. “little fuckin’ fucktoy, y’were made for this, huh?”

that you were.

[seungfl0wer]

*I’ll do anything* P.3

Part Title: Bloody Love

Paring: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Arguing, Guns, Death/K!lling, Blood, Reader gets stabbed, handcuffs, chocking, breath play, (M) receiving, A tit slap, face fucking, Creampie, unprotected sex, Minho being a dick ngl

This is part of a series find other parts here:

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The morning after your heavenly night was already off to a good start, waking up in Minhos arms your cat snuggling on the other side of you. The bed was cozy it felt so peaceful. You laid there for a bit petting your cat as you listening to the rhythm of Minhos breathing. ‘God he smelt so good’ you thought to yourself.

You sighed looking at the time not wanting to get up but needing to so you could start breakfast. You sighed one more time as you tried pulling yourself from the sleeping man. As you did so your cat got up stretching, he found his place again laying against Minho curling back up. The sight made your heart flutter.

Making your way to the kitchen you grabbed a few things to make some blueberry pancakes and sausage. You heard a ringing coming from your room followed by a low grumble. Minhos phone must have went off waking the poor man. He groggily made his way to the kitchen to find you “what Smells so good?” His voice husky from just waking up. “Pancakes” you replied with a smile. He made his way towards you wrapping his arms around you lazily leaning his head into the crook of your neck. “Smells good” his voice almost a whisper against your ear.

The feeling of him behind you still half asleep made you blush a bit it felt so domestic like you were an old married couple. He placed small kisses against your neck before hearing another ring “ah that damn phone I swear I hear it in my nightmares” he huffed peeling himself off of you sulking away to answer the phone. He came back a few minutes later food now done. “After we eat we’ll get ready, Jisung will be here soon to pick us up.” His voice trailing off as he looked at the food.

“Y/n- I think I’m gonna marry you” he said with a chuckle. “Where we going?” You asked smiling at his comment “to see your brother remember?” He said shoving a bite in his mouth. “Oh yeah!” You laughed a bit looking at him. “Y/n- you better eat remember our talk” he said almost glaring at you. You nodded making yourself a plate sitting down across from him. “You need to start calling me sir by the way, you agreed to it.” His words coming out a bit harsh but mumbled by another bite.

You nodded again before he shot you a look, you quickly cleared your throat “yes sir” you stated looking up at him with puppy eyes. He hummed at your words going back to eat. “We’ll get ready and head out I have to stop somewhere anyways.” He said softly “of course sir” you said in response picking up another bite.

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After breakfast you two got dressed and headed to the car, greeted by jisung smiling face. The two men talked a bit as you drove by familiar places getting close to the hospital. You sighed loudly as the car turned in, you were happy to see your brother but it always made you sad to see him in his state. As you parked Minho quickly came around to open your door giving you his hand to grab “thank you sir.” You replied making him smirk a bit “no problem doll”

Heading to his room you peered through the window looking into see if he was awake. He laid there looking up at the tv screen, his mouth slightly open while he focused on the show. His eyes looked heavy like he was exhausted. As you came to the door the noise of your shoes gave you away, his head swung towards you a big smile plastered across his face “y/n!” He squealed it was followed by a hard cough.

You went to sit beside him Minho standing at the door still as he just watched you two interact. He smiled fondly at the moment he was watching. You visited your brother for an hour or so before he was getting sleepy. You gave him a big kiss on the forehead before leaving.

Getting into the car you started at your next destination, while you were on the road Minho seemed to be staring at something. He leaned up trying to talk to jisung softly so you couldn’t hear. “Ji, you see that car hmm?” He said to the boy driving he nodded quickly “yeah been following us since we left the hospital.” He said looking at the mirror then back at the road. “The car looks like the ones the Kang family drive.” His voice barely audible to you but jisung hearing every word. “What should we do?” Jisung said looking at you in the mirror “what about y/n?” He said his eyes trailing back to the road.

“I’m not sure exactly what to do, but I do know we should try and lose them. I’ll call changbin and see where he’s at.” He said sitting back to call him. You couldn’t tell what exactly was going on but how the tension felt in the car you knew something was up. You looked over staring at Minho trying to read his face trying to get any sort of clue. “Yeah alright, thanks Bin” he said before hanging up. He looked at Jisung telling him “blue house” with those words Jisung nodded changing lanes.

The car behind them was still there but Minho stayed calm not wanting to freak you out however the people behind had different plans. You could hear what almost sounded like a gun shot, then you heard another. You looked over at Minho who was now grabbing the gun he had stashed on his belt. “Y/n keep your head down” he said sternly. You nod moving yourself down, putting your head against the seat infront of you. You heard another shot this time it had hit the back of the window. The glass hadn’t broken yet however it did have a crack in it now.

Minho rolled down his window taking aim at their tires missing the first shot but landing the second. The car swerved slightly but regained control as it sped up faster. It rammed into the back of the car making your body slam against the seat. Minho looked over at you before reloading the gun to shoot another tire. Before he did so jisung yelled “hold on” before he swerved the car into a back road speeding as fast as he could. The other car quickly followed behind firing another shot at the window this time shattering it. Glass rained down falling everywhere. “Fuck” Minho said loudly as he looked down at you.

As he took his eyes off the men he was met by a bullet to the forearm burring itself deep into the man’s muscle. He winced in pain looking down at you “don’t you even think about fucking moving” he almost screamed at you seeing how you were ready to pounce to protect him. He took another shot, hitting another tire the car swerved yet again before it ended up hitting a tree. Minhos body relaxed a small bit before sinking down into the seat.

“Are you-“ you started to say before Minho cut you off “I’m fine y/n” he hissed out. Jisung drove down the road reaching a blue house at the end drive way. Minho quickly got out walking towards the house to talk to Changbin, Jisung came around opening making sure you got out safely. He wiped the glass off of you before looking you over a bit seeing a few scratches nothing seemed to major. He motioned you towards the house both the men who had once been there going inside already.

You huffed a bit following inside, the two boys were talking in the living room before another man walked downstairs his beautiful blonde locks trailing down his face. Little chocolate chip freckles placed ever so perfectly across his face. You stared at him as he walked down, carrying what looked like a medical bag. “That’s doctor Lee” jisung said leaning down to you “he’s apart of the same family as Minho, he’s a really good doctor.” He said smiling at the man.

The boy smiled at you both taking a second to pause at you before he heard Minhos voice “Felix, in here” his voice sounded distressed. You walked closer to see him shirtless Doctor Lee examining him. His arm dripped in blood cuts across his face and upper body from the glass breaking. “How’d you manage to get hit this time?” The doctor’s voice teased. He glared over at you “if I wasn’t worried about someone getting hurt it wouldn’t have happened” his voice a bit stern, you felt your heart drop. “It’s my fault” you said in a whisper. You slinked away walking outside to sit on the steps. You had your arms crossed just look out into the vast woods.

The door creaked before you felt someone sit beside you. It was jisung he patted you back softly “don’t let his harsh words get to you he can be an ass but he cares about his people.” He said giving you a smile. The sweet moment was cut a bit short as you could hear rustling from the side of the house. You both peered around only to be met with 2 men guns pointing at you both. You let out a gulp before jisung yelled “Minho!”

Like a flash one of the men grabbed ahold you by the throat looking at you with almost hungry eyes. The other hit Jisung with the butt of the gun knocking him at. “let go of me!” You tried screaming the pressure of his hand over your throat muffled your words.

“Looks like little Minnie has a new play thing” he laughed licking the side of your face “mmm and she’s sweet too” you felt sick, felt sick to your stomach as the men made gross comments about you. Minho in the matter of seconds was at the door with the others guns pointed “drop her” he said his voice low. The men chuckled a bit “if you shoot us we’ll just shoot her first.” The said pulling a gun out pointing it to your temple.

Minho looked at you with worried eyes “what do you want” he said voice stern looking at the men. “Well we came here for money but maybe we’ll just take the girl instead we can have more fun with her” the man said running his fingers up your leg. Your body panicked mind going crazy. You quickly grabbed the man’s hand that had the gun and twisted making him drop it. You kicked the other man straight in the face. With all the commotion they didn’t realize Minho had grabbed their guns.

Changbin came behind the one still standing grabbing him by the collar pulling him away from you. Minho went to grab you before the man on the ground pulled out a knife he had stashed away. You ran at you full force plunging the knife deep into your side. You felt a warm sensation everything happening so fast before you heard a gunshot making you jump. Changbin behind you had shot the man dead who had just stabbed you. Blood splattering against your back. The other man was being held down by Jisung and Felix.

Your hands grabbed at your side feeling the warm liquid seeping out of you. Your legs felt like jello your body running hot as your eyes met Minhos. Changbin took the butt of his gun smashing it over the other man’s head knocking him out. Felix tied him up before coming to get you. He quickly brought you into the house.

Minho stood outside his body was almost frozen, seeing you like that made his heart drop scared he could have lost you. But even more so why the hell were you sitting outside in the first place knowing they were outside? His mind went through all emotions before waking inside. Felix treated your wound luckily the knife was only small piercing only a layer of fat. He stitched you up while changbin smirked at you “how the hell did you learn to do that?” He asked voice sounding pumped “you took them out” he said patting your back.

Minho came in as he said this his eye stared you down “yeah, glad you can fight back but you wouldn’t have been in that situation if you had I don’t know stayed in the fucking house? How are you so dumb that you would go outside fully aware they were still out there?” He hissed his words flowing fast. “Jisung got hurt” he said pointing at the boy with an ice pack over the bump he had gotten. “Minho ease up” Jisung said softly. “Ease up? She needs to know this isn’t some fucking game, she could get us killed or worse her fucking self!”

At this point you had tears pricking at your cheeks his words hurt thinking you had put everyone at danger. You honestly thought the men had probably died during the crash not knowing this all could happen. “I’m sorry” you said softly wiping the tears that dare fell. “Good y/n you should be fucking sorry” he said as pacing back and forth. Changbin put a hand on his shoulder “maybe we should get you guys home.” He said looking at the man before him. He helped you into another car that wasn’t all destroyed sitting you infront with jisung.

Minho huffed crossing his arms while he sat alone in the back seat. You could feel him seething back there him burning a hole in the back of your head. You guys arrived home jisung helping you to your room as Minho stormed off to his. “I’m sorry jisung” you said softly “I know sweets, it’s ok. And he’ll be ok just give him some time and space.” He said giving you a soft smile before leaving.

It was just the two of you here now you could hear Minho throwing things around in his room. It made you a bit scared however you tried to pull yourself together making your way to the kitchen to try and cook dinner. Getting it done you went to knock on Minhos door. He flung it open meet your gaze “what!” He spat looking at you like he’d wanna just scream.

“I- uh- dinners ready” you said softly looking down at the ground. He looked at you and laughed a bit “you gotta be out of your mind to think I’m gonna sit down at the table with you.” He said getting ready to slam the door “Minho- wait” you blurted “I’ll just make your plate and stay in my room while you eat.” You said words shaking. His eyes locked on you but not for what you thought “what did you just call me?” He said his voice sounding angry.

Shit.

“I- I’m sorry sir I didn’t mean” you tried to get out before Minho was pushing you against the wall. “I thought we talked about this, this morning are you really that fucking dumb that you forgot?” He hissed his words sticking to your brain. He placed his hands around your throat making you look at him. “I’ve let you off so many times never once have I punished you but I think I should start maybe you’ll fucking learn some damn manners. Maybe I can fuck some sense into that dumb little brain of yours hmm?”

Your body tensed under him his words although harsh somehow turned you on? What the fuck? Are you into degrading?? Your brain almost laughed at yourself swirling thoughts inside your head before Minhos hand pushed a bit. “Answer me bitch.” His Eyes glued to you. “Sir please-“

He dug his other hand onto your clothes thigh “does my little bitch need some training still hmm? Needs me to fuck her till she knows her fucking place and who to listen to?” His words were hot against you, his lips close to yours. “Punish me sir.” You almost moaned out. The smug smile that plastered his face was enough to make your core throb. Minho grabbed you pulling you to him only for you to wince in pain. He looked at you for a second he wanted to say sorry but the dom side of him didn’t care.

You could tell in his eyes though he felt bad for it, he moved slower keeping your side in mind before pulling you into his room. He laid harsh bites to your neck as he pushed you to the bed. “Undress now” he growled moving away from your body. You quickly did as he asked “nu uh” he said grabbing your hand “slowly” his words slipping off his tongue. You slowly took your clothes off letting each garment fall to the ground as he watched you in full view. “On your back” he said motioning you with his hand.

He quickly dropped his pants underwear following after. The sight of his cock smacking against his toned stomach made you moan. He laughed at your reaction “You’re moaning from just the sight of my cock? Pathetic” he hissed as he got on the bed. He straddled your upper body pinning your arms down with his hot thighs. His cock towering over your head “be a good little bitch and open that dirty mouth of yours.” He said rubbing the tip on your lips.

“Yes sir” you say softly opening your mouth to let him in. He slowly pushes into your mouth groaning at the feeling “fuck so warm” he breathed out. He went slow for a few minutes just feeling every inch of your mouth. You swirled your tongue around him feeling him leaking precum already. He quickened his pace fucking your mouth rougher. He could feel the back of your throat wanted to cum down in and make you choke on all of him.

He grabbed a fist full of your hair fucking mindlessly into your mouth. “This is what you’re good for” he said pulling your hair to make you look at him “for my use” his words trailed off as he felt his high coming. Fucking into you even faster hands gripping on to your hair tightly. You could feel the tear pricking, feeling yourself gag a bit around his girth. He quickly came his hot liquid filling your mouth. You made a face not really wanting to swallow. He gripped your head keeping your mouth closed before clipping your nose with his finger. “Swallow it” he said. You couldn’t breathe quickly swallowing all of him before he let go of your nose. “Good girl.”

Was that kinda hot? You thought to yourself. Oh no I’m Turing into a sadist your thought continued. Minho grabbed something from his draw bedside him clanking it out as he did so. Before you could even see what it was he had them around your wrist and in one swoop you were handcuffed. He smirked at the sight of you, moving one hand down to your oh so needy heat. He lightly ran a finger up your slit before chuckling “you’re soaked, you really are just a dirty bitch aren’t you” he said before pushing a finger into your dripping cunt.

The feeling made your hips buck wanting, no needing the friction. Minho left out another chuckle before he moved his hand away. “I don’t think you deserve to be played with kitten” he said his words coming off more sweet this time. He looked over your body seeing your red wound had made him snap back a bit. But just a bit. “I think im just gonna go straight in, you can take me right kitten?” He coo’d eyes watching your every move. You nod “y-yes sir”

He smirked moving himself between your legs slapping his cock against your clit. He rubbed his cock up in down your slit all your juices lubing him up. The feel made you moan loudly Minho didn’t even move at your noise his head swirling at the feeling. He didn’t mean to but he had pushed himself into you while teasing you. The low groan that escaped his lips made your core clench tightly around him drawing out another groan from the man. He brought his hands up to your neck pinning you on the mattress as he started to fuck into you hard.

“God fuck.. warm.. you’re so.. w-warm” he groaned out his hips stuttering at the feeling. “Does my kitten feel good hmm? Feel good when sir fucks hard and deep into this little cunt of yours hmm?” His words hot like a smack of warm summer air. He hadn’t said anything mind being blank before Minho slapped one of your breast squeezing it afterwards “I asked you a question kitten or am I fucking you so dumb you can’t even reply?” He chuckled a bit. “Feel- go-good sir so good” you voice shaking.

His smirked at your reply moving his hand from your breast to your throbbing clit. “Who’s the only one that can make you cum so good hmm? Tell me kitten, I bet no man has ever made you truly cum.” He said moving his hand over your bud making small circles as his hips still ravished you with the rhythm. “Only you- sir” Minho groaned at your answer he pushed your legs up pounding deep into you feeling both your highs coming. Your cunt sucking his cock in so nicely. The feeling of pleasure and your high rushing out hid any pain you may have been feeling.

