#i can just feel the impending crash and it sucks

[universalsatan]

T-T

[tpwk-formula1]

Hi!! I LOVE the pizzeria! I would love to place an order for a pizza! I’d like a thin crust pizza with Red sauce, pepperonis, jalenpeno, bacon and banana peppers with a water and sprite to drink served by Lando Norris!

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brothers best friend red sauce rough sex pepperoni "be a good girl and you'll get what you want" jalapenos "always such a fucking brat" bacon "what would your brother think if he caught us" banana peppers "look so pretty riding my cock" water breeding kink sprite size kink dessert no served by Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Verstappen reader

TW rough sex, some degrading words, cock riding, creampie

WC 1200+

Y/N POV

"Always such a fucking brat," Lando mumbles against my ear. I mean he was right I was being a brat but it was all intentional.

I had been wanting Lando to fuck me, like really fuck me. So I've spent the whole weekend doing little things to piss him off.

Started by telling him I would spend my Friday and Saturday in the Red Bull garage to support my brother but then right before the boys needed to get into their car Lando happened to find me in the Ferrari garage. Which I was only there talking to Alex and Rebecca but in that moment he happened to catch me talking to Carlos, and while it was about Lando, Lando didn't need to know that.

Somehow that still didn't work. I could see the hurt flash in his eyes but he just kind of shrugged his shoulders and accepted my answer when I told him.

Then Saturday night we decided to have dinner with my brother and a few of the other drivers. During the whole dinner I pretty much gave all of my attention to Oscar and Lily making Lando groan and grip my thigh roughly making me think I was finally gonna get what I wanted but then when we got back to the hotel that night he told me he was tired and just gonna get a good night's sleep before the race.

I had one last chance to get fucked the way I needed to before we would be parting ways for a week.

It's Sunday which means race day. I always spend my time with Lando on Sunday. Some weekends Id go to Red Bull and others I would stay at Mclaren but no matter where I spent the weekend I was always in the Mclaren garage during the race.

But today, I decided to inform Lando that I was planning on watching from the Redbull garage since my brother had been struggling with the car and I wanted to be there to support him.

That was Lando's final straw.

After telling him I was gonna leave the Mclaren garage is when he called me a brat finally realizing what I had been doing all weekend.

"Did you think I didn't notice?" Lando questions while he ushers us into his driver's room where he quickly locked the door and pushed me against the wall.

"The way you lied about which garage you would be in, to giving Oscar and Lily heart eyes all last night practically begging to go back into their room and be their slut for them to use, to now trying to piss me off by saying you would be in a different garage during the race when it has always been the deal that Sunday's is a Mclaren day," Lando says with venom in his voice before he crashes his lips onto mine making me whimper into his mouth.

"Is this what you wanted?" Lando snapped making me nod my head sheepishly. Lando just scoffs before he makes quick work of stripping both of us down before he's on his knees pulling my clit into his mouth and giving it a long suck.

"Fuck," I groan when the pleasure starts coursing through my body.

"I needed this," I whimper out making Lando smirk against my pussy.

Lando keeps quick work with his tongue while bringing his fingers to my pussy before shoving them into my pussy and making me gasp at the quick intrusion.

"Fuck," I moan softly when Lando starts hitting my G-spot bringing me to an orgasm far quicker than I wanted.

When Lando can feel my pussy clenching and twitching around his fingers in a silent warning of my impending orgasm he pulls his fingers out and stops playing with my clit making me whine and whimper at the loss of pleasure.

"Be a good girl and you'll get what you want," Lando says while laughing slightly at my desperation. I only whine a bit louder before Lando roughly grips into my hair and starts pulling me towards the couch before he plops down and pulls his shorts down leaving him in just a shirt.

"Since you wanted to be a brat, you get to do the work," Lando says sharply making me climb into his lap and sink down on his cock making both of us gas.

I'm sinking down too slowly for Lando's liking because he grips onto my hips and pulls me down completely making me gasp again at the sharp intrusion.

I don't get much time to adjust because Lando starts bouncing me up and down his cock like I was his own personal toy, making me grip his shoulders to keep my balance while throwing my head back in a loud moan.

"Look so pretty riding my cock," Lando mumbles making me moan.

"So good," I whimper while speeding up my actions trying to chase the orgasm Lando had denied me earlier.

"Fuck, how are you still this fucking tight," Lando groans throwing his head back and showing off his neck I have always loved. I bend down and place a soft kiss on it before sinking my teeth and leaving a faint hickey.

"No way you just marked me up right before I'm gonna be on live TV for 3 hours," Lando says roughly while taking control over again and bouncing me on his cock in such a quick and rough succession my mind gets lost and I can no longer think about anything but the way his cock is invading me.

"What would your brother think if he caught us? You bouncing on my cock with your head thrown back begging and whiney like a proper whore for me to use," Lando says roughly while fucking into my pussy and bringing one of his hands down to slap my clit making me whimper at the slight burn.

"You fucking loved that, I felt the way your pussy clenched for more," Lando says while landing another slap on my clit making me whimper.

"Close," I mumble. Lando just grabs my hips and lifts me up slightly so he can start thrusting into my pussy far faster than when he was using me like a toy.

"Fuck!" I scream while I start cumming all over Lando's cock making him groan.

"I'm gonna fill this pussy up, get you nice and full with my cum so one day I can watch you swell with my babies," Lando groans out before sending one last thrust deep into my pussy before he starts painting the walls of my soaked pussy with his cum making me moan at the feeling.

KNOCK KNOCK

We hear on the door making us scramble to find our clothes. When Lando is just in his boxers and the undershirt for his fireproofs he opens the door he makes sure to shield the door with his body not wanting anyone in the garage to see the scene behind him.

"We need you in the car in 5 minutes," I hear his engineer tell Lando making me dress even quicker. Lando just tells him he will be ready before closing the door.

"You're staying in Mclaren," Lando says leaving absolutely no room for argument.

[melancholyhigh]

sooo... i just read your "sunrise" fic and i'm obsessed. the plot was great and the way you narrated the feelings and the setting??? i'm in love. i live for your subby!leon. i don't know if you're taking requests right now but i would love to read more about him:)

MIDDAY.

ft. brother’s best friend!leon x afab!reader

synopsis. your mom thinks leon is a bad influence on your brother, but only if she knew how much of a good boy he is.

content. 0.6k words. smut. subby leon, handjob, begging, praise kink, thigh riding (?), edging, marking, sneaking around.

note. ty for the requests anon !! <33 it’s basically a 1.5 to sunrise. sorry for being so inactive :( tryna get through some requests <3 lmk if u guys would like a full sequel to sunrise tho!!

masterlist. reblogs & comments are appreciated :3

You couldn’t fathom how your mother could dislike Leon. He was one of your brother’s friends who didn’t actively try to be a nuisance to your neighbourhood, and it was shocking when they even became acquaintances – let alone best friends. 

She says he’s a bad influence on your brother, but he’s the kindest boy ever met. You must be biased because you think he’s a very good boy. He’s especially good when he’s beneath you, his blue eyes brimmed with tears, begging you to let him come, but, oh, doesn’t your perfect boy have such nice manners?

“Please, please, please, ‘m so close,” he’s sobbing as you continue to move your hand up and down his throbbing cock. Your digits are stained with tacky precum, thumbing the sensitive head. He was so gorgeous, rosy cheeks stained with tears, and his lips all swollen and slick with spit.

You told him a few minutes ago to quiet down — you’ll get caught, but he continues to whine and plead. You're beginning to think he wants to be seen at your mercy, crying for you. His soft whimpers and quiet moans get you aroused, soaking through your shorts, and Leon can feel you on his thighs where you’ve made yourself comfortable. It drove him mad when you rut against him, trying to soothe the ache between your legs that he caused.

He wants nothing more than for you to strip down and sit on his face for him to lap at your cunt like a starved man. Instead, you are entranced with him, admiring the cute expressions he makes when you give his dick a firm squeeze. He’d say it’s humiliating if it didn’t feel so good to be under you, panting and sobbing.

Arching his back, Leon feels his impending orgasm creep up on him, only to dissipate rather than crash when you cease your movements on his erection entirely. Head digging further into your pillow, he whines loudly, only to be muffled by your lips moving against his. Despite the seemingly delicate way in which you touch his body, your lips are hungry against his, tasting him as you stifle his moans.

Your lips trail from his to the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking red marks that were too difficult to hide, but that was the point. Your brother had congratulated him for finally getting some when he saw the purplish bruises on his fair skin. He chuckled at the irony of him fucking his sibling, boyishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“P- please, fuck, angel. Can I come?” he pleads. Leaning back on his thighs, you let your nails scrape the flesh on his chest and stomach, allowing red scratches to rise in its paths. He feels you shift on his thighs, subtly grinding your needy cunt on him as he begs for your attention on his cock. 

You had been denying his release for too long now, but you finally had time with him for yourself, so you wanted to abuse it to the best of your ability. When he peers up at you, gripping your hips so eagerly as moans slip past his parted lips, you want to give him to the moon and more. 

“You’ve been so good f’me, Leon. So pretty ‘nd obedient. I think you deserved to come,” you whisper back to him, gripping his length once more and pumping him slowly. Your words are almost enough to make him come undone into an incoherent mess, and when you squeeze the tip of his cock, his soft tummy clenches as ropes of his thick cum spurt out his overtly sensitive dick onto his chest.

Peppering his face with kisses, you mumble soft praises as you take care of him.

“You’re such a good boy for me, baby. I love you s’much.”

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Their Girl For The Night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧˖° Summary: Imagine sitting on the ground just outside the tiefling party, your back pinned to Zevlor’s chest as he keeps you locked in place while Halsin eats you out as if you were his last me…

✧˖° Pairings: Halsin x F!Reader/Tav x Zevlor

✧˖° Content: NSFW - Cunnilingus - Halsin Eats You Out So Well - Zevlor Holds You In Place - Anal - Vaginal Sex - Squirting - Big Dick Halsin & Zevlor

✧˖° Notes: This is pure smut, I had the idea while horny for Zevlor now please enjoy and be horny with me hahaha xoxo

Zevlor’s arms hold you firm against his chest, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, his breath hot against your neck, “Such a pretty thing, you are.” His tail finds its way up your outer thigh, slowly dragging across your skin before stoping at your stomach- the tip of it tracing slow little circles around your belly button.

You writhe and buck against Zevlor, desperate to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, “Ngh~ S’Zevy~ Mngh~~~!!!” Your words slurred, a jumble of half made syllables that were barely comprehensible, “I- Mah~ My~ c-Can’t~ Haaa!!!!”

“You can,” Zevlor moves to nip and lap at the nape of your neck, his horns scraping light patterns against your cheek, “and you will.”

Halsin chuckles, his breath ghosting over your wet sex, his hands kneading into your thighs, his tongue flicking and pressing against your clit with expert precision before diving his skilled tongue back inside your weeping hole.

Your back arches against Zevlor, a loud whorish moan falling from your parted lips, a thick line of drool slowly trickling down your chin, eyes lidded and glazed with lust.

You could feel Zevlor’s cum seeping from your stretched asshole, prior to Halsin getting his paws on you, Zevlor had bent you over the side of a fallen tree and fucked you like his own personal cumdump…

- The feeling of his calloused hands roaming over every inch of you, groping and fondling and squeezing, his mouth biting and sucking and licking, his tongue teasing and tasting, his cock ramming into you, his balls slapping against you with every rough thrust, his tail twirling and flicking your clit. You were a mess by the time Zevlor was finished, and when he came inside you, he took special care to push it all deep within you- he wanted his cum to be trapped inside you, not wanting a single drop to escape. The hellrider wanted to know that you’d be leaking his cum each step you took the next day. -

A hard bite against the sensitive flesh of your clit snaps you from your thoughts.

“FH~!!!! Noooo~!!! Hal-Halsin~!!! Ah~! T-too w’rou-rough” Your eyes screw shut as tears prick the corners of your eyes, “Zev~ pllllleaa~se- itz too mu-ch-“

“Look at the way your juices spill out from you, my dear- the way they coat his face. The way your thighs quake, the way your hips jolt, as if well as the way your toes curl, it is all so lovely.” Zevlor pulls and twists one of your nipples, just enough to send another wave of pleasure crashing over you, the waves of your impending orgasm threatening to drown you.

Halsin’s eyes watched your face, drinking in your every expression, memorizing each sound, taking in the way your body quivered and writhed and twisted under his touch, how you were coming apart at the seams.

He wanted to hear you scream, wanted everyone to hear how you were claimed tonight and enjoyed the pleasures he could give.

Taking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, his tongue laving and massaging the sensitive nub, his nose pressed against your pelvis- inhaling the intoxicating musky scent that was only you. His fingers plunged into your dripping sex, curling and pressing and scissoring, the slick sounds of his fingers thrusting into you were loud and filthy.

He felt the way your walls fluttered and twitched, the telltale sign of your incoming orgasm.

