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Of things obtained: Once Upon a Witchlight Ep. 3 | Let Them Eat Cake
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! Fair warning, this post contains SPOILERS. If you don't want to be spoiled, STOP READING !
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Gricko
In possession from beginning:
Primal totems (gorilla, basilisk-esque creature; ep.1)
Alarm whistle (ep.1)
Glue dropper bottle
Eyedrops bottle
Items acquired:
Bag of 500 gold pieces (ep.1)
-3 for trying to make up making Red sad
Cloak of Displacement (ep.1)
1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (ep.1) 5/8
Sycamore seed 4 (ep.2; +1d4 for ability check until dawn)
Clothes:
Comically too big cloth butterfly wings (ep.2; blue-red)
Really small Tentacle Chad T-shirt
Pacts/contracts:
Hootsie
Items acquired:
1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (gained due Fey Pact; ep.2) 6/8
Clothes:
Cloth butterfly wings (pink; ep.2)
Pacts/contracts
Fey Pact 5: You must carry around a small pumpkin as though it were a precious egg (she holds it on her head). Once the Witchlight Monarch is crowned, all pacts made fade, and only then. (ep.2)
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Gideon
In possession from beginning:
Items acquired:
3 letters from Mr. Roslov (ep.1)
1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (ep.1) 5/8
Sycamore seed 5 (ep.2; +1d8 for ability check until next dawn)
x5 Magical Cupcakes for winning the Cake Eating Contest
Each cupcake works like an invisibility potion. You must consume the entire cupcake for it to work.
Clothes:
Comically too small cloth butterfly wings (ep.2; red with orange rinds)
Cake Chad T-shirt about six sizes too small
Pacts/contracts:
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Kremy
Languages: Common, Draconic
In possession from beginning:
Tophat
Cane
2 gold pieces (ep.1)
at least 2 handkerchiefs
Items acquired:
1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (ep.1; misplaced it)
1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (gained due Fey Pact; ep.2) 5/8
Satchel with Carnival map and Three Rules of Feywild (ep.2)
Sycamore seed 1 (trait "I am easily amused" until dawn; ep.2)
Clothes:
Cloth butterfly wings (ep.2; purple)
Pacts/contracts:
Due possessing unspecified knowledge he didn't pay for when he "abandoned his station" has to deliver 100,000 gold pieces to Mr. Garou by the end of the month (in next 19 days) as recompensation. If he's no longer able to do so by dying, the rest of the Krew is obligated to pay it (ep.1)
Fey Pact 8: You must declare your love for unicorns at every opportunity. Once the Witchlight Monarch is crowned, all pacts made fade then, and only then (ep.2)
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Frost
In possession from beginning:
Backpack (ep.2)
Glue (totally not related to horses)
Glue antidote (got all used up to remove glue from Gricko)
Tambourine
Water skin
Items acquired:
Letter to Zybilna by Madrik Roslov (ep.1)
Bag of Beans (ep.1)
1 ticket to Witchlight Carnival (ep.1) 5/8
Sycamore seed 7 (ep.2; it turns into:)
1 gold piece
Dandelion (ep.2; reward for catching Red's interest; blown away while making a wish)
Clothes:
Cloth butterfly wings (ep.2; jade with yellow eyes)
Pacts/contracts:
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Krew (The Party)
In possession from beginning:
2 gold pieces (ep.1)
Items acquired:
5 gold pieces (ep.2; for street-performing)
Pacts/contracts:
With Madrik Roslov: In exchange for checking if Zybilna is alright, and if true, giving her the letter he wrote, Party will get what is left from his possessions once he passes away (ep.1)
With Diana Cloppington - In exchange for riddle concerning Prismeer, with knowledge and information she was able to store about current state of it in it, Party promises to, at least, attempt to help her return to human and be reunited with Sir Cloppington; Not really Fey Pact but on their rules (ep.2)
Altered states:
Twist of Fate curses:
(Gricko) 12 - You are physically incapable of looking anyone directly in the eyes [1:40:48 - 1:57:00]
73 - You gain the beauty of the gods as long as you view yourself in a mirror. If not your beauty will corrupt into necrotic eldrich horror (failed) [1:50:40 - 1:57:00]
(Frost) 84 - All water tastes oily, including your saliva [1:40:50 - 2:02:41]
(Kremy) 9 98? - You are insatiably hungry and you eat and drink messily and noisily [2:02:25 -
To-do list:
Get the 100,00 gold pieces by the end of the month (ep.1)
Find out why Madrik Roslovs patron, Zybilna, stopped answering his calls for 15 years so he can die in peace, knowing her fate (ep.1)
Get to the Witchlight Carnival before it ends and find the only available entrance to Prismeer, Zybilnas domain (ep.1)
Try to become Witchlight Monarch (ep.1)
Find out who was the man that cut off Lexi Pott's wings, why he did that and what happened with them (ep.1)
Find a way to reunite Diana Cloppington with her with her horse, Sir Cloppington and return them to their previous forms (ep.2)
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Time
3rd day of Campaign, less than 7 hours till Coronation - same day, some time later
9th of the month (19 days until The Debt deadline)
Happiness Meter
+1 - Party absolutely smashing competition in Cake Eating Contest
Total money: 505 gold pieces
Random Info
Man whose name Lexi Pott's was unable to say was going to "wake her" and was very scared for Party meeting him. When they mentioned name Zybilna, she said they "already were too deep" (ep.1)
After Lexi Pott died, Party was surounded by Fairy Ring made up from mushrooms (ep.1)
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#i can already see how fuckin long those are gonna get#we havent even gotten to guys night yet and its already almost 5k signs long#and (light spoilers here) by guys night end - literaly 'getting things episodes' - it will be less than third? fifth? of all their items#2nd season is gonna start with 50k post right off the bat im telling ya#follow tag#Of things obtained: Once Upon a Witchlight#for future updates#legends of avantris#once upon a witchlight#ouaw#dnd#dungeons and dragons#d&d#podcast
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â HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAYÂ WHEN IN BED WITH YOU
-----------HEADCANONS-----------
HAWKS
âOh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.âÂ
âYou're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.â
âI know Iâm a mess-⊠what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?âÂ
âLay back and let me do all the work. Iâve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.â
âHey, donât shy away from me. Câmere-â
âYouâre so fuckinâ soft. ShiiitâŠâ
âHeyâno teasing the feathers.â
âI n-need to-... I just-âŠ-Iâm going to start moving now.â
âArms around my neck and legs around my hipsâ ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I donât want you falling on me, at least, not literally.â
âWhat a good mate, you respond to me so well."
âIâm so fuckinâ deep, my pretty girl-â
âFuckâI canât... Iâm not gonna last-â
âDonât be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.â
âGod Iâve wanted this for so long. Iâm going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after Iâve knocked you up.â
âWe're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.â
âTell me you love me-⊠tell me again.â
âI do get ahead of myself often, but I canât help it. I just know we belong together-âÂ
âWhat do you say we try for a baby this time?â
"Youâd be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...â
âTouch yourself, câmon. Let me see how you play the right notes.â
âYou're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.â
âLet me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.â
âNo oneâs gonna hear if I put my hand here⊠no biting, hun.â
âIâll make it quick, darling... justâlet me⊠let me go again.â
âNeed a hand or a finger?â
âJust wait, baby... Fuuuuckâgive me a damn minute.â
âKeep your eyes on me.â
âArch your back, there you go, such a good girl.â
âFuck, even after cumming you arenât ready to accommodate my size. Donât worry, baby,â he kisses your creased forehead, ââthen just the tip this time.â
âShit, I canât help itââ you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. âI just like you so damn much!â He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper.Â
âJust bear with me, I swear Iâll eat you for hours afterâŠ. Please, pretty, pleaseeeeeâŠâ He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans.Â
âNo matter how much you didnât want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ainât I, beautiful?âÂ
âCâmon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter⊠my cockâs rubbing those hard-to-reach placesâŠ. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.â
âIâm painfully close-âŠ. Fuck, I donât want to cum yetâŠâ
 âIs this your sweet spot Iâm bullying?âÂ
âEach thrust is inching you closer⊠should I slow down or go faster?â
âDeeper? Okey-⊠just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.âÂ
âGive me one more. please, just one more baby.â
âTry to keep your eyes open, I know itâs hardâŠb-but try for me beautiful.â
âGo ahead and sleep, honey, Iâm not going anywhere.â
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DABI
âWhatâd I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?â
âIâve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?â
âOpen your legs, not gonna say it again.â
âDoesnât hurt, its already scarred skin.â
âIf I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get itâ Iâve already told ya, it doesnât hurt anymore-â
âBury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.â
âStop pushing me away. Youâre gonna take it all, donât make me shove it down your throat.â
âYou love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.â
âNuh-uh, you havenât cum yet.â
âI said ass up.â
âYou want it so bad? beg.â
âTake them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Donât try me.â
âHarder,â he mutters, not a minute after you started. âHarder,â he demands again.
âCould you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.â
âCan barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.â
âFuck,â he bit out. âYes, fuckâŠ. Just like that.â
âCome on pretty girl. Ride me till youâre numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.â
âMove my hands again and see what happens-â
âFuckââÂ
âSorry, baby-⊠I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.â
âSit on it.â
âWorried it wonât fit? We always make it work just fineââ
âI donât have condoms, theyâre annoying.â He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience.Â
âDonât moveâJust gimme a minute⊠F-FuckâŠâ
âYou fuckinâ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spotâ âŠâ He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.
âDid you do that on purpose, princess? âcause now we are doing it every time.âÂ
âFuck that. Donât know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.â
âStop it, no more whiningâIâll do my best to beâŠ. gentler.âÂ
âReally? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.â
âRidiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.âÂ
âFuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.â
âShould I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.â
âUnless you were playing with yourself before I got here, Iâm guessing this is because of my pretty face?â
âOver my knee, now.â
âSure, I love yaâ but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckinâ spread them for me.â
âWant me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-â
âOneâs never enough, I know my princessâs pussy and its begging for another.â
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BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)
âDo you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?â
âYou can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).â
âIâve waited so long for this...â
âThatâs it... slow and easyââÂ
âHow much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?â
âYou ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? âdonât shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.â
âTake it off before I tear it off.â
âBaby... please...I hate to beg-â
âMake me wait much longer and Iâll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.â
âWhat a naughty little girl I have just to myself.â
âUgh, so hot and wet.âÂ
âI said I wanted to eat your pussy, didnât I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.â
âIâd hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.â
âItâs so warm...â
âWho do you belong to?âÂ
 âWhose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.â
âGod, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like itâs hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?â
âAs you wish, princess.â
âYou gonna cum?âÂ
âGo on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddyâs cock.â
âFucking take it... take every drop...âÂ
âNice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...â
âI said spread those fuckinâ folds.â
âSo wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. Itâs like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.â
âArenât you a sight. All blissed out when we arenât even done.â
âThatâs right, darlinâ. You didnât think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?â
âOh, did you think we were finished?â
âDid I stutter or somethinâ?â
âAlright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just donât come crying to me if you canât move after Iâm done with you.â
âDonât moveâJust a sec⊠F-FuckâŠâ
âNo, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.â
âShit, darling, donât-âÂ
âGod, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...â
âYou feel so wonderful, I might go crazyâ"
âMore... please, more...â
âFuck, Iâm stretching you so good.â
âGod, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I canât stand it.â
âI wonât let anyone hurt you ever again. Youâre my precious BABY, now and forever."
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SHIGARAKI
âIt isnât even a âmightâ. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.â
âKeep looking into my eyes, donât you fuckinâ look awayâŠâ
âDonât you worry your pretty little head,â He coos in a demeaning tone. âIâll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.â
âI can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.â
âI can do whatever I want to you, Iâm player one!â
âI know, Iâm keeping track of my digits, donât worry your pretty head.â
âYou are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.â
âI canât- Iâm dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Donât move, I donât want to hurt you, sweetheart.â
âMy pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabricâs straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammitâ Shigarakiâs practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. âCan we go now? Like right NOW?!â
âMYÂ girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.â
âYou want him dead. You got it.â Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. ââOf course, I will. You are my everything.â
âIt hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.â
âFuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuckâŠ!â
âPlease fuck me.â
âH-hey, I know a fun game we can play together⊠Itâs called âhow many times can I make you cum all over my cock?ââÂ
âOne point, five points, ten pointsâCumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?â
âNow... care if I use my mouth on you?â
âJust be good for me, and Iâll take very, very good care of you.â
"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?"Â
âJust looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.â
"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cockângh!â
"S-Shit,"
"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful."Â
"What? Fainting on me already?"
"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."
âJust fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!â
âHave it your way then.â
"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! Iâm gonna dieâ"
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"
âYou look so pretty choking on my cock.â
âWhere do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy⊠take your pick-â
"Are you close, sweetie?"Â
âMy feisty little girl. Arenât you just adorable?â
"Good girl. Give me a minute and Iâll clean up that mess you made."Â
âCum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that youâre mine.â
âI just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didnât want to... you know, waste the moment.â
âDonât you worry, my love. Iâll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.âÂ
âYou donât have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.â
âGo on, get on your knees.â
âNgh, thatâs it, keep going...â
âYou look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.âÂ
âI want you all to myself.â
âH-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKINâ MINE!!â
I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)
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Awww, c'mon, man, you can tell me how big it is. Cmonnnnn, I'm curious! You're a good lookin guy, I'm sure you're packin some heat down there, right?
What's that? You don't... huh? What do you mean? Here, just let me...
Don't moan, man, don't gotta make this weird... Well damn. No, no, I'm not disappointed at all, it's just... Here. Feel this.
No, shh, just feel. When you reach between a man's legs, you should feel something like this. Yeah, there's a lot there haha, maybe not something quite like this... What's that? Can you see it? That's a little gay, dude... Naw, I'm joking. Here.