Your body registered a feeling of warmth but your brain only had one thing in its mind right now you’d figure it out later. Minho pounder mercilessly into you “you gonna cum on my cock kitten hmm? You’ve been good this whole time letting me use you cum with me beautiful” he coo’d out as if on command to his words the cord had snapped inside of you releasing everything your body stuttering as you did. Minho road your high out as his came shortly after you body seizing in you as he coated the inside of you with his hot cum.

You both panted out a bit trying to catch your breath before Minhos eyes went big “Fuck y/n!” He said frantically. Your head was spinning you felt dizzy, numb almost. You tried to answer but no words had come out. “Hey hey y/n, kitten” he grabbed you taking his shirt he had putting it over your wound. He didn’t realize the stitches had come off as he was fucking you, which would explain the warm sensation you had felt earlier. “Shit” he said loudly noticing the cut looked deeper than Felix had told him.

He quickly got on the phone calling Felix up telling him to hurry, and that he did. Minho didn’t know what to do panic was taking over. He grabbed a pair of his basketball shorts putting them on you. Taking off the handcuffs quickly, throwing them aside. You were still there, well kinda your brain was foggy eyes fluttering trying to stay awake. You slowly tiled your head looking at the frantic man. “Min” you said softly. The man looked down at you worry plastered across his face “I’m sorry- for everything” you choked out. “I should have- should know better.” Your words started to slur now. “I’ll try and be better- wanna make you happy.” You said eyes fluttering shut and back open to finally shut again.

His eyes widen “no no y/n Y/N!” He yelled trying to wake you up. Felix had gotten there bursting through the door looking at your state. He shook his head “you really could go a few days without fucking her?” His voice annoyed. Minho was trying not to cry, he wiped tears that had fallen before Felix had gotten there.

“Help” is all he could muster out. Felix pushed Minho away from you and got to work cleaning the wound getting it to stop bleeding again and stitching it again. He looked at you grabbing something in his bag before grabbing a bottle and needle. “This will help the wound and help with how dehydrated she seemed” he said giving you a shot your body wincing at the prick. “Minho. Do not. And I mean do not. Let this happen again. That cut is deeper than I originally told you. I just didn’t wanna worry you” he admitted. “It’ll be easy for her to bleed out.” He said moving way from you. “Call me if something happens alright? She’ll wake up eventually.” He said before packing his stuff up.

Felix had left Minho staring down at you his bed now soaked in your blood same with his shirt. He held onto you tightly “fuck” he swore out “i should have been gentler.” He said his brain yelling at him. He held onto feeling you shift in your sleep a few times before you finally woke up. Your eyes blurred a bit looking around “Minho?” You said voice almost a whisper. His body shot up so fast “y/n!” He almost screamed. He came to you wrapping his arms around you “im sorry!” His voice shaking you shook your head no “i deserved it” your voice again almost ghostly soft.

Hearing you say that made his heart almost drop out of his chest “don’t say that! You almost died y/n!” He said words cracking a bit. “I couldn’t stand to live with out you.” He said kissing you softly. “You’d be fine” your voice blunt. “I’m nothing great.” You said looking at the wall to avoid his gaze. “Kitten please don’t say that.” He said feeling tears pricking at his eyes. “I love you” he said softly kissing you again. You laid your head on the man’s chest “I love you too” you said softly into his chest. He held tightly onto you all night scared something would happen again. He didn’t want you out of his sight let alone out of his arms.

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[m00nlight-ramblings]

Lucky You

You and Steve are (sometimes) friends with benefits, heavy on the "friends". While being partnered up for a school project, you both get distracted very easily.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x female reader

Warnings: smut (with very little plot), p in v sex, oral (female receiving), dirty talk. unprotected sex, friends with benefits. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: My first Steve oneshot because I couldn't help it even though I didn't have any requests lol. I CAN'T HELP IT I LOVE THIS MAN OKAY?!

The math equations in front of you started to blur on the page, causing you to blink rapidly and press your fingers to your temples. You had been at it with this particular math problem for basically 30 hours now (aka 5 minutes), but you weren't getting any closer to solving it now than you were when you first moved to it.

"Yeah, I can't do this." Steve huffed, pushing his book in front of him and sighing, "This shit is way too hard."

"C'mon, we can't give up now - the project's due next week and we have like...20 more problems to do." You retorted, starting to press your fingers harder on your forehead.

Steve groaned and leaned towards you in defeat, his head heavily resting on your shoulder. Kicking his feet in a mock temper tantrum, he heaved his shoulders and pressed his full body weight against you, causing you to start to tip over.

"Steve! Stoppppp -" You started to giggle, trying to push him off of you. You saw his playful smile in the corner of your eye as he put even more of his body weight on you, eventually pushing you to the floor. You groaned loudly, throwing your hands in the air as he laid on top of your torso. "You're killing me, Harrington!"

"Come on, you love it!" He said, pushing on your stomach. You made a noise that could only be described as a "strangled gurgle" and started to slap his back.

"Okay, uncle, uncle! I wave my white flag, getoffame!" You finally pushed him off but stayed laying down, trying to catch your breath now that you had full control of your airwave again. Steve was laughing, rolling to a laying position right next to you. After a moment of silence - beside both of your laughter - he turned his head to you.

"I don't wanna do this project anymore." He said, pouting his lips. You turned your head to mirror him, staring into his puppy dog eyes. You rolled your own eyes, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

"Well too bad, because our midterm grade relies on it." Steve sighed and you sucked your teeth, "You know, Steve, you're lucky Ms. Rollings paired us together, otherwise I have a sneaking suspicion that you'd fail this."

Steve gasped in mock horror, bringing a hand to his heart. "Lucky me? Lucky you! I'm the one pulling the full weight of this project!"

"Oh, yeah right!" You joked, laughing loudly. "That's horseshit!"

Steve scooted closer to you, casually throwing his arm around your waist, "Yes, it's very true. And as the person spear-heading this project, I have determined that we are due for a break."

You raised your eyebrows and turned on your side, fully melting into Steve's embrace. Your heart backflipped for a second - you had quite the idea of where he was going with this, and to say you were open and willing was an understatement. "Oh yeah?"

Steve nodded, playing into his joking role even more, "Oh, yes. And I have the best idea on how to spend it." He leaned his face in, his lips merely inches from your face. You couldn't help but smile, biting your lower lip.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Your hand found its way to Steve's waist, sneaking into his shirt. He gasped slightly at the feeling of your touch. He nodded slowly, leaning even closer in. His lips were touching yours now, causing your heart to beat faster.

"Why don't I show you, instead?" His voice was husky, causing your attraction to bloom in your belly. He licked his lips and quickly looked into your eyes, cocking an eyebrow.

Without waiting for your response, Steve pushed you gently on your back, sliding down your body. He smiled his signature Steve smile and played with the button on your jeans. While you slipped your sneakers off, you nodded at him, giving him the go-ahead. Hastily, he undid your top button, sliding down the jeans.

"Fuck, I missed doing this with you." He said, raising his eyebrows and lowering himself down to your level. He caught your lips in a kiss, sloppy and urgent. It had been a few weeks since you last hooked up, and not surprisingly, you were left with an ache only Steve Harrington could fill.

"I missed doing this with you." You teased back, biting down softly on his bottom lip. He groaned slightly, his eyelids fluttering closed. You smiled at the power you had in that moment - something about making The Steve Harrington weak made you feel on top of the world.

Steve hastily ripped off his tshirt, discarding it on the floor next to you. You mimicked him, your shirt joining his on the ground. Steve stared at your chest for a moment, covered in a lacy bra you kept hidden like a secret weapon. He whimpered and looked at you.

"You wore my favorite bra." He plainly stated, his eyes glazing over slightly. You smirked.

"Just a coincidence...laundry day."

It wasn't a coincidence.

Steve licked his lips, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your chest. He watched as you slowly - painfully slow, so you could tease him - undid the clasp of your bra behind you, your tits bouncing as they left the constraints of the bra. As you discarded your bra to the depth of the floor with your shirts, Steve groaned again, immediately reaching down to palm your tits.

"God, I could stare at these tits all day," He said, fingering your nipples. You hissed as you alternated between the two, the nipple not in between his fingers finding its way into his mouth.

"Fuck, Steve!" You whispered, your hands finding their way into his hair. He chuckled as he lapped at your tits, teething at the erect nipples gently. He swirled his tongue around your tits, leaving a trail of immediately drying saliva. You were quickly aware of how this wasn't going to be a slow and sensual fuck - this was going to be a burning-passion-I-need-you-right-now kind.

As if on queue, Steve slid down you body, throwing your legs to the side so he could bury his head in between them. You yelped quietly at the movement and he smirked, winking at you as he pushed your underwear to the side. He settled in, and while eyeing your cunt, he whistled.

"Whew, baby you are already so wet for me," He said, licking his lips, "I can see it from here...don't even need to touch it to know." He eyed you, teasing your wet folds with a gentle touch from one of his point fingers. You gasped at his touch, cocking an eyebrow.

"You going to tease me all night, Harrington, or you going to put your money where you mouth is?" You said through gritted teeth. He chuckled, taking his pointer finger to start circling your clit. You let your head hang backwards, your mouth agape. A shiver of pleasure shot through your body at his touch.

"Oh, I'll show you where I'll put my mouth." He said, his voice raspy. A moment passed before you felt his cool lips attach themselves to your clit, immediately sucking at just the right tempo.

"Oh, fuck, Steve!" You moaned, one of your hands flying to your side. You gripped the t-shirt next to you, balling it into your fist.

Steve replied with a moan, sending a vibration through your clit. You started to pant as his tongue lapped at your pussy, your legs involuntarily opening wider and wider. You felt your toes start to tingle as Steve inserted a finger, keeping at it with his tongue. He moaned as he ate your core, the vibration of the sound sending your closer and closer to the edge. Your free hand found its way to one of your tits, playing with a nipple. Steve looked up from your pussy and pulled away, smiling.

"That's it, play with your tits, you dirty girl." He immediately went back to your pussy and you felt your eyes start to roll back in your head. Sex with Steve was always fun, and sometimes funny, but when Steve was dirty, he knew just the thing to say to send you over the edge.

You were putty in his hands, and he knew it.

Steve's finger inside of you teased you, slowly moving in and out. He focused his attention at your clit, getting you closer and closer to orgasm. You felt the coil in your belly start to build, and your pussy started to tighten.

"I'm gonna cum," You said, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn't have your wits about you to be any loud - Steve's sexual ability was making your head swim, and y9our vision turn fuzzy. "Fuck, I'm so close."

Suddenly, Steve pulled away, wiping his mouth. Your head shot up to look at him and he smiled, pushing his underwear down. His erect penis stood at attention, desperate to be inside of you.

"If that's the case, then I'm going to make you cum on my cock." He said. Suddenly, you gripped your hips and flipped you over, immediately spreading your legs. Pulling you up by your hips, he positioned your ass in the air. With a swift slap - a loud TWACK echoing in the room - you felt him position himself at your entrance.

"Tell me you want it." He commanded, playing with your pussy. You felt the tip of his cock circling your entrance, never fully going in. Gasping at the feeling, you spoke.

"I want it. Fuck, Steve, I want it!"

"What do you want?"

"I-I want your cock!" You heard the neediness - the desperation - in your voice. If you were a character in a book or a movie, you would've rolled your eyes - how good does the sex have to be in order for someone to be so desperate to sound like that?

But you knew.

"I want your cock in me." Your voice was a whine as he chuckled. He slowly entered you, stopping about a quarter of the way. Your body tensed and you held your breath, waiting for the full feeling of him stretching you. He exited you and entered, again stopping about a quarter of the way. He did this two or three more times before he fully entered you without warning, slamming into your pussy.

You screamed in pleasure, throwing your head back. Steve grabbed hold of your hair and gave it a quick tug, finding pacing with his dick. Every thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the orgasm that Steve abandoned a few moments ago starting to creep back in.

Your body heat rose and you felt your forehead start to sweat, your words getting jumbled. They were somewhere between "fuckfuckfuck" and "yesyesyesySteveohyesyes", Steve's grunts and moans peppering between them.

"Fuck, this pussy is so good!" He said, his hair swinging with every thrust. Looking back, you saw that his lids were half closed, a sign that he was getting closer to his own orgasm. He caught your eyes and smiled, "Fuck, you look so fucking hot."

"Fuck Steve...I'm gonna fucking cum. You better make me fucking cum this time." You said, a smile playing on your lips. He smiled back, slapping your ass again and digging his fingers into your hips to hold you steady. His thrusts became a bit sloppy, and the rhythm he had been holding was now starting to come undone.

"I always make you fucking cum," He grunted, "I make you cum. You better scream my name when you cum." He commanded, this side of Steve rising in a way that only happens when you two had sex. You heart was beating so rapidly, seeing him sweaty and primal. The Steve you often fucked was so different than the Steve everyone else knew - it made your sex all the better, almost like a secret between you two.

Your orgasm was on the brink now, your vision peppered with black spots. The coil in your belly finally snapped, the rush of pleasure extending to your toes. You screamed his name, you hips bucking at his thrusts. Steve grabbed hold of your hair again before you felt his chest completely connect with your back, him laying on top of you. With two more thrusts, he groaned your name, his orgasm shooting into you. He reached one arm around your chest to hold you closer, his spasms moving you together as he held you close.

After a moment, silent except from panting from the both of you, he pulled out, immediately sitting on the ground to catch his breath. You wiped your brown and sat across from him, mirroring him.

"Fuck, that was so hot." He spoke, his voice tired. You nodded i agreement and smiled at him, causing a small fit of giggles to be exchanged.

And just like that, the usual Steve was back.

"I have to tell you something," Steve said, starting to slowly get dressed. He helped you by handing you your clothes, "What I said earlier? Totally not true."

Confused, you looked at him, "Steve, what the hell are you talking about?"

Zipping up his jeans, he smiled at you, "With sex like that? I'm the lucky one."

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A/N: What did you guys think?? I had this idea for a while, and just wanted to put some pen to paper. It's not my favorite, but I do enjoy a good Steve smut lol. As always, likes/reblogs/comments are much appreciated <3

[pixielover1]

Wild Flowers.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Monster!König x reader.

Königs ears flicker and he stares at you with dumbfounded eyes. He thought maybe he was hearing things. He happily nods his head, so hard you’d think it would fly off. He was then following you home with the hot soup in his hands. You could hear his tail cutting through the air. You had no idea what you were doing or why, but you were allowing some strange man into your home! You push the door open and hold it for him as his hands are full. You kick off your shoes and lose a couple inches of height. König places the pot down on your kitchen counter and turns back to face you. Looking down to you, you catch how his eyes are filled with blatant excitement. Such an infectious feeling transfers over to you, making your body and doubts ease. Ever since he fixed your door, an odd feeling has been bubbling inside of your stomach.

You take in a small breath and walk into your bedroom. He truly follows like a lost puppy, keeping himself in arms reach of you. You sit on the edge of your bed and he remains standing with a craned neck. You pat the empty spot next to you for him to sit. He obliges and makes the bed dip from his weight. Noticing how dirty his clothes are, you absentmindedly trace a hand along his chest. You stand to your feet, now eye level with the wolf-man. He’s breathing hard again, and.. shaking? For König this was both heaven and hell. He was in your home, surrounded by your scent and being touched by you. But, it took everything in him not to grab and take you for his own. Unaware of his internal battle, you assume he’s just cold.