Releasing your clit from his mouth, his hand replaced his tongue, the other hand pulling his fingers from you, and in a quick motion, his fingers were shoved back inside you, and a third was added, curling them upwards, pressing into your plush walls, “Let it go- cum for us my heart, allow us both to taste your sweet nectar.”

Your eyes were wide, the feeling of the sudden stretch, the sensation of his fingers pressing and curling against your sweet spot, the command that came from Halsin… Your vision goes white and your entire body seizes up- a long, loud moan falling from your open mouth, and your release soaks his hand, coating his palm, his wrist, his arm, his chin, his mouth…

He drinks you in like a man dying of thirst, the sweet ambrosia coating his throat. He doesn't stop until you beg for him to, tears staining your flushed cheeks, “Please- P-pleeease… n-no m-more… t-too m-much~ a-aahhhhhh~~ Z-Z-Zevy~~~ Halllsinnn~!”

Another wave of pleasure rushes through you, a dry orgasm from Halsin suckling on your overly sensitive clit, his tongue swiping the little bud one last time before pulling away, his fingers leaving you with an obscene pop.

You were a sweaty, sticky, panting, shaking, and crying mess… It felt as if you were going to pass out, the world around you spinning and swirling.

You were dimly aware of the movement behind you, rustling and pulling you into his lap, into Zevlor’s lap. His cock already hard and rutting against your still sensitive pussy.

The feeling of Zevlor pushing into causes a pathetic whine to fall from your mouth. Your hips pulled flush against his, his cock buried to the hilt, the tip kissing the entrance to your womb, “Ngh, Zev~ Haaaaaaaa~ too much, it's- hhaaaa- so good- fuuuuuckk- but too- too much, t-tooooooo m-much. M-mooore~!”

His tail wrapped around your thigh, spreading your legs wider granting Halsin better access…

The Druid positioned himself at your already stuffed hole, the tip of his cock pushing inside of you, the head of his large cock attempting to slip in and stretching the sensitive ring of muscles…

You weren’t sure who spiked the three of yours drinks with one of Ethel’s potions, but you were thankful they did. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be to fucked out tomorrow so you can find and thank whoever it was..

[zevrra]

I loved those headcanons about Joel, and I was wondering if you could write some more about him... maybe more headcanons or a drabble about Joel eating out his girl? 👀

tags: 18(+), mdni, very nsfw, suggestive content, fem!reader, m/f oral sex, mention of fingering, mention of overstimulation, mention of edging, age gap, anon request, short & sweet

creator notes: sorry this took awhile to answer anon!! i hope you enjoy though! i def had fun writing this little thing for joel……maybe a part 2 will be in the works soon…>:3

A strong hand presses against your hip, pinning you right down to the mattress of the bed you currently lay back on. While his other hand grips your thigh to keep your legs from closing shut tight around Joel’s head. It was his hands that kept you from wiggling away too much. Nestled between your thighs, Joel’s tongue licks a trail across your pussy as his eyes stare directly up at you. Those damned brown eyes could speak a thousand words even with his mouth currently full.

You don’t know how long it’s been, how long since he sank between your thighs to eat you out like a starving man. Time didn’t exist when he lapped at your pussy the way he did. The only thing you were sure of was the scratch of his beard with every shift of his jaw and how good he was making you feel.

“Darlin’,” Joel groans against your lower half. You can barely see in the dim light when he flicks his pretty brown eyes up at you. Wants to make sure you know he’s watching you every second he pleases you. “Quit your squirming.” He adds. You can feel him smirk against your skin, squeezing your thigh as a small warning. As if you could stop your body from twitching while his tongue pressed right up against your clit.

You can’t help the moan that tumbles from your lips as his tongue dances across your soaking wet core. Your fingers grip at the sheets beneath you, pulling the fabric as tight as you can to keep yourself tethered to this world. Fearing you might fall head first into oblivion with the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your chest is tight with your second, or maybe this was your third, impending climax.

“Don’t talk with your—fuck—mouth full!” You manage to say. Teasing him the best you could under the circumstances.

Joel laughs at your snarky comment, gathering spit up with his tongue and pressing it directly in between your lips. Using his spit to slip his tongue inside of you in one swift motion. Quickly, while you pathetically moan, Joel replaces his tongue with a single finger. Pushes his finger swiftly inside your pussy up to his second knuckle. Slowly he begins to thrust his finger inside of you. Draws it out and slips it back in at a steady pace, while his tongue returns to press and suck on your clit.

The sensation is tormenting. The slow draw of his thick finger prodding inside of you with the fast flick of his tongue left you panting and breathless. The feeling overstimulates you in the best way. The ache for more all the while being too much; it all builds a sweet storm inside your lower half. And at this point, you’re far too sensitive to last.

His pace never falters as he lures you closer and closer to your end. Your third, or fourth, orgasm is hurriedly coming in like a crashing wave. Your body tenses up tight as spring, causing you to throw your head back with a broken moan. Pleasure turns your blood into liquid lava as you seek for your orgasm. “Joel, god, Joel I’m—“ You cry his name as the spring inside of you winds up tighter, and tighter, and tighter; threatening to snap with your orgasm.

Instead at the last second, just before you can fully enjoy your pleasure seeking climax, Joel stripes you of it. Removing his mouth and his fingers away from your aching pussy with a devilish smirk.

You whimper at the loss of your orgasm as your body trembles from your denied high. You turn your head to the side with a sharp, desperate whine escaping your lips. With ease, Joel kisses at your inner thigh. His grip on your other thigh and the one at your hip loosens as he soothingly now rubs into your skin.

“Joel!” You complain with a whine of his name, pouting right at him when you finally manage to look down at him and his comfy spot between your thighs. And as you find his gaze, those deep brown eyes of his stare right into your soul. A fire of passion raged inside of him; just as much as it did inside of you.

“You better ask nicely if ya want me to keep going baby.” Joel responds with a deep chuckle. Kissing dangerously close to where his lips had previously just been but not close enough to continue with pleasing you.

Of course now of all times he was planning to tease you. To drag this out further and further, edge you longer and longer until you finally break and beg him to fuck you.

God, you were in for a very long night.

[heejake-hoon]

Desperate and needy JakeWon x reader(+18) Warning: a lot of teasing,slight slight bondage (if u squint), dom!reader,oral(m), cum eating(f)

JUNGWON:

"Please, Y/N," Jungwon whimpers, straining against the silken ties binding his wrists to the headboard. "Please, I need- I need you to-"

"Shh, baby," you soothe, trailing a teasing finger down his chest, his stomach, skimming maddeningly close to where he's aching for you. "I'll touch you when I'm good and ready. You just lie there and look pretty for me, okay?"

Jungwon makes a frustrated noise, hips canting up in search of friction. You smile wickedly, keeping your touch light and fleeting, tracing idle patterns on his overheated skin.

"Y/N," he tries again, voice breaking on a desperate keen. "Please, I can't- I need more, need you, fuck-"

"Oh, I know exactly what you need," you purr, finally wrapping your fingers around his straining cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Jungwon bucks into your touch with a choked moan, head tipping back against the pillows. "Need me to take care of this pretty cock, don't you baby? Need me to make you feel good?"

"Yes," Jungwon sobs, trembling as you start to pump him faster, thumbing over his weeping slit on every upstroke. "Yes, fuck- just like that, please don't stop-"

You hum, leaning down to swirl your tongue around his tip before sucking him into your mouth without warning. Jungwon cries out sharply, back arching off the bed as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"Shit, Y/N, omg, your mouth," he babbles, abs flexing as he fights the urge to fuck up into the tight, wet heat of you. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Love how you- ah, fuck, right there-"

You pull off with a filthy pop, grinning up at him wickedly. "You gonna come for me, Jungwonie?" you ask sweetly, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. "Gonna make a mess all over yourself like a good boy?"

Jungwon whines high in his throat, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Please," he begs, hips jerking in aborted little thrusts as he chases his release. "Please, I need it, I'll be so good for you, Y/N. I'll do anything, just let me come, please-"

"Anything, huh?" you muse, stroking him slowly from root to tip. "Well, in that case...  beg for it, baby. Want to hear how desperate you are, how badly you need to come for me. Go on, Jungwon. Be a good boy and beg."

Jungwon doesn't hesitate, too far gone to care about his pride. "Please, Y/N," he whimpers, straining against his bonds, eyes glassy and drool coming out of his mouth "Please let me come, I need it so bad. Been hard for you all day, been thinking about your pretty mouth, your perfect cunt. Fuck, I just- I need you, need to feel you, please-"

"Shh, I've got you," you soothe satisfied, silencing him with your fingers as he starts to suck on them for you. You reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you take him back into your mouth. You bob your head quickly, cheeks hollowing as you suck hard, tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft.

Jungwon keens, a constant stream of garbled pleas and praises falling from his lips coming muffled as you work him over, pulling away the fingers that were on his mouth to tease his nipples instead, making him truly lose it. "Fuck, 'm so close," he slurs, hips stuttering uncontrollably. "Y/N, 'm gonna- fuckkkk, gonna fucking come-"

You double your efforts, taking him as deep as you can and swallowing around him rhythmically. Jungwon sobs brokenly, back bowing as his orgasm crashes over him, spilling hot and hard down your throat.

You swallow it all greedily, milking him through the aftershocks until he's shaking beneath you. Carefully, you release him, giving his softening cock a few gentle licks while keeping eye contact before crawling up his body and licking into his mouth.

Jungwon whimpers into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue as you lick past his teeth possessively. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you pull back, gazing up at you with glassy, awestruck eyes. "That was... perfect."

You grin, reaching up to undo his restraints and rubbing his reddened wrists soothingly. "Mm, I know. But you were such a good boy for me, Jungwonie. Begged so pretty and took everything I gave you..."

He shivers at the praise, leaning into your touch like a flower seeking the sun. "Anything for you," Jungwon murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "Want to be good for you, always."

JAKE:

You push Jake down onto the bed, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head. He stares up at you with dark, hungry eyes, lips parted on a soft exhale as you grind down against his already hardening length.

"Keep these here," you murmur, squeezing his wrists for emphasis. "Don't move them, okay? Or I'll stop."

Jake swallows hard, nodding jerkily. "Yes, ma'am," he rasps, fingers flexing against the sheets.

You grin, leaning down to nip at his jaw. "Good boy," you praise, relishing the way his breath hitches at the words. "Just lie back and let me take care of you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so good..."

Slowly, teasingly, you start to kiss your way down his body, tongue tracing over the defined ridges of his abs. Jake trembles beneath you, muscles jumping under his skin as you map out every dip and plane with your tongue.

When you reach his waistband, you pause, glancing up at him through your lashes. Jake is watching you with rapt attention, chest heaving and cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and you can see how hard he is trying to contain himself and that made you smile in satisfaction.

Holding his gaze, you slowly undo his fly, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. It springs up against his stomach, flushed and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight.

"Fuck, look at you," you breathe, wrapping a hand around his thick length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "So hard for me already, baby. So desperate for my touch..."

"Y/N," Jake whines, hips bucking up into your fist. "Please, f-fuckkkk pleas-"

"Shh, baby. Patience" you soothe, thumb swiping through the bead of precum at his slit and making him gasp. "Gonna give it to you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, you won't even know your own name by the time I'm done with you"

And with that, you lean down and take him into your mouth, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. Jake makes an erotic and pornographic sound, halfway between a moan and a whimper, hands scrabbling at the sheets as he fights the urge to bury his fingers in your hair and thrust up into your willing throat.

You bob your head slowly, taking him deeper with every pass until your nose is brushing his pelvis, his cockhead nudging the back of your throat. Jake is panting now, abs flexing as he tries to keep still, tries to be good for you.

"Fuckkkk, Y/N, your mouth," he babbles, voice wrecked. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Please Omg-"

You hum around him, the vibrations making his hips stutter. Pulling off, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive crown before dipping into his slit, lapping up the steady stream of precum leaking from his tip.

"Taste so good, Jakey," you murmur, lips brushing his slick flesh with every word. "Love how desperate you get for me, love feeling you throb on my tongue. You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me swallow it all down like a good boy?"

"Yes," Jake sobs, head thrashing against the pillow as you take him back into your mouth and suck hard. "Fuck, Y/N, 'm so close, I can't- shit, gonna come, gonna fucking come down your throat-"

You pick up your pace, taking him as deep as you can and hollowing your cheeks, working your tongue along his shaft as you bob your head faster. Jake's thighs start to tremble, telltale sign that he's right on the edge, and you reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm before squeezing.

That's all it takes. With a desperate, broken moan of your name, Jake comes, spilling over your tongue. You swallow it all greedly, milking him through it until he was wrecked under you.

You crawl up his body after releasing him, peppering his sweaty face with soft kisses until you reach his mouth, capturing his lips in a deep, filthy kiss.

Jake groans at the taste of himself on your tongue, hands finally leaving the sheets to grip your hips, pulling you down against where he's already starting to stir again. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you break apart for air. "You're..... incredible. I think you broke me."

