#i stand by the nip attack too

[thv-jk97]

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This anon refers to an ask I sent to Peach a few days ago. I don't know if they missed the context or my sardonic approach, or both? I was being facetious to draw a comparison to how Jkkrs react, poking fun at their bonkers takes on members interactions (or lack of) and responding to how thet constantly send asks to Tkkr blogs demanding a reply. These asks are similarly phrased, exaggerating regular situations to suit a fictious story they have crafted where Jungkook and Jimin are cast in reductive masc/fem roles and taehyung is the big bad . They will purposely use hyperbolic language and tone with zero irony (Tae drowning Jungkook in the pool anyone?) And insist on being taken seriously not only in shipper communities but by army fandom at large. They literally change whole translations of conversations to suit themselves and cry anti when called out. They twist and straight up lie about members relationships and interactions to fit the roles I set out earlier and to diminish others. Empty vessels make the most noise and it is clear these people are very, very lacking. I am tired of taking the high road to spare someone else's feelings about how they feel Jimin might feel - do you see the lunacy? Not everything, esp blog posts on the Internet, are to be taken so literally. I, of course, know jimin would not burn in the sun, I'm sure he had plenty sunblock on (stand by jungkooks nip attack though) As others have commented, I find it amusing that people send asks pointing out how "mean" people are to jimin and ignore the absolute character assassinations carried out by jkkrs on the daily not only in their own blogs but also in their repeated attempts to bait Tkkrs for engagement.

Hi @charjube!

Ah okay! Thanks for the clarification lol. I do actually remember seeing your post on Peach's page but didn't make the connection 😅 probably because I registered that you weren't actually being serious haha. I guess, in their defense, it's not surprising that they missed your point since, like you said, they use these grand exaggerations without a hint of irony because they actually mean those things 🥴

Obvs we know that Jimin wasn't "left to burn in the sun" and I'm sure if anyone thought he was actually in any harms way, one of the multiple staff members literally standing feet away from him would've intervened. It's not that serious fhdsjkfhsdjk

The fact that they continuously feel the need to come into TK spaces/want to bait tkkrs to engage with their ridiculous takes just reiterates how desperate and lacking their arguments actually are. And if they weren't so vile most of the time, I'd almost feel bad for them.

Thanks for your thoughts!

[famwhy]

Not a Morning Person

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X F!Reader

Synopsis: Mornings were always difficult with Hobie: he never seemed to want to get up, nor did he ever seem to want to let you to get up either.

Warning: slightly suggestive but mostly fluff.

Note: 'peak' is road slang for 'sad', 'likkle' is 'little', 'ting' is 'thing' (it seems like I need to clarify this but 'peak' can be used as a good thing and a bad thing, it depends on context. In this context, it is used to mean 'sad'.)

You loved your boyfriend—you really did. He had your whole heart in the palm of his hands and you trusted him with it; trusted him not to squeeze too hard on it—not to shatter it into a million broken shards of a love that once was.

And you damn well knew the feeling was mutual—he'd told you so himself, proclaimed it with eyes that were practically shaped into hearts as he gazed at you with that swirling sense of adoration; one that never failed to make you feel special.

But... you'd be lying if you said he couldn't get a little frustrating sometimes. Like now, for instance.

"Hobie, please."

"No." His response was curt, and very much final.

"I need to get up."

"That's peak for you then, innit?"

His snark edged one of your brows up, and you're sure you would've crossed your arms too had he not restricted your movement with his own—much stronger, might you add—limb.

Your lips parted—very much ready to have a go at him for the unwarranted attitude—when, instead of actual words, a light gasp left them; practically inaudible from how soft it was, but that didn't make what happened any less surprising.

His lips had found their way onto your neck, pressing soft, gentle kisses across the exposed area with an occasional—and very intoxicating—nip here and there. The contact flooded your vision with pink and you almost melted right in that very moment.

"Just a likkle longer, love," he muttered into your skin, lips making contact with the surface in a repeated pattern that shot tingles straight down your spine, "can't believe I got so lucky to land a pretty ting like you."

His hand slipped under your shirt; cold arm resting against the warmth of your stomach as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear in hopes of saving himself from a lecture—and you were afraid to admit that it was very much working. You were always such a sucker for sweet moments like this.

Stop it. Stand your ground, Y/N.

"Hobie."