Still oblivious you slip his shirt off, now faced with his bare and hairy chest. You turn your back to him after tossing the fabric to the side. “I will go get some water to rinse you, I will be back” You’re only able to make one step before König snares you, his strong arms squeezing your body. His sparse and husky growls were filling your ears as his head dipped down to yours. The new found closeness allows his hot breath to tickle your neck and you feel aroused. “Nein. Stay.” He orders with no room for debate. You nodded as you were in no position to argue. With your submission, König feels his erection grow unbearable. In a flash your back is to the bed, König over you.

He is trembling, desperately trying not to fuck you right here. You gaze up at him with those innocent eyes and his penis jumps. He can’t stand to look at you any more. His savior, the one he would set the world ablaze for. He rests his head on the bed next to yours, his uneven breaths filling the quiet air. Your heart is pounding and a bundle of heat is forming between your legs. His monstrous body caged you between him and the mattress but for some reason, you grow concerned for the man. He looks unwell, so you let him know you’re still here and supporting him. You kiss his cheek. You kiss him. König stops breathing and his body becomes frozen in place. He slowly pulls back, looking at your face with awe and shock. You wore a soft smile on your face. Too inviting for him.

His eyes trace across your body and they linger on your flawless plump curves. He sees how your hips are made for breeding, and his dick starts to leak of precum. Without a warning, he takes his sharp claws and tears off your dress. You yelp, surprised at the sudden motion. His mouth doesn't know where to start, so he leaves kisses everywhere. Your tummy, your breast, your neck. nothing is untouched by him. animalistic noises seep from his mouth as he finally has you. You mewl under his passionate attacks. Your hips buck up in dire need of friction, the heat growing to be too much. König understands and slips his pants off, allowing his cock to spring out. It’s drooling for you, and it’s huge. The sheer length of it makes your breath hitch, and the girth makes your pussy throb. You want him inside of you. You need to feel him. You catch his gaze and you harp out to him, “Please.” That sole word sends König into a frenzy. He starts to rub his aching dick along your soft folds to get his slick onto you. He’s waited too long for this moment and he was going to fucking savor it. he slammed his lips onto yours needily, taking your lips and your breath. You claw at his back, need boiling up in your body past management. Your body is soon littered in deep marks and kisses. König bites and sucks at every inch of skin you have, making the spots ache. You're out of breath simply from his adoration of you. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter. But the kiss wasn't just him showing his love, it was a warning. He began to slide himself inside of your neglected hole. His growls grow as you have trouble fitting him inside of you. Screams leave your mouth at the stretch of his insane size. Tears roll down your cheek, but as quickly as they fall, König kisses them away. You tangle your trembling hands in his messy hair and try to pull him off of you. He doesn't budge. His jagged nails lock into the bed, leaving tears in your cottony sheets. Your whines make him twitch inside of you. He leans down, whispering in your ear. “Meine Liebe, ich werde dich niemals verlassen.” (My love, I will never leave you.) He then starts to take slow thrusts inside of you, forcing your pink walls open to no end. His weeping dick skirrs though your downy pussy, making you become accustomed to his monstrous shape. Your cries calm and die down into pants as it grows enjoyable. Once he feels your hips squirming, calling for more, he picks up his pace with a grunt. He fucks into you with a salacious stroke, hitting deep inside your gummy interior. You gasp when get a view of him wildly digging into you, his face entranced with ecstasy. He keeps your head trapped in between his arms, staring at you with intense lust. Your pretty face and sounds turned him even more barbaric.

He pulls out, flipping you onto your back. Harshly, he grabs your hips and pushes his cockhead inside your tightness again. Your body was just too welcoming. He rams into you with no remorse, ignoring your pleading speeches. Tears coat your cute face as he stuffs your pussy, the pain and pleasure consuming your mind. His grip on your ass leaves your skin red and sore. He feels the need to breed you, to make you his. Watching your perfect body bounce with every push spurs him on. You have no choice but to feel every thick inch plunge into your sensitive area. The bubble formed in your tummy is about to pop. He keeps his motions up, making your gushing hole remember the shape of him. With a loud cry you cum hard on his cock, making him give a dark chuckle. “Just like that, Mein kleiner Welpe.'' (My little pup) He cooed, stroking your back. You pant and paw at the sheets, the pleasure overwhelming your senses.

König knew then that you were made for him, for his cock. He knew his purpose was to protect and fill you to the brim with his seed. With newfound identity, he cums deep in your womb, your pleasured howls making him feel accomplished. He puts in a few more strokes, making sure you're filled with his cubs. He cherishes the memorable sight of your juices mixed together, cum leaking out your precious pussy. His perfect pussy. He kisses down your back as he carefully pulls out. When his mouth reaches your clit, he kisses it gently. You give him the softest moan he’s heard yet. Finding it so darling, he licks at your overstimulated lips. You whimper and breathe out, “Please.. I-i can’t '' He clusters up the small remains of self control in him, even though he wanted nothing more than to test the limits of your statement. He laid next to you and pulled you into his chest with ease. He rubbed your back calmingly. “Okay?” He asked, wanting to know if he hurt you or not. “I’m okay.” Your tired voice spoke, slightly raspy from the endless moaning. He looks down at you with a mellow smile. He wipes a tear away from your eye and whispers, “Königs.” You hum quietly in response, caving into his desires. At long last you were his; he feels complete. You rest against his chest and he lulls you to sleep, both of you eventually dozing off. He keeps a light sleep to ensure he can still protect you. Leaking his seed, König finally made you his Königin. The next time the sun came out, it would be burning brighter than before, and your life with him would begin.

Hello! This concludes Wild Flowers. I hope you enjoyed my first story! Please feel free to share ideas with me!

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 15: poison / word count: 787

When Regulus agreed to babysit Venus (Sirius and Remus' puppy), he thought the seven days they would be out of town would go smoothly. Thinking that was his first mistake.

The thing is, Venus is very quiet most of the time... except in winter when there are thunderstorms. It's winter, and what are the odds of that happening three nights in a row? One hundred percent, apparently. To say that Regulus' apartment was ruined is an understatement. 

His second mistake was thinking he could leave Venus alone for more than an hour to go shopping. Regulus takes full responsibility for this one, as he must have seen the noise complaints from his neighbours coming when he had the idea of leaving the husky with apparent separation anxiety alone.

Completely exhausted from lack of sleep and complaints, Regulus thought he could take some time out to distract himself by watching a movie with the puppy, which of course was Hachiko. They both settled down on the couch in the living room with a large carrot for Venus and a chocolate bar for him, and Regulus clicked play on the film. Regulus considers the eight and a half minutes he was awake an achievement. Third mistake.

One hour and fifty-two minutes later, when something warm licking his hand wakes him up, panic overcomes the youngest Black. Venus seems more energetic than ever, the carrot is intact except for a few bites, and there is no trace of what was left of his chocolate bar.

Missing chocolate + Venus = POISON

It's the equation that appears in neon letters all over his brain. 

Regulus can already imagine the thousand and one ways his brother and Remus will kill him for harming their baby, so for a long minute he sits, paralysed, eyes closed, as Venus chews on the sleeve of his hoodie.

When his phone vibrates, indicating a new message, that's all he needs to react, it's a message from Sirius asking how the little furball is, and just as Regulus is about to call and tell him everything in tears, a new message pops up, causing a light bulb to go on in his head.

J. Potter: Dinner tonight?

And Regulus has never been happier that James never gives up on him, so he decides to call him.

"I wasn't expecting you to call and finally agree to a date with me, but I suppose the solemnity of the occasion deserves it, what time shall I pick you up?" is the first thing he says.

"I need help, something bad happened," the younger man says, running his hand through his now tousled hair several times. There is a noise at the other end of the line, probably caused by a sudden movement.

"Where are you?

"I'm in my flat, but James, I need your help as a professional," Regulus says hurriedly. His brother's best friend has been a vet for about three years, so he should know what to do. 

"But you don't have - oh, is it Venus?"

A few minutes after Regulus chokingly confirms "yes" and explains the situation, James arrives at his flat. As he runs some routine tests on the husky, Regulus can't help but think once again how handsome the vet looks today and how grateful he is to have him in his life.

"Are you sure she ate it? She's not showing any symptoms of chocolate ingestion, her temperature is normal, as is her heart rate, and she's not puking. Have you checked the flat?" the doe-eyed man asks as he finishes his inspection. 

The lack of response is enough for James to start scanning every corner of the living room, and when he pulls the chocolate bar of discord from behind a potted plant, Regulus swears he could kiss him, but the feeling that he's been a complete idiot the whole week he's been with Venus is greater. So when the tears of relief and frustration start to fall, he can't help but feel pathetic. 

"Hey, it's all right, okay?" the older one says, reaching over and grabbing him by the shoulders, "I know taking care of Venus can be draining, I had my fair share of her a while back too. You must be tired, let me take care of you, okay?"

And that's how they end up sitting close together on the couch (only because Venus takes up most of it, that's the only reason, really), wrapped up in a blanket and a cup of chamomile tea, watching an episode of Dr. House that Regulus has already seen about 6 times, and knowing that in a few moments, and for the first time, he'll be the one asking James out on a date.

[aurumacadicus]

You know what would be funny lmao

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Tony hadn't been entirely enthused when Steve had showed up after a run with puppy eyes and said, "Just until his owners contact us? He's part husky, someone must be looking for him." He wasn't a dog-person. He was barely a person-person. But he'd conceded, since the dog was staying a finite amount of time, and Steve had promised to bathe it before letting it roam the apartment, and the dog turned out to be house trained already. He even got JARVIS scanning local social media to find its owners. It wouldn't be for long.

And then JARVIS had found a picture and gently informed them that 'Dodger's family had been among the casualties during the alien invasion and while he kept getting adopted, he also kept getting returned, because he kept running away.

"Oh," Steve had said, choked up, and Tony had miserably ordered a dog bed and monogrammed dishes. (He'd reached out to the owners' families, first, of course, but they'd admitted they didn't have the time or space for an escape artist dog that liked to run for hours.)

Dodger wasn't really so bad, though, Tony thought. Steve kept him very well exercised, and Dodger was a great running buddy because Steve never had to worry about tiring him out. He didn't get on the furniture unless they called for him. And sure, he was loud, but Tony found himself talking back to him as if he was a person, and Steve was apparently smitten about it, if Natasha was to be believed.

And, Tony couldn't help but think smugly, Dodger liked cuddling with him better. It was probably because Tony was around more (Steve still went on missions that could last for weeks, but he'd set up an account with a dog-walking service so Tony didn't have to worry about that either). When Steve was there, Tony tried to stay hands off, but when he was gone, he and Dodger got to sulk about it together, and it was a very uniting endeavor. So most nights Steve was gone, they'd lounge together on the couch, Tony watching old movies that didn't require too much attention and Dodger with his nose buried someplace a wet nose was particularly annoying, like on his stomach or the back of his neck.

"I'm home," Steve called, and then, "Really? Neither of you are coming to greet me?"

"You were supposed to be home three days ago," Tony grumped, not looking away from the TV. He'd told Dodger that he was giving Steve the cold shoulder yesterday, and Dodger had yelped back something sounding like 'woo woove woo,' which Tony had decided meant he agreed with him. He knew he'd break eventually, but he decided Steve had to work for it this time, especially because he hadn't wanted him to go undercover for a month anyway.

"Hydra was literally chasing me all over Sweden," Steve said, flabbergasted, as he finally came over to the couch. He frowned at Dodger. "This is no way to treat your main owner."

Dodger lifted his head, mouth opened in a grin, and let out a 'wowyow!'

"I'll remember this when you want to go out for a run with me tomorrow," Steve groused, then scowled at Tony. "And you too. I'm gonna leave him in while I run so he can just bother you."

"I'll cuddle him instead," Tony told him flatly.

Steve let out a wounded noise, then couldn't swallow back an amused huff, leaning over the couch. "Yeah, well, we'll see about that." He waited a beat to see if Tony would take the bait, but he'd been stewing over his safety for three days, so he got nothing. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and sat up a little, reaching out to lay a smack to Tony's ass, because he knew that, at least, would get a reaction.

Tony barely had time to jump in surprise before Dodger was up, barking at him. "Oh my god????"

"Dodger oh my fuck," Steve spluttered, rearing back with his hands up.

Dodger hunched over Tony's body protectively, still barking, loud, assertive noises that left them both absolutely gobsmacked. Finally, though, Tony came out of his shock and turned, wrapping his arms around Dodger in an effort to soothe him. "It's okay, sweetheart, Daddy was just trying to rile me up."

"It's not like he hasn't seen me smack your ass before," Steve exclaimed defensively.

"Maybe if you'd spanked me three days ago, he wouldn't be barking," Tony scoffed.

"Unbelievable. I didn't want to lead Hydra directly to my boyfriend and you're scolding me," Steve said in disbelief. Then he rolled his eyes and sighed, turning to head for the bedroom. "I'm going to shower. Maybe we'll both cool off."

"I'm fine," Tony said sternly.

Steve tossed an unamused frown over his shoulder. "I meant me and Dodger."

"You're both very anxious dogs," Tony agreed sympathetically, then squealed when Dodger shoved his cold nose against his throat, covering Steve's gleeful 'you deserve that!'

[rhiaghostriley]

MDNI - Ghost × reader - toxic relationship

The loud thud resonating in the mess hall draws all the attention on it, including yours. As you turn your head toward the noise to see what caused it, you freeze on the spot : Lieutenant Simon Riley, looking at you with furious eyes, his hand deeply buried in the plywood next to his head. Looking at you, and the guy you are openly flirting with.

Dammit.

Before you can even think about moving, he’s gone. But you know you will hear about him soon enough.

Fuck it, after all. You were doing nothing wrong. You were not together anymore. And it was his call, this time. This hundredth time… You don’t even remember how it started, to be honest. In the beginning, he was the stern, cold, forever masked Lieutenant of Task Force 141, and you were nothing more than one of the new recruits. But you made a joke during a meeting, and it made him smile, a rare occurrence for him. He got intrigued, wanted to know more about you. And from a few drinks at the nearest bar with the team, to asking him his opinion about the outfit you should wear, you’ve grown closer. And you’ve grown to know the man under the mask. With all his good and his bad sides. A lot of bad sides. But red flags are just flags when you look at it through pink glasses, right ? And you would have managed to stay away from him if the man wasn’t able to make you cum just by looking at you. But God, in his infinite cruelty, gave him the power over your body and your feelings. So here you are, wondering whether you should go after him or not, even when you know it will end badly. And remembering the first kiss…

“Ya gonna be late for meeting.” A husky voice behind you, one which can belong to only one person, especially with that thick British accent.

You smiled, blowing out some smoke from your cigarette. “Gonna report me, Lt ?”

“Don’t give a fucking shit.” He sat beside you on the bench. “Ya too young to smoke that much.”

You giggled, looking at the cigarette between your fingers, then held it out to him. “Just have to ask, if you want one.”

He chuckled, taking the cigarette from your hand. “Ya know me, I don’t ask. I take.”

“The only right way to live.” You chuckled back.

You stayed a few minutes silent, until his gravely voice speaks again. “Gonna tell me what’s wrong, or I’ll have to get it out of ya ?”

You sighed. No need to pretend, he knew. He always knew. You gave a sad smile, and trying to sound playful you said “Been dumped. Again.”

He chuckled. “Ya gonna have to stop dating boys, and try men, little one. Ya’re too much to handle for these kids. Ya need someone who can handle himself. And you.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you chuckled. “Like you ?”

These two words. The words you should never have said. The words that made your life heaven on earth and a living hell at the same time. Because next thing you knew, you were sitting on his lap, kissing him ravenously, his lips demanding, his hands wandering, making your skin tingle and your insides clench. He was proving you that indeed, he was the kind of man taking without asking, and you let him.