You giggle, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "Mm, well, I did promise to make you forget your own name, didn't I? Guess I succeeded."

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

Helping Hand

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Carl Grimes x Reader (gender not specified)

Summary: after a long day, you just want to help your boyfriend relax

Warnings: graphic descriptions of sexual activities, Oral (M! receiving), moaning, I'm pretty sure that's it

HE'S AGED UP IN THIS

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You gently knock on his bedroom window, sitting on the flat tiled roof. Carl approaches his window with a slight smile on his face when he sees you. He opens the window and pulls you into his bedroom, kissing your neck softly as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Hey you," you whisper in his ear as he hugs you and leans down to kiss your neck, and you can feel him smile against it

"Hey. I missed you," He mumbles into your hair, his voice a little hoarse. His arms are around you, creating little to no space between you as he clings onto you. You kiss his cheek gently under his scar.

"You okay?" You ask softly, taking his face into your hands, caressing his scarred cheek. Carl seems withdrawn as he slightly nods his head, not wanting to let go of you.

You can tell your boyfriend just needs a little bit of rest and comfort right now- he needs to be taken care of, and who better to do that than you?

"Carl... honey... come on, sit down, let me take care of you..." You caress his cheek as he sits down on the edge of his bed.

You stand in between his legs and your hands move down to the belt on his jeans, your eyes looking up at his face for approval to continue. He nods and allows you to unbuckle his belt, gently sliding his jeans off, giving you enough room to move aside his underwear.

You lower yourself onto your knees as he sits onto the bed, taking his firm erection in your hand, pumping it lightly before swirling your tongue around the tip- collecting his salty pre-cum.

"Shit, Y/N," Carl moans out quietly, throwing his head back slightly as you continue moving, bringing your lips and mouth up and down his veiny cock. The plush walls of your warm mouth sucking him off arousing him further, making his hips bucking slightly and his fingers entangled in your hair. You're really making a mess out of him.

Carl's dick twitches in your mouth, your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, jerking him off as your other hand moves up to cup his balls. With your head bobbing up and down on his hard member, he lets out a shuddering moan, before his impending climax crashes over him- his hot, pearly white release filling your mouth, running down your throat as you swallow his cum.

Carl caresses the side of your face, his mouth slightly agape from his previous orgasam, beads of sweat lining his forehead. He smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Thank you, sweetie... I needed that..." He whispers softly, pulling you into a hug. Right now, all Carl wanted was to just go to be able to rest stress free with his lover.

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[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ two lovers entwined, pass me by

"and heaven knows i'm miserable now" —the smiths

content: leo valdez x roman! reader

╰┈▸ back cover: what if leo gets a little too tired of being the seventh wheel, wait- ninth wheel? (and meets a girl who is a d1 hater)

╰┈▸ warnings: leo and yn dont hate hate couples its a joke okay (unless its not a joke anymore pls give them love-) cursing, maybe ooc reyna? NOT canon compliant, a bit of angst but overall its silly

librarian's annotations: this is now my fav work if u guys dont like it then dont tell me pls 😣

leo was tired. sick and tired of everyone's public displays of affection! can they at least have the decency to romance each other in the privacy of their own rooms!? he did not build ten of them for no reason! there was absolutely no way they needed to suck face at the dining table. like, right in front of his food!?

okay, he was being a bit dramatic. the most everyone was willing to do in public was hold hands. and maybe share a kiss. but that was a kiss too much! and wasn't reyna supposed to off doing (cool) praetor shit!? ever since her and jason made up, leo has not been able to catch a break! can they stop eyefucking each other already!? (they are simply staring into one another's eyes)

"guys." leo swept his gaze over the dining table. he was seated at the end, giving him an unwarranted view of everyone paired up. apparently, love is also deaf, since no one turned their head to him.

"guys!" leo raised his voice. would he be heard over the sound of their unspoken conversations? heads finally spun to look at him, as if they just remembered he was there.

"can you guys like, eat? or do this-" he gestured widely. "elsewhere? and by elsewhere i mean not in front of me."

they all managed to give him the exact same look that was a mix of embarrassment at being called out, and something that said "poor leo, he's so single!" oh come on! jason made it even worse by putting a—what was supposed to be—comforting hand on his arm. "it's okay, leo. i'm sure you'll find someone one day."

this was not funny at all. and leo would know; he's the funniest guy ever! he snatched his arm away with an utterly aghast expression. "ew! get your pity off of me!" he shuddered, playing up the theatrics and wiped his forearm over jason, giving him his couple-cooties back.

the blond reeled back, laughing at his best friend's antics. "what was that for!?"

"don't act like you don't know!" he sneered accusingly.

nights were always the worst for leo. they were quiet, and not the calm, peaceful quiet when he would stay out and watch the sun set, the time before his happiness came to an end. it was an empty quiet, devoid of the laughter he caused, his thoughts become louder to fill up the silence.

(it was night when his mother died, when he had burned down the warehouse. when he had killed her. it was night when he awoke to the front door slamming, the sounds of drunken yells and glass splintering were backing instruments in an interlude of impending misery as he waits for the sun to shine once again. it was night when he ran away, with nothing more than his heavy heart and some left over change.)

leo's thoughts ran rampant with the feelings he kept in a glass box. always there, always seen, very fragile yet rarely opened. sometimes he would shake it a little too hard, and it would come crashing down like a bottle of alcohol, spilling insecurities instead of wine.

tonight was one of those times.

he doesn't know what brought it on. well, he lied; it was the sight of everyone at dinner, looking happy and complete without him. but he was used to it. it shouldn't have bothered him this much. but the more he let it stew, the more it hurt. leo loved his friends, sure, but he couldn't help but have a little bit of resentment at how easy it was for them to make up, make out. hell, even piper got a girlfriend, a mortal one at that! between traveling and fighting monsters, he didn't even know that was possible. what about him was so unlovable?

as he tossed and turned to shake off the voices in his head, he knew that this would be another sleepless night.

today was going to be a good day; leo could feel it in his gut. the skies were clear, there were no monsters coming to wake them up, and the engine was running smoothly. he had time to work on his little projects all day today! he hummed a tune as he walked to the engine room, or his work room for today, and spun a wrench in his hand. maybe he had a little skip to his saunter, a pep in his step. something about today was just so-

his gut lied to him. (maybe he was hungry?) the wrench clattered to the ground as he came to an abrupt stop. "oh. my. gods." leo paused between every word to further emphasize his disdain.

the sight was scandalous, completely and irrevocably scandalous. like, i-need-to-wash-my-brain-out scandalous. and leo was so not being dramatic this time.

percy and annabeth flinched away from each other in a half-asleep fumble, trying to act as if they had not just been caressing each other's bodies mere moments ago. (okay, maybe he was being dramatic again) this wasn't even a romantic place to do that! and leo would know, he's such a romantic guy. what was the purpose of his hard work of making bedrooms if they were just going to sneak off and desecrate his beloved engine room!?

"frank catching you two once wasn't enough?" leo huffed and bent down to pick up his dropped tool. "now i have to see the two of you fraternizing in my domain!?"

"that's not even the proper word-" annabeth had tried to hold back, but the urge to correct him was too much.

"i don't care! shoo!"

leo was so done. his perfect day had been ruined first thing in the morning! now it was late, he was tired, and he was finally heading back to his room to get some much needed rest after holing himself up all day working on random knick-knacks. a soft noise caught his attention. it was dim, the lights low since him and annabeth wanted to save electricity. he felt the familiar dread in his stomach. there was absolutely no way this could be happening.

"we shouldn't do this here..." wait, was that reyna?

"i know.. but i'm gonna miss you when you leave." no. no. NO. the direction the two very very familiar voices were coming from was right in front of the hallway to his bedroom. "please?"

leo was torn. he didn't want to walk in on them, but he couldn't spend another night in the engine room! he wanted his comfy bed right now!

he slapped a hand over his eyes and stepped heavily on the wooden floorboards, giving them a much needed warning. he heard the sound of fabric and shuffling, a satisfied smirk gracing his face.

"are you guys decent?" leo asked, still squeezing his eyes shut under his hand.

jason huffed, no doubt red in the face. "it's not like we weren't in the first place."

leo dared to open his eyes, finding that not only was his face red, but there were bruises starting to dapple his neck. ew. he did not want to think about how that came to be. "uh huh. well go and canoodle somewhere not in front of my room, please and thank you."

"canoodle?"

"reyna i told you, i don't wanna go!" you grumbled akin to a toddler, despite your status as the centurion of the first cohort. you took off your armor, dropping it to the ground haphazardly. "i don't need to see you and mister perfect canoodling in front of me!"

the praetor snorted and shook her head. "'canoodling?' you're the second person i've heard use that word this week." she paused, a thoughtful expression passing over her face. "you guys would get along well, i think. anyways, i'm not asking as a friend, i'm ordering you as praetor."

oh that was so unbelievably low! "what!? reynaa!" you stretched out the end of her name in an embarrassingly childish whine. good thing it was just the two of you here, otherwise no one would let you live it down. "i thought they were supposed to be going soon anyway!?"

"you heard me. and no, they're staying for a couple more nights. something about the engine being broken again?" she shrugged, an amused glimmer breaking through her usually serious front. "besides, we have a lot to discuss about the whole gaea thing, and who better to bring than you? you're my right hand woman."

you tried to hide a smile at her words, but sweet-talk always won you over. "ugh, fine. i guess i'll go."

something was up. you knew that from the moment she asked you to "wear something other than purple for once." who even owned anything but purple!? heck, you didn't even know reyna had different clothes outside of uniform! was that even allowed? you'd only ever seen her wear the same shirt as you, and a toga if the event accounted for it.

you sifted through your wardrobe, digging through masses of violet and coming up blank. oh well, guess its uniform time again. not that you minded all that much.

"you are changing." reyna shook her head, giving you a disappointed look only a mother could offer. this wasn't even a big deal! what was so wrong with your shirt? you rather liked purple!

"but why!? what better way to represent rome than this?" you gestured to your clothing. "aren't we talking business? also this is like the only shirt i have."

"because-"

"you just wanna look all pretty for your boyfriend." you cut her off, faking a gag. "doesn't mean i have to look pretty."

her shoulders tensed and you drew back, already anticipating her near-fatal blow.

"reyna? you know i was just kidding- OW!"

"-wait this is so my color actually." you checked yourself in her mirror. who knew reyna had fashion sense? although not much was required for a simple shirt and jeans.

she nodded and got to her feet. "suits you well. consider it my apology."

"huh? apology for what? for hitting me? aww you're so-"

"no. for what's about to happen to you." a solemn expression took over her face. she was well aware of your exaggerated hatred for couples. maybe you were just a bitter single, but she wasn't about to tell you that. she hoped you would soon be taken (not literally) and stop harassing her for her romantic escapades.

that was ominous. should you be scared for your life? "what the hell does that even mean?"

oh. now you knew exactly what it meant. as the two of you boarded the argo ii, she was immediately swept into a bone-crushing hug by jason, as if he couldn't bear to let her go ever again. you almost threw up at the sight. how could your beloved best friend be reduced to a lovesick schoolgirl at the touch of a man!? a man that had forgotten her! (and remembered, and apologized, and confessed his love- okay, you were starting to see her side quite clearly)

you turned your head away entirely, not wanting to see all that. but everywhere you looked, a new couple seemed to pop up. it was like your worst nightmare come to life. percy and annabeth? piper and some girl? frank and hazel? holding hands? since when were they a thing!? sweet hazel and shy frank? they were—admittedly—adorable, but still!

your only respite was leo looking just as exasperated as you. he must have it way worse; he had to live here with all of them. you shuddered. you were glad you weren't in his place right now.

you stood awkwardly to the side as they reunited. do they do this all the time? and everyone's just cool with it? maybe they can relate, with their taken-ness and all. ugh.

leo peeked at you curiously from the corner of his eye. your expression was as clear as day, face scrunched up in disdain as he traced your gaze to the practically infinite amount of couples onboard. he nodded internally, knowing exactly how you were feeling. but hey, he couldn't just let a pretty girl like you stay unhappy on his ship, not if he could help it!

"hey there," leo said smoothly, or as smooth as he could be after he had almost tripped on the crack between the floorboards. "i'm leo."

finally! someone had the decency to entertain you. "i know you! you're the guy that made octavian throw a hissy fit for firing at new rome!" shit, was that a weird thing to say for a first time interaction? too late now.

the brunette cringed at the mention of his possession. "uh, that's not what most people know me by, but yeah..?"

"oh? and what do most people know you by?" consider yourself intrigued.

leo perked up at your question, having been given an amazing opportunity to charm you. "well obviously it's my rugged good looks, and ingenious inventions, and-"

"we're starting dinner now!" jason called out from the dining table, before recieving an elbow to the gut from reyna and a harsh whisper from piper.

you were lost in your thoughts, zoning out as everyone spoke around you. leo's actually kinda... a tiny part of you popped the idea into your head. he was kinda, indeed. gods, i hate couples. a much larger portion of your mind seemed to yell. do you, or do you just hate being single? you asked yourself. huh. well it's probably-

a cough to your left caught your attention. it was leo. when his brown eyes met yours, you couldn't see a trace of that same boy who was described a traitor and a freak for firing at new rome. maybe something really did possess him.