Ahaha, you should see your face, man. What, you thought just because it was that big it had to be hard already? Naww, look, you're cute and all but it takes a little more than - ohhh, shit. No, you're right, your hands probably won't fit. Yeah. Why don't you...
Ahhh, fuck. Quick to get on your knees, and christ, that feels good... Yeah, fuck, use your... Ugh, christ, I know you're choking, I'm just gonna use your throat for a minute. You look so fucking hot down there... C'mon, c'mon... Aha. A little too big for your throat, huh? That's alright. Lick your spit up off my cock, I've got something else for you to try.
Jesus, I can see how soaked you are through your clothes. Take those off, lemme get a look at you. God, you've got a great ass, you know that? Spread that shit for me, let me look... God, dude, you look tight. Let me just feel around here... Yeah, shit, can you spread a little more? I wanna really get a good look. Yeahhh, that's good, right there. Yeah, I'm gonna - aha, that was a cute sound. What happens if I - ahaaaa. That wasn't very manly of you. Okay, okay... On the bed.
Spread your fuckin legs, what do you think I'm about to do? No use in being shy now, I JUST felt how fuckin wet you are. If you're not gonna do it, I'm gonna have to make you... Yeah, alright, I've waited long enough. Oh don't gimme that, I know you want it. Look, when I lay it on your tummy... Almost to your belly button. Beg me to put it in. Yeah, man, seriously. Beg me for it. Like a slut. Use your big boy words and fucking beg me to take this fat fucking cock of mine and pound your cunt.
See, was that so hard? Good boy. Now, grab onto something, cuz this is gonna hurt.
#size k!nk#size difference#mine#cnc k!nk#size matters#rough cnc#detrans#detrans kink#ftm nsft#ftm puppy#ftm sub#dubc0n
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader
Fandom: Call of Duty
Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader
Summary: A fight about a rumor, a confrontation, an admission, and suddenly your in the back of your car with no pants on.
Word Count: 4.7 k
Warnings:
âGet back âere,â Lt. Simon Rileyâs deep voice bellows angrily at the back of your quickly fleeing head as you storm clench fisted out of his private quarters before it disappears from his sight for a moment as you slam his door behind you so hard that it bounces off the frame and swings back open. He has no clue where youâre off to, but by the direction youâre headed, it looks like youâre going straight towards the parking lot.Â
God dammit, this isnât how this is supposed to go. He curses himself for the way his emotions get the best of him sometimes and especially right now.
A mess of heavy breaths and barred teeth, you try to ignore the boot steps barreling towards you from behind. Nothing and no one is going to stop you from getting out of here and away from him, so you keep your face down, eyes staring at the long shadow of your body splaying out in front of you as the sun slips down further to the horizon. When you do finally look up your car is close and getting closer; good. You need to get off this fucking base to calm down before you explode in rage and do something stupidâŠlike put your fist through a wall.
Again the lieutenant calls out your name to your fading figure with no luck and watches as you reach your vehicle without even acknowledging him anymore. Itâs no use, youâre gonna take off no matter what he does, so finally he gives up with a loudly growled âfuckinâ hellâ in agitation just as you reach out for the handle, storming back into the room with another loud bang as the door shuts and stays closed this time.Â
The noise makes the tension in your chest ease as you get in the driverâs seat and buckle up; at least heâs decided to actually leave you alone for now. Risking a quick glance back at the bare front of his closed door one more time you harshly turn the key in the ignition and peel out of the parking lot, screeching wheels and a flurry of gravel the only sign of your exit.Â
âGod dammit,â you mutter to yourself under your breath, your knuckles gripping into the steering wheel until they are white as you make your way up to the security booth to get cleared to leave. âWhat the fuck was that? Christ, he was angry. Has he lost his goddamn mind? Why does he think I have to put up with his shit?â
The guards at the stand can see the fury in your eyes as you roll up to the gate and they are quick to guide you through, not wanting to be on the receiving end of whatever has got you in a mood. They share a look between them after you drive off as somehow it feels like theyâve dodged a bullet, but that relief is short lived as not even ten minutes later the next person to come up to their gate has the same sour expression, except this one is partially shielded inside a jet black motorcycle helmet and black balaclava.Â
Those eyes thoughâŠif looks could kill, the guards know they would have already dropped dead.
âLieutenant,â one of them nods briskly as the motorcycle comes to a stop and the visor on the helmet is aggressively opened to reveal its occupant, ây-your good to go.â
Simon flips the visor back down with a single flick from his hand and revs the engine on his bike to peel away from the booth like a rocket towards the setting sun, headed in the same direction you had just gone minutes before. Faster and faster he pushes the engine; thank fuck thereâs only one way you can go and if he makes sure to speed, heâs confident that heâll catch up to you quick enough.
And then what? Simonâs anger is still blinding and he hasnât thought that far ahead. All he knows is that he canât just leave it like this and until you listen, he isnât going to give up.
Your eyes are locked on the road, but it feels like youâre driving more by instinct rather than by sight as the only thing you can see right now is red. Simonâs harsh accusations swirl about in your head on repeat; not a good soundtrack to quiet your anger. This is not how you thought this day was going to end.
He had caught you headed back to your barracks and asked to speak. If you knew it was going to be an ambush for him to unload on you about something that was none of his business, you would have done everything to get out of letting him lead you inside his room. He didnât even give you the chance to get a word in, to defend yourself, just kept spewing his heated thoughts about what he believed you were doing until finally you were able to get out.
If only he knew the truth⊠whatever, it didnât matter now. You wouldnât be kept on a short leash by someone who didnât care.
You arenât sure how many miles youâve gone before you notice a motorcycle driving right behind you. They seem to be glued onto your bumper, keeping pace with you as you switch lanes, and when you make a sudden right and another directly after, they are still behind you and now youâre sure; you know that bike and its rider.Â
How the fuck did he get behind you so fast?Â
Simon flashes his lights at you before throwing on his blinker to indicate that he wants you to pull over, but you arenât on base and donât feel like following his orders right now. Let him chase after you for a little while more, thatâs what he deserves. Who knows, maybe heâll realize that this is a fucking stupid idea and he should really head back. Wishful thinking; you know him too well to even pretend that heâll give up when he has his mind set on something.Â
A few more miles and again he hits his lights; heâs not going to stop following you until you give him what he wants. He knows he came at you too strong before, but he isnât done with the conversation. He is compelled to put a stop to this before it gets any more out of hand, he has to. One more time, he flashes his lights.
âReally, Simon? I donât want to fucking do this,â you curse him in a mumble with a scoff. Looking into your rearview mirror, you throw up your hands in defeat to silently indicate youâre ready to get this over with, wherever he decides to take this. Itâs almost dark now anyway; you can get this done and then immediately head down to the bar to grab a much needed drink.
Up ahead is the abandoned parking lot of an old grocery store that looks like it has been closed for some time. Simon speeds up to get ahead of you to act as a guide and you throw your blinker on and turn in. He leads you towards the back of the store and away from the street and the traffic; more privacy for you to âtalkâ.Â
Great, more yelling, you think as you put the car in park before coming to a full stop. You scramble out in a huff and slam the door shut so hard that the windows vibrate.
âWhat?â you say between gritted teeth, leaning up against your car as you wait for him to get off his bike; youâre gonna make him come to you.Â
He removes his helmet, setting it carefully on the handlebars before stalking over to where you stand. âI said I wasnât going to talk about this anymore,â you continue on in the same heated tone, âso why are you following me? What the fuck do you want now?â
âThatâs really how youâre gonna talk ta me?â he questions, matching your energy. âIâm still your fuckinâ lieutenant.âÂ
âThatâs how I talk to assholes so stick their fucking noses where they donât belong and then get mad when they donât like what they find,â you return, crossing your arms across your chest to hide how labored your breathing is from your anger. You donât want him to know just how much heâs gotten under your skin, even though you know your face is probably giving it all away anyway.Â
He told himself to stay calm, but there is no helping the emotional reaction he has that causes him to immediately match your energy and the fight picks right back up as if it never stopped. âOh, is that right?â he growls. âIâm tha asshole? And what the fuck does that make ya, princess?â
âDonât turn this back on me,â you press the matter. âI didnât do anything; youâre the one that has the problem. I just donât understand why you canât let it go. Do you not have anything better to do than get in my personal life?âÂ
Simon licks his lips behind his mask to keep him from losing the shred of composure he has left. âBetter watch it, luv.â
Youâre done with him, his attitude, and this conversation. âI will say it again, so maybe youâll finally get it through your thick skull. What I do in my free time is my business. You have no right to confront me about anything.â
âI think I do,â he returns.
âWhy? Because we hooked up a couple of times? That doesnât give you the right to act like weâre a couple,â you say heatedly. âWe agreed that it was we needed at the time to let off some steam, that the couple times it happened meant nothing. Now youâre acting like a fucking child just because I enjoy having company?â
Your blood is boiling now because heâs doing all this without having the facts. This supposed company you are entertaining isnât even real, it is all a rumor started by a rejected private with nothing better to do, but you arenât about to tell him that. He doesnât need to know because it shouldnât matter; youâre not together, never were, and he has no right to any knowledge about what you do behind closed doors.Â
This is the type of arrangement he wanted after all, no strings attached. His idea, not yours, so why the possessiveness all of a sudden? After all you had done to make sure your feelings on the matter never got out it only makes you more irate to feel like a caged animal; damned if you do, damned if you donât.Â
Because what you really want is standing right in front of you and you canât have it.
âYa couldnât even tell me ya were screwinâ around?â he says, stepping up in intimidation. âYa donât think that makes it sound like ya knew it was a problem?â
His entitlement feels like an attack and you wonât stand for it. âYou canât keep me on a leash like this when you donât even have a claim,â you bark, getting in his face. âYou might be my lieutenant, but what Iâm doing or not doing outside of military business isnât for you to worry about. And once again, we arenât together. Stop acting jealous.â
He stares you down, menacing glare locked to your eyes as his chest heaves up and down exasperatedly. âNeva said I was fuckinâ jealous,â he starts, but you promptly cut him off.
âYeah, right,â the accusation spills out like acid, finger poking into the middle of his chest. âAnd the fact you canât fucking drop it is because youâre concerned, right? Bullshit. But you know what? I donât care. I promise you, this is the last we will ever speak about it. You hear me? Just leave me the fuck alone.â
You shove past Simon as he stands there silently fuming to walk off somewhere along the building, clearly hoping that he will turn back for the base. His heart is beating out of his chest as he stares daggers into the back of your headâŠbecause you actually guessed right. He is jealous and it is eating away at him.Â
Blinded by his overwhelming emotions, he moves without thinking about the repercussions of his actions. Taking fast steps, he catches up to you as you walk along by the brick wall of the store and takes you by surprise. He reaches out with his large, strong hand and wraps tightly around the back of your neck to pull you backward to him, turn you around, and pin you against the brick by your throat.
Simon blocks your body with the bulk of his, trapping you so you canât get away again. His grip is firm, but not painful and you look up into his masked face as if trying to read his eyes.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, the residual anger pumping through your veins so itâs still in your voice.
There is a pause, more silence, before he speaks. âHandlinâ something,â he says with a growl.
âYou clearly canât handle anything, Simon,â you comment with an agitated chuckle.Â
âShut it,â he demands in a harsh bark. âYa think ya know every fuckinâ thing, donât ya?â He shakes his head, jaw visibly clenching even behind the mask. âYa canât even see whatâs right in front âa your face.â
Your brow furrows; what the hell is he talking about? His remark catches you off-guard and you stand silently in confusion as you contemplate what the hell heâs trying to say, but heâs gone completely silent, just breathing heavy breaths into your face. Enough, he needs to just spit out so this can end.Â
âSince Iâm so fucking stupid, why donât you spell it out for me. Stop playing these fucking games with me, Simon.â
Fine, no more games. His skin tingles with the heat from the adrenaline flooding his limbs and all at once everything happens in a flash. Only inches remain between you and in that moment they suddenly feel as wide as the ocean; it makes him ache and the urge to close the distance overwhelms every sense. Reaching towards his face with his free hand his mask is wrenched above his lips before he pulls your head forward by your throat and leans in to catch your mouth with his. The kiss is so full of aggression that it knocks the air out of your lungs.Â
There is nowhere for you to go, nothing you can do, but hold on as he takes what he wants from your mouth. He steals kiss after frantic kiss as if he has been starved for them, not evening pausing to give you a second to come up for breath. Â
All that anger that had just been bubbling inside you is redirected and suddenly instead of wanting to push him away you want him as close as possible. Your fingers claw into his shoulders through his leather riding jacket as you try to pull him into you, but they are immediately ripped off as he grabs them and pins the wrists to the wall above your head. Between the breaks in your mouthâs connection, he gasps out the words he should have said back in his room.Â
âYa need ta understand. Canât just have ya a few fuckinâ times and thaâs it. Canât get enough a ya. Was a goddamn fool not ta speak up sooner. Want ya for myself anâ I donât share whatâs mine. Anâ youâre mine, luv,â he gasps into your parted lips, giving your neck a squeeze for emphasis. âYa hear that? Mine.â
He nips at your bottom lip, sharp teeth cutting into the plump flesh to make you moan at the delicious harshness. God, your desperate sounds are like a drug; he canât get enough and the more needy you become, the better they get. Pulling back just as you try to go in for more, he stares into your eyes, his gaze darkening within the confines of his mask still clinging to the top half of his face. âCanât âave anyone else tryinâ to get at whatâs mine. Any prick that tries ta take ya away from me, Iâm gonna fuckinâ kill âim.â
Admission finished Simonâs eyes flutter closed as he dives right back into your lips, this time shoving his tongue into your mouth, parting through your lips as he forces his way in until the muscle has filled you full. It plays against the roof of your mouth and over your tongue, tasting you, devouring all he can like a beast ravenous to take all that it can get.Â
All that pent up desire being released onto you.