From then, it all went spiraling. Addicted to his touch, repulsed by his toxic demeanor, when he was pulling, you were pushing. And when he was the one pushing, you were crawling back to him like a lost puppy. He hated that he needed you, loved that you needed him. You hated that he made you lose all common sense, and loved every second spent naked against him. The damn man did know how to get under your skin as much as under your sheets.

Without realizing, you are walking around base, trying to spot him everywhere you look. Not that you feel bad for what you did, but you’d rather find him than run into him at the least expected moment and let him have the upper hand. The hole in the wall of the mess hall was enough of a proof that he was pissed, and he was like a bottle of coke that you shook too much. You would never know when it would explode, but it would. But he was nowhere to be found, and as your steps start to lead you back to your quarters, you feel your eyes water in apprehension. First for you, and then for him. For all you know he could be either in his quarters, letting out some steam on video games, or in a bar, trying to put up a fight with any bloke who would look at him in a way he wouldn’t find acceptable.

But there is also sadness in your heart. Because as much as you want to keep him away from you, you can’t. And you dread the day your ways will split for good. But this day hasn’t come yet…

As you enter your room, slamming the door shut behind you, before you have time to turn the light switch on, you feel a hand wrap on your throat and pin you against the wall. In a matter of seconds you try to comprehend what is happening, and not to freak out. But then, things get crystal clear. From the gloved hand around your throat, to the smell of Bourbon and tobacco hitting your nostrils, now you know.

“Think ya can replace me so easily, little one ?” The grip on your throat is not tight, barely uncomfortable, just strong enough to keep you still. It’s not meant to hurt you, just to remind you who is in charge.

“Ghost, let me go.” Your breath is a little uneven, your voice trembling.

“Now why would I ?” He grunts. He is still angry. “We have a few things to talk about before. Who is he ?”

“No one.” You sigh. You know it won’t be enough. “Name’s James. I don’t know more about him. It was the first time we talked.”

His grip loosens a bit, but not completely. He presses his forehead against your temple and inhale deeply, taking in your scent. “Why would you talk to him ?”

Your breath shortens a bit, because you know that whatever your answer might be, it wouldn’t be good enough for him. And the worst part is that there was no answer, you were just making small talk while lining up at the mess hall for lunch. But still you have to answer something. “We are planned on a mission together next week. We were just trying to get to know each other better. That’s it.”

“That’s it ?” He growled, then chuckle. “That’s it.”

After a few more seconds he finally lets go of you, and turns around, walking toward the nightstand where a half-empty bottle of whiskey is waiting. He takes a long swig, then shakes his head. “It’s the first time I see you talking to another guy. I don’t like it.”

You stand against the wall, not wanting to come closer, your arms crossed over your chest. “Yeah, I got the hint when you punched the wall.”

He scowls. “Don’t go there. It was the wall or his face. Better the wall, right ?” He takes another swig.

You look away, shaking your head. “I don’t understand. You left. Why do you mind ?”

He chuckles bitterly and sit on the edge of the bed, taking a sip of whiskey again. “That’s a hell of a good question.” He rubs his face with one hand, the bottle dangling from his other hand as his elbow rests on his knee. “I have no fucking clue. Ya’re my fucking Kryptonite.”

You sigh, feeling your eyes well up. “No, not Kryptonite. You’re like heroin. You feel like heaven when you’re inside me, but when you’re not I miss you as much as I hate you.”

He growls. “Then find a damn cure. Your own version of methadone, I don’t give a fuck. Stay. Away. From me.”

You let out a bitter chuckle without looking at him. “I tried. You punched a wall, remember ?”

He scowls, his voice raising. “Not a cure that means making fun of me in front of the whole goddamn base !”

You raise your voice to match his. Not something you’re used to do, but today you’re too angry. Today, it reached a new level of toxicity. And you, as well, can play dirty. “Oh, so you’re okay with me being fucked, but not by another soldier ?”

He yells even louder. He needs to have the upper hand, to show that he is more, in every way. “Ya want to play the base’s slut ? Get laid by every fuckin’ soldier around ? Fine, be my guest ! I won’t stop ya ! But don’t come back crying like you always do !”

That stings. More than it should. Because that’s not what you want. But god are you able to, even if just to piss him off a little bit more. “And what, you’re going to punch another wall ? Plus, I wouldn’t come back if you were strong enough to say no, for once !”

You knew. You knew it wasn’t a good idea to use the words “not strong enough” when talking to him. And as the bottle of whiskey crashes on the wall right next to your head, you could only think that you should have known better…

You’re both frozen. Him in anger, you in shock. Your body starts to tremble as more tears runs down your cheeks, and you stare at him, through him, eyes wide and face strained.

He, on the other side, stares back at you, chest heaving with every ragged breath he takes, anger creeping in his mind like poison as he tries to convince himself that it is your fault and not his. As he tries to persuade his scarred mind that he is not a violent guy, that he is not like his father, that it was an accident.

He takes a deep, steadying breath, taking a shy step closer to you. Then another. Then a third one, closing the distance between you two. Slowly, like dealing with a scared animal, he raises a hand to your face, putting it on your cheek, tilting his head as he whispers “I am sorry.”

And as you burst into tears, his other hand reaches for your other cheek, cradling your head in his hands, burying your face in his chest. “Ya know I would never hurt ya.”

But the truth is that he does. Every goddamn day. When he looks at you, when he touches you, when he ignores you. It hurts. But the brain is a wicked machine, and you like it rough.

He presses his lips against your forehead, whispering sweet nothings as he tries to calm you down. How beautiful you are, how soft you feel against him, like a snake trying to convince you to bite the apple, he sneaks into your brain, telling you what you need to hear.

His lips leave a trail of soft kisses from your forehead to your temple, then down to your cheek. Your jaw clenches, knowing what comes next, trying to gather the strength to say no. Not because you don’t want to. Quite the opposite.

When his mouth finds yours, awaking the familiar warmth in your chest, you try. You really try. But it comes out barely above a whisper. “Ghost, no, don’t.”

But he doesn’t listen. He doesn’t ask, he takes. He shuts you up with a kiss, his lips soft and tender at first, but quickly turning more demanding, more hungry. More desperate. And you can’t help but give it back.

With a sharp intake of breath, he buries his hands in your hair, grabbing a fistful of it to hold you still as his tongue presses against your lips, demanding entrance. Your lips part and your tongue reaches his, addicted to the bittersweet taste of bourbon and the lingering scent of smoke.

His body pins you against the wall, giving you no other choice than to put your hands on his waist, his chest pressed against yours, his hips pushing. You can feel how turned on he is, the bulge in his pants rubbing on your lower stomach, making you gasp. And he takes it as a green light.

His hands move from your hair to your chest, his touch rough when he grabs your breasts through the thin fabric of your top, eliciting a small whimper from you. It doesn’t stop him though. He knows you like it that way, despite you trying to pretend otherwise the first time. That is certainly why you and him were a match made in hell. You like when it hurts and he doesn’t know how to be soft.

Before you have time to say anything, his hands are under your top, tugging at your bra to try and move it down. His lips haven’t left yours still, his tongue fighting yours for dominance in your mouth, even if you know he will win.

His fingers find your nipples, pinching them hardly, sending a jolt from your breasts to your cunt. When you moan softly, you can’t feel him grin against your lips. “That’s it, baby girl. Let yourself go.”

As one of his hands keep working on your breast, the other moves down toward the buckle of your belt, calloused fingers grazing the soft skin of your belly, making you shiver. You know what comes next, and the heat between your thighs forbid you to act like you don’t want it.

He works fast on your belt and the buttons of your jeans, his hand already slipping in your panties, eager to touch you. He is neither slow, nor soft, but you don’t mind. All the pent-up tension from the last hours needs to be released, for you as much as for him.

When his fingers reach your pussy, tracing your slit to find your entrance, he stops kissing you, keeping his lips glued to yours, and groan. “Fuck, so fucking wet already. You like me angry, angel. Good to know.”

Inside, you want to scream, the wave of feelings coming at his words overwhelming. Anger. Pain. Self-loathing. Because he is right. He might be a walking red flag, but your red flag is that you like it. But as overwhelmed as you feel, it’s not enough to mutter the craving you feel for more of his touch. And all you can do in response is to let out a soft moan as he slides a finger into you, his thumb rubbing your already throbbing clit in expert circles.

His voice rings in your ear like poisoned honey, dripping from his lips right into your brain. “Come on little one, talk to me, use your words. Ya want more ?”

All you can do is nod, and whimper a small “yes”, because of course you want more.

He chuckles, nibbling at your earlobe as he slips a second finger into you, shutting your brain out. You find yourself grinding your pussy in his palm, feeling the too well known sensation of your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. Damn him for knowing so well how to play your body like a violin.

He is all over you. His lips kissing the supple skin of your neck where it meets your shoulder because he knows it is your favorite spot. His left hand still pinching and rolling your nipple because he knows it helps the tension building faster. And his right hand in your panties, fingers pulling in and out of your pussy at the rhythm of your moans flattering his ears. He loves it. He needs it. He picks up the pace of his fingers, going harder and deeper, with only purpose to make you cum. And it works.

You keep grinding against his palm, your moans getting louder by the second. “Fuck, Ghost… Don’t stop.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice as he whispers in your ear “I don’t intend to, baby girl. Do me a favor, make it loud.”

And you comply. Not that you could help it, anyway. When your pussy starts to clench around his fingers and you keep moaning his name louder, he moans as well, still rubbing his cock on your lower stomach, needing the friction to help him holding back. He revels in the feeling of making you break so easily, feels powerful when you moan his name without being able to stop, relishes knowing that you still want more. “That’s my good girl.”, he praises softly.

But the softness doesn’t last long, and before you have time to get back from your high, the hand that was delightfully torturing your nipples is now unbuckling his own belt and buttons, letting his jeans fall down to his ankles. He steps out of the pile of clothes, and the same treatment is given to yours. In one swift motion, he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, pinning you against the wall, rubbing his cock against your slit like his life depends on it. He doesn’t care that you just cummed and that your body is too sensitive still. He is starving. And you’re the only meal he wants.

With a growl coming from deep inside his chest, still carrying you, he takes a few steps back and sit on the edge of the bed with you still in his lap. His hands let go of you, just enough time to remove your top and his. He needs to feel your skin against his.

Without warning, he grips your hips and moves you down on him, just enough to let the first inches of his cock slide inside you. And you don’t even try to protest, because you want it too. You need him to fill you up, to stretch you out. You need him deep inside you so you can feel that for a few minutes you two make one.

When your eyes roll back in your head he lets out a groan. “Easy, little one. Ya’re going to take it all like the good fucking girl you are, but I don’t want to hurt ya. I told ya, I’d never.”

Still, he bites down on his lip, the effort of holding back from pounding into you already taking a lot from him. He starts to move slowly, giving you a few more inches of his dick with each thrust, letting you adjust and at the same time craving for more. His grip tight on your hips, dirty reminder of who is in control, he keeps moving, nice and slow, until he is buried into you to the hilt. “Fuck baby girl, you feel too good for my own sake.”

There it is, the hint of desperation in his voice, the only sign he would give you that he needs you as much as you need him. Only when he is deep inside you, body and soul.

When he feels you relax a little around him, his left hand wraps around your waist, his right hand reaches for your throat. Not too tight, just enough to control you. He uses it to settle the pace, his face buried in your hair as he takes in your scent. Your moans are like music to his ears, he is not far from cumming already. “Come on, little one. Ride me. Ride me hard.”

Your grip is tight on his shoulders, holding on for dear life as you move your hips up and down. Every move you make makes you whimper and moan, your eyes closed tight in pleasure, a thin veil of sweat covering your skin.

His grip on your throat tightens a little. “Look at me. Don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me when I fuck you senseless.”

His grip not loosening, he uses it to make you move faster, making you take him deeper, seeking for both your and his release. He needs to make you cum again, it’s the proof that he has a total control over your body.

Your jaw hangs open in a silent gasp and you open your eyes to look at him, your moans turning into cries of pleasure as he keeps pounding into you faster. His gaze never wavers from yours when he starts to groan with each erratic breath he takes. “Come on, angel. Cum for me. I know your close. Cum for me again.”

And as if your body was listening to him more than to you, a second orgasm hits you like a freight train, making you squirm and writhe in his grip.

“That’s it, baby girl. Let it out, I want to hear ya fucking scream my name.” He keeps pounding, milking you out of your pleasure, and cumming right after you. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, ya know that. I. Fucking. Hate ya.” That’s the last words you hear before he slams into you one last time with a loud groan, and stops moving.

His grip on your throat loosens, his hand moving to the back of your head, bringing you close to him and burying your face in his neck. He stays silent a few minutes, his hand stroking his hair. And your eyes fill with tears, knowing damn well what’s coming.

He has sobered up. Still stroking your hair, he whispers in your hear. “We have to stop it, love. We’re just hurting each other, and I hate hurting you.”

His body tenses as he feels your tears in his neck. He takes a deep, steadying breath. Not out of anger this time. Out of desperation and pain. He keeps whispering. “You deserve the world, and I leave nothing but chaos in my wake.”

He pulls you away, just enough to look into your eyes. He lays on the bed, keeping you in his lap, his arms around you like a vice as you rest your head on his chest. “You were right earlier. I am not strong enough to say no. You will have to be strong for us.”

He pauses as he feels his voice trembling. He hates being weak, but he knows that if there is one person in the world he can allow himself to be weak with, it’s you. “I hate that I have to ask you that, but you have to stay away from me. I love you too much to keep destroying you.”

And your grip on him tightens as tears keep straining your face. Because you know damn well that you will never be able to stop coming back.

[r0-boat]

Instinct

Male! Dragon! OC x AFAB!gn!reader

Feat: Yandere OC Silas

Cw: possessive behavior, yandere character, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, animalistic behavior, biting, claiming bite.

NSFW

Thank you @devotion-disorder for this lovely art piece I'm so glad I commissioned you!!

You smell good.

So good.

Your Skin;

So Soft to the touch,

smooth and unblemished,

just begging for a mate to pin you down and sink his fangs into. Your mere presence was tempting.

Silas knew full well that as the months got warmer and the snow melted, more primal desires started to call to him. An animalistic need that demanded satisfaction. However, a Duke dub Cedric from a neighboring kingdom invited him to a ball and offered he could not refuse even if he wanted to. The Duke was kind enough to Grant him a plus-one, and now, standing before you in an outfit that the maids and tailor specifically prepared for you, how the woven silk fabric hugged every part of your body, oh, how he wishes he could forget that stupid party and rip your outfit in two and ravish you right here in this carriage.

His hungry eyes did not go unnoticed by you. Even now, as elegant and princely as he looked, Silas looked like a caged, starving animal. His eyes were only on you the entire night, even as other more elegant women wine and flaunted their bodies to get his attention, only to clutch their pearls in frustration when the prince only had eyes for you.

Silently stalking behind you like your shadow glaring down upon you like a premium steak on his plate ready to devour you.

But Silas held back his urges for the sake of his reputation, as all Noble eyes were on him. He stopped following you around like a lost puppy and began mingling with Sir Cedric. Talks of trade business gossip from other kingdoms were a much-needed but small distraction from the burning in his core, but now and then, he would sneak a little glances at you. His pupils waning into slits as he watched the other attendants stare at you with the same hungry eyes he had been.

Veins rush with adrenaline when one of the Nobles who had been eyeing you gets the courage to approach you.

The conversation becomes background noise as he tries to concentrate on what that man is saying to you, glaring daggers at the noble, making you smile and chuckle. The dragon in him hissed and snarled, becoming more and more restless. To it, you are an unclaimed potential mate being pursued by a rival.

Silas feels his claws threatening to rip out of his gloves. He clutches his fist with images of the noble's blood painting the walls of the ballroom, Imagining the taste of his flesh on his tongue. He quickly storms out as the Duke is still talking to him.