"wanna know how i built this ship?" he asked excitedly. it was clear that the argo ii was his pride and joy.

"yeah!" you grinned, his cheerfulness rubbing off on you. who cares if he fired on new rome anymore? that was so last tuesday.

"so first, i had this cool metal dragon..."

unbeknownst to you, annabeth whispered across the table to reyna. "i think it's working?"

so, the dinner wasn't anything about business. you did learn a ton from leo though! that was business enough wasn't it? still, you couldn't help the pang of guilt that came with not getting anything work-related done. it was practically in your genes as a roman.

"y/n! you should stay the night!" hazel encouraged from the sofa across you. she was met with choruses of yeahs! and you shoulds! by the other girls, including reyna.

"oh!" you laughed awkwardly, trying to think of a way to politely turn them down. as much as you would love to stay and get to know them, you had a job to do. even if that job was getting all the legionnaires in your cohort to bed by curfew. (like seriously, the amount of times you've had to reel in couples you caught sneaking out was crazy. maybe that's where your hatred came from.) "i'd love to, but i have... centurion duties and all that."

"but reyna has praetor duties and she's staying," annabeth argued. her gray eyes shone with an intensity you only saw on the battlefield. what was going on?

that was new information to you. "you're staying?" you questioned your friend, who looked away with a hint of embarrassment.

"jason's leaving soon," she coughed. after being apart for so long, you could hardly blame her for wanting a little more time with him. "but that's besides the point. you should stay."

you crossed your arms, trying to come up with another excuse. "uh, i don't have clothes to change into?" it was a weak attempt, but you hoped it would work.

"i can lend you some," hazel piped up from the side, obviously eager to make you stay.

aw. she was always so nice. but you had a feeling there was an underlying motive you just couldn't figure out.

you tried again. "i don't think there's a spare room for me to sleep in."

"there's an empty one by leo," piper pointed out.

well, that was it. they refuted all your claims and left you no choice but to stay. you heaved a sigh and relented. "fine."

you weren't sure how it happened, but you ended up with leo again. so much for girls night. but you couldn't complain, leo was good company. he never let the silence stew between you guys for too long, always switching between one topic to the next, until somehow, you were both talking shit about your pathetic love lives and the insufferable ones of those around you.

"you wouldn't believe how many times i've caught these people! i swear, they can never keep it in their pants for more than two seconds! it's like, trauma at this point!" you rolled your eyes, absolutely abhorring the new legionnaires in your cohort.

leo laughed, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. he looked over his shoulder, before leaning in as if telling you a secret. "like two days ago, i caught jason and reyna making out! he had hickies all over his neck!"

you gasped at the scandalous behavior of the two most serious people you knew. "what!? no way..."

the curly-haired boy nodded vehemently. "yes way! it was so gross."

eventually, it was time for the both of you to say your goodnights. leo led you to your room, giving you a cheeky wink before he retreated into his own. you shut the door, and threw yourself into bed.

maybe it was the unfamiliar environment, maybe it was the fact that you were way up in the air, or maybe it was leo running circles around your mind. whatever the reason was, you couldn't sleep. or maybe you chose not to, just to have an excuse to see the stars. the time when they were out was the only time you'd allow yourself a break.

you crept out of the room, careful not to make noise as you made your way out onto the deck. the air was crisp, a gentle bite against your skin. it seemed that the god of the sky was on your side tonight, for the clouds were nowhere to be seen, only the full moon of artemis and the familiar stars shone. you made yourself comfy on the floor, leaning back against the railing as you took a deep breath.

it would be another night of no sleep for leo, that much he could tell. he groaned into his pillow. he couldn't tell if it was the new crush already forming on you, or his angst from a few days before. regardless, his nervous energy made him get up and pace the room, fidgeting with a screw he found on the floor. with footsteps light, he traveled the small area, before something told him to get some fresh air. he obliged. it was better than being in his stuffy room.

as he went up the stairs to the upper level, he caught sight of a figure in the distance. leo's curiosity spiked. he walked closer, the image of you coming into view. your eyes locked on his, a soft smile gracing your face at seeing him. "hey."

"hey." leo dipped his head in greeting, and sat down beside you. "mind if i sit here?"

you shook your head and returned your gaze to the starry night sky, a comfortable silence settling between you two, with only the tapping of leo's fingers against the floor filling the air. it was different, being alone with him. he seemed different. he was quieter, more mellow.

"i hate nights." leo blurted out, breaking the peace you two had shared.

"really?" you asked softly. he braced himself with the condescending remark that was sure to come after, but it never came. instead he received a genuine interest from you. "why's that?"

the boy felt his heart beat a little faster. was he really going to tell you, a girl he barely knew, his whole life story? perhaps it was the late hour that made him want to spill everything out. or the feeling that stirred whenever he looked at you, like magnets attracting. and so he did.

and you listened without any interruption, never followed up with that remark he was waiting for, never gave him the pity he hated. instead, you followed up with your own story.

"i love nights. for me, it's the only time i really feel free. when everyone else is asleep, and it's just you and the stars. away from all the rules." you looked up. they seemed so close from here, way up in the floating ship. they twinkled like glitter, flashing heys and hellos and nice to see you agains. it was beautiful.

leo admired you the way you did the stars. they reflected off your eyes and made your irises shine, the same way fire casted a diffused glow on everything around it. maybe nights weren't so bad after all, if every one of them would be spent with you.

and when you leaned against him to rest your head on his shoulder, whispering secrets into his ear? oh, caligula would have blushed. (leo knows he sure did)

"operation get leo a girlfriend, complete!"

"i thought we were calling it operation get y/n a boyfriend?"

"whatever. operation leoy/n is a success!"

"...you know we can hear you guys, right?"

[fairytsuk1]

morning sex with Alex. 😋😋

morning sex with alex!!

alex doesn’t sleep well so I imagine he’s always choosing to sleep in with you WHICH MEANS morning sex all the time dare I say its one of his favorites!

i imagine he sleeps in shorts and a tank so i know it’s heavenly feeling his soft muscular arms wrap around you or even him tugging you closer into the firmness of his chest AAAAAA

sucking hickeys on your neck in a sleep-addled haze, fingertips just barely brushing the waistband of your panties, “mm…”

he sighs in your ear. the low timbre in your voice makes you stir, makes your legs fall apart wider and alex pull you even closer. he’s only half-hard, but you can feel him growing harder with every slight rock of his hips against the small of your back.

“lex…”

“yeah?”

it’s still so quiet. the sun is the only one awake with the two of you, bathing your bodies in golden light as he tweaks your nipples and hotly brings you into feverish kisses.

“need you,” you whisper, “right now.”

“yeah, yeah…” he sighs into your mouth.

his hair is shaggy and messy. alex sucks on your nipple hard and a squeak is forced out of you, “oh fuck!”

“always taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

the sheets make rustling sounds as boxer shorts are pushed down and pink panties are kicked off. alex’s cock sits leaking on your lower stomach. it’s so intimate the way he pushes the head through your soaked folds, “fuck.”

it always feels heavenly when alex fucks into you raw. his heavy tip dragging against your walls and hitting your spot with a heavy hand. the air feels thick when alex splits you open, hands pushing on your thighs to see your creamy hole squeeze around him.

“fuck, alex, stretching me so good! i love it, aah!”

alex whimpers into your neck. he practically preens at your praise, balls slapping against your ass and a shaky thumb winding circles around your clit, “i love fucking you. i love this, ohmygod, i-i’m close.”

his voice peaks and your legs are shaking from your impending orgasm. he’s so hot, and the snap of the coil being stretched is so close you can almost taste it. alex’s meek noises spur you on. they’re deep from the morning yet needy from your pussy, “cum around me, mi amor. oh shit!! w-wanna feel you cream around me—ungh!”

your mutual orgasm crashes upon the two of you, nerves sizzling like a hot pan. your thighs clench under the pads of his fingers, alex’s balls churning as he shoots hot, white ropes into your walls.

“fuckk…”

alex heaves, sweat droplets making their way down his temple. his hands shakily release your legs as he collapses onto your form. it’s quiet and still now. even the sun shines brighter through the blinds.

it’s still early. but you savor alex at any time of the day, but especially in the morning;)

[kentocidal]

10:34PM || SAWAMURA DAICHI

users: sawamura daichi x fem!afab!reader

cws: marathon sex. daddy kink. dacryphilia. size kink. prone bone. use of stoplight system check-in. selfship coded.

from the program: whoops.

daichi sawamura has a lot of energy. he used to be an athlete, now working in a high-intensity position as a firefighter. his body, though not as lean as it used to be back in high school, is still muscular and well built. he moves like water, adrenaline on high when his phone pings and he gets up from the dinner table to rush to a fire call. despite being older now, he still contains that boyish energy, a part of him that takes a long time to extinguish. he does not get tired easily.

this directly translates into his sex life with you.

daichi holds you up by your hips and fucks into you with a fervor that should be incriminating. his cock is thick and hefty in comparison to his average length. you feel like you’re ripping in half every time the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot and fills you to the brim.

his balls slap against your twitching clit, overstimulation having already been pushed through your veins as he works you towards another orgasm. he can feel it in the way your thighs shake and your cunt clenches around the length of his cock, and he sucks in pants through his gritted teeth.

“c’mon baby, again, do it again for me.”

you’d already cum once, a frothy ring making the bedroom fill with wet sounds as his cock gets coated in your spend. he didn’t stop, and he clearly won’t, not until he’s satisfied and you’re fucked out of your mind.

“daddy-!” you cry into your pillows with a half-sob, nails curling into the sheets so hard you fear you might tear the fabric. he’d assured you, once, that he bought high thread count sheets so you could claw at them and they’d never rip. or maybe he was finding excuses to spoil you, since you always denied his attempts to do so.

you felt the telltale sign of your impending orgasm suddenly start spreading through your stomach, and you gasped before letting out a guttural moan as your high crashed into you like a bus. you shook, knees giving out from under you. daichi was there to keep his cock buried deep in your convulsing cunt by wrapping a thick arm around your waist, groaning from the feeling of you around him.

“thaaat’s it, babygirl. that’s daddy’s good girl, perfect. much better.”

your blood roared in your ears as he slowly lowered your body down to the mattress, your sheets feeling damp to the touch. it was probably from how sweaty you both were, not that you had the capacity to care after the mind-numbing orgasm you just had.

you heard the sniffles before you felt them, the wet tracks of tears starting to cool against your cheeks. you weren’t sad, far from it, and yet your body was reacting to the strong wave of emotion and feeling.

“daddy,” you whined out, dragging out the ‘y’ at the end, and daichi groaned low in his throat.

you felt his cock jump in your heat, still buried deep, and it made you whimper loudly.

“you okay baby? you crying over daddy’s cock?”

“i-…” you couldn’t find words, not when daichi was suddenly laying over your back and planting the balls of his feet on the mattress. his one hand found the back of yours and slotted his fingers between your own, holding your hand down to the pillows; the other shifted to swipe your tears away with his thumb.

“color?”

“g-green,” you hiccuped, and you almost immediately felt the slow drag of daichi’s cock pulling back before bullying its way back in. you punched out a warbled moan; he had you flat against the mattress, humping into you like a man starved. he was so big — he felt like a weighted blanket over your back and it made you almost feel tiny in comparison to his broad shoulders and softened stomach.

he still hadn’t cum.

“again. just one more. again.”

it would not be just one more. you prayed it wouldn’t be just one more.

[sluttyminghao]

wonwoo when he finds out you really like his hands….

he'd heard you talking about it with your friends when you were all having get-together drinks in your apartment. he hadn't meant to, but he just so happened to remove his headphones and pause his game when he overheard your drunken giggles and attempt at hushed whispers.

"i really like wonwoo's hands, like, they're so BIG and strong and god I wish he'd manhandle me a little more..."

after that sentence, his mind goes static. he thinks back to previous times when you had taken a particular interest in his hands, and mentally facepalms at all the times he hadn't acted on it. it seemed so obvious now.

just thinking about it had a tent forming in his sweats, and he was annoyed that he couldn't do anything about it until your friends left.

he could hear you pattering around outside the bedroom door, and upon opening the door, he almost gets knocked to his feet when you jump at him, and wrap your legs around his waist. you were still drunk, but seemed to have sobered up enough to be coherent.

"having fun baby?" he asks, grin on his face when he gets a good glimpse at you; hair mussed and eyes glazed over from the alcohol, and your cheeks felt warm to the touch. typical alcohol flush. you laugh and smash your face into his chest, which simultaneously makes him laugh.