"Hm?" His head tilted up, gaze looking at you with that sense of endearment only you were privy to receiving from him; the twitch of his lips showcasing his lovestruck smile in a show of vulnerability that, once again, only you had the pleasure of seeing on him.

His hues were softened and practically swirling with that domestic love you knew he held for you; the one that would instantly ease all his muscles and have him actively seek you out just to hold you in his arms, to love on you like he always claimed you deserved.

When you didn't respond immediately, his grip on you tightened and he pulled you further into his side; to fit against him like you were meant to be there, like he was incomplete without you—and you, without him.

Ah, you were always so weak to him when he got like this.

"...okay, we can stay like this for a little longer."

His lips tugged up and he grinned at you, lunging straight for your neck to attack you with another fit of gentle, adoring kisses—ones that made you sigh in what you could only describe as contentment, your fingers finding their way to his wicks, running through them with the bitter taste of defeat on your tongue and the casual swell of love in your heart.

Sure, Hobie wasn't much of a morning person but, to be completely honest—

—you weren't much of one either.

[cobaltperun]

Breathless

Bottom Tara Carpenter x top female Reader (Smut, minors DO NOT interact)

Strap-on, fingering, Reader being kinda dom? Slight overstimulation, usual stuff really.

Much like Lost in your eyes this is basically Lost 19.5 (It also happens before the first flashback scene of Lost 20) though, as long as you ignore the few details it can be read as a stand-alone.

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Word count: 3.2k

It’s been almost two months since Bailey tried to kill your family, since you nearly bleed out due to the stab wounds and a rusty rebar going through you. You survived, and you were recovering at a fairly good pace, but it was a close call, too close for both your and Tara’s liking.

Your eyes still glanced down at the scar from the rebar when you stepped out of the shower. It came in through your lower back and went diagonally, exiting your body just beneath your chest and it was nothing short of a miracle that nothing important was damaged and that only the scar remained. Sighing, you grabbed your clothes and put them on, a comfortable shirt that was a bit loose on you now, since you still haven’t regained all your muscles, and tracksuit pants since you wanted to just relax with Tara.

The moment you joined Tara in your bedroom she threw her arms around you and pulled you into a kiss, a searing kiss, burning with passion and need, proving that while you intended to relax, she had other ideas. And damn did that get you in the mood right away, you definitely didn’t mind relaxing after making love to her. She clutched the back of your shirt and ran her fingers through your hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, and you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her as close to you as physically possible.

"So needy," you chuckled when she pulled back for a moment, a string of saliva still connected your and Tara’s lips.

"Like you aren't?" she challenged, looking fiercely into your eyes and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the look in her eyes.

It’s been a bit too long, between your busy schedule before all of you were attacked, and then your recovery and all the other things that required your and Tara’s attention it’s easily been over two months since you last made love. "Mhm, I definitely am," you admitted as you leaned down, kissing her neck.

"Baby," she moaned when you nipped at the side of her neck and you immediately pulled back, looking at her wide-eyed. Tara blushed but kept looking at you. "Baby, please," she said again, acting as if she never stopped saying that word all the while gently caressing the back of your neck. You were lost in that soft sensation, of her fingers just gently scratching and massaging your neck, or any part of your skin she could touch at the moment.

"Say it again," you demanded, lifting her up, taking a few steps to the side and pushing her against the wall. You could feel her pressing her body against yours and wrapping her legs around you, just as desperate as you were to feel your body against hers. You looked at her face, at her lower lip stuck between her teeth as her cheeks turned dark red.

"Baby," she moaned into your ear as you unbuttoned the top buttons of her, previously your, button-up shirt and yanked it down, and since it was way too big for her it just fell from her shoulders.

"Again, Love," you needed to keep hearing her say it.

"Baby!" she cried out, maybe even a bit too loudly as you began kissing her bare shoulders and tugging the straps of her bra down, but with the shirt still on it was a bit of a hustle to do what you wanted.

“I need you,” you hissed, desperate for her consent to take it further, to strip her in every sense of that word, to make love to her and make her cum until either of you couldn’t take it anymore.

Tara cupped your cheek and pressed her thumb beneath your chin, making you lift your head up and looked you in the eyes, her eyes filled with lust and desire. “Yeah? So do something about it, fuck me hard,” she pulled you in for a brief, passionate kiss. “Harder than ever befo-oh fuck, Y/N!” she cried out, gasping as you just unzipped her jeans and slipped your hand inside her panties, your thumb already rubbing circles around her clit while your fingers spread her pussy and teased her entrance.  