You look over to see Silas approaching the both of you.

Eyes burning with fury, be prepared yourself for a gruesome site only for it to never come.

" Excuse me, gentlemen, my apologies for interrupting your conversation, but I believe I asked this lovely person to dance with me."

Silas said politely, eyes still burned with a jealous rage that you were all too familiar with. A small, gentle smile on his face, Which only made him more unsettling. And his hand ever so gently stroking your hip, has he pulled you closer to him.

The man, a kind soul, really, took the hint. If he were to stay within your presence any longer than he'd had, this Prince would make him disappear.

"Ah, Sorry, Your Highness, I hadn't realized they were taken already."

Yes, taken… They are mine

A shiver goes down your spine when your eyes meet his, giving off a slight draconic glow of violet piercing into your very soul.

As you danced with him, his hold around you was tight, and his touch was borderline sensual as he caressed your parts in ways along with notice. You flushed, knowing that you couldn't do anything while Silas was feeling your body in public. Even as you try to look away, he moves his head to keep your eyes on him.

"Don't look away from me." He whispered a husky, demanding tone, his thumb gently pressing against your bottom lip as he forced your head back to him. His thumbs wipes across your bottom lip. His fang sinks into his, Imagining the taste of your lips upon his

"Eyes on me, dear."

With the last of his self-control, he lasted from the dance the carriage ride home, letting out a low-throated purr, seeing your small body sat pretty in his lap, his large veiny hand underneath your clothes grasping at your bare thigh. He stayed eerily quiet even as you tried to talk to him. He'd only give one-word answers or hums, his mind thinking of only one thing. His gaze focused on your unblemished neck, shoulders, and collarbone. You feel his hand squeeze your plush thigh, fingers dipping dangerously close to your core. Silas's breath tickles your neck, gently pressing kisses up until he nibbles on your ear. Finally, he whispers.

" As soon as we get out of this carriage, you are coming into my bed tonight. Do you understand?" He smiles as he sees you nod obediently.

When the carriage finally does stop as at his Castle, he immediately has you in his arms, carrying you like a bride, to his chambers, throwing you onto his large bed, going back to the door to lock it.

When you sit up, you see him breathing heavily, his face flushed red, looking back at you with that familiar, hungry look. Silas slowly begins to peel off his clothing one by one as he makes his way closer to the bed to you.

"Do you know what you do to me?" A growl rips from his throat, now half naked, his fingers playing with his belt.

" all night, as I suffer, you sit pretty looking up at others with those big doe eyes.

He creeps closer, hands pressing against the mattress as he leans into your face.

" walking around and then gorgeous outfit men drooling over you like panting dogs. Unaware of who has already claimed you.

He caresses your cheek before his hand slides down, grabbing the collar of your outfit. Pulling you downward, your forehead rested against his.

"Strip."

Claws dug into the fabric. If this weren't off in five seconds, it would be torn off your body.

He watched you slowly shimming out of your outfit. With each delicious amount of skin exposed, he touched and caressed.

Your thighs, your hips, your stomach, your chest. The Prince couldn't keep his hands off you. He could barely hold back when he pressed you into the mattress, a hand secured firmly around your throat.

Fingers trail down your stomach, slipping beneath your undergarments. Thick fingers press. Play with your core. Pressing gently at your tight entrance, fondling your walls, listening to the sweet sounds of your insides as he stirs them. He releases your neck, caressing your cheek as he leans down to taste your lips. His breath shakes as he goes down for another. His tongue is sliding into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling you deeper. He presses his entire naked body against you. You could feel how hard he was straining his pants.

"I want you."

His voice shakes in desperation

"I want to be the only man you look at.

"I want to claim you as mine, to make it so everyone knows who you belong to."

His hand slips to his belt, undoing it, while remaining eye contact.

" I need to be inside you,"

He keeps looking at your core, licking his lips.

" But first, it has been a while since I've tasted you. Let me make you feel good."

Grabbing your ass, he lifts your lower half with ease. He lets out a feral growl as he goes down onto your core, eating you like a starved beast. His eager tongue tastes all of you because he puts his whole mouth on your little body. Lewd noises of his lips slurping your wetness fill the room, which only turns him on more, his feral growls turning into whimpering moans, grinding his hips against nothing in particular. You clenched the bed sheets, wailing and trembling, your body trying its best to squirm away from the intense pleasure only for him to hold you tighter.

You were not getting away from him.

Silas needed to make you cum to taste your essence on his tongue. He needed to feel that satisfaction of knowing that no other man could make you feel the way he feels.

His eyes rolled back when your hand tangled in his hair, pulling on his long jet locks as you braced yourself for your own orgasm. He holds his mouth in place, drinking every last drop of you. Finally, finishing his meal, he drops you like a rag doll, wiping his mouth with his hand before licking his fingers. He was no longer a man at that point, with only one thing on his mind: he flips you over, a firm hand on the back of your neck, pressing you down. He slipped his cock out of his pants, his big hand manhandling your ass open. Your entrance is wet enough with the saliva, cum, and juices, even with his vast draconic cock. He forced himself inside with one motion, mounting you like an animal. You felt his breath already against your ear as he put his hand around your throat. His pace was rough and relentless, grinding his hips with each thrust, trying to drill as deep as he could.

"Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! All mine!"

He repeats like a mantra. You can feel the tip of his dick pressing against the sweet spot inside you, making you clench around his thick rigid shaft feeling every monstrous and inhuman ridge on his dragon cock. His cock felt hot, threatening to burn you out from the inside. You cum again on his cock. Silas is lost and in pleasure, mercilessly fucking you through your orgasm. He removes his hand from your throat, snaking it till around your mouth, muffling your sweet screams when you feel his teeth sink into your neck, his sharp, beastly fangs piercing, breaking your skin as the taste of your blood feels his mouth; he explodes inside you, his whole body is shaking the sheer pleasure making tears well up in his eyes. His hips still as he grinds every last drop deep inside you, claiming you for himself, claiming you in the most primal way any man can. You go limp into his arms, and he catches you, supporting your entire body in his arms. Silas, in a daze licking the new wound on the back of your neck, gently suckling the red liquid from the new mark; his cock throbbed deep inside you, still hard, and his body still felt hot.

"I need more."

[starlightrosa]

Husk's Manicure

With thanks and full credit to @kitselfindulgencefluff for this wonderful idea in a discord server we're both in! I just had to write this, tis too cute!

Pairing: Husk/Angel Dust - or Huskerdust as we know them <3

Summary: Husk allows Angel to do his nails. Husk, however, was not counting on it to tickle so much. But fret not, for our cat pays it back in kind.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Tickling, lotsa teasing, swearing, romantic Huskerdust, much fluff ahead, tons of cute fluffy pet names they both use, non-English words (in italics, translation list at the bottom haha)

Enjoy!

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“Huskie?”

“Yeah, my dove?” Husk asked, looking from the book he was happily reading, as he looked to his beautiful boyfriend Angel Dust, curled happily on top of him as the two enjoyed each other’s company. From losers to lovers. Husk loved Angel dearly, and he could tell Angel felt the same.

“Can I do your nails? Give my favourite kitty a manicure? Pleeeeease? Pretty pleeeease?” Angel begged.

“I ain’t your damn mannequin.” Husk grumbled in an effort to regain some of his usual grumpy demeanour from this soft scene between the two, though the effect was lost both from the soft voice and the little smile to Angel. He jokingly put his book back up to his face, enjoying the whimper from Angel as his book was lowered back down by one of the spider sinner’s many hands, and he was faced with the biggest puppy eyes (spider eyes?) he’d ever seen.

“Pleaseeee, Huskie! Ya know I love ya, so much.” Angel tried again. Husk chuckled and softly kissed the top of Angel’s head. Damn it, this spider was turning him soft. But how could he ever say no to someone like Angel? The short answer to that question was the fact that it was impossible to ever refuse Angel Dust, because Angel deserved the world. To Husk, Angel was his world.

“For you, mi corazon. For you, I’ll sit through it, because you are my beautiful spider. Just don’t put any pink glittery shit on me. I don’t look good in glitter.” Husk joked.

Angel had a wide grin as he cuddled deeper into Husk’s warm fur. “You’re still beautiful enough for me, Huskie~!”

Husk chuckled, his wings curling around Angel’s body in a protective manner, their hearts beating softly in time with one another. “Oh shut up, you sap.”

“Make me, cutie.” Angel shot back with a wink, his tone sickeningly adoring. “Can I do your nails yet?” the alluring spider asked.

Husk sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. But no pink glittery shit, you hear me?”

Angel grinned and gently pushed himself off of Husk.

“Got it, babe. I’ll be right back!” he said, running upstairs to his hotel room to go fetch what he needed. His therapy pig, Fat Nuggets was dozing gently in his little pet bed as Angel grabbed his tools of choice. Nail files, hand moisturiser, nail clippers, a buffer, a clear base and top coating for the actual nail painting bit and some cleansing wipes in case Angel made a mistake and needed to quickly correct it.

Angel hurried down the grandeur stairs to the lobby and hurried back into the room, his heeled boots clicking softly. Husk was there waiting, his claws on display. A bit overgrown and a bit dulled, no doubt from lack of care. But Angel would have them looking gorgeous in no time.

Angel knelt down on the floor and took Husk’s left hand, immediately starting to remove the cuticles and buffing each claw carefully. His slender fingers grazed over Husk’s paw pads. Normally, Angel wouldn’t have even noticed, but the choked down giggle and barely repressed squirming from Husk made Angel’s focus break.

“Pfft- Huskie, what was that noise?”

“Shut it, Legs. You know what you’re doin’…” Husk responded grumpily, trying to gently tug his hand out of Angel’s grip. But the spider sinner turned his palms up, letting Angel see the paw pads and the toe beans on both of Husk’s hands.

“Oh my fucking God…” Angel murmured, looking to Husk like he was a precious treasure. “You have fuckin’ BEANS!”

“T-They’re my paw pads, not beans!” Husk tried to explain, but Angel squealed loudly in sheer cuteness overload. His boyfriend just kept on surprising him every damn day, and Angel grinned. A whole new part of his Husk to love, right along with the rest of him.

Now that Angel knew Husk had ticklish little paw pads, he tried his best to continue on with the nail treatment, enjoying Husk’s laughter. Angel didn’t think he’d ever seen Husk so… content, and the domestic scene was sweeter than sugar.

“So this is why ya never let me hold ya hand out in public~! Your little paw pads are so ticklish, ya can’t even handle me holdin’ your hand. That’s adorable, Huskie!” Angel teased, his fuzzy fingers sweeping gently over Husk’s palms.

“Hah, fuck! Angel, thahahat fuckin’ tihihickles! Ya prihihick, cut that ohohout!” Husk demanded, the annoyed effect he wanted completely diminished by the honey-sweet giggles that left the grumpy cat’s lips.

“Ohh, this tickles? Damn, I wonder what’d happen if I just, y’know, did this.”

Before Husk could protest, Angel pressed his lips to the paw pad and blew a gentle raspberry. And I shall throw my hat down and say with the utmost sincerity to you, dear reader, that Husk fucking snorted.

“HAHAHA, JEHEHESUS! FUHUHUCKIN’ STAHAHAP! AHAHAHANGEL, I CAN’T-!” Husk wailed, his tail whacking against the armrest of the sofa where he sat, another loud snort leaving him as Angel simply did the same thing to the other hand this time. And when Angel pulled away, the spider sinner snickered before he fell into laughter himself.

“Hahaha, dihihid you fuckin’ SNORT? You sure you’re a cat, Huskie? Maybe you’re a piggy on Old McDonald’s farm. With a snort-snort here, and a snort-snort there and all.” Angel teased, an almost evil smile on his face.

“E-I-E-I-Oh, go fuck yourself.” Husk joked right back, laughing along with his boyfriend, both from his own response to Angel’s quip as well as the tickling happening on his paw pads. He did not remember his hands ever being this ticklish while he was alive.

Eventually after what felt like literal centuries but was probably only a couple hours, Angel managed to buff Husk’s nails into a better state, and filed the overgrowth away, leaving his nails much more catlike and slender.

Angel pulled away at last, and Husk flexed his new nails. Damn, they were near unrecognisable. They looked… good.

“Do ya like ‘em?” Angel asked. Husk found himself smiling.

“You did great, my dove.” Husk murmured, before he got quite a fun idea. He slowly let his mouth tick upwards into a cheeky grin, looking at Angel.

“U-Uh? Huskie? Why are ya lookin’ at me like that? Unless ya, heh, see somethin’ ya like~?” Angel asked, trying to tease Husk a little more.

“Oh, there’s a lot I like seein’ when it comes to you, little dove. But I think my claws would just looooove to meet those cute little sides of yours.” Husk crooned, his aforementioned claws wriggling slightly.

Angel gulped. Uh oh. He got up and started to back away from Husk, but the cat was quicker and simply tugged Angel back sharply. Angel stumbled over his fashionable boots and Husk caught him, one hand gently guiding the alluring arachnid to the floor, as Husk straddled his waist and smirked.

“H-Huskie, plehehease! Dohohon’t!” Angel begged, already seeing those nails. Oh Christ, that was gonna be crazy ticklish if Husk got his hands on him.

“Aw, why not? My claws just wanna meet the person who took care of them so well~ don’t be shy, little dove. Come say hi to them. There’s only ten of them to say hi to!” Husk responded.

“Ooh, look at this. My claws are sooo close to saying hi! They’re just dyin’ to meet ya, Angel. Just sooooo close to those little sides, and hips. Can’t wait to tickle ‘em all I want, and have ya giggling like the lil cutie you are~!”

Angel whined through his laughter bubbling past his lips. “F-Fuck… Huskie, plehehease! Gehehet it ohohover wihihihith!” Angel begged.

“Your wish is my command, you adorable little arachnid.” Husk crooned, before his claws met Angel’s sides, the tickling finally starting, which was both a blessing and a curse for the poor ticklish spider. Being left in anticipation for so long, Angel had no damn chance to ever resist. He fell apart instantly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Angel cackled, squirming for all he was worth. Husk snickered at the over-the-top reaction.

“Goddamn, you get more ticklish here or somethin’?” Husk asked, his claws not letting up even once.

“STAHAHAHAP!”

“Stop? Oh hell no, I’ve just gotten started. Tickle, tickle, bellissimo ragno!” Husk cooed, still tickling his sides happily.

Angel’s blush brightened at the Italian words rolling off his lover’s tongue, and Angel responded in kind.

“F-FaHAHAHAHA! F-Fa il solletico, Husk! Per favore! Abbi pietà!” Angel begged, laughter overtaking him as his legs kicked out behind Husk. Husk’s ears twitched as he heard Angel out and snickered.

“Mercy? You want mercy, eh? Is my sweet spider too ticklish? Is he?” Husk enquired, those damn ticklish claws not once letting up. Angel would have lasted much longer… if it were not for the fact that Husk’s claws were scratching gently at his hips, and it basically drove the poor spider over the edge.

“Yes! Yes! I’m too ticklish! Please, Huskie! Enough! I give up!” Angel babbled, his laughter going silent as he went limp.

Husk slowed his claws, settling for just tapping them gently on the spider’s hips, allowing Angel to take a breather. Angel gasped and slumped against Husk, the back of his hand pressing against his mouth to muffle the leftover giggles he still had.

Husk ran his claws through Angel’s hair. Angel sighed and laid in Husk’s lap, enjoying the feeling of Husk fussing with his luscious white and pink locks.

“Feels so nice, Huskie.” Angel murmured, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Yeah, I know. Go to sleep, little dove. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Husk murmured, still raking his soft hands through his beloved’s hair.