"soooo much fun! would be more fun if they left and we could have our own fun though..." you trail off, your hand sliding under his shirt and feeling for his abs. he feels his cheeks grow warm and doesn't trust his dick, so he moves you away from his body and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"I heard you talking about my hands earlier." he watches with delight as your eyes widen and can see your breathing quicken. just as you open your mouth to talk, he presses his finger to it, silencing you.

"you dont have to talk baby, but I'm sure that my fingers can provide you with some relief before you go back out to them, hm?" his fingers deftly move beneath your shorts and make quick work of moving your panties to the side, his cool fingers coming into contact with your warm flesh.

he moves his fingers in circles over your clit, watching you bite your lip and whimper into his shoulder as he gets you right to the edge. it didn't help that you were so needy beforehand, and the alcohol was a factor in your neediness.

"all you have to do is ask me baby, i'd be happy to show you what I can do with my hands" he grabs your waist as your knees buckle, sensing your impending orgasm due to your shaky breaths and slickness covering his fingers.

"cum for me, cum all over my fingers."

it's like he has you controlled, your orgasm crashing over you and whimpers escaping from you, hoping the girls outside the flimsy door hadn't heard.

but wonwoo wasnt done.

"suck them clean darling." he smirks when you greedily suck on his fingers, cleaning each one of your juices. it makes his cock twitch and the tent in his sweats is more than prominent now, but he's not thinking about that as he pats your butt and scoots you out the door.

"go have fun with your friends baby, I'll be waiting for you."

[http-tokki]

You're safe with me

~ levi ackerman x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: domestic levi, anxiety,nightmares, levi being a supportive bf ~ wc: 630 ~ "Sweetheart, I'm right here"

You wake with a gasp, hands clutching the sheets and eyes flying open as you are startled awake by the twisting in your gut. Levi stirs next to you, the light sleeper that he is as you jolt upright and start to pant as the anxiety starts to take hold of you.

You can’t think, can’t speak, can’t move, cant breathe as you desperately try to suck more air into your body as you feel the impending doom of the world falling on your shoulders. The hand you have twisted in the sheets slides to Levi, gripping onto whatever you can find first to anchor yourself to your current reality so you don’t slip into the next.

Levi feels the sharp sting of your nails in his skin, his brain taking a second to realise what was happening before launching into action. He has seen this all before. The panic that wakes you from sleep, the dreams of him dead and gone, the ice cold fear that floods your veins as you try to reclaim your brain. He too suffers from the nightmares so he is well aware of the toll they take on your body, on your mind. Levi sits up to join you, hands sliding up to your face as he pushes the hair away from your eyes and starts to speak to you.

“Hey, you’re safe. You’re with me and I’m alive and you’re safe” his voice is thick with sleep but he needs to reassure you. “Sweetheart, I’m right here”

Tears fall from your eyes as you continue to gasp. Big heaving breaths shake your body as you start to tremble, skin cool with a layer of sweat. Levi’s arms wrap around you, pulling you close to him and back down the the warm sheets. His arms and legs wrap around your body, enveloping you in him as the sobs start. Short and shallow with hot tears and a running nose you cry into his chest, fingers gripping onto his sides as you wake from the dream. You don’t know if the tears are happy or pained, a mix of emotions floods through and sits heavy in your gut.

“You’re safe. Im right here.” Levi coos as his hands start to slide over your back.

“I’m sorry” you start babbling, apologises falling from your lips before you can register that you’re talking.

You don’t know what you’re apologising for. Maybe you did something in your dream and your brain was just catching up, but you needed to say those words; for him to hear them.

Levi shushes you with a gentle shh and kisses your forehead. “It’s okay baby, I’m safe and so are you. We’re both here and safe” his fingers start to card through your hair. “Nothing is wrong and everyone is okay.”

You nod at his comfort, burying further into him as you continue to cry. Moments like this were far and few between since the months of you moving in with the captain, his presence alone soothing that part of your soul that ached to know about his safety and whereabouts, but when they did happen Levi was always there. Always ready to comfort you in anyway needed. One time going as far as humming a comforting lullaby you had shared with him, but he knew the pain that came with dreams of being alone. Of having his entire world crashing down in flames and how he could do nothing but watch the fire burn into ash.

“I’m here and I love you” he whispers and kisses your sweaty forehead. “We’re alive and safe”

Levi feels you nod against his chest, tears slipping over his skin but your sobs have lessened and breathing was returning to normal.

“You’re safe with me”

A/n: I’ve been having insane anxiety when I wake up so much so that I’ve been waking up gasping and it happened again this morning so this lil idea was born. NOT PROOFREAD

[drewsbuzzcut]

https://www.tumblr.com/drewsbuzzcut/746302839800922112/i-miss-nick-and-dallas

i miss them so much too!! can you write something for tomorrow of them officially getting engaged?

With All My Heart

Nick Moldenhauer x Dallas Blankenburg

A so it goes blurb

Warnings: smut and mentions of getting married

So I already wrote them officially getting engaged at the end of this! However, I decided to do a little smut after they get engaged

Dallas’ eyes are glued to Nick and the way he moves down her naked body. His lips trail delicately from her sternum to the bottom of her stomach.

“I love you, future wife.”

Dallas smiles widely and bright with her singular dimple popping out. She feels those familiar flutters in her stomach at the thought of their upcoming nuptials. She can’t wait to be his wife, to be his forever.

“I love you, future husband.”

Not being able to handle being so far, Nick scales up her body so he’s hovering over her. He cups her cheek and locks eyes with hers. Every declaration of love, every memory, every single moment between the pair swims heavenly in their irises.

Dallas turns her head, pecking his wrist like she’s done many times before. Except this time, sparks of electricity seep under his skin and fill his veins with an overwhelming love that he’s happy will continue to flourish.

“Let me make love to you,” Nick whispers in her ear, kissing the shell and beneath it.

“You have me, baby,” she shudders and melts under his lips and the way they caress her.

He fists his length and guides himself to her opening, and with a subtle push he gets fully sheathed inside of her.

“Oh my god,” Dallas gasps, throwing her head back into the pillows.

Nick’s pace is slow, but his movements are pronounced. The girl’s breasts bounce with every thrust and he slightly bulges in her tummy.

“You feel so good. I can’t believe I get to have you and your pussy for the rest of my life,” Nicks words are met with Dallas’ whiny moans.

Her wet walls suck him in and the suction makes it feel even better when he pulls out. The tip of his cock drags along her and it drags her closer to the edge. A knot tightens in her abdomen and starts to pull every which way- ready to snap.

This one particular thrust sends Dallas reeling. She’s blind with a dizzying haze. Her body arches up into his, and she loops her limbs around his body and pulls him down on top of her. His heated skin feels comforting on hers.

His face goes into her neck and Dallas tightly wraps her arms around his shoulders. Her fingers card through his curls and the tendrils wrap perfectly around her fingers- just as her engagement ring.

“I love you. You’re my everything,” Nick grunts into her mouth, his lips lock with hers and he sucks her tongue into his mouth.

“I love you,” she cries, her hips rutting up to match his movements.

The hockey player pulses inside of her and his balls tighten with his impending release. It doesn’t help that Dallas’ arousal drips down his shaft and collects at the base of his cock. He sneaks a finger down to her clit and traces circles into the bud. She whimpers and trembles under him.

“Cum for me, June bug.”

Dallas finally allows her orgasm to crash into her. Her walls collapse around him and the knot in her stomach explodes. Everything tingles as fire washes over her.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, face red and hair matted to her forehead.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he talks her down, hips thrusting in and out sensually slow.

He pulls them down a rabbit hole of lust and pleasure, making his own orgasm intensify. He goes rigid, only his cock spasming as he shoots his load inside of her. Thick, white ropes of cum paint her insides and she grips down on him to milk him of every drop.

Still lodged inside of her, he flips them over. Landing on his back and with Dallas on his chest.

“That was amazing. I can’t wait to do that with you for the rest of our lives. I can’t believe you get to be mine forever,” she blurts with teary eyes.

She leans up and cups his cheeks. Her thumb swipes over his scarred jaw. The raised skin a reminder of how precious life is, how very little time everyone has. It makes her emotional that she ever thought about throwing away her relationship with the love of her life.

“I love you, June bug. I’m glad you agreed to marry me despite everything that has happened. There’s only you. There will only ever be you,” he states, kissing her lips chastely.

“I love you.” The words cause Nick’s heart to pound in his chest. It’s not the first time they’ve exchanged that declaration of love, but today it holds more weight. More meaning.

Today officially starts their life together.

a/n: Nick and Dallas are officially engaged!! I hope you all enjoy🫶

[idkyetxoxo]

Seven | Allure | The Last Kingdom

"He just loves burning things," 

"He would love hell." 

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Standing beside Finan and a now recovered Osferth, we awaited Uhtred's arrival. "Sihtric has left with the prisoners," Finan revealed once again, and Uhtred nodded in acknowledgement. I couldn't shake the feeling that this for some reason didn't surprise him, he accepted it too easily.

His gaze flickered to me. "I am sorry, I know how you felt about Dagfinn," Uhtred offered, his voice tinged with remorse. I simply shrugged, masking the turmoil churning within.

Internally, I felt a profound sense of betrayal. Sihtric had once been among those who defended me from Dagfinn, yet now, his decision to join their side felt like a knife to the chest.

"I know how to break the curse, but reaching Skade is a near-impossible task," Uhtred continued, his words laden with the weight of uncertainty. I sucked in a sharp breath.

"Sihtric's departure has unsettled the men, they blame you," Finan disclosed, his expression grave as his voice quieted towards the end of his statement. "Some may not want to go looking for her again, rightfully so," I said, acknowledging the legitimacy of their concerns.

"What about Ragnar?" I asked quietly, pulling Uhtred aside as the others granted us a moment of privacy. His gaze met mine, a solemn understanding passing between us as we delved into the depths of our shared sorrow.

"A blade must be wet with Ragnar's blood, and with that blade, the man who killed him must be killed," he revealed, his voice tinged with a somber resolve. A flicker of relief washed over me, knowing that Ragnar's restless spirit would find solace in the halls of Valhalla.

"That way Ragnar will be free to enter Valhalla," Uhtred continued, his words carrying the weight of our collective grief. "We will use my blood," I offered, determination coursing through my veins. Yet, his suggestion caught me off guard.

"Yours or Thyra's," he proposed. "I will do it. It's the least I can do after the pain I caused him," I demanded, my voice heavy with regret and longing.

Uhtred's hand found the back of my neck, drawing me close until our foreheads touched. "We will do it together, the man who took Ragnar from us will pay," he vowed, his words a solemn pledge of justice and retribution.

As Uhtred departed to confer with Aethelflaed, a sense of purpose enveloped him, his resolve unwavering in the face of adversity. With a speech prepared, he rallied his men, his words resonating with the clarity of purpose and determination. In that moment, the fractured bonds of loyalty were restored, united in their pursuit of vengeance and redemption.

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Uhtred, Finan, Osferth, and I rode into a village nestled deep within Daneland's heart. Approached by Guthlac, the thegn of the village, we requested nothing more than food, shelter, and a tankard of ale. His reluctance to host us was evident, especially when he insisted we surrender our weapons with our horses, an offer we vehemently refused.

Our tenure in the alehouse proved short-lived. I reclined, kicking my feet up on the table and tilting my head back as Uhtred delineated our predicament. Guthlac's allegiance to the Danes meant imminent danger. He warned of impending attacks and offered an ultimatum, yield, and our men would be spared. I couldn't help but emit a dry laugh at the sheer audacity of Guthlac's proposal.

As Uhtred ascended the stairs, crashing through the roof, he commanded Osferth to pass him the torches. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Finan remarked, "He just loves burning things," while Osferth quipped, "He would love hell" as they set about obeying his demands. 

The conversation caught me off guard, and I sputtered on my ale, laughter erupting from within as I struggled to regain my composure.

Amidst the distraction outside, we slipped away. Guthlac's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Uhtred shook his head. 

"Allow me the honor," I offered, a sardonic smile curling my lips. Stepping forward, I deftly spun my dagger in the air before plunging it into Guthlac's chest, a sense of satisfaction flooding through me. With a reminder to the villagers of their allegiance to the Lady of Mercia, we departed, leaving behind a village changed by our visit.

The four of us concealed ourselves in the nearby woods as the Danes descended upon the village. 

"Sihtric," Osferth spoke up, his voice tinged with uncertainty and I turned around only to face him, his expression betraying a weighty revelation. "You have something to say to me, boy?" Uhtred's tone was solemn, his gaze piercing through the shadows.

"I do," Sihtric declared, drawing his sword and pointing it towards Uhtred. "Yield to me," he commanded, his words hanging heavy in the air. I scoffed, instinctively reaching for my dagger in response.

Uhtred raised his hands, dropping his weapon to the ground. My brow furrowed in confusion as Sihtric smirked, lowering his sword before enveloping Uhtred in a hearty embrace. Laughter echoed through the woods, mingling with the tension that lingered among us.