His bulky muscles against your chest crush your body into the wall and you can barely breathe, but you would gladly suffocate if it meant your curves could stay molded into each other like this for longer. Then you feel it, that bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans, and the walls of your pussy involuntarily clench. Suddenly you need it inside you.Â
As if he has read your mind, Simon wrenches himself from your lips. âUnless ya want me ta fuck ya on the side âa this buildinâ, get to tha car,â he growls, his voice husky. âNow.â
It only takes a few seconds before youâre both jostling into the back of your car and slamming the doors shut, Simonâs jacket discarded on the ground right outside the door. His massive size takes up most of the cramped interior of the vehicle, but still he manages to maneuver onto his knees over top of you as he lays your back down against the seat. With one hand he undoes your pants, clasp first and then zipper, and pulls them down just under the curve of your ass and forcefully rips them off your legs as he rips his shirt off over his head with the other. The mask is taken with it and all the clothes get tossed somewhere into the floor of the car as he hikes one of your legs up to rest on his broad shoulder.
âNeed it,â he says, feverishly kissing down the length to your thigh. âNeed ta be inside ya right this second.â
âYes, Simon,â you whimper as he undoes his jeans and pulls out his cock. It bobs up and down with the beats of his heart and he moans at the sensitivity as he takes it into his hand.
âYa said I didnât âave a claim, well Iâm âere to claim ya now. But I need ta say it, sweetheart,â he returns as his fingertips hook into the crotch of your panties to pull them to the side before he angles himself against your pussy and starts slipping himself through your petals with agonizingly slow thrusts of his hips. âSay youâre mine.â
You swallow to coat the dryness in your throat. âIâm yours Simon,â you say, but the measured nature of his strokes donât stop.
âAgain.â
The tip of his cock prods against your clit and you whimper at how swollen it is and how much you need something to take the edge off. âIâm all yours Simon!â you whimper so pathetically as the throbbing intensifies the more he repeats the same.Â
His hand digs harder into your hip as he leans in closer to your face. âI. Said. Again.âÂ
You close your eyes tight, clenching as you pant and gather the strength to reply with everything you have. âSimon, baby, please. I fucking need you so bad. I canât fucking take it. I swear that I am only yours; there wonât ever be anyone else.â
The heat of his lips near yours makes you shiver. âLook who canât handle things now,â he says with a smugness that makes goosebumps raise over your skin. â Now, arch ya back a little more for me.â His command is direct and you follow without hesitation, presenting yourself to him like you are in heat, begging to be filled. Â
âFuck sweetheart, jusâ tha thought of ya with anyone else gets me so god damned riled up,â he says with a grunt as he positions himself at your entrance, your panties nearly ripping still laced in his fingers. âNo one can âave ya like this âcept me. Understand?â
You give him a vigorous nod, praying that soon the agony will end. âNo one.â Your repeated words are a plea.
Simonâs heart races at how you say it. âYouâre nevaâ gonna stray, are ya?â
âNo,â you whine.
âGood fuckinâ girl.âÂ
With that he shoves in just the tip through the threshold, instantly feeling the stretch of your core by the girth of it, groaning through a chuckle as you mewl taking him in. He doesnât give you time to adjust and snaps his hips to thrust all the way down to the base of his shaft. The wind gets knocked out of you, but again he doesnât pause and the axle of the car creaks as his desperate strokes overwhelm everything from you to the vehicle with the force.
âYa think anyone else can make ya feel like this?â he asks through gritted teeth as he pounds into you hard and rough over and over again in rhythm. âSome manky bastard gonna make ya moan like this?â
Thereâs no way you can answer him with how full your mouth is with moans, how numb your mind is as everything in you focuses on the sensation of his thrusts reaching deeper and deeper inside. It only gets worse when he decides that one leg on his shoulder isnât enough; it needs its twin on the opposite one. From here you swear you can feel him in your stomach with how deep he penetrates.
âYa think he would even know what ya like? How to play with your clit, how to suck on your tits till youâre vibratinâ and your toes curl?â
How the fuck did he remember all that? Youâve only been together a few times and yet itâs obvious that heâs paid so much attention to detail that heâs memorized everything of those intimate details that make you a mess. As if right on cue his hand slips down between your bodies and parts through your petals to massage the nub at the top of your pussy.
âYa think I wouldnât care ta know what ya like?â he asks, the gravel in his voice delicious and yet menacing as you throw your head back and release a loud moan. âHow else am I gonna make sure ya belong ta me? I need ta fuckinâ ruin this sweet little pussy so no one else can compare. I wanna be the only fuckinâ thing in that pretty head âa yours.â
As if youâd ever have the strength after this to even think of another man that isnât him. The fictional man that got you into this predicament didnât even exist and yet somehow you still feel guilty about him. There is only Simon, your Simon, that you canât get enough of; no one else can ever come close.Â
The lights in the parking lot kick on just as the last bit of daylight slips under the horizon and you can see now just how fogged up the windows are as Simon rips up your shirt and bra together, stuffing the clothing up around your neck and popping both breasts out of their cage before letting your legs slips from his shoulders to fall and wrap around his hips.
âCanât forget about these beauties,â he growls before diving in face first and catching one with his mouth.Â
Hot lips latch on as he braces a hand against the steam-covered window to hold himself steady so that he can continue to pump in and out of your tight hole and play with your clit as his tongue teases the nipple until itâs stiff and you can feel the pleasurable sensation down between your thighs. The moans filling the car come faster and faster as the heat gathering in the pit of your stomach grows. Simon doesnât even come up for air, just switches sides to play with the other nipple until it too is hard; he wants a matching set before you come and he is gonna get what he wants.Â
Your thighs squeeze down on his hips as that heat violently gathering in the pit of your stomach starts to come to a head and a devilish idea floods your thoughts. It wonât be long now and your orgasm will be coursing through you, but thatâs not enough. If he wants to claim you, he is going to claim all of youâŠand fill you full.Â
âDonât pull out,â you stammer out and he falters in his thrusts.Â
Simon quickly releases your breast from his mouth.âWhat did ya say?âÂ
You lock your ankles together tightly behind his back so he canât escape. âDonât you dare pull out,â you repeat and he nearly comes right then and there just from how the request makes his heartbeat pound. âGod, Iâm so close, baby. Please, I need you to come in me.â
Fuck, what a request. How the hell could he possibly refuse? He made a declaration after all and he intends to keep it; he is going to ruin you and he is more than willing to breed you to do it. His hands move to your hips and he buries his fingers in the muscles.Â
âThen youâre gonna get what ya fuckinâ want, sweetheart,â he says as he strikes up into you with a newfound vigor that makes your body bounce. âYouâre gonna take every last goddamn ounce.â
âRight there,â you moan, the pressure euphoric, âstay right there.â
He grunts. âCome for me. Come on my cock. Let me feel that fuckinâ clench.â
He struggles to repeat the same exact movements, his own release about to pop off at any second, but with a bit of effort his hard work pays off and that heat reaches its peak. The tension snaps harshly and tears through you until your body is jerking as you ride out wave after wave of ecstasy.
God, the way your walls are fluttering around him as you let go is heaven and he loses himself in the sensation. All that tight, wet, heat sends tingles through his cock and he can no longer remain sane.Â
âMy pretty girlâŠâ he murmurs, his thrusts slowly getting more sloppy⊠âmineâŠâ he repeats, nearly there, preparing to make sure you take every ounce of his cum and coat your walls⊠âall fuckinâ mine.â
Thatâs it, he canât take another thrust and with an open-mouthed moan he comes hard. Cum shoots up inside you as he milks himself with your body until he has nothing left to give and kneels there resting inside you. You watch the muscles along his abdomen contract and release as he slowly comes back down from that high.Â
Such a masterpiece of flesh.
Minutes pass until he feels like he can pull out and he spends that time peppering your lips with tender kisses. Finally he carefully removes your legs from around him and sets them down on either side of his thighs, holding them open so that he can lean back and watch his cum and your slick dribble out of your cunt onto the cushion beneath you. What a beautiful mess heâs made; he canât stop staring at it as if heâs in a trance.Â
A visual sign that his claim is finally complete.
âThaâs a sight that could do me in,â he breathes. âYa did so good for me, sweetheart.â
He releases your panties so that they fall back into place and you can feel everything starting to gather in the crotch. You sit up and he pulls your face in for one last kiss; youâve been here long enough that if you donât get out of here soon itâs gonna draw unwanted attention.Â
âNow get your ass back ta base and make it quick,â he says as he pulls slowly from your lips, âI want ya in my room, in tha shower; ya got exactly 20 minutes so ya best not stop. Iâm not done with ya just yet.â
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puppy!reader trying to break up with rafe or just distancing herself because she overheard someone saying they couldnât understand how rafe could be with a pogue and it hurts her feelings and has her overthinking :( (obviously rafe later on gets her to tell him who said that and he deals with it)
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he was used to you being all over him. if you werenât constantly yapping in his ear, you were using him like a climbing frame, subtly rubbing your needy cunt on his leg or trying to stick a body part of his in your mouth. so, the difference in your behaviour all of a sudden was palpable.
youâd been at the country club. not particularly because you liked it there, you knew despite recently joining the kook life people still saw you as less than â but you had to say, the icecream they served was top notch, and you wouldnât keep yourself away despite being told off plenty of times by rafe for overdoing it on the sugar and then getting hyperactive.
you step away from the counter with your cone, smiling to yourself at the small victory when your ears picks up on a conversation round the corner. you stop in your tracks, realising itâs about you.
âi mean sheâs definitely hot, iâll give him that. in like, a weird way. sheâs got the whole âfuck me daddyâ thing going on, you know. sheâs helpless. rafes gotta be fuckinâ her.â a kook you didnât even recognise comments, sipping at his beer.
âdont be weird, bro.â another turns his nose up.
âits true! i dont care man, i know rafe â he fuckinâ hates pogues, he wouldnât be caught dead with one, âspecially not one as obvious as her. the girls a mess, and mommy and daddy suddenly coming into money ainât gonna change that about her.â
your heart sinks as you continue to listen to the berating. in the north carolina heat, icecream didnât stay structurally sound for long â and youâre only dragged out of your eavesdropping session when the dome of strawberry icecream slides straight off its podium, splatting on the floor besides your sandals, leaving you with just the cone in your hand. you stare down at it, barely registering the loss.
youâd overthought itâ something rather uncommon of you. when a few hours had passed, and rafe hadnât had you hurtling through his front door with a ladybug on your finger or something of the sorts, he actually wondered where you might beâ so he showed up at your door.
you wasnât expecting him. he never chased you, always letting you come to him first â but something felt off, and his curiosity got the better of him.
âwâwhat is this, you not cominâ over to bother me today?â he shakes his head and your brows crease, staring at the eldest cameron in your doorway.
ânoâŠâ you reply quietly, even going the extra length to avoid his eyes. you werenât trying to be obvious about it, but you couldnât help that you were upset. he stares at you for a moment, unnerved by your unusual mood.
ââŠwell can i come in or what?â
you allow him, purely because despite your mood you didnât like to be impolite.
âwhats up with you? i already told you to stop watchinâ those animal planet documentaries, kid. they upset you, alright iââ
âi wasnât.â you snap, and he looks over â your tone grabbing his attention from wandering around your living room, seeing you standing in the corner clutching yourself like you didnât know what to do. you were so used to being all over him that standing by yourself felt odd.
he scratches his cheek awkwardly, eyes flickering over you. âshit, you mad at me or somethinâ?â
slowly, you sit down on the couch, tucking your feet beneath you.
âiâm just trying to give you space.â
he huffs a laugh out from his chest, thinking youâre joking â but his smile fades a little when he sees that youâre not. âyeah? you were all over me yesterday, now what â you shy?â
âiâm a pogue.â you raise your voice over his just a tad, bringing your knees to your chest. the statement catches him off guard, and he sways awkwardly on the spot, watching you.
âyeah no shit. so what.â he drawls, and his agreement stings.
âyou hate pogues. so⊠you hate me.â you draw the conclusion and he fights an eyeroll, walking over to where youâre sat briskly.
âlisten if i hated you youâd fuckinâ know about it, alright? i donât hate you. youâre a pain in my ass, but⊠but nah.â he shakes his head, settling down on the seat next to you and pushing his hair back, not enjoying the idea of being vulnerable. it made him a little uncomfortable. âwhere⊠where is this coming from anyways? since when did you give a shit âbout all that?â
âsince the people at the club were saying stuff.â you mutter, and now heâs really invested. his head snaps towards you, arm freezing in the air from pushing his hair out of his face. he could tolerate the weird moods, but he wouldnât tolerate people disrespecting you or him.
âhuh?â
your lip starts to tremble at the memory, voice growing higher as you speak. âthere was a group of boys, and they were saying i was a mess and that im nothing and that you had to be fucking me because thatâs the only thing i could offer you and i dropped my icecream andââ
âwhat?â he turns his whole body towards you as you let out a quiet sob, wide eyes darting between your wet one.
âi dropped my icecream!â
ânoâ kid, who was saying this shit?â his outrage is somewhat comforting and you sniffle, wiping your snotty nose on the back of your hand.
âi donât know his name. he had a green shirt on.â
he leans back in his seat for a moment, wiping hands down his face â a little frustrated with your inability to identify the culprits. he pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, realising itâs not your fault â and you were already upset. sighing out his nose, he looks at you once more, shuffling as close to you as he can.
âquit listeninâ to nobodies at the club, aâight? you⊠you think people donât say shit about me? running their mouth about my private business? they â they do, alrightâ but what i donât do is cry about it nâlet them think they won. i handle that shit, like iâm gonna handle this.â
you blink at him, hanging onto his every word. you really were adorable, and as much as heâll never admit it, his heart softens at how sweet you were by nature. you didnât deserve to be picked on by people that werenât him.
âhow do you know who they are?â you tilt your head, really emulating a puppy and he presses his lips together, shrugging a shoulder and shaking his head.