Taking her jeans off would take too much time, taking any bit of her clothing would take too much time, and you didn’t want to spend one extra second without Tara coming undone in your arms. You hastily unbuttoned the shirt just enough to lift her bra up. And you lifted her up higher, so you didn’t have to lean down too much to pull her nipple between your lips. “Damn you’re wet,” you hissed, her warm, wet walls tightening around your fingers the moment you slipped them inside. The slight discomfort and awkward position of your hand didn’t matter, not when Tara was arching her back, digging her fingers into your hair and back and fucking herself on your fingers. She was soaked, so soaked you could already hear the obscene sound of her wet pussy gushing around your fingers.

Your fingers suddenly slipping inside her caught her by surprise, you were usually slower, more focused on gradually building up toward it, but she understood you were just as pent-up as her, and she loved how quickly and desperately you just went for her pussy. “All for you, Baby, Only for-“ she gasped when you began rubbing her clit, you did it hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to have her cum as soon as possible. And she knew she’d cum in minutes with how desperate she was right now. “Don’t edge me, please, just keep fucking me,” she cried out, covering her mouth to silence the lustful sounds coming from her mouth.

You pinned her hand to the side of her head. “None of that,” you rasped, smirking when you felt how tight she suddenly got. “Oh, you like that?”

Tara nodded, not trusting her voice. She wailed, her moans and cries of pleasure covering up the wet sounds of your fingers pumping into her. She nearly threw her head back against the wall, she would have, if you didn’t put your hand on the back of her head to cushion the impact. “Please, please let me cum,” she pleaded, already desperate. “Please,” she repeated, her legs trembling and even in the lustful haze you knew she couldn’t keep them wrapped around you for much longer. And you were out of hands to hold her up.

“Cum for me,” but you wanted her to cum just like this, pinned to the wall with three fingers pumping in and out of her while your thumb rapidly rubbed her clit. She bit her lip again and you pressed your thumb against it. Without thinking, without the two of you ever doing it before, Tara opened her mouth and sucked on your thumb. Her eyes, clouded by lust, met your own and she whimpered, her entire body convulsing and her mouth opened in a silent gasp.

You kept going, your fingers fucking her tight pussy, filling her up and preparing her for what was to come when you finally take her with your strap. And she couldn’t help but rock her hips against you, prolonging her orgasm until she could do nothing more but gasp for air and let the pleasure consume her entirely.

“That’s it, Love,” you whispered softly, pulling your thumb out of her mouth so you could keep her body up as she slumped against you. “I got you,” you gently kissed her neck as your own high and lust-fueled haze passed. You focused on Tara’s deep breaths, on her body still occasionally twitching in your arms and the quiet whines as you slipped your fingers out of her pussy and just gently rubbed her to help her calm down.

“Again, please,” Tara wasn’t interested in slowing down though, as she tried to incite you to keep going. “It’s not enough,” she was breathing heavily, close to gasping for air, but she needed more. She needed your fingers, tongue, your strap, she needed your skin against her own, your weight on top of her, or however you wanted to take her, as long as you kept going until all she could feel, and sense was you. “Please, Baby,” she kissed your neck, biting you slightly as she tried to push your buttons again.

“You sure you don’t need to catch your breath?” oh she loved you, but she needed you to be rough, not gentle. Not this time, not when she needed you to completely take over all her senses, to be everything she felt. She spent those horrible days waiting for you to wake up, anxious, afraid, alone. You woke up, you were fine, but she needed you to chase away the last remnants of her anxiety and fear, and you would do that by not being soft today.

“Don’t slow down, don’t stop, just keep going until I can’t even say your name,” her voice was shaky from the orgasm you just gave her, but she uttered those words with as much conviction and desire as she possibly could.

Your eyes narrowed and her heart threatened to skip a beat, there it was again, that same wild look you had on before she came. “You know how to stop me,” she swooned at that, one word would stop everything, even if she never used it before, and she knew she wouldn’t need to do it this time either, oh but she wanted that. She wanted to be fucked so hard that she would have to stop you, that you’d make her cum to the point where she’s too sensitive to cum again.