"You were playing us. My goodness, they were playing us. Why?" Osferth's voice quivered with disbelief, his confusion mirroring my own. I shook my head in disbelief, returning my dagger to its sheath.

Uhtred's laughter broke through the tension. "If you had not believed it, Osferth, neither would others," he explained, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I fooled you," Sihtric chimed in, a jubilant grin lighting up his features.

"No, I knew," Finan interjected, his resolve unwavering. "No, you did not. Was I good?" Sihtric teased, prompting laughter.

"I'm telling you, I knew" Finan persisted. Sihtric's gaze met mine, his expression shifting. I met his gaze briefly before turning away, retracing my steps towards the others. 

Despite the ruse, his words had struck a chord of truth. A reminder of his ill intended feelings towards me. The release of Dagfinn remained a reality, its repercussions lingering, collateral or not the damage was done.

The echo of his footsteps trailing behind me was impossible to ignore. Seated beneath the sheltering canopy of a tree, I griped my blood-stained dagger tightly, my knuckles turning white with the force of my anger, I refused to meet his gaze as his figure loomed over me.

"I just..." he started, his voice faltering before he let the words die on his lips.

"It's all right," I interjected, my tone devoid of emotion. "You managed to fool us, well done." The words tasted bitter on my tongue, a sharp acknowledgment of his deceit.

I watched as he sighed, a heavy weight of resignation settling over him. I could sense his guilt and remorse. However, the damage had been done. With a flick of my wrist, I cleaned my dagger on the grass, the rhythmic motion a contrast to the chaos raging within my soul.

"Don't worry," I added, my tone clipped, yet resolute, "I still meant what I said. You're still the real problem to me, at least." I held his gaze.

Looking back up at him, I didn't miss the subtle shift in his expression. His face contorted momentarily, betraying a mix of emotions, from remorse to stoicism. His hand wandered to his jaw, a nervous habit that spoke volumes.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. Instead, he turned away and returned to the group.

Sihtric conveyed the news that Bloodhair had met his death, leaving only Haesten at the camp's helm. Skade, the bearer of Bloodhair's fate, knew of Uhtred's promise to shadow walk, yet the camp bristled with guards, rendering the task perilous. 

However, a sliver of opportunity emerged. Skade was granted the liberty to gather grass and herbs near a solitary tree on the far side of the camp.

Uhtred, seizing the moment, instructed Sihtric to convey his proximity to Skade and to bring her by the designated tree.

Guided by Sihtric, Skade joined us beneath the sheltering boughs of the tree, and the six of us stealthily retreated as Haestan's forces stirred in response to our presence. Sihtric deftly led us to the dock, where we launched a calculated assault on the guards.

In the heat of the skirmish, one of the guards lunged for Skade. Despite harboring a fervent desire for her demise, I knew Uhtred would not sanction such an act. In that crucial moment, my instincts kicked in, propelling me into action to shield her from harm's way.

The clash of metal rang out as the Dane's attention swiftly shifted towards me, his axe whistling through the air with deadly precision. Reacting with lightning reflexes, I countered the impending strike, the steel of my dagger finding its mark in his leg. But victory came at a cost, his blade grazed my ribs, tearing through fabric and flesh alike, a searing pain erupting through my body like wildfire. 

Blood blossomed across my garments, staining them crimson but I pressed on, unleashing a forceful kick that sent the Dane hurtling into the murky waters below, a splash marking his descent into defeat.

With resolve, I set foot upon the ship, the wooden deck beneath my feet a sanctuary. As the sails unfurled, carrying us away from the scene of conflict, I cast a defiant gaze towards Haestan, his frustration etched upon his face like ancient runes. 

With a smirk, I couldn't resist the urge to mock him, punctuating with a kiss blown in his direction and a small wave.

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love a bit of miscommunication x

[kupkate04]

A Hapless Endearment || Creepypasta x F. Reader || Chapter 2 - Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

It’s hard to perceive anything around her. The static in her mind is almost crippling and blocks out all her thoughts. Distant whispers erupt throughout the world of endless greys and blacks. It’s like she’s fallen into a void and cannot escape.

A gust of air crashes into her; burning yet ice-cold at the same time. It induces terror; utter fear that grips her heart and compresses her lungs. She finds it hard to breathe and looks around frantically. It’s the same. Everything is the same. She can’t even see the floor beneath her feet, but she knows it’s there. It has to be there. What else would she be standing on?

The static grows stronger, and louder, overwhelming her senses and making her grab at her head in a desperate effort to cut it off. The breeze billows and the voices become more distinct, but she still can’t hear what they’re saying. Are they even saying anything, or are they simply murmurs of agony riding the wind with no further significance?

“Y/n...”

That voice. Something about that voice sends shivers down her spine and prompts her heart to speed up at an unhealthy rate. Her gaze shifts around, trying to locate a source, though ultimately failing.

“Child...come.”

“Come”? Come where? The grating static somehow thickens and stills at the same time, and she furrows her brows. A fog kisses her feet as it rolls across the invisible ground, bringing the inescapable threat of impending doom with it. She stumbles back, finding it does nothing, as the area surrounding her leads nowhere.

“Come to us...”

“Who are you?!” she yells, immediately tensing. She can’t hear herself. She's been...muted. The noise continues to get stronger, and she hits the side of her head, trying to make it stop. It cancels out her thoughts, making her feel helpless. All while a suffocating sensation settles in her chest and it becomes more and more difficult to collect oxygen.

“Join me... Come...”

～

Her grip on the sheets covering her torso tightens as she shoots up in bed, instantly greeted by light from the morning sun shining in through the window and being forced to squint her eyes. She sucks in deep breaths, savoring the air invading her lungs as she tries to calm her rapid heartbeat.

She has had a lot of weird dreams before, but none compare to the one she just woke up from. She stares at nothing, in particular, blinking away the tears that formed in her eyes and refusing to cry. Taking notice of the fluffy feline curled up on her thighs and looking up at her with startled eyes, clearly not happy about being disturbed, she lets out a soft sigh and strokes his back, finally able to steady her nerves and focus on more positive things.

“Sorry I ruined your precious beauty sleep,” she mutters sarcastically, wiping her eyes to get herself awake. She tries to brush the dream off as nothing; just stress creeping its way into her head and injecting her with freaky thoughts. But something about it...unnerves her; like it's much more serious than what she’ll give it credit for.

Leaning her back against the wall of her bed, she runs her hands through her messy hair and releases a yawn, rubbing her eyes before grabbing her phone off of the stool that she had pushed up beside her bed the previous night and turning it on, curious to see if anybody sent her a message, wanting to get her mind off of the nightmare.

None. She drops her phone by her side and slumps down, disheartened. I guess nobody cares anymore. Then again, who can blame them? I’m just an inconvenience, anyway.

She managed to catch a glimpse of the time in the top right corner of her phone before she turned it off, discovering that it’s around 9:40 in the morning. “Sorry, buddy. I’ve gotta get up,” she says, looking down at the cat in her lap that’s gotten settled and is now trying to go back to sleep. His ear twitches in recognition, and she runs her fingers through his thick fur before gently sliding him off of her and standing up.

When her bare feet touch the chilled hardwood floor, she flinches and jumps onto the fuzzy rug in the room’s center, trying to get used to the surface in her mind’s still hazy state. She glances back at the bed, and her e/c eyes land on Marshmallow, who is looking at her in obvious distaste. She narrows them.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s not like you can’t sleep any other time of the day.” He blinks and stands, stretching for a moment before turning away from her and lying back down. “Okay fine, be that way. Drama queen...”

With that, she looks at the closet, then down at the floor, knowing what needs to be done and mentally preparing herself for it. C’mon Y/n, it’s just a floor. A floor made of ice...but a floor, nonetheless. Quit being a wuss and go.

Inhaling to encourage herself, she steps onto the wood and lets out a squeak, her pace quickening the closer she gets to the closet. “Right about now would be a good time to have slippers,” she murmurs to herself, opening the door and stepping inside. She sifts through the different clothes, contemplating what she wants to wear and not having to search for long.

She throws on some shorts and a t-shirt, socks, and a pair of tennis shoes before stepping back out and heading toward the bathroom, hoping that nobody else is occupying it at the moment. To her luck, once she’s out of her room, she finds it empty and strolls inside, closing the door behind her and flicking the light switch up.

After flushing the toilet and washing her hands, she does everything in her morning routine before walking out into the hall and heading down the stairs, instantly catching the whiff of a pleasant scent wafting from the kitchen. Farrah takes notice of her granddaughter entering the doorway and sends her a welcoming smile as she takes a pan of biscuits out of the oven.

“Good morning, hun,” she chirps, removing her oven mitts and turning to face her. “How did you sleep?” Y/n walks closer and shrugs, remembering the endless, dull scenery and the eerie voice whispering those words to her in her head.

“I mean...I had a pretty unsettling dream but, other than that, I slept fine.” Farrah hums and tilts her head. “What about you, Nana?”

“A lot more peaceful now that I know you’re here under the same roof,” she replies, giving her a brief hug, which Y/n gladly returns. “So, you hungry? I made breakfast!” She glances over at the stovetop and nearly drools when she sees freshly-cooked bacon resting on a plate, scrambled eggs in a skillet, and that same pan of biscuits placed beside them. She can feel her stomach rumble as she stares at it, so she nods over-enthusiastically and goes to retrieve a plate and fork from where they were set on the island in preparation.

“This all looks delicious, Nana,” she comments, scooping some eggs onto her plate after gathering several pieces of fried pork. Her eyes meet Farrah’s, and she shoots her a grateful expression. “Thanks for making it.”

“Oh, it was no trouble at all—just like you, my dear, are no trouble at all.” She pats her affectionately on the head before sliding her hand down to cup her cheek, and smiles. “Now go eat your food and enjoy it.” Y/n nods, taking a step back and laying the plate full of food on the counter, aiming to get butter and jelly out of the fridge. She also grabs a spoon and butter knife afterward, using them to smear the two substances across the soft inside of her biscuits before grabbing her plate once again and strolling through the living area until she reaches the dining room.

She pulls a chair out from under the table and takes her seat, anxious to get some food in her stomach and start her day. Farrah soon appears with her own platter of breakfast and sits beside her, the two chatting about various things as they eat, and the time flies by like a flock of birds. At around 10:25, Y/n rises from the chair and heads back to the kitchen, feeling properly filled up as she rinses her dishes.

Her eyes move to the window above the sink, being greeted by the bright morning sunlight and the colorful scenery that she doesn’t get the advantage of witnessing in the city. She spots her grandfather, sitting in an old chair out on the lawn and admiring nature at its finest, lost in thought.

Allowing a fond smile to stretch across her face, she dries her hands on a towel hanging from a rack before poking her head back into the living room. “Hey, Nana...”

“Yes, hun?” She twists her body around to meet Y/n’s eyes in curiosity, and the h/c grips the door frame with her hand and leans forward, letting her arm keep her stabilized so she doesn’t fall over.

“I think I’m gonna go outside for a while if you don’t need me here for anything.” Farrah nods.

“That’s a good idea. Marshmallow needs to be let out, anyway.” As if on cue, the fluffy feline walks down the stairs, tail high in the air and head raised as he jumps to the floor and stops in front of the closed door, sitting down and looking at Y/n expectantly. “Where are you gonna go?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs, glancing down at Marshmallow and meeting his blue-grey eyes. “I was just thinking about going on a walk or something.”

“Yes, some fresh air will do you good after breathing all of that polluted city stuff.” She takes a sip of her coffee thoughtfully. “Just be careful and keep an eye out for bears. Or anything dangerous, for that matter.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She nods in understanding and steps over to the door, opening both it and the screen and allowing Marshmallow to prance through and onto the porch, likely eager to go about his daily hunt and roam. Following him and shutting the door behind her, a warm, familiar breeze hits her in the face as she does so, and she once again carries her gaze over to Phil. “Good morning, Pops.” Her voice raises just enough to get his attention, and sure enough, his head turns in her direction before one corner of his lips quirk upward in a cheery half-smile.

“Mornin', hummingbird! Did you sleep okay?” She bites the inside of her cheek and leisurely makes her way down the stone path leading toward the gate. Thinking back to her eldritch dream, she shoves her hands in her pockets and answers quietly.

“As well as I could, I guess...” Though when he doesn’t seem to hear her, she rephrases her sentence and speaks up. “I slept fine. What about you?”

“Ah, well. You know how it is with all these old joints and bones. They never give you a break.”

“Sorry.” She breathes a sympathetic laugh. “But I can’t say I have any experience in that field.” He snorts in response and leans back in the old patio chair, raising a thick, bushy eyebrow.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause you’re a spring chicken. Trust me darlin’, the years will catch up to you eventually. And then you’ll look like me.” He pats his rotund belly for emphasis. She rolls her eyes playfully and can’t stop the amused huff from exiting her lips.

“We'll see, Pops.”

“Where are ya going?” She unlatches the gate and glances at him before nodding her head in the direction of the opaque forest surrounding the quaint property.