âuh, youâre gonna point âem out next time we go to the club. iâll⊠iâll handle it from there.â
you nod, hating that youâve caused any kind of conflict at all, eyes drifting towards as you burrow yourself into thoughts of guilt. before you can think too much, rafe grips your jaw â meaning well, but still carrying that boyish roughness. âhey. youâre my girl, alright? i donât let shit slide.â
heâd never called you his girl before, so instantly â youâre all sniffly smiles, launching at him to clamber onto his lap once more.
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Can you do reader masturbating while moaning Kinichâs name and he accidentally hears, then they bang?
you didn't get it. why was he so fuckin' attractive!?
you've always been close with him, ever since you both were kids and busy running around, playing house like every other kids do. but he has never looked better now.
he was just talking about his day, but he didn't have to play with the keys to your shared home with his fingers.
or how he just had to bite his glove off to use his bare hands to hold your waist back?
you always wished his fingers dug deeper in a different area on your body. Or maybe his cold lips, which spoke a word or two to others but are willing to speak all day with you, could go elsewhere, either.
"ahhn- kinich..." you catch yourself moaning, quickly covering your mouth to hide the lewd mewls coming from your throat.
he was in the room riiiight next to yours. shit.
it wasn't even on purposeâsaying his name? while touching yourself? it came as an instinct.
fuck... you kind of do wish it was his fingers instead of yours. getting tired as is, but every time a picture of him flashed in your mindâyou get hornier by the second!
yeah but, no way he'd be awake at this time of night. right?
with that realization, you decide no way he'd catch you. but little did you know...
as your digit creeps near your entrance, you let out a puffy, breathy moan. you were no longer hiding under any fabric, it was three am for crying out loud.
the hole grew tired, reddish-pink and ripe. it drooled from your essence, or it could've been the secret lube you hid in the nightstand.
you cried, and mewled quietly, lewd sounds from your tired entrance only getting louder.
"ffffuck! mmmâkin'.." you continued. "need you... s'bad.."
and through the slit of the door being slightly opened- there he was, his eye widening, watching how your naked body reacted to your touch that you imagined was his instead.
lurking by the actual entrance to your room. the vague, yet dangerous little whimpers you let outânot to mention most of it was just you pleading with his name.
shit- he felt a tent pitch in his pants, only tightening the more he watched. he felt shame for observing you, but he couldn't tear his eyes away so easily.
before you know it. your moans are prolonging, sweet, and hearty mouthfuls of cute little 'please's and 'kin's.
on instinct- he was already stepping inside, a flushed look in his eyes as he stood tall.
"ahh shit! I didn't mean for you to see me like this!" you immediately exclaim, hiding your exposed body under a pillow nearby.
"don't hide now, pretty."
well, this wasn't how you expected to lose your virginity. but you weren't gonna complain if the love of your life was already biting his glove off to finger your pretty lil' hole.
his pace was enough to bring you back to the peak you were about to reach previously.
"ahhn- kin'- hhhnngh.." you felt it knot in your stomach, the more and more his digits hit those oh-so-perfect spots, of course it was only a matter of time you'd cum and leave his fingers literally soaked in cum.
he only circled the cold-turned-warm fingertips around the rim of your soppy entrance. he admit he was biting his life to hold himself back from letting out a deep groan into your ear.
"haah.. ffuck.." left breathlessâthe sight of your hole simply squirting onto his palm. shit he could drink this for days.
by the time he wants more, his feral side takes form- he didn't even notice he already positioned himself to thrust into your slippery hole.
it felt so easy, yet so tight when his tip invaded it ever so slightly. your little sobs of pleasure didn't help his case, his lips inevitably reach yours, making out at the touch of your soft lips hitting his chapped ones.
he smirked as he left the long lasting 'peck', a string of saliva connected you, his thrusts only getting deeper. leaving your hole drooling for more- he could only stare lovingly at the simple sight of what connected you to him. at least to his tip.
a long night it truly was, hours later of what seemed to be back-to-back orgasms, it felt surreal. you could see the stars so clearly at this point, the amount of times your back arched, and ached for more a few rounds before-
or how many times you knitted your eyebrows right before releasing essence all over his shaft, he couldn't even count it on his fingers ;'(
leaving your legs shaking, he laid you down into a better position, one where it wasn't so uncomfortable. a peck is felt over your forehead, as well as a hand to accompany.
flying through the strands of your hair, he simply laid beside you.
"y'know, I would've gotten hear sooner if you moaned a little louder.." "kinich, its already morning!"
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latino!mingyu
WARNINGS: smut, latino life, im jus kidding (ou não também), mentions of alcohol, flipping the cap before kissing you, fingering, oral, dirty talk, hair pulling, public-teasing, public-make out.
if nobody said it, i will. MINGYU LATINO!!! mingyu who, no matter where he is, somehow finds a reason to grab a beer, and yeah, it's gotta be ice cold. âwanna pilsen, babe?â heâs already tossing one your way before you can answer. like, letâs be real here, this man drinks anything that remotely resembles beer. pilsen, brahma, skol, corona? heâs down. anything to cool off that tanned, toned-ass body of his after playing fĂștbol/futebol/soccer, anyways, for way too long just âcause he knows youâre watching. and when that shirt comes off? goddamn, everybody in the surroundings is drooling. mingyu knows it too, that cocky grin spreading across his face, and you're just trying to act normal. but itâs impossible when the man is literally glowing under the scorching sun.
he danced at his cousinâs quinceanera/festa de 15. of course, he did. heâs that hot cousin, the one all the aunties fawn over, talking about how heâs grown up so well, while the guys on the block are salty âcause their girls wonât stop staring when he's shirtless walking in havaianas flip-flops. heâs out there, not giving a damn, smiling, swaying his hips to reggaeton with you, and trustâheâs glued to your ass like you owe him something. or clapping his hands and asking you to dance samba with him. you roll your eyes, but youâre lowkey hyped up by his attention. that man is always hyping you up, calling you âamor/cariño/gatinha/mama/bebeâ like itâs a full-time job.
every party, every gathering, someoneâs got him dancing with their cousin, their sister, their aunt even (and heâs good at it).
mingyu who comes to your ear, whispering dirty things, just to see you getting all wet. âyou look so fuckinâ good tonight, mama. canât wait to get you back home and ruin that dress.â
he says it like itâs a casual thing, with that smirk of his. the kinda smirk that says he knows youâre weak for him, the way you flush when he so much as drags his fingers up your arm. and heâs not wrong. you could play it off cool, but heâs already in your head, already got you thinking about whatâs gonna happen later.
mingyu who's skin is so damn hot, like heâs a human furnace, and you swear itâs impossible to cuddle with him for too long without needing a breather. the dude radiates heat like no one else, and even though you love the way he wraps around youâthose big arms pulling you tight, holding you like heâs never gonna let goâthereâs always that moment where youâre like, âokay, I need to cool the fuck down before I melt into a puddle.â and he always laughs about it, gives you that lazy smile while youâre fanning yourself, like, âwhat? too hot to handle?â
but the thing is, itâs not just about the heat. thereâs something else in the way mingyu touches u, like heâs always trying to get as close as possible. sometimes, he has no shame in itâlike when he gets that look in his eyes, and next thing you know, heâs got you pinned against a random house on the street, his mouth crashing into yours. tongue and tongue and tongue, his lips moving against yours like heâs starving for you. his hands? theyâre everywhereâflying down to grab your ass, squeezing like he owns it, pulling you closer, so you can feel just how bad he wants you.
and oh my god, when he turns his cap backward before kissing you? dead. you know it's comingâthe way he runs a hand through his hair, then flips that hat around. itâs such a small move, but fuck, it drives you insane every time. like heâs gearing up for something more, and you know that look means heâs about to ruin you in the best way possible. no warning, he just dives in, lips pressing hard, tongue slipping inside your mouth, claiming you. he kisses like itâs his jobâwet, messy, and so fucking good you lose yourself in it every time.
then thereâs mingyu in bed. and the manâs got skills đ, and he knows it. when heâs behind you, hands in your hair, pulling just enough to make your back arch, itâs game over. youâre a mess, and heâs thriving off it, low growls escaping him as he fucks you from behind, his hips slamming into yours with that steady, unforgiving rhythm. heâs so into itâone hand gripping your hair, the other on your waist, guiding you, pulling you back onto him. and he doesnât just pull your hair like itâs a casual thingâoh no. he pulls it slow, but then suddenly he yanks harder as if he's silently telling you âthis is mine. youâre mine.â
and donât even get started on his fingers. mingyuâs got the best fingers, and he knows exactly how to use them. whether itâs slow and teasing, dragging it out until uâre practically begging, or fast and rough, working you up until you can barely think straightâheâs a pro at this shit. sometimes, heâll have u spread out, fingers deep inside you, curling them, head bobbing as he sucks your clit. and he watches you fall apart under his touch? itâs like heâs studying every reaction, committing it to memory so he can wreck you even harder next time.
but the dirtiest thing about mingyu? itâs the way he talks when youâre in public and trying to keep it together. you know the typeâwhen youâre at dinner or out with friends, and youâre trying to be normal, trying to focus on the conversation, but mingyuâs sitting next to u, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear. his voice is low, just for you, and no one else at the table has a clue whatâs going on.
âbet youâre so fuckinâ wet for me right now, arenât you, baby? can feel how bad you want it.â
and he says it all casual, like heâs not making you clench your thighs together under the table, trying to keep from giving yourself away. but he knows, and heâs not letting up. his hand brushes your leg under the table, fingertips barely grazing your thigh, and your heartâs pounding because you know what heâs doing.
âif i slid my hand up your skirt right now, youâd be soaked. donât lie, mama. i can see it in your eyes.â
and itâs so fucking hard not to react, not to moan right then and there. but you canât. you wonât. because you're in public, surrounded by people, and the last thing you need is to let everyone in on the fact that mingyuâs got you trembling in your seat. but he loves it, loves seeing you try to hold it together, that smug grin playing on his lips as he watches you squirm. âgonna take you home later,â he whispers, breath hot against your ear, âwill make you cream on my cock, make you scream my name. donât think youâll be so quiet then.â
itâs all you can do to keep breathing, to keep pretending like youâre fine when, really, all you want is for mingyu to make good on every dirty promise heâs whispered in your ear. and you know he will.
#this one is for yall lindas#seventeen imagines#seventeen reactions#seventeen headcanons#seventeen scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen#svt imagines#seventeen smut#svt smut#mingyu smut#kim mingyu smut#mingyu imagines#kim mingyu#mingyu x reader#mingyu x you#mingyu x y/n#mingyu x oc#kim mingyu x reader#seventeen mingyu#mingyu
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Pairing: frat!rafe x sorority!reader
Warnings: language and nudity (no deep description, just showering together, nothing more)
Summary: after a long day at college, all you wanna do is sleep.
(Rafe is so sweet in this đ€)
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Your bedside alarm clock beamed 3:26pm, with its bright white light. You currently lay on your bed, stomach to the mattress. Your AirPod maxs played music as you slept. Wearing your comfy baggy football jersey and sweatpants.
You had been asleep for almost two hours.
Meanwhile Rafe had just finished his football practice. He and his team had worked on game plays and drill for almost four hours. They were versing their rival team in a few days; so their coach wanted them focused and ready.
Rafe was sweaty and in need of some attention from his favourite girl. So he drove over to your sorority house. Parking his black pick up truck out front. He walked over to the front door and knocked. Your friend also roommate, Harley, answered the door âoh hey Rafe, whatâs up?â He gave her a small polite smile âhey, is uh, Y/n in??â She smirked and nodded. Stepping aside to let him in, she spoke âsheâs up in her room, go ahead.â
Rafe jogged up the stairs and walked down the hall. He was used to them both coming to each others rooms unannounced and never knocking. So he just let himself in, putting his gym bag next to the door. He kicked off his air forces, looking over to you.
Your arms tucked under your pillow, fast asleep. Not a care in the world. He smiled softly at the sight. He walked over and leaned down slightly. He placed a hand on your shoulder and softly shook you a little. You stir awake. Your eyes still shut and youâre still half asleep as you mumble âBrookeâŠI hmmfucking told you⊠my notes are on the desk⊠take âemâ Rafe chuckled softly. âIâm not Brooke⊠but I may take those notes, when I need them..â
You turn your head, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light âRafey??â He nodded âthatâs me, princess.â You see heâs in his gym clothes âyou done with practice??â He nodded and answered âyeah, gonna use your showerâŠâ you nodded.
He pulled the grey nike gym shirt over his head. Tossing it into your laundry basket. Revealing his tan and toned chest and back. He soon discarded his shorts, leaving him in his black Calvin Kline boxers.
He walked over to the en-suite door, looking over his shoulder, at you. He spoke âyou gonna join me, princess??â
You shook your head âhmm donât wanna get upâŠâ he smirked âoh come on, doll, donât you wanna spent some time with Rafey?â He knew heâd get you to, especially by the way he phrased it.
You sluggishly get out of your comfy bed. Walking into the en-suite. Taking your clothes off and putting them in the counter for later. You open the glass door, turning on the shower. You step inside after you get Rafe in first, so he can test the water.
As Rafe washes his body, you just stood there. You already had a shower when you got in after your classes; so you didnât really bother washing all over again. You were there mainly for his company. You gently press your hands on your face, sighing to yourself.
Rafe looked down at you, âwhatâs wrong, princess?â ââm so fuckinâ tired.â He opened his arms, bringing you into a hug. He softly rubbed up and down your bare spine. âAww is my baby tried? Had a long day, baby?â You nodded against his chest. He smiled softly, resting his chin on your head. He noticed your tired and almost exhausted appearance. He knew you had a long day. He kisses your forehead a few times, every so often. âMâsorry, sweet girl, you must be exhausted huh??â
He spoke âaw, baby⊠once weâre out, how about we have a nap? That sound good??â You nodded and mumbled âthank you, Rafey..â he smiled and kisses the top of your head. He mumbled against your hair âanythinâ for you, my girl..â
Soon after your shower, you were in your clothes from earlier. As Rafe changed into clean boxers that he would keep over at the sorority house. For back up and also a subtly warning for any guy. You didnât brother asking him way that was a reason. He just did it.