“G’night, Huskie…” Angel whispered, feeling his eyes close.

“Goodnight, Angel. Ti amo, bellissimo ragno.” Husk murmured. Angel couldn’t help but smile, mumbling the last word as he fell asleep in Husk’s arms.

“Anch'io ti amo, Huskie...”

Husk smiled. Maybe this was what happiness looked like.

The End!

(TRANSLATION LIST HERE)

Mi corazon - my heart (Spanish)

bellissimo ragno - beautiful spider. (Italian)

Fa il solletico, Husk! Per favore! Abbi pietà - It tickles, Husk! Please! Have mercy! (Italian)

Anch'io ti amo - I love you too. (Italian)

[ninibeingdelulu]

A…date ? ✧

Plot: Your childhood friend ask you on a date.

A/N: @a-view-without-light-pollution I hope you’ll like it (I think it’s bad bc it needs more details but anyway) enjoyy xoxo.

From the first instant Zack showed up at your doorstep fidgeting like a hyperactive puppy, you could tell his normally boundless confidence was fraying hard at the edges.

All jittery hand gestures and flushed cheeks as he flashed those baby blues pleading silent messages.

"Heyy...uh listen, I was wondering if ya maybe wanted to, y'know, grab a burger with me later on?"

He finally blurted, scratching at those wild raven spikes crowning his head.

You arched an eyebrow, fighting back an adoring grin at how freaking adorable this human Golden Retriever was acting.

"Zack...we do that literally every other day already. Are you trying to ask me on an actual date here, mister SOLDIER Boy Scout?"

Brilliant crimson exploded across his chiseled features as a strangled noise escaped those plush lips.

He exhaled a shuddering breath, squaring those broad shoulders back as if preparing to charge into battle before nodding decisively.

"Yeah...I am. I really am asking you out on a legit date."

His glowing azure gaze caught yours with an intensity leaving you suddenly breathless.

"Getting all awkward about it won't do either of us any good though, right? Let's just keep it chill like always and have an awesome time."

That trademark sunny grin stretching dimples into those stubble-chapped cheeks was enough to melt anyone's reservations as you found yourself quickly nodding back.

"Definitely, Zack. Count me in - but I expect you to bring your flirting A-game!"

And bring it he did - that charismatic son of a bitch.

From snagging you a stuffed moomba at the carnival shooting range then refusing to relinquish you from under his arm for the rest of the night.

To dramatically serenading you with a botched rendition of "Starlight, Starbright" under the moonlit beach gazebo while passing tipsy couples howled laughter.

Everything felt so achingly, dizzyingly right.

Like this was the inevitable conclusion your lives together were always building toward...however unintentionally.

No more excruciating uncertainty or unrequited longing to agonize over. Just sinking into the warm, radiant glow of Zack's megawatt joy showering over you without restraint.

He was still unapologetically himself, of course. Full of wisecracks and theatrical shenanigans which only strengthened his magnetic charm in your eyes.

Yet now he'd occasionally stumble over his words or allow that velvet baritone to dip into husky dulcet purrs specifically for your ears alone.

Or the way his fingers innocently grazed yours, fingertips sparking little zings of electricity jolting straight to your core while flashing those bedroom eyes assessing your reaction with ardent hunger behind half-mast lids...

All too soon, the carnival lights and jaunty calliope music faded into late-evening stillness encasing you both.

Scuffing boots through sleepy lamp-lit lanes back toward home feeling weightless and intoxicated simply from his nearness.

Drunk on that inexhaustible charisma surrounding you in Zack's personal aura like wafting summer bonfire warmth.

Occasionally lapsing into hushed stretches you leaned in savoring the tactile crackle between close-orbit bodies before erupting into fresh peals of laughter over some locker-room wisecrack.

Until sneaking hesitant sidelong glances revealed his features backlit golden in flickering streetlamp radiance...expression stilled into a look you didn't recognize yet always dreamed of receiving from Zack.

Pure unguarded open adoration emanating in his gaze like you were the only thing in existence worthy of such singular focus.

Your footfalls stopped on instinct, swallowing thickly as those eyes roamed across your face in hungry, aching sweeps you felt tingling upon your skin like physical caresses.

Until Zack closed the short gap separating you in an achingly gradual drift - telegraphing his intent with everything but his voice.

Calloused fingertips glided across your jaw up to cradle your cheekbone with searing gentleness utterly at odds with his rugged stature.

Zack's bottom lip trembled for just a fraction of an instant before your name exhaled from between them in a ravished whisper devoid of the usual bravado.

All you could do was nod mutely and reciprocate the blazing tenderness reflected back at him.

Until those vivid mako irises fluttered shut in blissful surrender...

And you tilted up on tiptoe to lay the whisper-soft pressure of your lips in a gossamer brush across the corner of his own chiseled, perfect mouth.

Just enough for Zack's entire musculature to go rigid as scorching fire flooded his chiseled features - every single one of those battle-hardened sinews vibrating on the verge of deliciously shattering apart at your featherlight touch.

A barely audible whimper sighed out from the deepest caverns of his broad chest before stormy cobalt eyes flew wide in helpless stupefaction.

You drank in every minute tremor and nuance rupturing across Zack's statuesque handsomeness for endless suspended heartbeats...committing the details to permanent memory.

Until finally smiling wider than you ever had in recollection while he just gaped at you in stunned bliss unable to formulate words.

Reality no longer mattered in that divine slice of infinity cradled between you.

Only the dawning awareness of irrevocable, undeniable intimacy blazed in those locked pools of swirling cerulean endlessly dazzling.

[writefightandflightclub]

begging for more subby touchstarved marc pls

Marc sucks air through his teeth, almost like he’s wincing in pain as your soft palm wraps gingerly around his need-pained, rigid length. His whole body stiffens, hips arcing off the bed as you grip him, spine craning in search of your relieving sensations. As he moves in search of you, the swollen head off him pushes through the circle of your fist, spreading the slick bead nestled at the head of him.

Otherwise, Marc dare not touch you. He is eager for you, but aside from his proud cock the rest of his body inches away from you as though undeserving. His hands grope desperately in the tangled, dampened sheets. His head pushes back into the pillow, splaying his mass of black curls in all directions.

He’s still clothed - you’d barely managed to strip him in his hazy, urgent need, and he could seem to care less that sweat is beading at his temples. Shivering down the crevice between his pecs. He doesn’t seem to recognise any other sensation right now other than the ones your touch is delivering.

You roll your thumb over the slickened head of him and he keens for you, a wracked moan spilling forth like a dusty, unpracticed cry from within a cracked open tomb. Like your touch is the only thing reviving him - bringing him back to life. Applying the flush to his skin. Pumping the blood in his veins.

It is so long since he has been touched.

You can tell; because with this simple contact, his face contorts as though in pain, thick brows drawing down, eyes squeezing shut so tightly that tears gather in the corners; his want your guiding constellation.

You watch his chest heave, all ragged, ineffectual breaths, and apply a careful glob of spit to the tip of him with the brief press of your puckered lips. Then, you tighten the circle of your hand around him, slickening his veined shaft all the way along its length.

“This feel good, Marc? This what you need?” That makes it worse (and better) for him, you think. Your voice, all dropped and husky. Low and entirely tender in your throat. All for him.

You pump him with a languid pace - you’re not sure he could take much more - and his hips buck up towards you again. You feel him throb into your touch, his pretty cock stretching your grip. Straining to come.

“Tell me what you need, Marc.”

His eyes flutter open - briefly- wetness beading in his lashes and his darkened, sex-drunk gaze drinks the sight of you down. Not greedily, but entirely reverently, like the man who has seen Gods can’t believe you.

“P-Please,” he tremors. “Can’t take it. F-feels t-too-“

You pump him again, applying more pace, more tightness with the curl of your fist.

“Ah, shit,” he curses, biting his lower lip so hard that all of the colour drains from it for a moment.

“Too what, Marc? Tell me what you need, baby.”

A sound shimmies from his throat as you work him, but it’s hardly words. Hardly noise.

“Faster?” you offer.

A tight swallow dips down his neck, his head tipping back until his chin drives up - towards the eaves. “Please.”

You hum softly, popping the line of buttons on his shirt. Exposing the sheened tan skin of his chest and stomach. Letting him cool off.

“Harder?” you offer next.

“Please,” he croaks, eyes falling back to you again, utterly dishevelled with need. Hair a chaotic mess. Spit glistening on his lower lip. His puppy-dog eyes pleading - desperate for you to help him. “Please. Need you.”

He seems ready to end, his fat cock all ruddy and need-swollen, his lips parted in a silent moan now and his lashes fanning over his cheek as his eyes flutter shut, his gaze briefly rolling skyward. His damp curls flattened to his forehead. He moans for you again, the sound more full and resonant now, shaken more free. You await the warm, creamy ropes spilling over your knuckles but- he’s resisting, isn’t he? That tension is still jolting through his body like a rod, his hands fisting against the covers.

He won’t surrender to you. Won’t give his pleasure over to you freely. Perhaps, after so long, you think… he doesn’t know how to.

And so, you shift positions, finding Marc unusually pliable as you shift him onto his side, your front pressing into his back, body curling around him, and your arm repositioning to relieve his stiffened length like this.

You apply wet kisses up the column of his hot throat, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, his soft dark curls tickling your cheek. “It’s okay, sweet man,” you purr, delivering a rich, deep promise down into his bones. “I’ve got you. You’re safe, you know that?”

Marc grunts into the air. That air sucking through his teeth again. His thighs trembling up against yours where they press as through he’s going to shake himself apart with need.

He’s almost there, you feel it.

“It’s okay. You can feel good, Marc,” you soothe, applying consistent, smooth strokes, his breaths entirely undone now, ragged against the cool night. “I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to take care of you.”

He twists his head then, and it’s a pure plea. Lips searching out yours. Desperate for your kiss. You hear it -please- even as he does not vocalise it. Hear it in the muffled moans spilling into the cave of your mouth as your kiss applies the final lick of pleasure and closeness he needs, his tongue twining tenderly with yours.

You feel him let go. Hear the frozen moment as Marc’s breath arrests in his lungs and then, the vibrations of his deep moan bleeding through into your rib cage where your bodies are pressed and coiled together. You feel his seed finally spilling over, a pleasant, sticky mess coating your knuckles. Spilling across his tight yet soft stomach and coursing down over the tangled sheets.

And then; all of his tension is gone. Melted away, for a rare, singular moment. Marc finds his release as your promise sinks down into his bones - and he finds his home as you curl your body tenderly around him in the moments after.

You kiss the nape of his neck and shush gentle words of comfort against his skin, and - once your hand is hastily cleaned off - your gentle fingers brush the soft curls back from his face, easing the flattened coils away from his sweat-tacky forehead.

“That feel good, Marc? Feel better?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, but it is evident that the tension has wholly melted away from his body, his fists unclenched. Even the muscles in his brow are soft and relaxed, his breathing soporific.

Then, after a moment, a whisper cuts through the soft almost-dark. “Thank you.”

A gentle smile curls your lips. “Marc, Honey. It was my pleasure.” It really was, and you will happily make him feel good over and over again.

[random-fics15]

Huskerdust fanfic

Purring

Angel hated it. He hated working for Val. He hated everything about it. Most of all he hated himself for signing that damn contract agreeing to all this. Even though at the time he didn't know what he was getting into. He wished he'd thought about it at least

He walks into the hotel exhausted, his head leading as he slouched. Tiredly, he made his way to the bar. The hotel was the only place he actually felt home. The only place he felt safe and could let himself go. Only to relive the same day over and over again.

He finally makes it to the bar and plops down onto the barstool, his head hitting the counter almost immediately with a groan.

"Rough day at work?"

Angel lifts his head up to see Husk looking at him, whilst already holding a bottle of Angels favorite. Angel groans

"Rough is an understatement Husky..". Angel sighs and slams his head on the counter again. Husk pats his back. Angel listens as a bottle opens and is being poured into a glass. He looks up when he feels the glass lightly bump his arm.

Angel looks up at Husk gratefully and the downs half the drink. He sighs in relief as he looks up at the bartender and smiles.

"Thanks Husk. Fucking needed that after today."

"He took you on a fucking joy ride didn't he?" Husk questioned in a concerned tone, looking at the spider. Angel chuckles tiredly

"Everyone did. And there was no joy in it. Trust me." Angel complains,taking another swig at his drink. Husk looks at him pitifully. Every part of Husk wanted to go down to that porn studio and rip Valentino limb from limb. But he knew better than to try. He wish he could though.

Husk's face immediately goes from concerned to annoyed when he sees Angel smirking at him.

"Although, I wouldn't mind if you were the one taking me on a joy ride whiskers~" Angel smirks and scratches Husk's chin.

To Angel's surprise, there was no retort or shoving. Instead,Husk momentarily stops everything he's doing ,and soon Angel hears a low rumbling noise emitting from Husk himself. Angel's jaw drops

"No fucking way! You can Purr?!" Angel exclaims excitedly.

Immediately after hearing this Husk is brought back into reality and pulls his head back.

"Ah-..n-no! That wasn't purring jackass! It was just-" Husk stumble with his words

"Just what? Hm?...no answer. Exactly"

Husk groans at the spider, who was now smirking. Angel immediately tried to go for Husk's ears.

"Hey!"

Husk grabs Angel's hand. Angel smirk

"Ohh holding hands now are we? You really want me that bad Husky~?" Angel brings up the hand that Husk is holding and pressed it against his cheek. Husk groans in annoyance and takes his hand back. Angel chuckles.

"You know..." Angel begins talking, his first pair of arms supporting his chin, while the second did gestures. "If you let me do this it just might help."

Husk looks at Angel confused. Help? What help did he need? He's the bartender. If anything he's the one usually helping people. Talking about feelings and shit.

"Pleaseee." Angel pleaded, looking at Husk directly in his eyes ,with the best puppy dog eyes he could do.

Husk figured that the spider demon wasn't gonna get off his tail until he let him do it. So. After a brief moment of reluctance.

"Four to five seconds. That's all you get-"

"45 seconds?!"

"Four. To. Five. Seconds"

"aww.."

Husk was tempted to chuckle at the spiders dissapointment. But that was immediately cut off when he just realized what he had said. well it's too late to back out.

Angel hoists himself up onto the counter and turns so that he can face Husk. Husk rolls his eyes and stands infront of Angel.

Slowly, Angel starts scratching behind Husk's left ear, very lightly. Husk's eyes screwed shut, but seemingly became more relaxed as Angel went out. It was a very relaxing sensation for the bartender. Something he didn't expect Angel to do, maybe Charlie, or even Nifty if she was curious. But no. It was the spider demon. And he was surprisingly good at it.

Angel then uses another hand to gently scratch behind Husk's right ear. Husk flinched a bit at the sudden touch, instantly prompting Angel to stop and apologize. Husk assured him that it was fine, and with that, Angel went back to scratching.

And soon enough. A gentle rumbling once again emits from Husk. Angel holds in his laugh and continues. Suddenly he gets an idea

Whilst still scratching behind Husk's ears, angel uses one of his other hands to gentle scratch Husk's chin. This time Husk didn't flinch at all. He just stood there ,tiredly happy, enjoying the attention he was getting

They had both pretty much forgotten the time limit at this point, nor did they care. Husk was happy, and Angel was proud he could make Husk happy.

Angel never thought he'd be this close with Husk ever. But the afterlife really surprised him. Sure Angel is still mad with all the shit Valentino puts him through, but he's also happy that at the end of the day.

He'll always get to see his loser.