“Walking. I thought I’d try to familiarize myself with this place, again.” She notices when his expression softens, and he briefly looks past the many tall trees, into the shaded woods, and lets a breath slip through his nose before meeting her gaze once more.

“I’m sorry you haven’t been here to visit, Y/n.” Her chest constricts and her eyes drop to the ground uncomfortably. “It’s not right for your dad—your parents—to put themselves before you. They shouldn’t treat you the way they do. I wish you’d let me do something about it.” She shrugs solemnly, her decent mood doing a one-eighty in an instant, though she tries to mask it and instead forces a smile on her face that she hopes is reassuring.

“It isn’t your fault. Dad’s just...just selfish and Mom is...” It’s difficult to find the correct words to describe her mother, and after a moment to think, shakes her head dismissively. “They—they have issues. But yeah, don’t be sorry, I’m okay. Two more years and I’ll be outta there, anyway.”

“Well...you’re more than welcome to stay here, for as long as you need. It gets lonely around here without anyone visiting us.” She brushes a strand of h/c hair out of her eyes and tilts her head curiously.

“Nobody visits you? What about Aunt Darcy?” Her stomach does a concerned flip when she sees his facial expression contort from mildly sympathetic to alarmed in the span of half a second, and her eyebrows furrow, questions zipping through her mind at lightning speed. His hands, she notes, clench the arms of the chair, and his breathing quickens, if only slightly. “Pops...?”

“I—I, uh...” He lets an anxious breath flow out of his mouth as he runs his wrinkled fingers through his hair. “Yeah, no, your aunt and them don't come. They haven't, not in a while...” Y/n can detect the tension in this conversation and how strange Phil’s sudden change in behavior is. Hesitantly, she speaks, her voice low.

“Why? Did you guys fight or something?” Although she hasn’t seen her aunt or her family in over five years, she still remembers her clearly, and she knows that she wouldn’t ever willingly avoid Phil and Farrah. Unlike Darcy’s brother, she isn’t a sour person and wouldn’t let something as ridiculous as a disagreement stand in the way of their relationship, especially since her son Wyatt always loved hanging around here.

“No.” He shakes his head lightly and refuses to meet the e/c eyes of the girl as he collects his thoughts and stitches them into words. “Look...we’ll talk about it later, alright? You just go and enjoy your walk.” He discharges her with a wave of his hand, though she doesn’t move, and stares at him with an obscured look painted across her face.

“What’s wrong, Pops? Did something...bad, happen?”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” he reassures, his tone vagarious. “Be careful out there. Don’t want to get mauled by a bear, do ya?”

Gee, what a pleasant thought, she thinks sarcastically, figuring that he isn’t going to give her the answers that she so desperately craves at this point. I’ll try my luck with Nana when I get back. She gives a dismayed sigh before stepping through the gate and locking it back. “No, sir. I’ll be careful.”

When she receives no response, she turns on her heel and heads toward where she remembers the old trail used to be, the previous subject heavy on her mind. That was weird.

Has Darcy really not come to visit her parents at all? For how long? She supposes that she has been gone for a prolonged amount of time and she’s sure to have missed some things, but just how important are these ‘things’? Something obviously happened between her grandparents and her aunt. But what? Hopefully, she’ll get a logical answer when she returns.

She walks under the willow tree in front of the cottage and is unable to stop herself from glancing down the road, where her mom and dad brought her to and from many times in the past, back when they got along with Nana and Pops. And now her father absolutely refuses to talk to, reconnect with them in any way, all because of a petty argument.

Nah. She narrows her eyes in indignation. He’s just always been self-absorbed. And unfair. And a terrible person. That ‘argument’ was just what pushed him over the edge. 

What even was their argument about? She's speculated, of course, but she can't know for certain without a genuine explanation from one of her parents, but neither of them will do so. In fact, the only time Dad graced her with an answer at all was when she reeled in the courage to ask him why they hadn’t visited Nana and Pops in so long. She believes that she had just turned twelve a few weeks prior when she became curious about it and walked up to him one day in the living room.

“Hey, Dad?” He hadn’t even looked up at her. Didn’t give any indication that he acknowledged his child. “Daddy?”

“What do you want.” It came out as more of a demand than an actual question. Still, he didn’t look up at her, and she had taken a seat beside him on the couch.

“Um, I was just wondering, well... We haven’t seen Nana and Pops in a while—” 

She cut herself off when she was met with the sharp, threatening glare of her father, becoming immediately tense as she stared back uncertainly. It had taken her off-guard, as she had never seen her dad’s eyes as cold as they were at that moment; especially when they were directed at her.

“I don’t want to hear anything about those two.” The way he had said that sentence made her heart drop in concern, and she flashed him a bewildered look.

“...What? Wh-why?”

“Don’t ask questions. Just don’t mention them.” Puzzled would have been a good word for how Y/n was feeling at that moment. Thoughts were swarming her mind, and despite the hard, final tone of voice her father held, she continued.

“But...they’re your parents? A-and I miss them. Don’t you miss them, too? It’s been almost a year...”

“What’d I say?” He snapped at her, his lips pressed together into a firm, angered line. “Don’t. Mention. Them.”

“Dad—”

“My God, you’re more persistent than your mother.” He shot her a disappointed look, though she only craned her neck to the side.

“What’s wrong...?”

“Arguments, Y/n. Arguments about crap that don't concern you.” She couldn’t stop herself from flinching at the harshness of his words.

“Dad...”

“Stop talking and go to your room.” When she stayed still, watching him with wide, inquisitive eyes, he released a huff of irritation. “Now.”

Shaking her head disapprovingly at the distant memory, she eventually rediscovers the path that she traversed down so many times, back when she was merely a child; before she had so many issues weaved into her life. It appears to have not been used in quite a while, as there are weeds growing up from the ground and low-hanging branches swooping down and entangling together, making an archway of sorts. With immensely overgrown grass, she would guess that each blade would have to be around three feet high.

She looks down at her bare legs, a little nervous about stepping through, as it is likely traced with thorns and ticks and chiggers. Maybe I should’ve worn jeans instead... Letting out a defeated sigh, she cautiously steps through the tall, twisty foliage, trying her best to avoid getting scratched by a briar or catching her foot in a weed and tripping.

She glances ahead of her, relieved that the shrubbery thins out a few feet down the path and should be easily manageable. She just has to get there in one piece. Carefully, she takes several slow steps forward, the grass tickling her legs each time she moves, though she ignores it and focuses on making it through.

Should’ve asked if they have branch cutters or something. After a couple of minutes, she arrives in a less hazardous area, and instinctively reaches down to brush her legs and feet off, in the instance that some unspecified insects latched on and are taking refuge on them, though to her ease, finds none. Her hands fall into her pockets and she continues her stroll through the peaceful forest, savoring the natural sounds harmonizing from all around her.

The chirps of the birds and rustling of leaves create a relaxing cadence; a sound that she rarely ever gets the pleasure of hearing. She realizes how much she missed being here, able to roam around and enjoy the area without the interruption of her parents, city life, or drama. Letting out a tranquil sigh, she reflects on how different this summer will be from the ones she's grown accustomed to. She's used to being away from her parents, but she isn't used to spending her time with relatives who want her around. She's barely been here a day and already doesn't want to leave.

Exactly when will her parents be back? It isn’t like they care about her absence anyway, that much is apparent. The only reason they’ll show back up at all is because their work will summon them elsewhere; their fancy jobs with some heartless, billion-dollar company that Y/n couldn’t care less about. Sure, they make a good living off of it, and it isn’t the worst job in the world, but it takes up all of their life. At least when she was little, they made time for her, but now? They don’t even bat an eye in her direction.

Do they even still love me? It’s a question she’s struggled with a multitude of times throughout the last few months, but the answer was always too painful to accept. They haven’t said it since...since I turned fourteen. She remembers it clearly. It was her birthday, they had a cool party, her best friends came—back when she still had some, that is—and her parents took a little time to make her feel special, which, even at that point, was a rare trait to exhibit. But they did it.

Her father had hugged her and told her he was proud of the young woman she was becoming and her mother had stroked her hair, explaining how much she meant to her. That she loved her. It was the last wholesome moment they shared, and thinking about that makes her chest ache with loneliness. Although she wants to think that she still holds a special place in their hearts, she knows the odds aren’t in her favor.

She allows a sad chuckle to exit her lips and shakes her head. Oh, well. A girl can dream, right?

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The masked male walks hurriedly through the dense forest, staying attentive as he listens to the surrounding happenings. The quiet tweets of blue jays, the swishing of leaves, the flow of a nearby stream—all normal, which is good. That means nothing out-of-the-ordinary is lurking about, following him. If they are, they’re doing a good job at remaining silent, though he’s grown customary to the environment and is confident that he’d be able to recognize a threat, whatever form it may take, from wherever it may be hiding.

Mud cakes his boots and the air is thick and muggy as a result of the recently subdued rainstorm. Droplets of water cling to hydrated plants and dampen his clothing every time he brushes against them, though it isn't really a bother to him. Nature is a part of his life and he developed a sort of kinship with it a long time ago.

He feels his phone vibrate from within the confines of his pocket and inwardly rolls his eyes. That’s the fifth time in the last three minutes Ben has texted him. He’s sure that he’s still going on about how something is “urgent” and that he has to “get here ASAP”. What does he think he’s doing? Moving at a snail’s pace? Ben’s house is over half a mile away from his own, and he’s only been walking for about five minutes. No matter how speedy and agile he is, he doesn’t possess the abilities of Superman. Shouldn’t Ben know that? Progressing from one place to another takes time.

After around two more minutes, he finally sees the old cabin come into view, shrouded by vines, weeds, and various other greenery. To oblivious, inexperienced eyes, it’s nearly undetectable, which is perfect. It doesn’t draw attention, and that’s the local preference. Any poor soul that may wander this far into the woods and come across its dilapidated-looking structure, or any of the others, will be taken care of. Immediately. They can’t take a risk; it would be too dangerous.

By the time the phone buzzes a sixth time, he’s already coming to a stop in front of the rustic door that’s made of the same taupe ash wood as the rest of the house, with some minor improvements to better ensure safety. The whole place, whether one’s standing from afar or looking at it close-up, seems like it would be very insubstantial and a hazard to be around, much less live in. But in all reality, it makes quite a good home for the two that take residence there, and it’s most definitely more secure than how it may first appear, thanks to a couple of key individuals and their useful carpenter prowess.

He knocks quietly on the hard surface, stuffing his hands inside of his pockets and waiting patiently for Ben to stop hounding him with text messages, notice that he’s right outside, and allow him in. Shouldn’t he already know where he is? That’s why he installed cameras around the area, right? To observe what’s happening without having to leave the comfort of his chair? Or perhaps that’s what he wants to see Brian about; complain that his cameras are malfunctioning and ask for assistance. He doesn’t know how much he’ll be able to assist him because he doesn’t have half the knowledge that Ben has regarding electronics, but he’ll do what he can if it means getting one of their main lines of defense up and running again.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when yet another message comes through his phone and vibrates against his leg; a feeling he’s beginning to get irked by. Releasing a muffled sigh and deciding it would be better to check whatever text he received instead of ignoring it altogether, he pulls out the small device and swipes down on the notification tab, seeing not six, but ten unread messages from the teenager himself, all of which consist of either “where are you?”, “you gotta get here quickly”, or “hurry up, you anti-social son of a cracker”. 

“Ah, screw you, too,” he mutters to the screen, knowing well that its target won’t hear him unless he has the audio turned on and is secretly listening to him talk. The little creep, he can’t help but think before he finally reaches the last and most recent message:

Just come in, the door’s unlocked

Complying with the invite, he grips the knob of the door with his gloved hand and gives it one swift turn, pushing once he hears a quiet click and entering the household while shoving his phone into the back pocket of his jeans where it rightfully belongs. The interior is nothing special; a kitchen with a small bar and plenty of counter space to spare to the right; a living room with an old, dingy-looking sofa; a recliner; a small table in front of the said sofa; and a narrow hallway straight ahead that has five different doors leading to five different places. Two of them lead to bedrooms, one a bathroom, one a laundry room, and the one at the very end is an entrance into the basement, also known as Ben’s honorary office.

Shutting the door behind him, he ventures farther into the familiar area, counting on the sunbeams currently shining through the dirty blankets covering the windows to light his path and guide him to his destination. Where is his destination? Not able to see Ben nor his roommate anywhere, he assumes one is in the basement and the other is out patrolling, so he begins his trek through the darkened hall until he reaches the closed door, once again wrapping his hand around the metal knob and giving it a firm twist before it creaks open, gifting him access into the electronically lit room below.

He can hear faint voices getting louder; one reasonably deep and the other a few pitches higher as he calmly walks down the staircase. He descends until he reaches the ground, glancing to his left and being met with two easily recognizable figures.