Rafe flopped onto your bed, lying on his stomach. He tucks his arms on top of the pillow. He turned his head and watched you move around your bedroom for a moment. âWhatâre you looking for, princess?â âMy blanketâŠâ
He smiled to himself, one thing he always always found cute about you. Was your blanket. It was a comfort blanket. Red, blue and white checkered blanket. Youâve had it since a child. And although you were a popular, mature and responsible nineteen year old. All of that goes out the window when it comes to that blanket.
You wrapped it around your back. Climbing onto the bed. You lay on Rafeâs back. Your head between his shoulder blades, your legs either side of him.
You feel him turn you both over after some time. You laid on his chest. His arms wrap around you, knowing that comforted you.
He gently rubs your back with one hand as the other rubs circles into your hip. He kissed the top of your head, whispering in your hair âgo to sleep, baby⊠Iâve got you⊠Iâll be here when you wakeâŠâ
You close your eyes, in minutes you were out like a light. He smiled, feeling himself get sleepy, just watching you. He too fell asleep.
Some time laterâŠ
Rafe stirred awake. Opening his eyes, he looked down at your nightstand. Seeing your alarm clock read â6:37pmâ. He looked down at you. Rubbing you back again, just a little firmer, to gently wake you.
You lift your head up a little, rubbing your one eye. He smiles, running his fingers through your hair. âHow you feeling, baby? You look better.â You give a tired smile and nod.
ââm so much betterâŠâ he smiled âgood to hearâŠâ
âHey Rafey?â
âYes, sweetheart?â
âCan we get chick-fil-a?â
He chuckled softly, still playing with your hair âof course, sweet girl, Iâll order you some food. We can eat it while you watch Chicago fire? How does that sound?â
âSounds like Iâm in loveâŠâ
He grinned, god⊠the softie you made him⊠he honestly loves it⊠only for you though⊠his favourite girl.
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I REALLY wanna see Johnny get mad! Like white hot angry at reader. Donât know what/how it happened but Johnnyâs gonna make all of readerâs poor holes sufferđ„ș
Maybe Simon gets surprised and turned on by his pupâs newfound aggressiveness
3.6k pwp soap drabble 4 u (cw for referenced burning building, angry sex, some light mutual degradation/objectification, and voyeurism since ghost watches)
You fume silently, face hot with rage while you and Soap walk side by side behind Ghost down the base hallways. There's a tension at the base of your neck that you just know is going to become a migraine if you don't get some medicine soon, and your bones ache from going too long without sleep.
Soap's somehow even stiffer beside you, the distance between you two small but intentional. Usually he's impossible to pry off of you, always brushing against you and looking for more physical contact, but since you landed he's kept at least half a foot between you two at all times.
Fine by you. You don't want him touching you right now anyway.
The silence is thick as Ghost leads you two to his room, his shoulders loose and relaxed.
He's got no reason to be tense, you suppose. He's not the one who had a massive disagreement on the field, who had to drag his squadmate back from a blazing fire and deal with his bitching instead of his thanks.
Just the memory of it makes you scowl.
Ghost leads the two of you into his room in rare silence, though it's only rare because usually you and Johnny would already be teasing or flirting at this point. But you don't bother now, not with your anger so fresh in your mind.
Ghost is the only one to get settled once Johnny closes the door behind you. You two stand on opposite sides of the doorframe, both too tense to do much but stew in your own righteous anger, and Ghost starts to get dressed down into something more comfortable.
He lets the two of you stay quiet until he's fully changed into a tank top and sweats, no boxers then sits on the bed with an overly loud sigh.
"You two even gonna look at each other?"
Your lip curls as you glance at Johnny from the corner of your eyes. "I have nothing to say to him."
"'S not what I asked."
Your cheek twitches and you bite your tongue, rolling a sharp canine over it. "Honestly, Simon, I don't even want to see him right now."
Johnny scoffs, loud in the otherwise quiet room, and nearly stomps to your side, leaning in front of you to try and force eye contact. "Oh, really? Ye can't even look at me, huh? Had no problem lookin' earlier, when you were draggin' me away from my goddamn mission."
You want to growl, you want to rake your nails down his face and scream about what a fool he is, what a jackass, and you want to make him remember.
Some of your ire must shine through in your expression, and Johnny mirrors it, eyes sparking as he straightens and stands diagonally from you, chest nearly brushing your shoulder.
"Dragging you away from your death, more like," you sneer.
"Wasn't your place," he bites back, moving forward enough that you can feel the heat of him even through all your layers. "You aren't my fuckin' CO and I'm not yours - wasn't any of your business how I chose to execute my orders."
"It is when you chose to do it in the most lethal way possible! Fuck, MacTavish, had you taken half a second and listened to me-"
"Oh, that's all it woulda taken? Just had to shut my pretty lips and listen to you, jump before you even say how high? Newsflash, lass, you don't get to make those decisions."
"And you do?"
"In this case? Yeah, you're fuckin' right I do. Price said drag the man out, alive, and that's what I was doing."
"You ran into a burning building!"
"Under orders from our CO!"
"You know damn well that's not what he meant, Sergeant, cut the shit. The orders were to bring him back alive, not kill yourself in the process!"
"That's the job, Sergeant. You do whatever it takes to fulfill your orders."
You're both panting as he snarls the words, nose to nose and eye to eye, teeth bared in rage that feels almost primal. His close brush with death, the way you'd had to tackle him to keep him from running after the damn target, leaves you raw and unsteady. Had you been any weaker, any less filled by adrenaline and panic and something deeply possessive, you know Soap would've thrown you off and gotten himself killed. You were hardly able to hold him down until the screaming stopped as it was.
You take as deep a breath as you can with your heart racing, and reach up to wrap the collar of Johnny's shirt tight in your fist, dragging him so close that your noses brush, hot breaths shared.
"You don't get to fucking leave me." You shoot a glance over Johnny's shoulder, to where Ghost sits comfortably against the headboard of your shared bed. "Leave us. I won't let you."
It's the last sentence that has him bristling, that ruins your chance of a settled argument.
The only person who lets Soap do anything is Ghost. The two of you listen to your Lieutenant with no questions, no doubt, no hesitations, but the same doesn't go for your fellow Sergeant. Since the 141 had formed, you and Soap have been fighting for dominance over one another, both of you determined to establish your control of the other like Ghost has for both of you.
The insinuation that you would let Soap do anything isn't something he'll let slide.
Hours later, fucked raw and sated, you can admit to yourself that the wording was slightly intentional. But now, with the fresh wound of Soap's close call with death still stinging in your subconscious, you only mean it as a way to push his anger to the level yours has been at for hours now.
"Let me?" He rumbles, muscles relaxing as he steps forward enough to press his chest to yours, head ducked low so all you can see is Johnny. "You don't let me do shit, lass. Couldn't stop me if you tried."
You can't help the way your lips quirk up into a humorless smile, your fist tightening in the fabric of his shirt. "Had a pretty easy time of it earlier, MacTavish. Had you pinned and writhing under me, like a bitch-"
Before you can finish your taunt, you find yourself pinned to the door, a mouth covering yours.
Johnny's teeth are sharp against your lips as he nips at you, leaving behind a sting and a throb. You dig your nails into his shoulders, raking them down his arms and rumbling in dissatisfaction when his clothes keep him from feeling anything.
You bite back as you push at the hem of his shirt, desperate to get your hands on him and make him hurt. You trace your fingers over his abs as you get his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling him down to your height and smirking at his glare.
You don't kiss so much as fight with lips instead of fists, there's no affection or softness between the two of you right now. You're nothing but your anger, but your desperation, and deep down your fear. You cling to Johnny with something verging on desperation, bite and scratch to make him feel even a bit of the pain you had at such a close call with death.
He leans almost his entire weight into yours to keep you pinned against the door, but you only have to shove at his shoulders a few times for him to get the hint and move backwards.
His lips never leave yours as you walk him back to the bed, his hands coming up to grip your thighs as he falls back and keeps you on top of him. You taste the slightest tang of iron as you shift your knees up next to his hips, squeezing his sides between your thighs and his tongue between your teeth.
"You gonna ride me?" He pants when you pull away for a breath of air, your hips working over the tent in his pants. "Think you're in charge, bonnie?"
You bare your teeth at him, grinding your core against the tent in his pants. âIâm not the one on my back, MacTavish.â
His smile is all teeth as he bucks his hips into yours, knocking you off balance so youâre forced to brace your hands on either side of his head. âI donât need to be on top to keep you on a leash.â
Itâs all too easy to hook your fingers in his throat mic - his collar. His pupils blow wide when you tug harshly enough to pull his head off the mattress, his hips following as he moans and grinds you down onto him with a bruising grip on your thighs.
âDown,â you smirk, leaning your weight back and forcing his hips to the bed, grinding your hips. ââS my turn, Johnny. Gonna use you âtil youâre wrung dry.â
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, then rests on his bottom lip instead of settling behind his teeth. You canât resist the urge to lean down and lick over his lips, covering them in your own spit and groaning when he pulls you back into a proper kiss.
Despite your hand around his throat and your weight on top of his, youâre both equally in control as you strip the other. You canât be bothered to wrestle his wrists to the bed, far preferring to let him paw your shirt and pants off while you tear the seams in his indecently tight shirt.
You only have the patience to get his pants to his knees, unwilling to help him kick them off for full mobility. Instead you grind yourself against his hard length, the soaked gusset of your underwear dragging wonderfully over both his cock and your clit.
You shift your hand on his neck so your palm is resting on his Adamâs apple, giving him just enough pressure to stay flattened to the bed.
He nearly growls when you push, the head of his cock getting caught in your panties and brushing the crease of your thigh. âFuck, bonnie, get it on with.â
You blink down at him, cocking an unimpressed brow and shifting your hips so he slips between your folds, tucking your underwear to the side with your free hand. âYouâre not in charge right now, MacTavish. Iâm on top.â
âOnly cause Iâm lettinâ ya,â he pants, hips twitching as he tries to find your hole, tries to find a hole to sink into.
You lean down just far enough to bite the air in front of his nose, all feral rage and sexual frustration as you let yourself sit on his cock, holding him still beneath you. âYou donât let me do shit, I do whatever the fuck I want to. And right now, I want to ride you âtil you stop fucking talking.â
You press your lips to his before he can bite back the response you see waiting on his tongue, letting your hips move in the way that feels best for you as you lick over his teeth.
Johnnyâs always loved making out. When Ghost keeps him locked up, or heâs just not allowed to fuck you, heâll happily spend hours with your lips glued together, dry humping each other and swapping spit. You canât even count the number of times heâs come in his pants while thrusting against your hip or your side, driven over the edge by just a kiss.
You take advantage of that now, keeping one hand on his throat and the other circling the base of his throbbing cock so you can line yourself up above him. Heâs far too distracted with your lips and tongue to remember he could tug you down on him at any moment, could flip the two of you with hardly any effort at all.
Despite the complete lack of prep, your body takes Johnny easily, the familiar stretch making you moan as you sink down onto him with one smooth movement. You blink open wet eyes just in time to see Johnnyâs eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when your ass rests against him, his cock buried inside of you.
You donât let yourself rest for long, though most days you love to just feel the weight of either of your boys inside of you. But that current of anger is still pulsing beneath your skin, and all the hot, sweat slick contact between you and Johnny only makes you feel more desperate.
Your pace is merciless, for both him and yourself. Your knees and thighs scream as you slam yourself to the base of Johnnyâs cock, making sure you pull off nearly to the tip on every thrust. Without a hand around his throat, youâd have lost your balance on the first thrust.
Johnnyâs pulse thunders against your fingers, so fast and so harsh that you swear you can ever see your fingertips twitching against his throat. His breaths are quick and erratic, and you canât help but subconsciously match his breathing with your faces as close together as they are.
âSo fucking good,â you moan, rolling your hips as you lift yourself off of him, dragging the head of his cock along your walls. Your voice cracks when he bucks his hips up, and youâre relieved that heâs already too blissed out to notice, lost in the tight vice of your cunt.Â
âYeah?â Johnny pants, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth when you pull away fully. âStuff you just right, yeah, lass?â
You bite your tongue against an agreement, some deep part of you thatâs not quite drunk on pleasure yet unwilling to give Johnny that kindness. Instead you shift your weight, so that your hand is more cupping Johnnyâs jaw and putting pressure on his head instead of his neck, letting you really push him down and get the proper leverage to fuck yourself on his cock.Â
âPerfect fucking-â you shudder against the words, moan when he rubs just over your g-spot and repeating the same motion with your hips again and again. âPerfect fucking toy, so nice to ride.â
The sound Johnny makes is purely animalistic, torn between anger and desperation, something rough and low in his throat. You can feel the rumble of it through your hand and canât help but moan in return, finally nearing your peak even as your legs continue to burn.
Neither of you speaks as you ride him, your head hanging low so youâre eye-level with his nipples and focused entirely on your own pleasure. The way your muscles scream at you only fills you with more need, more desperation, and the pain pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Your clit grinds just right over the rough patch of Soapâs pubic hair, soaking it in your juices and covering him in slick.
You reach your peak with gasping breaths, nearly going cross-eyed as you use Johnny entirely for your own pleasure, using him as nothing more than something to hold yourself up on and a toy to ride. Your muscles go completely lax as your pleasure overwhelms you, leaving you slumped against his muscular chest as you ride out the orgasm with small rolls of your hips.
Johnnyâs still rock hard inside of you as you come down, his grip on your thighs tight enough to bruise. Your hand has slipped from underneath his collar to the mattress next to his face, and you donât have the energy to push yourself up and away, to deny him like youâd intended.