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And that was it. Hello people of Tumblr. Please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes because this is my first fic. And if you read it thank you

[notedchampagne]

you're super into dogs right? you happen to know what about puppy care is true? I suddenly have to take care of one and everything I look up says something different

im not an expert but i do have some general good advice:

rewards and exposure to stimuli are very important! the sooner your puppy is introduced to other people, other dogs, and being carried/touched/handled, the calmer they will be growing up. my own dog (coco) unfortunately had a bad run-in with some crusty white dogs as a puppy, so shes more timid than other dogs her size. on the other hand she was pet a lot and bathed & brushed often, so as she grew older she became more patient to tugging and baths and learned to be more vocal when she is stressed. if your dog is very food-motivated (ex: a labrador) training them will be very rewarding in the future as long as you are strict to rewarding them when they do tricks 100% and not 90% or 80%. this also has its own troubles with more independently minded dogs (gsheps, huskies, some mixes) as they could be neutral about food and would likely be smart enough to decide Not to follow you. not sure what advice to give in this situation specifically but congratulations on loving your petty dog

you have to be very patient. please. yelling or hurting them will only make them scared of you, which will hurt how they interact with the general world. despite how cute they are puppies are also fucking horrendous - the first few nights we got coco we didnt prepare a room for her so i was tormented by shit fumes when she slept in my room. be prepared to be grossed out. if youre clean-obsessed (like me) it helps to have an extra room / to makeshift a small pen where your dog can sleep for the night without you worrying about it shitting and peeing all over the place. they will also bite like crazy once they get into their teen stages. what worked for me personally was buying a plunger so that coco can go hog wild on chewing one specific thing instead of other furniture. i heard from others that if you mimic a hurt noise the puppy will learn to stop biting you, since the sound of pain tends to come across in communication.

consistent feeding time can help with toilet training. if you feed your dog earlier in the evening and go to bed after they went to the bathroom, it reduces their chances for accidents and can help adjust their bowels for potty training.

again, this is just my experience! some nice dog channels i follow are modernmalinois (for dog training videos - the owner recently got a litter of puppies so it might help to see how he treats them), will atherton (lots of videos - i linked a puppy training video specifically), and girlwiththedogs (dog groomer - just really good if you want to see a lot of different personalities and behaviors)

[domm1etae]

Exploring the Edge

yunho x mingi

smut | mdni

3.4k

when alpha Mingi's unexpected reaction to a beta's touch leads to a desperate search for answers, he turns to his best friend for help

nsfw tags under

alphaxalpha, m/m, top yunho, bottom mingi, non traditional abo, friends to lovers (kinda), anal sex, fingering, manhandling, unprotected sex, wall sex, semi public sex, dirty talk

“Hey!” Mingi’s voice cut through the bustling campus, causing Yunho to glance up from his phone. Mingi moved with purpose, weaving through the crowd to catch Yunho’s attention. When they were finally face to face, Mingi grabbed Yunho’s arm and guided him toward a secluded corner by the library. The noise of the campus faded into the background as they entered their private space.

“What’s up?” Yunho asked, a curious look crossing his face. “You’re not your usual chipper self. Usually, it's 'hi, how’s it going?' and then we just hang out.”

“Hi,” Mingi replied, leaning against the wall with a sigh that carried more weight than usual. “How’s it going?”

“Actually, it’s been pretty good,” Yunho said with a smile. “I only have one class today, and I was thinking of checking out this new puppy café. They have a husky there. Want to join?”

Mingi tried to stifle a smile at Yunho’s earnest enthusiasm. “Of course, I want to come. But there’s something I need to tell you first. I hooked up with Jiwoo last week.”

Yunho raised an eyebrow, his casual demeanor suggesting indifference. “Congrats? You hook up with someone like every other week.”

“This time was different!” Mingi’s voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes darting around to ensure their privacy. He pulled Yunho even closer into the shadowy corner. “She did something unexpected.”

Yunho’s interest was piqued. “What happened?”

Mingi hesitated, his face flushing as he struggled to find the right words. “She… fingered me.”

“Wait, what?” Yunho’s confusion was evident as he tried to grasp the situation. “Are you saying she did something weird with her hands?”

“No, not like that!” Mingi groaned, his face burning with embarrassment. “She fingered my ass.”

Yunho’s eyes widened in shock. He almost choked on his coffee, quickly setting the cup aside as he looked at Mingi with a mix of disbelief and concern. “She WHAT?”

“Shh!” Mingi’s panic was palpable as he looked around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

Yunho, sensing Mingi’s distress, grabbed his wrist and led him toward the nearest bathroom. Once inside, he locked the door and checked under the stalls to make sure they were alone. Returning to Mingi, he looked at him with an incredulous expression. “Alright, explain what you just said.”

Mingi crossed his arms, clearly mortified. “I’m not repeating it.”

“Come on, you have to tell me!” Yunho urged, leaning against the sink. “I need to understand what happened.”

Mingi took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “Okay, fine. She was on top, doing her thing, and then, out of nowhere, she just slipped a finger in. I didn’t expect her to be so bold, especially since she’s a beta.”

Yunho absorbed this information, his curiosity intensifying. “So… did it actually feel good?”

Mingi’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he tried to hide his embarrassment by covering his ears. His silence spoke volumes.

“It was… okay, I guess,” Mingi admitted hesitantly.

“Just ‘okay’? Really?” Yunho gave him a skeptical look. “We’re always honest with each other. Stop being so evasive and just tell me the whole truth.”

Mingi let out a frustrated sigh, his gaze darting around as if hoping to escape the conversation. “It’s more complicated than that. Maybe I actually liked it, and now I’m panicking because what if this means I’m into that kind of thing?”

Yunho frowned, clearly confused. “Wait, what? You’re being so vague. Just say it plainly.”

“Use your brain, Yunho! What if I enjoy being on the receiving end, or what if this means I’m actually an omega or something?” Mingi blurted out, his distress evident.

Yunho took a moment to think before responding thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s that straightforward. Two alphas can experiment with different things; it doesn’t mean one of them has to be an omega. It’s just part of figuring out your preferences, right?”

“I know, I know,” Mingi replied, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “But… there’s something else I haven’t told you.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “I was… leaking.”

Yunho’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, are you serious?”

Mingi nodded, clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure what was happening at first, but it was definitely going on. And now I’m just overthinking everything.”

“Okay, let’s not jump to conclusions,” Yunho said, trying to remain calm. “Just because you were leaking doesn’t automatically mean you’re an omega. Bodies can be unpredictable. It might be a one-time thing, or it could be something you’re discovering about yourself. It doesn’t change who you are.”

Mingi sighed heavily. “Yeah, but I did it to myself again after she left, just to see if it was really me or if she was influencing it. And it happened again.”

“So, you were experimenting on yourself after she was gone?” Yunho’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Some alpha you are.”

Mingi shot him a glare but couldn’t help a small smile. “So, what does this mean? Am I suddenly an omega? Am I going to go into heat or something?”

Yunho chuckled, shaking his head. “Shut up. This is all so awkward. If you’re really curious about it, why don’t you just… explore?”

Mingi’s face turned bright red. “What?!”

“Go. Get. Fucked,” Yunho said casually with a shrug. “See if you like it or not.”

“Who’s even going to want to do that with me?” Mingi asked, looking dejected. “There aren’t exactly a lot of alphas interested in that.”

Yunho smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I would.”

Mingi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh, come on. Don’t joke around.”

“I’m serious,” Yunho said, leaning in closer with a grin. “Why not? I’d be happy to help you figure it out.”

“You’d actually be willing to—” Mingi began, but his voice trailed off, caught off guard by Yunho’s proposition.

“Yeah, I’d be up for it,” Yunho said confidently. “We could both explore something new together. It’s entirely your choice.”

Mingi hesitated, clearly conflicted. “We don’t even know how that would work out. Are you sure I wouldn’t end up disappointing you?”

“Disappoint me?” Yunho’s grin widened. “You think that’s a concern? I’m not worried about that. I can handle whatever comes our way.”

“Really?” Mingi scoffed, still skeptical. “You think you can handle me? Are you confident you’d be able to keep up?”

“Oh, please,” Yunho said with a smirk. “A beta managed it, and you don’t think I could have you pinned underneath me, begging for my knot?”

Mingi’s eyes narrowed, a challenge evident in his gaze. “I’d like to see you try. I work out a lot more than you do. If anything, I’d have you pinned—”

Before Mingi could finish his sentence, Yunho abruptly pushed him against the bathroom wall, his hands gripping Mingi’s shoulders firmly. Mingi’s eyes widened in shock as Yunho’s nails dug into his skin, his expression a mix of determination and excitement.

“Care to test that theory?” Yunho’s voice was low and teasing as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Mingi’s neck.

Mingi went utterly silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. The air between them was thick with tension, charged with unspoken desires. Mingi’s scent intensified, an unfamiliar aroma that seemed to draw Yunho in.

“Are you—”

“Shut up, don’t say anything,” Mingi muttered, his voice barely audible as he noticed Yunho’s eyes wandering down to his legs. The slick seeping down his thighs made Mingi squeeze his legs together, his face flushing deeper with embarrassment.

“Fuck, you reek of omega,” Yunho said, burying his nose against Mingi’s neck. The scent was almost intoxicating, overwhelming Yunho’s senses. “You’re drenched in slick, aren’t you?”

“I told you not to say anything,” Mingi groaned, desperate to hide his flushed cheeks. “But I’m not asking for your knot, just help me out a bit.”

“Is that how you’re asking?” Yunho’s lips curled into a teasing grin as his fingers lightly traced the waistband of Mingi’s pants.

“Come on, don’t be a jerk about it.”

“If you want help, I’ll treat you just like I treat my omegas,” Yunho said smoothly, his tone a mix of playful and serious.

“I’m not one of your fucking omegas,” Mingi shot back, eyes narrowing with frustration. “Are you just scared you don’t know how to handle an alpha properly?”

“I see what you’re trying to do,” Yunho said, his voice taking on a sharper edge.

“What am I trying to do? You’re the one who claimed you could handle me, and from where I’m standing, I don’t see any evidence to back that up," Yunho retorted, his gaze challenging.

Mingi swallowed hard, feeling the tension crackle between them. The air was charged with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy as they stood there, the heat of their conversation echoing their unspoken desires.

“You really enjoy pushing boundaries, don’t you?” Yunho’s voice was a seductive whisper as he slid his hand down Mingi’s jeans, his fingers making contact with the slick that had accumulated. The touch was deliberate and measured, teasing Mingi’s rim with a slow, tantalizing pressure.

Mingi struggled to maintain his composure, his mind a tumult of conflicting emotions. The sensation of Yunho’s long, slender fingers stretching him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It wasn’t merely a physical touch; it was an exploration of sensations that went beyond his previous encounters. The contrast between Yunho’s touch and Jiwoo’s previous attempts was stark. Yunho’s touch was confident and commanding, stirring a deep, primal need within him.

He averted his gaze, focusing instead on the wall beside him. Yunho’s fingers were working their way inside him with a precision that was almost maddening. Each stroke, each subtle shift, sent waves of pleasure mixed with frustration through him. It was an experience that was both overwhelming and electrifying, a departure from the predictable routine of his own hand or Jiwoo’s gentle touch.

Yunho wasn’t just touching him; he was drawing out Mingi’s reactions, deliberately pushing him to the edge. When Yunho pulled his fingers out, Mingi felt an intense mix of relief and yearning. The slick, glistening on Yunho’s fingers and dripping down his arm, was a stark reminder of how much he craved more.

Yunho’s next move was deliberate and commanding. He shifted Mingi’s hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the wall beside his head. “I want to hear you,” Yunho’s command was firm, almost possessive.

Mingi’s mind was a storm of thoughts. The mere act of having his hand restrained, coupled with Yunho’s touch, heightened his awareness of every sensation. He tried to control his reactions, but his body betrayed him with every touch, every flicker of Yunho’s fingers. It was humiliating and exhilarating in equal measure. He could hardly stand the thought of begging, yet the way Yunho’s fingers moved inside him was pushing him closer to that very edge.

“Just… shut up,” Mingi groaned, his head falling back as Yunho’s fingers delved deeper. The feeling was both agonizing and ecstatic, Yunho’s fingers reaching deep inside, stretching him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. The aggressive pull-out was a tease, leaving him wanting more. Mingi’s senses were heightened; he could feel the slick leaking down his thighs, the unmistakable proof of his desire. The sight of it dripping down Yunho’s elbow was both humiliating and intensely arousing.

In a moment of desperation, Mingi grabbed Yunho’s hand, pushing it back into his jeans. His mind was a jumble of pride and need. He had sworn he wouldn’t beg, wouldn’t give in to his vulnerability, but the smug, knowing look on Yunho’s face was testing his resolve.

Yunho’s voice was both taunting and inviting. “Is that how desperate you are?” His fingers slid in with a practiced ease, plunging into the slick-filled cavity of Mingi’s body. Mingi hissed at the sensation, the addition of another finger pushing him to new heights of pleasure. It was a perfect balance of fullness, and his body craved even more.

Mingi’s gaze fell to Yunho’s other hand, which moved rhythmically in his pants. The sight was captivating. “Show me,” Mingi managed to murmur, his voice quivering with both anticipation and anxiety. “Let me see your cock.”

Yunho’s reaction was immediate. He pulled his hand out, revealing his erect member. The sight was almost overwhelming, and Mingi found himself licking his lips involuntarily. The idea of getting down on his knees was foreign to him, but the thought of tasting Yunho’s cock was an intoxicating temptation he couldn’t ignore.

He had never needed something as much as he needed Yunho right now. The mere thought of Yunho’s cock filling him, pushing him to the limits, was enough to send his mind into a whirlwind of fantasies. The physical roughness Yunho displayed only intensified his desire. He was certain he could handle it, even if it meant begging for it, a paradox that intrigued and maddened him.

“Alpha,” Mingi panted, the word slipping from his lips before he had fully processed it. His mind was still tangled in a haze of desire and imagination. The sudden realization of what he had said hit him hard.

Yunho’s grip on Mingi’s jaw was firm yet gentle, his eyes locked onto Mingi’s with an intensity that made him shiver. “Say it again,” Yunho’s voice was a heated whisper, his breath mingling with Mingi’s. The flush on Mingi’s face deepened, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“Alpha…” Mingi’s voice was softer now, almost fragile as he stared at Yunho’s lips. The physical act of having his jeans fall to the floor was a stark reminder of his exposed vulnerability, and Yunho’s cock pressing between his bare thighs was a palpable manifestation of his craving.

“So, I’m your alpha?” Yunho’s chuckle was low and confident as he rubbed his cock between Mingi’s thighs. The contact was electrifying, and Mingi could feel the heat radiating off Yunho’s body. Each rut against him was a reminder of the dominant role Yunho was willing to assume.

Mingi’s breath came in ragged bursts as he felt Yunho’s cock sliding against his thighs. “You’re my alpha,” he moaned, the desperation in his voice mingling with the pleasure. He pressed his hips forward, seeking more friction, the sensation of Yunho’s cock rubbing against his skin driving him to the brink of madness.

Yunho’s fingers worked diligently inside Mingi, curling and stretching with expert precision. The rhythmic motion made Mingi’s body respond eagerly, his muscles tightening in anticipation. Yunho’s low, intense moans served as a testament to the mutual pleasure they were experiencing, amplifying Mingi’s mounting desire.

“I’m so close,” Mingi panted, the urgency in his voice clear. His entire body felt like it was winding tighter, the pleasure building to an overwhelming crescendo.

“Shhh,” Yunho murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. He quickened the pace, the growing urgency in his movements reflecting the electric tension between them. The sight of Mingi’s muscular chest rising and falling with every breath, his eyes fluttering shut and then meeting Yunho’s gaze, was intoxicating. Yunho had fantasized about this moment countless times, but seeing Mingi so utterly undone was more thrilling than he had ever imagined.