One of them is sitting rather comfortably in a computer chair that was stolen from Amazon, his blond hair swept to the side in a messy, boyish style and his irises a pretty shade of hazel. He sports a pair of Velcro sandals, mutely colored, knee-length swim trunks, a Camp Winnamocka t-shirt, and a backward-facing baseball cap. His appearance is deceptively normal, if one isn't taking into account the deathly pale tone of his skin.

Stood leaning against the wall next to him is someone many feet taller than Ben, body clothed in all black save for the navy blue mask that covers his face and the strands of copper-brown hair sticking out from under his hood. His eyes are nothing but soulless, empty pits that replace where his once chestnut ones used to be, the sockets occasionally leaking a thick black substance similar to that of tar and leaving unwashable stains wherever they travel.

Both heads crane to look at Brian when he appears behind them, and Ben instantly jumps up, his shorter-than-average height noticeable, especially when compared to tall ones like Jack. “It’s about time you get here, slowpoke!”

Ignoring the comment, the man clad in a beige hoodie crosses his arms impatiently and eyes the one in the room’s corner for a moment before turning his attention back on the blond in front of him. “Now, what exactly was so important that it couldn’t wait a couple hours?” His voice is low and pacific, but authoritative, and Ben glances at Jack anxiously.

“We think egghead is going after someone else to make his slave.” Brian raises a brow beneath his makeshift ski mask and gazes down at the boy curiously.

“How do you know?”

“Cause Jack’s been getting all these funky feelings again for a while, I think. And he walked by somebody while he and Otis were trying to find the Entrance, and he said they emitted a really strong, like, odor? Or something? And then—”

“Ben,” Brian says, cutting the boy off in the middle of his sentence and ultimately silencing him, “just let Jack explain it.” His lips part to say something, though he only lets out a quiet huff after a moment before plopping back down in front of the multiple monitors of different areas in the forest and leaning backward in a sulking manner. “Right.” He sighs and signals for Jack to begin speaking, to which he nods and obliges.

“I’ve been feeling strange, lately,” he says, his voice deep and muffled though decipherable nonetheless. He cradles his hands in the pocket of his hoodie as he lightly boosts himself off of the wall with his foot and stands at his full height. “A weird, ominous sort of...tingling, in my chest and mind. I know that means something awful is gonna happen, but I couldn't tell you when that will be.”

Brian processes this newly received information and listens with keen ears, inquisitively waiting for Jack to continue.

“Earlier today, around noon, this feeling got a lot stronger. And it was really sudden; it just hit me with no warning. I looked around a bit and noticed someone walking down a grown-out path. Right when I saw her, I knew that she was the one in trouble.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ben interrupts, holding out his hands in a silencing gesture. “It was a girl? You didn’t tell me that.”

“Because I was waiting to inform the more mature ones who actually focus on the situation rather than something as ridiculous as gender,” he remarks, making Ben scoff. Brian, ignoring Ben altogether, turns to face Jack in order to further question him about the matter, neck tilted to the side slightly.

“And you’re absolutely certain that this is connected to it?”

“Yes.” He nods in confirmation. “Something sinister is going on and that feeling I’ve been getting over the past couple of days is definitely coming from her. An evil, dangerous aura surrounded her, which is why I’m sure that he’s involved.” Brian rubs his head, finding it difficult to doubt a single word that Jack’s saying; he’s never been one to lie, after all, and his supernatural intuition isn't present for no reason.

He stands there quietly as his mind swarms with questions before he looks at the navy blue mask, having to avoid direct eye contact with its empty sockets for his own comfort—not that the subtle action is identified, anyway. “Um...alright, well. What do you suggest we do about it?” He earns an unsure shrug in response.

“I guess we could just...eliminate her. It would throw off whatever his plan is and get her out of the cycle before she inevitably gets hurt.”

“Unless it brings her back,” he points out, the idea of murdering someone who’s not at fault for anything leaving a foul taste on his tongue. “Then she’d be more powerful, and we’d have another one to fight against.”

“That...does make sense. But we can’t just leave her there to become a victim. Either she’ll accept him or he kills her. Which would just be one more innocent wiped out by his hands.”

“We could bring her back here!” Ben speaks up, once again rising out of his seat and painting a confident look across his ghostly features. “I mean, she wouldn’t be in immediate danger and we could tell her what’s going on, so she knows what to do and avoid.”

“But then she’d be endangering us.” He shoves his hands back into his pockets and takes a step closer. “And what if she doesn't listen and manages to escape? She'd lead the cops right to us and there’s no way we’re strong enough, nor do we have the numbers to fight off dozens of people.”

“Yeah, but what if she doesn't? I mean, it isn’t like you haven’t let outsiders in before, and, well, most of them turned out to be trustworthy! We need the extra set of hands, anyway. She could prove to be useful!”

“Firstly, those situations were much different—”

“Not really. We all needed a safe place to hide away from the public and any other potential threats. I was one of those people, if you remember correctly. How is that any different from this?”

“Because...” Brian stares at him thoughtfully, trying to come up with a decent argument, though fails to. “...Fine. You’ve made your point.” Grinning proudly like he just won the World Cup, Ben opens his mouth to respond, though Brian beats him to it. “But we would at least need to search her background for anything suspicious because she could easily cost everyone here their lives and freedom. It would be foolish to invite her in knowing nothing about her. You can’t tell me it wouldn’t.”

“Jack!” Ben turns his attention to the tall, lanky man standing silent, hoping to get somewhere with him. “You’re the all-knowing demon here. Is she dangerous?” He plants his masked face in the palm of his hand in the universal sign of 'wow, you’re an idiot' before answering, his voice low.

“I don’t know, Ben. She seemed normal, but I didn’t get a very good look.”

“There ya go, boomer.” His red pupils shift back up to look at Brian, his eyebrows raised. “She’s not dangerous, and therefore, isn’t a risk to us.”

“For the record, I’m not that much older than you,” he starts, attempting to bite down his exasperation with the teenager and speaking with a level tone, to which he receives an eye roll, “and Jack didn’t say she wasn’t dangerous, he just said she looked normal. They’re two totally different things.”

“Whatever.” He places his hands behind his head carelessly. “I still vote we bring her here.”

“We’ll ask the others and get their opinions. Jack” —his head turns to look at the mentioned boy—“is there anything else I should know about these feelings or the girl you saw?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay then. Ben, call everyone and tell them to meet up at my place within the next thirty minutes.” The tone of his voice leaves no room for argument, and without question, Ben whips out his, now slightly outdated, cellphone and begins to text each person in his contacts exactly what Brian told him to say.

“Oh, by the way, here’s the phone I so generously fixed for you.” He pulls out an iPhone X from his pocket and tosses it to Jack; he effortlessly catches and slides it into his pocket, muttering a ‘thanks’ while he does so. Brian turns to leave, though before he climbs the stairs he speaks once more.

“You both need to come, too. We all should discuss this and figure something out before tomorrow.” They nod in reply, and he disappears from their sight.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Kinktober Day 7: Threesome (Falk x Fem! Reader x Phantom SMUT)

Okay, so, mini update I guess? I'm a few days behind on Kinktober, the whole month of October I am a lot busier than I am the rest of the year so I didn't get done what I wanted to this weekend. That being said, over the next couple days I'm going to try to put out not one, but two fics until I'm caught up. It might happen, it might not. Will I go insane? Probably, but I'm mostly there anyways. So, let's strap in guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, we got some smut ahead!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, MDNI, pleasure dom! Falk, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, pussy eating, rough sex, creampie, voyeurism if you squint, multiple orgasms, I think that's it if I missed any let me know!

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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You never thought having someone else’s eyes on you could be so hot. Phantom knelt a few feet in front of you, whining as he rutted himself into his hand. You sat in Falk’s lap, his cock rapidly thrusting into you as you howled in pleasure. “Look at how needy you make him Maus.” Falk purrs in your ear. Phantom’s eyes were dark with lust, he licked his lips as he desperately waited for the okay to touch you. Falk’s large palms blanketed over your hips, holding you in place as you reached out for the Ghoul. He stumbled forward, eager for the invitation. His lips crashed into yours. Falk’s lips latched around your neck, leaving a trail of dark bruises across your skin. You took Phantom’s cock in your hand, pumping him in time with Falk’s thrust. He releases a low, guttural groan, his head dropping back in pure pleasure. He allows his hands to roam your torso, massaging your breasts as he lets his thumbs flick over your nipples. You mewl, pushing into his touch.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He breathes out.

“Isn’t she?” Falk grunts as he forces you down onto his cock with his hands. “Phantom, I think my princess needs a little more stimulation, would you like to take care of that.” You can hear the smirk in Falk’s voice, his only concern at the moment was providing you with the most intense pleasure he could manage. Phantom kisses down your body as he drops to his knees. Falk leans you against his chest, wrapping his hands around your thighs to hold them out of Phantom’s way. The Ghoul wastes no time diving in to taste you, you keen at his skilled tongue earning a chuckle from Falk. “So beautiful, meine Mäuschen. Are you enjoying yourself?” You could only nod, your mouth stuck open in a silent scream as Phantom’s tongue swirled around your clit. Phantom’s eyes met yours, he smirks slightly as he sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves roughly into your mouth. The intense sensation paired with Falk stuffing his hard cock as deep inside of you as he could manage made you cum instantly. Phantom groans in pure ecstasy at the taste of your juices on his tongue. Falk pulls out of you, giving you over fully to the eager Ghoul. He laps at your folds, causing youtube squirm with a sob. Falk grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to watch the spectacle before you. He pushes your legs back, licking a stripe the full length up your soaked pussy. You tangle your fingers in his soft, dark hair, grinding your hips against him. You curse under your breath at the feeling of his nose brushing over your clit. Falk teases your nipples with his fingers, gently rolling them between the long, nimble appendages. Your mind felt fuzzy as you tried to will yourself to focus, you felt the impending pressure of your next climax already building in your core. “Just a little more Phantom, she’s just about to finish.” He coaches, watching as you squirmed in his lap. You scream as Phantom’s tongue works its way inside you, his thumb rubbing feverishly at your clit until you quickly snap. Your whole body tensed as your second orgasm ripped through you. Phantom lapped at you greedily, your thighs twitching as you tried to pull away from him with a whine.

"Falk." You whimper his name softly. "Want you." You let your head lull against his shoulder . Falk stood, your feet hitting hard against the floor. He bent you over the arm of his chair, roughly gripping a fistful of your hair. He arches your back, his thrusts rippled across your skin as you screamed in pure pleasure. Your eyes met Phantom’s, his jaw hanging slack as he lazily stroked his cock. Falk growled, pulling your back flush against his chest, demanding your attention.

“What’s the matter princess? Do you want him to fuck you?” He snarls. You nod weakly, he beckons Phantom over with a curl of his finger. “I set the pace, got it?” He commands firmly, Phantom gives him a sharp nod in response. You whine at the emptiness of Falk pulling out of you, only to feel Phantom’s warm fingers wrap around your hips. “Take your time.” Falk makes himself comfortable in his plush office chair. Phantom swipes the tip of his cock over your entrance, coating himself in your arousal before pushing into you at an aggravatingly slow pace. His head drops as he lets out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he bottoms out into you. He continues slowly to pump in and out of you, soft curses falling from his lips. “Faster.” He orders, Phantom picks up his pace with a thankful sigh. You squeal at the feeling of him stretching you. “Does that feel good sweetheart?”

“F-Faster, please.” You stutter.

“You heard her Phantom.” He chuckles, filthy moans filling the room from you and him.

“Fuck, I can’t.” He sighs. He pulls out pumping himself as he lets his ejaculate spill onto your back. He pants as he strokes his head to the point of overstimulation, his hips bucking wildly into his hand as he whines. Falk bends you over the desk with a growl, shoving himself inside of you. He wraps an arm over your breasts, the other one reaching between your legs to rub your clit. You cry out at his expert touch, Falk knowing exactly how to touch you to get you to come undone beneath him. You grip tightly onto his bicep, your nails leaving deep crescent indent in his tattooed skin. The room is filled with the sound of his skin smacking against yours, your delighted screams breaking through the steady rhythm. “You’ve been so good, princess.” Your eyes roll back in your head, you bouncing off of his cock as he spills his seed inside of you. He curses, his head coming to rest against your shoulder as he struggles to slow his breathing. You squirm beneath him, the sweat on your body starting to cool causes you to shiver. Falk pulls out of you, your brain too hazy and fucked out to process much of what was happening around you. You lay motionless across the desk as you tried to find the strength to move, you jump slightly at the feeling of a warm hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You look up only to be met with Phantom's gentle gaze. Before he had the chance to speak Falk had returned a towel to get everyone cleaned up.

"Is she awake?" He asks Phantom softly, the Ghoul chuckles and nods in response.

"Barely, but yes." Falk's hand combs soothing through your hair as the pair get you cleaned up as carefully as they can. Falk wraps you up in a blanket, cradling you in his arms as he collapses back into his office chair. Phantom presses a kiss to your forehead, whispering that he would see you soon as you drifted off in your partner's arms.

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