Your lungs feel too small as you try to take deep gasping breaths, only managing a few before your lungs start hitching. Johnnyâs chest rises and falls quickly beneath your head, his heart pounding beneath your ear.
You donât have time to brace yourself before youâre flipped onto your stomach, face down on the mattress.
One moment youâre floating in post-orgasmic bliss, letting your body clench down on Johnny and milk him, the next moment youâre on your knees with your back forced into a deep arch, that same cock pounding into you like a machine.
Your groan is bone deep when you finally lift your head enough to breathe, eyes rolled heavenward as your body tries its best to adjust to the harsh treatment.
âShow you a fucking toy,â Johnny snarls from over your shoulder, his voice sounding distant beneath the blood rushing through your ears. âThink ye can just treat me like fucking nothing, get yerself off then take a fucking nap? Nah, yer gonna take what ye fucking deserve.â
The thickening of Johnnyâs accent has you gushing around him, your sensitive channel clenching down so hard that youâre surprised he can pull out at all.Â
Johnnyâs hand wraps in your hair when you try to let your head fall forward again, yanking you back with enough strength to leave you yowling at the strain on your neck.
âDonât fucking hide,â he hisses, landing a sharp slap on the meat of your ass. âThink ye can just shove yer head in the sand? Let me fuckinâ hear you, lass, sing fâr me.â
âFu-uck you,â you manage to groan, syllables interrupted on every thrust, your voice cracking. âYouâre not- fuck, Johnny, donât have to listen to you.â
You can practically hear the way he gnashes his teeth over your shoulder, can perfectly envision the angry snarl on his face at your lack of submission.
âYe will. Gonna teach ye a fuckinâ lesson about yer place.â
You try your best to rear up, whipping your head over your shoulder to glare as best you can despite the grip on your hair. âMy place? Who the hell do you think- oh fuck, fuck, Johnny, you canât- goddamnit-â
âCanât even get a goddamn word out.â Even from your terrible angle you can see that his smile is mean. âThink ye can be in charge when ye canât even finish a sentence? Fuckinâ fool.â
You nearly shriek when he shoves your head down to the mattress, clawing fruitlessly at anything in front of you. You only freeze when you feel flesh give way underneath your nails, the hard muscles of a thick thigh under your palm.
You can just barely angle your head enough to glance up and see Simon looking down at you, but you canât manage to see anything past his general shape with the way Soap is trying to shove you inside the mattress.
Ghostâs hand comes to rest on your head, and when you lean into him he pushes Johnnyâs fingers off.
âWatch it, pup,â he rumbles, and Johnnyâs hips stutter behind you. âYouâre already in trouble. Do you really wanna make it worse?â
Your self-righteous smirk is hidden in the sheets, but you canât fully muffle your laugh when Johnnyâs whines over your shoulder. The sound quickly morphs into a snarl, and he buries his teeth into your shoulder as his hips start to work again, the sound of his balls slapping against your soaked cunt obscene.
Johnny wraps his arms beneath your torso, hooking his hands on your shoulders so he can tug you into every thrust, moving his face up to nose at your throat. You feel covered by him, consumed by him, as he chases his own pleasure.
You donât quite manage to get off before he empties himself inside you, but thereâs a deep satisfaction in your bones that still lets you melt into him.
Johnnyâs all heat and power at your back as he goes weak against you, and a small shove to his shoulder from Ghost has both of you resting on your sides, spooning with his cock still buried inside of you.
Your breaths sync with his quickly, matching the inhales and exhales you can feel against your neck and the rise and fall of his chest against your back.
Your eyes flutter shut, relaxing into the bed and Johnnyâs arms. You know that youâll have to Talk later, about what heâd done and how youâd responded. But you know itâll be an easier conversation after Ghostâs punishment, when all of your consciousness has eased a bit.
âThere ya go,â you hear Ghost say, followed by a soft stroke over your head. âExhausted yourselves, huh? Silly pups.â
You hum and Johnny rumbles behind you, burying his face more fully in your throat. You feel Ghostâs other hand pet over his mohawk, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.
âI guess you can nap.â Ghost sighs, like heâs doing you both a great favor. âYouâll both need all your energy for your punishment, anyway. Breakinâ damn near every rule in the book just cause you got a little worked up. What am I gonna do with the two of you?â
You donât have the energy to respond, and the best Johnny manages is a small and plaintive whine. Ghost chuckles from above you, and you feel him lay in front of you, his arms wrapping around Johnnyâs back and tugging you both to him.
âYeah, yeah, I know. Just relax now, youâre alright.â
Itâs easy to drift off, even if the heat is near suffocating and the stretch of Johnnyâs cock verges on the edge of too much. Youâre loose-limbed and sated, and Johnnyâs safe beside you. Thereâs little else you could ever want, ever need, and you canât be much more than grateful as you fall asleep between your men.
#ghoap x reader#nobody saw me complaining about this last night :)#bo writes#soap mactavish x reader#< since it's mostly him#btw i off and on contemplated making this reader male so if their vibes change throughout the fic thats why lmao#2 big military men fighting for dominance over one another while a Bigger & More Muscular partner watches knowing they're under his thumb..#yeah that's the stuff
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DRINK ME!
Quenching a vampire's thirst... in more ways than one!
Featuring : Sukuna, Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso + fem!reader
Warnings : đ mdni/r : suggestive/smut/18+ content, horny vampires, blood, tying up (Sukuna's), biting (thighs, wrist, neck, hip), creampie / unprotected sex, oral (giving/receiving), face-f*cking, c*m drinking, "sl*t", double d*ck!Sukuna (and double penetration), there might be errors, +++
Note : ah this is a bit silly but idc i love vampires. they can suck me if i can suck them back if u know what i mean đđ€€đ enjoy!!
Sukuna
"Comfy?" he grins devilishly at you.
He's bound you to his throne... with your legs spread wide. You can't move an inch, only struggle against the restraining rope.
You made a deal with him; he can drink from you if he fucks you good afterwards as a reward.
He's relishing in your shudders, lightly tracing his sharp nails up your thighs just to elicit a small moan out of you.
His lips come closer, intense gaze burning into yours as he does so. You yelp and squeak when he drags his fangs over your thigh, scratching, inching closer to your panties and inhaling your aroused scent.
"What a nasty slut, getting wet from this." he mutters against your skin, scolding you with his eyes.
Then he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your inner thigh. He smirks as he drinks â and he drinks a bit too much, he gets a bit blood-drunk, so when he's done and coming up to level with your face, he crashes his blood-painted lips on yours and kisses you feverishly. It feels like his kiss knocks the wind out of you.
You feel the fingertip of his middle finger massaging into your pussy, searching up and down for your clit, finding it in no time and applying pressure while he breathes against you. It's buzzing, oversensitive, because he made you wait so long.
"P-please... c-c'mon don't tease... I've been good, r-right? I let you drink so much... please gimme your cock."
He just laughs, big hand trailing down his body to stroke his cock.
"Oh you've been a real good girl, alright. Don't worry. I'm gonna give you some good slut treatment. You better take everything I give you..."
It's hard to take everything he gives you, because by "everything" he meant both of his fat cocks in your tiny cunt and tinier ass... they fill you out so deliciously, pumping in and out of your holes until they get loosened up.
Your holes milk his cocks so perfectly, he's grunting and shooting his seed deep inside, squeezing your body.
"Take it, be a good fuckin' girl and take it... fuck." his composure slips for the small seconds of his orgasm, and his muscular thighs shudder 'n his meaty biceps twitch.
Satoru
"You taste so good..." he rasps. "Come on, let me have some more, yeah?"
He's already had a drink of you tonight â at the candlelit dinner that he forced you to attend; but he's greedy and wants more, not just a wine glass' worth of your blood.
"Greedy bastard..." you scoff, "If you want it, come get it."
You make him chase you down the corridors of his haunted mansion, enjoying the chase wholeheartedly. He pins you to the wall and wedges his knee between your thighs, his big lanky body casting a tall shadow over you as he sinks his fangs deep into your neck for the second time... it's his favorite spot to bite, not just because it gets you going, but because everyone will see his mark there (especially when you wear those low-cut gowns he buys you...)
He's giving you a feral sort of look. Your blood stains his lips. He's a sloppy eater; rivulets of blood drip down his chin and pool in his collarbones. You're a bit dizzy and weak from how much blood he sucked out of you, and he thinks it's cute.
"Thanks for the drink." he murmurs suggestively, "Now how about you suck me next?"
And oh, it's so funny to him how quickly you drop to your knees and willingly open your mouth. The bulge of his cock through his tight pants is mouth-watering.
You're so dizzy, he has to guide you up and down on his length; Satoru's a groaner and an eye-roller when your lips wrap around his cock. He's too long, always poking at the back of your throat and daring to stuff all those inches down it.
Your jaw aches as he fucks your face, but don't worry... he replenishes you as promised, with a mouthful of his creamy cum which you happily swallow.
Suguru
He speaks in a soft yet sinister voice.
"Just a little sip? I promise it doesn't hurt as much as you think."
He certainly wasn't intending to take just one sip. You knew that, yet still you willingly exposed your neck to him.
"Oh, no no, not your neck, pretty thing... give me your wrist."
Why does he want to drink from your wrist? Because to him, it feels more erotic than the neck.
He lays you on an alter, kissing and lapping his tongue at your inner wrist before biting into the sensitive flesh. He's sensual, he languidly sucks and gulps down your blood.
His kimono is loosely tied enough so that you can see that attractive strip of his defined torso.
He laughs while licking a stripe up your forearm, collecting the blood dripping down it. You're trying to thumb the kimono off his shoulders, your whole body hot and needy.
"Suguru... please... y-you got me all worked up, do something about it..."
"Aw, you want me to lay you here? Well I can't say no to those eyes. Let me relieve you... it's only fair, you gave me your body. So I'll give you mine. Spread your legs."
Nanami
He's more of a gentleman than a blood-sucking fiend. He's stoic. A neat eater. He'd never want to stain your clothes with blood, especially not this expensive outfit he bought you...
"Darling, are you really sure? It's going to hurt a lot for you."
When you give him consent once again, he hooks a finger onto his tie and pulls it down to loosen it.
He kisses the place he wants to bite, and pierces your skin with his fangs carefully. The second he tastes your blood, he loses composure, and holds your body tightly against his like you're a meal he's about to devour.
Nanami's so sweet. After a drink from you, he spoils you in between his luxury bedsheets, with his fat warm cock of course! He grunts 'n pounds harder each time you say "right there!", never missing a sweet spot because he knows your body so well by now.
Choso
He's brutally shy, just a college classmate that eyes you out down the corridors and walks very quickly past you while hanging his head in shame. And truly, Choso is so ashamed of his vampirism, so when you find out he's mortified and you have to chase him because he runs and hides his face in his scarf.
But after you give him reassurance, he feels less freakish. He stutters when you offer him a drink of your blood.
And when he drinks from you? He kneels for you, sinks his fangs into the plush of your hips... those hips that he swears hypnotize him.
He whimpers when he gets a taste of your blood, and feels himself getting hard just thinking about sinking his tongue inside your tiny cunt.
He wipes your blood off on the back of his hand and looks at you, cute fangs hooking over his quivering bottom lip.
"Th-thank you... for that... hey, do you mind if I kiss here?" he asks so shyly.
"Mhm, sure~" you smile down at him and it makes his tummy flip.
So he kisses 'n noses between your thighs, whimpering right onto your warm pussy. In no time you're pushing your panties aside an letting him swipe his tongue up and down your slit. Oh he's so lucky :( he gets to eat you out after drinking you up.
"So good... you taste so fucking gooddd..." he's choking on your juices, pleasuring your pussy like an amateur virgin because he is an amateur virgin, but that just makes it better.
"Cum on my face, please please please mmmf!" he begs, tongue stuffing inside your tight hole and wriggling around.
When you cum on his face, he cums hands-free in his pants and makes a big stain :(
© arminsumi
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This is fictional work.
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too sweet
daryl x fem!reader
warnings: 18+, mdni
a/n: okay, is this like the song? IDK i listened to it on repeat tryna decipher shit and come up with a good plot but i think i got a little lost in the sauce, or maybe im just being mean to myselfđ«ą ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON BYEEEđ€
you two never got along, never saw eye to eye.
years youâd known each other and all it ever did was reveal those differences all the more. highlighting them in bold letters for you to gaze at thoughtfully, but did that stop you?
it was a game you played, back and forth for so long that it became a routine. bicker and disagree till you were blue in the face and at each other's mercy for only the moon to bear witness too.
how many times had you dug into him for his habits. he smoked, kept to himself, he fought, but where had that ever gotten him? it was against your nature. a way of being that you genuinely could not understand.
and heâd be right there with you, matching each dig with his own. you were sweet, too soft. you pleased and walked among ice like you weighed as much as a feather, so predictable it was almost humorous. if you didnât understand him, he was absolutely riddled by you.
âhow do ya sleep at night? huh? donâya ever get tired of keeping everyone so fuckin happy?â heâd mutter, all the while tearing articles of clothing off of your supple skin, one by one. skin that was pristine by default and worn as if only heaven itself had touched it.
âbelieve it or not, i actually want people to like me daryl. i like when i can make people happy. itâs not a fucking act,â you sneer back.
who was he to talk? he lived inside his own head. could go days⊠no, months by himself, not muttering a single word to a breathing soul. and youâd tried to reason, guide, and help, but if anyone knew daryl dixon, they knew he didnât budge easily. he had to want it for himself and he simply didnât see the glory in your people-pleasing nature, as heâd like to call it.
sure he saw the value in it, somewhat. but he liked things the way they were, as they were meant to be. if he disagreed with something he sure as shit wasnât gonna prance around trying not to hurt no feelings.