“Come for me,” Yunho instructed softly, his breath warm against Mingi’s ear. The command was the final push Mingi needed. With a guttural moan, both of them reached their climax. Mingi’s body trembled with the intensity of his orgasm, and Yunho followed suit, releasing in a wave of pleasure.

Mingi’s knees gave out, and he slid down the wall, his breathing heavy and uneven. “Wow,” he managed to say, a shaky laugh escaping his lips. “That was… something else.”

Yunho, catching his breath, helped Mingi to his feet. “Not exactly the cleanest place to sit, huh?” Yunho teased, a smirk playing on his lips. “I can’t even imagine what else has happened in here.”

“You’re such a dork,” Mingi said, snickering as he tried to regain his composure. “But seriously, thanks. I didn’t expect any of this.”

“Hey, no problem,” Yunho replied, his expression softening. “You okay?”

Mingi nodded, though his cheeks were still flushed. “Yeah, just… give me a sec to get my bearings.” He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “That was a lot.”

Yunho’s gaze lingered on Mingi, a thoughtful expression on his face. He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. “Mingi, can I put it in?” Yunho asked, his voice a mix of eagerness and uncertainty. “I want to feel what it’s like, to experience the same pleasure you did.”

Mingi’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected request. He glanced down at Yunho’s cock, still glistening with a mix of slick and precum, and felt a rush of heat and curiosity. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation. “It’s… it’s a big step.”

Yunho nodded, his expression intense yet vulnerable. “Yeah, I’m sure. I want to feel it, to experience what you felt. If you’re okay with it.”

Mingi hesitated for a moment, his thoughts racing. The idea of allowing Yunho to take control was both thrilling and intimidating. But seeing the earnestness in Yunho’s eyes, he found himself nodding. “Okay,” he said softly, a mix of nervousness and excitement in his voice. “Let’s do it.”

Yunho’s face lit up with a relieved and eager smile. He guided Mingi gently back against the wall, his hands finding Mingi’s hips and positioning him carefully. Mingi could feel Yunho’s cock pressing against him, the heat and pressure building as Yunho aligned himself.

“Tell me if you need anything,” Yunho said, his voice low and reassuring. “I want this to be good for both of us.”

Mingi nodded, his breath hitching as Yunho slowly began to push inside him. The initial pressure was intense, but as Yunho worked his way in, Mingi’s body began to adjust. He groaned softly, the sensation of Yunho filling him completely sending waves of pleasure through him.

Yunho moved with a steady rhythm, his hands gripping Mingi’s hips as he found a pace that worked for both of them. Each thrust was met with a soft gasp or moan from Mingi, who clung to the wall, his body responding eagerly to Yunho’s movements.

“You feel amazing,” Yunho murmured, his voice rough with desire. “So tight, so perfect.”

Mingi’s eyes fluttered shut, his mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. “Yunho… this feels incredible,” he managed to gasp, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and awe.

Yunho’s movements grew more urgent as he lost himself in the sensations, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. The heat between them was palpable, and the sound of their mingled breaths and moans filled the small space.

“Mingi, I’m close,” Yunho warned, his voice strained with effort. “Tell me if you want me to keep going.”

“Please, keep going,” Mingi pleaded, his voice breaking with need. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

Yunho responded with a final, powerful thrust, his release coming in intense waves. Mingi’s own climax followed closely behind, his body shuddering with the force of it.

As they both came down from their highs, Yunho’s grip on Mingi’s hips softened, and he carefully withdrew. They stood there, catching their breath, their bodies still tingling from the intense experience.

Yunho looked at Mingi with a mixture of satisfaction and concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

Mingi nodded, his cheeks flushed and his breathing heavy. “Yeah, I’m okay. That was… incredible. I didn’t expect to feel this way.”

Yunho’s expression softened as he reached out to help Mingi steady himself. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was something new for both of us.”

Mingi smiled, feeling a deep sense of connection and satisfaction. “Yeah, it definitely was. Thanks for sharing this with me.”

Yunho grinned, his eyes twinkling with warmth. “Anytime. Let’s get cleaned up and head out.”

As they made their way to the sinks, the atmosphere between them was filled with a mix of intimacy and ease. They washed up, their conversation light and filled with laughter as they prepared to leave the bathroom behind.

“So, puppy cafe?” Yunho asked with a playful grin.

“Definitely,” Mingi replied, his smile returning. “I could use some time with some cute puppies to balance out everything that just happened.”

[ihearthes]

Beachin' Sex

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (2nd person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 2400

With the first drops of icy cold water on the heated skin of your bare back, you screech, “HARRY! That’s cold!” His infectious, childlike giggle flits away in the warm Bahama breeze. Using your arms to prop up, you turn your head and glare at him. Shaking himself like a puppy, Harry laughs as the droplets land on your towel, in the sand, and, naturally, on you. 

This trip to the Beach House on Musha Cay is to celebrate the six month anniversary of your first date, and still Harry takes your breath away every day. Gazing at him now through your sunglasses, you shield your eyes from the bright sun while surveying his naked torso. The water pulled his swim trunks low, and his happy trail framed by those laurels makes your lady parts tingle. Plucking the sunscreen from its spot in the sand, Harry kneels next to you as he opens the bottle and squirts some on your back. 

“Whale, hello there. Turning a little pink here, babe,” he murmurs, as he starts to massage the lotion into your shoulders. 

“Mmmmmm,” you sigh, relaxing once more, laying your head on your folded arms, rolling your eyes with his newest pun. You might doze off if he continues this smooth motion over your skin. His long, elegant fingers glide along your muscles, kneading until the lotion is fully absorbed. As he finishes your back, he shifts, adding sunscreen to your calves and feet, massaging those too. Oh, yes. This is definitely heaven on earth. 

Harry starts humming one of his newer tunes as he works his way up your calves to your thighs, and the sensual strokes have a different effect on you now. Sighing as his hands move closer to the apex of your thighs, you slide your legs apart just a bit. 

“I hope you make sure all of my body parts are covered with lotion, Harry,” you purr, “Wouldn’t want any important bits to get sunburned. 

The humming and movement of his hands stops abruptly, and you lift your head to see what’s happened. But then his hand wanders there -- to that place where your wetness concentrates, and you lower your head once more, stifling a groan of pleasure.

Harry’s husky voice floats to you, “Guess we don’t want you to burn here either,” as his hand dips under the waist of your bikini bottoms. You shiver at his touch on your ass, and he starts humming again as he continues to massage your glutes; only it’s more of a caress now. Your legs drift further apart as Harry’s long fingers start to dip closer to your core. 

Unwittingly, a moan escapes, and you want to shift around to face your boyfriend, but he has other ideas as he splays one hand on your back to hold you down, carefully removing your bikini bottoms. You squirm at the air on your exposed flesh, and then cry out when you feel Harry’s tongue. You’re still on your stomach, and Harry is kneeling between your splayed legs, licking your wet entrance from front to back. 

“Ahhhhhaaaahhaa,” you giggle and squeal at the sensation. When he starts to suckle your clit, you bend your knees, extending your naked ass into the air to give him better access. Inside you are melting, getting wetter the closer you get to your orgasm. You’ve had enough of this, though. You want to watch him, so you throw one leg over his shoulder as you twist onto your back. Harry barely pauses, reaching up to grab your breast and knead it while his mouth continues to work on you. 

His soft lips kiss your pussy as his tongue dips into you. The panting noise you hear is distracting until you realize it’s coming from you. A whimper escapes as he latches onto your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Grabbing at his hair, you try to pull him further into you, but you’re unsuccessful, as he backs out, sliding a finger along your thigh. 

As you feel his finger approach, you also realize that it’s covered in sand. Abrasive sand. Itchy sand. Sitting up abruptly, you back away in horror. 

“What?” Harry inquires, heavy-lidded, “You were so close.” 

Wrapping your arms around your knees, you stare at his hands with those glorious fingers. “Sand, Harry. That’s what. I don’t think I want sand in my intimate parts.” It pains you to say this, as you truly were close to a mind-blowing climax. At least you assume it would be mind-blowing. After all, it’s Harry. 

He’s pouting, turning to grab your bikini bottoms which are covered in sand as well since he threw them to the side off the towel. Shaking your head, you grab the offensive item, stuffing it into your beach bag. Thank goodness this beach is as private as can be, and your little cottage is just a few steps away. 

As he stands, you notice that he has also been affected by your little sunscreen adventure. The outline of his cock is clearly visible through his pink trunks, and you smirk. Fluidly standing in front of him, you trace the shape with your fingernail as Harry draws in a deep breath, his eyes locking on yours. 

“It’s too sandy out here,” he croaks, wrapping his hand around yours to halt your measured movement over his length. 

You giggle. When he looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, you start singing, “Sandy, can’t you see? I’m in misery. We made a start. Now we’re apart. There’s nothing left for me.” 

Harry joins in on the second line, and the two of you belt out the ballad from “Grease” at the top of your lungs here on a beach in the Bahamas, one of you naked, the other clearly aroused in pink swim trunks. You dissolve into laughter just before the chorus, and Harry captures your mouth in a hot, wet kiss, dipping his tongue assertively into your mouth where you can taste remnants of yourself. Suckling his tongue, you interlace fingers with his, pulling his arms around your back, bringing you in closer proximity to his manhood. And suddenly you’re desperate for him again. This won’t do. The sand is still here, and you’re not quite ready to go back inside yet. 

Breaking away from him, you toss your sunglasses to the side and run to the water, yelling “ Better than a cold shower any day!” The warm water envelops you within a few steps where the sand fades away. You hear Harry splashing behind you, so you screech and try to swim faster, but his workouts and his regular time in the icy waters of Hampstead Heath pond have made him the stronger swimmer. It’s not long before he’s grasped you around the leg, pulling you back towards him. Squealing in laughter, you allow him to reel you in. It’s only when you wrap your legs around him that you realize he’s ditched his swim trunks as well so that you are both skinny dipping in this beautiful blue water. 

With your legs enveloping his waist, the desire you had previously abandoned returns with a vengeance, and you want him inside you. Now. Immediately. 

“Is that an eel between your legs or are you happy to see me?” you attempt a seductive, growling voice. Instead, you can barely keep a straight face. 

Harry, who is always full of puns, sings, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s a moray.”

When you groan, Harry grins wider, “You’re going to damage my moray-eel if you don’t laugh.”

Rolling your eyes, you giggle, “I would laugh if they were good puns.”

“Are you shore they aren’t good ones?” he implores. “Water boat we have seafood for dinner?” 

There’s only one way to shut him up when he’s in a punny mood, and you aren’t afraid to use the technique. Nibbling gently at his lips, you whisper, “Water boat you fuck me now?”

Instantly, his laughter stops as his eyes darken. Swimming backwards towards the beach, Harry bounces you higher around his waist so that your breasts are out of the water. Wrapping his lips around your right breast, he applies gentle suction, and your head tilts back to look up at the bright cloudless sky as you pull his wet hair and moan out loud. 

The water buoys you, so Harry is able to hold you with one hand while the other tweaks your nipple, and you wince. “Careful, H. You’ve got four of those I can torture.”

You wish you could take him in your mouth right now, but drowning to give him a blowie doesn’t seem like a good idea. Instead, you release your legs from their death grip so that you can grasp his cock in your hand, stroking it a few times while it grows in your hand. Now it’s Harry’s turn to take in the bright azure sky overhead as he exposes his throat to you, clearly enjoying the feel of your hand on him. The salty water is a terrible lubricant, though, and your hand can’t quite glide over him like you both prefer. Plus every time you get positioned, a wave comes upon you, pushing you in a different direction. You feel like crying with frustration. 

“Harrrrryyyy,” you whine, “I’m so horny, and this water isn’t cooperating.”

Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, he focuses on you, “I would agree, my love.” In the manliest way possible, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, his palm resting on your butt as he exits the ocean. You’ve got quite the nice view of his terribly pale ass, and you can’t resist a little bite right there as you’re being jostled. 

Harry yelps, bypassing your towels and beach bag as he continues towards the cottage. You squeal at this display of masculinity from your guy. Luckily the french doors to the bedroom have been left over to capture the breeze, so Harry easily stalks in and tosses you onto the bed. 

“Fuck, Harry!” you laugh, “The duvet is getting soaked with salt water.”

“For what we’re paying for this place,” Harry easily responds, “They can buy new linens.”

His eyes darken, and you notice that the tip of his cock is leaking with his need. Licking your lips, you turn over on your stomach and stalk towards where he stands. Taking his length in your hand, you lick off the pre-cum before deepthroating him as best you can. With this angle, it’s hard to do, so you compensate by combining hand motions with the suction of your lips as you give him the blowie you’d wanted to give him earlier. It’s not long, though, before he’s thrusting his hips into your mouth, and you know he’s getting close. 

Pulling away from him, you crab walk backwards on the bed, making eye contact with him in the most erotic way possible. Climbing onto the bed behind you, Harry grins, sliding forward with his arms wrapped around your thighs. “Just need one more taste, babe,” he slithers closer to you, and you’re not sure you can stand his tongue again, so you move to close your legs. But Harry is having none of that, using his steel hands to stop you, widening the gap, wrapping one leg around his shoulder as he leans in, blowing on your pussy before his tongue ventures out, lapping at your core. 

You scream, and your hips ride his face, bucking off of the bed. “Harry! I’m going to come. Please come with me! I need you inside me. NOW.”

At your tone, Harry abandons his meal, sliding up your body to kiss your breasts slowly. “So gorgeous, love, and so ready for me.”

He’s taking his time, and you’re torn apart with the edging of the last hour. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me now, or you’ll be sleeping on the beach tonight.”

With hooded eyes, Harry gazes at your nipples, whispering to them, “I’ll be back, pretty ones.”

Conquering your mouth with his, he thrusts inside of you without warning, swallowing your cry with his tongue. The sensation of him filling you up when you’ve been so desperate for him is overwhelming, and when he doesn’t move while he fucks your mouth with his tongue, you try to force him by bucking your hips up into him. But it’s no good. He’s stronger than you, and you cannot move. Well, shit. If you can’t force him to move, maybe you can force him deeper inside of you, so you wrap your legs around his waist again, and you feel him slide further into you. 

Wrenching his mouth from yours, Harry pants, “What the fuck? Damn. I’m so…..fuck….”

With that incoherent thought, Harry starts moving inside of you. You’ve captured his eyes with yours. Threading his hands through yours, Harry traps both sets of hands over your head, thrusting steadily as you watch him. The sensation is excruciating as he slides along your walls, fucking you quickly. Suddenly, he stops again, and you move your hips to maintain the rhythm that was bringing you closer to your ultimate release. 

“Harrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy….” you whine once more. 

But you don’t have time to say more than that as Harry begins slower, more powerful thrusts into you. You need more. Just as this thought enters your brain, you feel the muscles start to bunch and clench. Harry adjusts his angle, turning you both sideways, and you are astounded at how different that simple adjustment feels. Biting your lip, you fight for Harry to release one of your hands; when he does, you use it to stroke his jaw, continuing the eye contact. 

“I fucking love you, Harry Styles, more than there are waves in the ocean. More than there are grains of saaaannnnnnnddddd…” you whisper just as your orgasm overtakes you, and Harry shoots his streams into you, coating your walls as he grunts, “Love you more.” 

Wave after wave of exhilaration swamp you as Harry continues to fuck you through your orgasm, allowing you to ride the crest. 

As you both descend from your high, Harry looks at you, and you know he’s about to drop another really bad pun. Grinning so big that his dimple looks deeper than the ocean you were just swimming in, he laughs, “Water you doing tomorrow at this same time?”

Pausing for dramatic effect, you lean over him as you simultaneously move to straddle him. “You,” you whisper, as your grin disappears and you nibble at his lips. 

“Good answer,” he sighs, capturing your mouth with his, “I’m sure I’ll be feeling nauti.”