âalright, you keep tellinâ yerself that, princess.â
so what was it that kept you two coming back for more? why was the tension and aversion between your minds so magnetic between your bodies? he wanted to snap those annoying, pretty lips shut with his. maybe if he kissed you hard enough something would click in that head of yours. maybe he could fuck some clarity into you.
his fingers would rub fast circles over your clit, watching you keen and moan into the pillow beneath you, âhowâs that princess? good enough for ya? hm?â heâd mock, âfaster? slower?â
âgod, would you shut up already?â you tried to sneer only for it to come out as a breathy whine, adding fuel to his pride and smirk across his face. your lips crashed into his in an attempt to diminish it but it was right there, now pressed up against your face, and fuck, why was that so hot? why was his rugged stubble, his long hair kissing your shoulders, and his broad, strong body so infuriatingly sexy to you? muscles built from years of fights, kills, and hunting. you didnât like it⊠but you did.
âfuck, iâm gonna-â you cried to him softy.
ânuh, uh. not yet pretty girl.â
his belt was loud throughout the quiet room. your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure but you heard the familiar clanks and zips, and then you felt his weight above you â warm and spicy. it pulled you so far and close that you sucked him in before he even got his pants all the way off.
âfuckinâ christ girl,â he groaned, snapping down to meet your hips flush. it was rapid and hot, both of you pouring all your frustrations into each push and pull. frustrations with each other, frustrations with yourselves that you liked this so fucking much.
he fucked you deep and hard like his body hated you, but somehow kissed you so tenderly through it all. his tongue massaging and tangling with yours as if you created his oxygen for him.
âso fucking sweet, princess, yâknow that?â he whispered against you, âno good fer me.â
he was telling himself that; convincing himself and you knew it. your body rolled to meet his quickly, feeling every gooey, warm muscle against your skin and drooling over it, âmore.â
as if to prove a point he slowed down, pulling out till just his tip was caught at your entrance, and then would thrust in, hard. over, and over, and over until you were singing his name and muffling it with his neck. warm and spicy.
âya like that? thought ya wanted faster?â
he knew he was walking a line, but what had you guys ever been but a definitive line? a clear distinction of night and day, the only time ever seeing eye to eye being these moments. as one.
you were sent over the edge instantly, spasms of pleasure rolling languidly through your body. the tight swelling of your cunt causing daryl to finish with you and fuck if he didnât cum the prettiest, sexiest way you had ever seen. straight out of your dirty, teenage fantasies and above you to soak in while you wreathed along with him.
he groaned and cursed into your chest, riding out each wave until he was shaking above you and so sensitive he couldnât help but hiss as he pulled away, flopping down beside you.
a cigarette was quickly fished from his strewn jeans pockets and placed between his lips, lighting up and rolling back into the pillows lazily. every ounce of mending and merging you had just done was palpably tossed out the window, your scoff loudly filling the silence.
âthat will kill you one day, hope you know that,â you muttered whilst gathering your clothes and slipping them on.
he didnât bat an eye, nothing he hadnât heard before from you and honestly, he didnât really care. plenty of things in the world thatâll kill you, your naivety being one of them.
âlemme guess, gotta be up bright nâ early? tendinâ ta all yer charity cases?â he mused as he watched you head for the door. there had never been a night youâd spent together, probably would end up ripping each others faces off alone in room together for that long.
he didnât get an answer, just an amused eye roll as you opened his bedroom door, âbye daryl.â
and then you were gone, quiet stomps heard as you floated up the stairs and he knew it would only be a matter of days before you were right back here, glued to his body and singing his name like you needed him to survive.
âfigures,â he mumbled, taking a long drag from his smoke and smirking softly to himself.
whatâs that saying? opposites always attract?
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ik hanni's so soft, but can you make a fic like I kinda wanna see her as a fuck girl đ liek girlie be fuckin girls left and right
And she's like a bball/foot ball player and ur like innocent and ofc a VIRGIN
Mean gp hanni please, and also take ur time đ
Pairings: G!p Fuck girl basketball player Hanni x fem reader!
Word count: 1,4
Warnings: unprotected sex (donât be silly wrap your Willy), use of aphrodisiac, manipulation, corruption kink, p in v, fuck girl hanni, virgin reader, reader gets called kitty, little bit of teasing, not proofread, and just filthy smut!!
Jwans note: I managed to make this kinda softđ«Łđ€·ââïž
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You hated basketball, and you hated Hanni. Or maybe you hated basketball because of hanni?
Hanni was one of the most popular basketball players in your whole school, and the most arrogant one. She had girls literally flooding her house everyday or all over her in the school cafeteria.
Youâve heard some of the nastiest rumors about her, from the same girls that she has fucked dumb and threw away the next day, it got to the point that there were no more girls to fuck in your school, she had to âre-fuckâ and that was one of the things that she hated. She wanted something new and different, not something she already got to have her fun with. She got bored easily and thatâs just her habit.đ€·ââïž
You hated her because of her mean attitude and the way she treated the girls after she got to have her fun with them. Well hate is a big word, dislike is more like it.
You never hanged out with type of people like Hanni. She was way out of your league and you liked your own small group of friends. You guys werenât nerd but you werenât popular, you guys just had your grades on the top of the list. You cared for your future and career. So after the cute kindergarten crush and date you had, you never went out nor had some kind of hook up in some available room in those frat parties like most people your age did.
You heard the unnecessary rumor in your school, about your friend group being a pack of losers and virgins. You have no idea who spread that information, but there was nothing to deny except the losers part. You honestly didnât know what was wrong with being a virgin or not having much experience. But still you had to torment the laughing of the mean girls and the laughing of the fuck girls.
Hanni found the thing, quite alluring actually. The idea of fucking a virgin pussy and virgin mouth, didnât fail to make blood pressure in her cock and also sheâd put you in the list of the girls she has already fucked, so itâs a win win situation for her.
But the real question isâŠHow will she get you under her spell?! You were a hard person to impress or to make a move on, so if she acted nice and kind around you, that wonât impress you.She need more smart and easy way to blind you under the sheets.
The teacher has been nagging about her needing a tutor because of the constant basketball practice and the basketball games. So she have been missing out on lots. Hanni recommended you as her tutor, you were shocked that she even acknowledged you, you were gonna deny but the wide smile the teacher gave and the loud âGood choiceâ she muttered made you change your mind and accept being her tutor. What is the worse that could happen?
Days come and go as fast as wind, and here you are in front of her door, the first tutoring session. Bringing your hand to knock on the wooden surface. You gave two soft knocks, and not long after, a figure stood tall in front of you. She was wearing grey sweatpants and her teams basketball shirt.
You couldnât help but let your eyes travel down to her crotch, the visible little bump in there. She saw how you eyed her length she gave a little dirty chuckle. âShall we go inside?â
You gulped before meeting her lust filled eyes and nodded hurriedly. The little look she had on her face, made anticipation burn right under your belly button.
You sat down on her black leather couch crossing your legs and she stood in front of you.
âDo you want coffee, tee or juice?â She asked you heading towards her kitchen, you registered what she said. âJuice is fine!â You answered politely.
You waited for her patiently, your bag on your lap, playing with all of the cool zippers and pockets before her figure came with a tray of what you think is Orange Juice and heart chocolates. You honestly donât know about this combo of Orange juice and chocolate, but you are here as a guest so you must be grateful for what she offers you.
You took the glass of juice from the tray and took a little sip, she offered you heart chocolates with a little smirk. Your heart told you to not take it but your brain shouted otherwise and you obviously went with your brain.
âTaste these new chocolates, I bought them from a cool shop near here!â
You mumbled a low âthank youâ and took a bite from the heart chocolate. âItâs good!â You said with a warm smile on your face. âI knowâ she smiled back at you, or not a smile, it was more like a grin.
You started the tutoring session, it was going peacefully and perfectly, before you felt your panties soaked, you were so wet that you swore that there is a probably a stain on her couch. But what confused you was,why were you aroused? There was no particular reason for you to be this wet.
You felt that your clit was ten times more sensitive and you felt like a horny rabbit, even the slightest touches of her hand on your burning form was enough to make the most sinful noises come out. She saw how you were biting your lip or stuttering when her knee brushed against yours. The drug finally did it work and she loved seeing you in this vulnerable state.
You tried rubbing your soaked pussy against the couch, but soon stopped due to the noises that threatened to fall. She wrapped her hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your heat.
She started groping and rubbing the soft flesh. And you couldnât help yourself and you let out a moan, your hand immediately found it way on top of your mouth, your eyes wide at the sound you just let out.
She gave once again one of her dirty chuckles âif you want me to touch you this badly you could just tell me kitty!â Her index and middle finger found it way over your clothed clit and started rubbing it.
âFuck- baby you have a waterfall down hereâ your breath hitched, your brain too occupied with pleasure and the feeling of wanting more that you are not processing what she said. She took off your pants and started toying with your soaked pussy, playing with your folds, thrusting her knuckles in then pulling immediately out, or pinching your sensitive pearl.
And suddenly all of her touches were gone. Her sweats were getting too uncomfortable and suffocating for her, with one swift motions her clothing was discarded on the same pile as your pants.
She aligned herself with your walls before pushing in, your virgin pussy suffocating her cock in the most delicious way ever.
âFuck kitty, your pussy is hugging me so tight.â Her eyes were shut close and yours were too. Your sobs echoed through the room walls, you were desperate for more. Her hips started rocking against yours gently, the head of her cock discovering places nobody has ever visited. She gripped on your waist like she could just collapse any moment, the grip so tight that you are sure there is now a red or purple marks there
âIâm the first and only one who is going to run this pussyâ she muttered before her face leaned against yours, her lips swallowing your high pitched moans.
Her pace started being desperate, hammering her hips against yours, sweaty skin slapping sounds echoing, moans and groans the only thing your brain processing. Her lips captured yours, the kiss messy and sloppy, exchanging saliva and her tongues sucking on yours.
Your pussy was now swallowing her length even tighter, âHanni I-Iâm closeâ you uttered, it was more like a moan but she could understand you.
âM-me too kitty m-me too!â She groaned. Her tips continued abuse made you clench once more around her before your orgasm washed over you, leaving you exhausted. Your first ever orgasm.
You felt your insides being flooded with warm sticky liquid and you realized that she came. She snuggled onto you, her hands wrapping around your exhausted form. And your hands around her neck. You knew that you had to take a shower soon, but you want to enjoy this moment for now.
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You were ambling back to your shitty little apartment, dripping with mud, and sweat, and gore from the Commonwealth's version of "community service." When you looked up toward your building, you were surprised to see Daryl standing there waiting, his crossed arms highlighting his broad shoulders. You sighed, wondering if you were about to get a scolding.
He seemed to just look you up and down for a long moment, taking in the splatters of walker blood all over you. "Heard ya got assigned clean-up duty," he drawled. "What the hell happened?"
You scoffed. "You mean what did I do?" He nodded. "IâI may have punched Sebastian in the face after he made a disgusting and offensive comment..." You sank down on one of the concrete steps and waited for his reaction.
"That spoiled little shit?" Daryl asked. You nodded. He sighed and sat down next to you. "'M sure he deserved it. How many hours did they give you?"
"Thirty," you said.
"You're lucky they didn't banish you. Kid is like fuckin' royalty or some shit."
You tilted your head. "Kind of. Except I think his mother is equally as disgusted with his behavior most of the time..." Daryl hummed his agreement. You glanced over at him. "Can I tell you something?'
He nodded. "'Course."
"I kind of fucking hate it here."
A wry laugh left Daryl and he nodded. "Ya don't say..."
"Something about this place feels... off. Something's wrong. Or rotten. I don't know..." you trailed off, looking across the street at the dilapidated apartment buildings where they shoved the lowest class of people. "I know I should probably feel more grateful. There are walls and more reliable food and... but I justâI kind of wish I was back on the outside. It was... freedom. Sometimes terrifying and frequently hard and awful, but freedom." You glanced over at Daryl again and he had a queer expression on his face. "You think I'm nuts?" you laughed.
He shook his head. "Nah. Hell no. Ya just said everythin' I've been feelin' too. Somethin' is rotten in here. Ya ain't wrong."
"Are we trapped?" you asked in a low voice, a shot of anxiety causing your heart to beat erratically for a brief moment.
"Us?" Daryl repeated. "Fuck no. We ain't ever gonna be trapped. Everythin' we've already been through? They've got another damn thing comin' from us if shit goes south." He climbed to his feet and held out a hand to pull you to yours. "Listen, if that little prick comes sniffin' around ya again, ya lemme know. I'll take care of it. Try and keep yerself out of trouble."
You smiled at him and shrugged. "Being one of those Stormtroopers give you some kind of immunity?"
He shrugged. "I doubt it. But I'll deal with that asshole so you dun gotta. I'd love the excuse..."
"Alright," you laughed. "Deal."
He nodded and gave you a tight smile. "Try and get some sleep," he said.
"Yeah... you too."
Prompt: "Can I tell you something?"
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Burn Out
ăâĄă pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo â°â€ ê° pro-hero au | engaged | aged to 23 | bakugo POV! ê± -`â§Â katsuki bakugo masterlistÂ
summary: Japanâs #4 Hero, Dynamight, is holding (forced by his agency) a meet and greet with fans - for the fifth time this year - by popular demand. The only difference? Itâs three hours longer than the previous four. tags & warnings: fluff, soft bakugo, pro-hero bakugo, reader has a quirk & is also a pro hero, reader & bakugo are engaged! a/n: i thought the idea of reader waiting in line every time he has a meet and greet was such a cute gesture and relaxes him when heâs overwhelmed by fans :) ê°Â Ao3 version | word count; 1,300 ê±
âI really gotta do this shit for 4 hours?!â
âSorry, Dynamight. Itâs standard hours for meet and greets, plus you get the exposure to retain popularity amongst the public.â
God, what a fuckinâ joke.
How the hell does Deku do this all the time? Iâm not a people person, end of story. Iâll sign shit and let them sell it, but actually meeting people? My goddamn nightmare. Especially the damn fan girls, theyâre rabid fuckinâ animals. I hate when people only see me a piece of goddamn meat and not a top rated hero.
âWhy are you still here?â This agency lady is really pissinâ me off. What the hell else does she want from me?
âJust going over the logistics. Youâll be hosting at a store in Shibuya Crossing from 1PM to 5PM tomorrow. Youâll be doing signatures on pre-approved official photos. Weâll meet at the agency at noon and youâll get suited up.â
I hate these stupid publicity pricks.
âCanât I just sign âem and you sell âem? I really gotta do it in person?â
âNo can do, you know the process by now. The hours are just extended to allow as many fans access as we can.â
Why the fuck do fans need âaccessâ to me? They donât. Iâve got better shit to do.
âWhatever. See ya tomorrow.â
âââ
Itâs almost 1PM and Iâm already fuckinâ over being here. Nonstop âdo this, not that,â âdonât take too long,â âdonât accept large gifts,â blah blah blah. Itâs a damn signing, not a conference, I shouldnât need to follow some stupid rule book.
âBefore settling in for a grueling four goddamn hours, I gotta call my fiancĂ©.â
âMake it fast, youâre set to start in 15.â
Was it an excuse to talk to her? Hell yeah it was. I didnât need to call her for shit, I needed to get the hell away from that agency lady before I said shit I canât take back.
Really wish she could sit here with me instead of with the agent with stick up her ass.
âââ
[y/n] Hey babe, whatâs up? I thought your meet and greet was happening now? [Bakugo] Yeah, in 15 minutes. I needed to step out before I sit here for four fuckinâ hours. What are you up to? Sounds like youâre outside or somethinâ. [y/n] Nothing really, grocery shopping and boring stuff. Are you nervous? [Bakugo] Me, nervous? Fuck no. I just donât wanna be here for that long. Itâs exhausting. [y/n] I donât blame you, the last few were much shorter. Do you need me to bring you anything? [Bakugo] Even if you did, I donât think theyâd let me take it from ya. [y/n] Thatâs so annoying. Itâs not like Iâm a stranger. [Bakugo] Yâwould think so. Fu-dammit, sorry baby, but I gotta cut ya short. This agency bitch has been breathinâ down my neck all week. [y/n] Itâs alright. Make sure those fan girls donât take all of you, I still want my share of the number 4 hero! [Bakugo] Hah, yâknow youâre the only one who gets that. Iâll talk to you later baby, love you. [y/n] Love you too, good luck!
âââ
I. Am. So. Fucking. Tired.
If I hear another person screech over me just looking at them? Iâm gonna lose my damn mind - and itâs only 2:30PM.
âDynamight! Youâre my favorite hero, thank you for signing this!â
At least most of the kids that showed up werenât loud and annoyinâ brats.
âThanks, appreciate thâ support.â
Iâve signed my name so many damn times that itâs starting to look like gibberish. They wouldnât even let me use a stamp or some shit like that. Yâthink that would appeal to their âaccessâ plan if more people could come and go if it meant signing this shit faster.
âââ
3:45PM.
Fifteen. More. Minutes.
Exhausted is a goddamn understatement. I donât wanna talk to anyone for the next 24 hours when this is over.
Iâm grabbing the next poster from the agent, tunnel visioned on gettinâ the fuck outta here, when a familiar voice catches my attention.
âHiya Dynamight!â
I canât help but laugh. Did she really stand in line this whole time?
âThe hell you doinâ here?â
Sheâs dressed head to toe in my merch - sweatshirt from the winter line, joggers from the athletic set, even her damn shoes are the limited release sneakers from the crossover line with Deku.
âJust supporting my favorite hero. Iâd love if you could personalize my poster.â
God, I love this woman.
âHah, yâgot it.â
To my favorite hero, y/h/n, my shining star - love, dynamight
I slide it over the table to her and the look on her face is priceless. Her smile never fails to brighten my day, no matter how shitty it is. Really feels like no one else is here but her in the moment.
âThisâll be worth at least $50 online. Thanks!â
âHey! Thatâs special, idiot.â
âIâm kidding, Ka-Dynamight.â
âDid ya wait in line this whole time?â
âI did! I wasnât shopping earlier, I was in line for you. I wanted to support my soon-to-be husband.â
The high school girl behind her makes a face when she says âhusband.â Itâs not like our engagement is a damn secret. Canât help but shoot her a dirty look, hoping she gets the âfuck offâ memo.
âDynamight, 5 minutes until we wrap.â
âBack off! Itâs my damn fiancĂ©. Iâll take as long as I want.â
All I wanna do is jump over this table, throw her over my shoulder and blast our way home. Dive onto the couch, crammed together against the cushions and pass the fuck out to the sound of TV static.
âItâs okay, Iâll let you go.â
She leans over the table to whisper, âIâll see you at home, baby. Love you!â
I donât really care who hears. I shouldnât have to fuckinâ whisper to my soon-to-be wife in public.
âLove you too. Thanks, sweets. Youâre the best.â
Fuck, her ass looks damn good in those joggers. Iâll never get tired of watching her walk away. The way she sways her hips when she walks is dangerous game for me.
âAlright, Dynamight. Last one.â
Thank fucking god.
âHey, thanks for-â
âWas that your fiancĂ©?â
These damn high school girls are such a pain in the ass.
ââŠyes. What of it?â
âIsnât she, like, number 42 or something super low ranked?â
Not fallinâ for whatever shit sheâs trying to pull. I sign the poster and slide it over to her, hoping she shuts the hell up and leaves.
âWhat, I canât get a personalized photo like her?â
Well, she asked for it.
âFine, give it back.â
number 42 and still better than you. fuck you - dynamight
I shove the poster back to her roughly on purpose, crinkling the edge against her stupid long claws-for-nails that were tapping impatiently on the table.
âPlay stupid games, win stupid prizes. Learn some damn manners.â
I don't feel any remorse as the stupid agent starts scolding me for "mistreating fans." The brat had it comin', what can I say?
"I'm outta here. Later."
"Wait, Dynamight, you need to -"
"No, I don't. Not my problem. I'm done."
âââ
Finally, home sweet home. "Hey baby, I'm home."
"Hey Kats! Made you some early dinner on the stove and the blanket is nice and toasty for you."
When did she even have time to do that? It's only been 45 minutes.
"Damn, what are ya, superwoman?"
"Hah, I wish. Have you checked your phone yet?"
"...No, why?"
She laughs. "#dynamight is trending again. Somethin' about you signing 'fuck off' on a fan's poster?"
Oops.
"Yeah, well I -"
"Fuck her, she's lucky I didn't smack her upside the head."
And that's why I'm marrying her.
Just a cute little "Bakugo hates people" fluff lol
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my mind is so fixated on big, mean(ish)! darylâŠ
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he comes back home, angry after an unsuccessful mission. You donât even get the chance to greet him before heâs already taking you by your forearm and dragging you upstairs. He pulls you into your shared bedroom with him, slamming the door shut behind him and shoving you on the bed, starting to unbuckle his belt.
the belt falls to the ground with a loud clank, his baggy pants falling down his thighs, just enough so his heavy cock flops out, red and leaking pre.
you were shook at just how big he is, at least a good 8 inches, and he was thick too. you were almost frightened, how was that gonna fit in you? he grabs your thighs with his big hands, pulling you towards him and roughly tugging your boxers down your thighs, exposing your wet and needy cunt. a growl comes from deep in his throat at the sight, one thatâs feral-sounding, like a dog. it only made you wetter.
âfuckinâ whore, drippinâ when i ainât even done anythinâ yet.â
he grabbed the base of his dick, guiding it towards your entrance. the tip pressed against it, stretching you slowly, making you whimper in pain and involuntarily back away from the intrusion, in which daryl effortlessly manhandled you back towards him again, placing a firm slap on your ass.
âDonât try anâ squirm away now. Ya gonâ take this big dick. Ainât nothinâ ya ainât had before.â
you whined. âNo daryl, âs not gonna fit.. youâll rip me open with that thing..â
he grunted at those words, feeling his cock twitch in his hand. he guided it back towards your awaiting hole once again, the tip starting to enter you. âquit yer whininâ, iâll make it fit. mâ boyâs such a good fuck, he can take anythinâ.â
he kept pushing, till he was balls deep in you, making him groan loudly, while you were under him whining like a hurt puppy, your cunt fluttering around his cock.
âfuck, yer so tight. gonâ rip this pussy in half..â
with his hands grasping your thighs tight, he started to pound into you mercilessly, the room filling with a loud, wet slapping sound combined with your sobs of pleasure and occasional grunts from daryl.
you tried to hold onto him, face nuzzled into his neck and nails digging into his back, holding onto him for dear life, but he just pinned you down to the bed, holding both of your wrists in one hand.
he would lean down, saying dirty, sweet whispers in your ear. âYa take it so fuckinâ good, sunshine. Yer lilâ cunt was made fer a dick like mine. Such a good boy.â
itâs not long before youâre a mess on his cock, nonsense babbling coming from you and your hips shuddering uncontrollably, wetness leaking all over his dick. he can see that youâre close.
âCâmon, cum on mâdick. Wanna see mâ pretty lilâ slut cum fer me.â
those words send you over the edge, your back arching and your head lolling back as you squirt all over his cock, lower half shaking in the process.
daryl makes that same feral growl again after you finish, speeding up his thrusts. ââM gonna cum, boy, gonâ fill this lilâ pussy up..â
with one final thrust, he climaxes, pumping your stomach full of his cum. he grunts, then pulls out, watching as your pussy leaks his fluids. âAh, yeah, fuck..â
then heâd kiss you on your forehead, clean you up, and cuddle you to sleep, wrapped up in his strong arms. â„ïž
maybe i should expand on this ideaâŠ. đ
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[ SUBJECT INTERVIEW: ĂVARR ]
NICKNAME:
NOT "Gramps". Not for you, anyway. Just my name.
GENDER:
Male.
STAR SIGN:
Why, checking if weâd match? Hah. Was told Iâm a Scorpio. 'That check out?
HEIGHT:
With platforms or without?
ORIENTATION:
If we vibe, nothing else matters. An incubus with neat taste in personalities, I guess.
NATIONALITY / ETHNICITY:
So, some Scandinavian blood in me - half, actually. Can speak the language, too - 'least something neat daddy gave me, not that the fucker's outdone himself in parenting. Momâs an American, born in Badlands. Ever heard of her clan? Messed with witchcraft a lot, and summoning even more. Know what Iâm getting at? A perfect fuckin' match, weren't they?
FAVE FRUIT:
- Yeah no. Don't even start with anything citrus. Especially don't peel this shit in front of me, alright? Nasty shit. [Interviewer]: - Just wondering, how do you feel about cardboard boxes? [Ăvarr] : - Ain't purring for you, man. But nice one.
FAVE SEASON:
Fuck summer. You ever felt what's that like - the real winter nights? Pitch fuckin' dark - quiet so thick you hear the snow falling. First time I saw those snowflakes as a kid - can swear I thought they were bees.
FAVE FLOWER:
Cherry blossoms? The fuck I know, man. Ask my mainline, I grab whatever he likes.
FAVE SCENT:
Expecting me to be like - "Muahaha, the smell of fear"? Seriously, it's apparently a pheromone released in your sweat or some shit. C'mon I'm joking, it isn't my fav - keeps stinking up this damn city. Alright, a freshly baked cake is something I'd kill for.
COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:
Yeah coffee I guess? Rich, strong, black, with a splash of something fun, make it whiskey.
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:
Woke up just yesterday 'cause my mainline was pulling back my eyelid, imagine? Scared the fuck out of him, no seriously, can sleep through a fuckin' bomb and I'm not joking. Average hours - a shitton honestly? That's how I got my very first cat - Dad got enough of me breaking down every single morning, cause fuck mornings. And he'd be like - this is Snowy, she's gonna live with us and she already had her breakfast, so get the fuck up. How'd I argue with Snowy? You don't mess with Snowy.
DOG OR CAT PERSON:
See? Check it out - cat fur. Here too. I'm claimed, man - gave up cleaning it up a long time ago. Not to be dramatic, but if there's anything human in me left - it's for them. Fur kids, all mine, what can I say. Two of them adopted - and you bet each of them has a bigger personality than an average gonk.
DREAM TRIP:
Dream trip, jeez... Somewhere not fucking hot?
FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER:
Balrog has style, y'know? Gotta be honest, I feel for the dude. Imagine yourself sleeping deep within the mountains for thousands of years to get awoken by a bunch of motherfuckers? I'd go nuclear too. And this one too, ehh you know GoT? The Targaryen, her, yeah. Burn them all, girl. Boss move.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH:
Man, your questions. I dunno, a half? With my ass covered, or not at all. Bed king sized, lights out, make it pitch black with the window open and you got me passed out.
RANDOM FACT:
One doesn't have to actually summon a demon to get them to come play, d'you know? There's one watching you through my eyes right fuckin' now. Should I introduce him?
Late to the party, but I remember many of y'all have more than one OC or just created new pixel babies that haven't participated yet, so I'm tagging (with no pressure):
@therealnightcity @wraithsoutlaws @sammysilverdyne @theviridianbunny @th3irin
@a-pirate @chessalein @halkuonn @luvwich @shimmer-like-agirl
@kdval @cybersteal @cyberholic77 @chevvy-yates @morganlefaye79
@anxious--ace @mhbcaps @wormskul @silver-samurai @androgymess
@winkyblinkyandstew @astarionhistears @valsilverhand @drunkchasind @themermaidriot
@pinkyjulien @skelior @medtech-mara @lokiina @timaeusterrored
@tokyofuturnoir @aggravateddurian @sifofasgard @elfjpeg @aurorartz
@lucky38-2077 @dustymagpie @gloryride @stannussy and anyone else who wants to! Also pls DM me if you don't wanna get taggedđ€
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