You pushed away from the wall and pulled your hand out of Tara’s panties so you could carry her to the bed and grab the strap-on along the way. For now, you just let it lay on the bed, just reminding Tara of what was coming as you laid her down on the bed as well. She looked completely disheveled, her bra skewed and lifted above her breasts, the shirt barely bunched up, wrinkled and barely being held closed over her belly by two buttons threatening to fall off, and her jeans, soaked through. “Damn, Tara,” you were tempted to leave her just like this, to just pull her jeans down enough to fuck her. You took a deep breath and unbuttoned the last two buttons, and somehow, the flushed cheeks and disheveled hair won you over to just leave her like this. You just pulled her jeans and panties down about half-way down her thighs and looked her in the eyes. She looked so utterly fucked and needy at the same time.

She was tingling with anticipation, not sure how you were going to continue this, she just knew she was fine with anything you wanted. And if that, apparently, meant she’d keep her clothes on, then so be it.

“On your hands and knees, turn toward the mirror” you ordered, and Tara felt her clit throbbing, she could definitely get used to this side of you. Dominating her, taking complete control over her, letting her feel safe because no matter how vulnerable she might be, you were there, and you were her protector. She turned around and placed a pillow in front of her, just in case. She waited, not daring to look behind or at the mirror, but she heard you preparing the strap and, as sneakily as she could, she slipped her hand between her legs and began rubbing while burying her face in the pillow, your pillow. She was so wet, ready for you to fuck her as she bit your pillow to silence her moans. It wasn’t enough, her fingers never felt as good as your own, or your strap, you knew her body completely, better even than she did, and there was also the fact that it was you taking her, fucking her, that made it feel even better.

“So impatient,” you chastised her, your hands caressing her ass and thighs, while reaching around her to keep her hand in place. “Keep doing that,” you ordered, and she felt her pussy dripping at the tone of your voice. She heard you kneeling behind her and felt you spreading her legs as much as her jeans allowed you to. She shivered, gasping as you kissed her thighs, one after another until finally reaching her pussy, but you didn’t aim to make her cum, you were just cleaning her up a bit, just tasting her and moaning against her opening. “Are you ready?” you asked, and she nodded quickly.

“Say it,” you demanded, sucking on her clit.

“Yes!” she gasped, wanting more, she needed your strap filling her up.

You didn’t reply, you just pulled her fingers away from her pussy and slowly pushed the strap in. You started slowly thrusting into her, like you always did, especially since it’s been a while since she last had anything aside from her fingers inside her, but you went deeper than she was used to. “Baby,” she sighed, opening her eyes and looking at the mirror, at the focused look on your face as you watched her face in the mirror, drunk on the pleasure she wasn’t even trying to hide. You leaned over her, pumping faster while reaching under her to grasp her breasts while your other hand moved from her thigh, underneath her shirt and across her side, just caressing her, slowly building her up again with no intention of edging her this time. And as much as she loved being edged by you, she loved this just as much. The pace getting faster, your thrusts harder, as her back arched and her lungs struggled to get oxygen.

Yet, she didn’t panic, she had complete faith in you as she only focused on reaching that high from before. Once again, she buried her face in your pillow, making it even harder to breathe, but she just couldn’t hold her body up anymore. You were pounding her from behind, your strap reaching so deep within her as you squeezed her sensitive breasts and glided your palm over her scorching hot, sweat covered body. She couldn’t keep her body up, letting you keep her up instead, and she once again began rubbing her clit, her moans and whimpers becoming less and less audible. And then, her faith in you paid off, as you lifted her upper body up and her lungs filled with air.

“Breathe, Love,” you reminded her, kissing her neck as you sped up. You hugged her tightly, buried your face in her hair and swallowed hard. Her now free hand reached behind her, touching your chin and making you look her in the eyes, and she came undone. Her entire body quivered in your arms, her hips pressing back on you, pushing the strap even deeper into her clenching pussy. “Keep going?” you still asked, as if she could answer anything but ‘yes’ to that.

“Please,” she gasped, turning back to the mirror to look at the two of you. Her face turned red when she watched the dripping strap repeatedly penetrate her.

“See how good you’re taking me?” you asked, kissing her neck and reaching down to spread her lips slightly. “I’m not going to stop, don’t worry,” you assured her.

“Fuck, Baby!” she cried out, seeing her pussy, swollen from arousal and your thrusts. She was taking you so well, her pussy gripping the strap. She finally saw exactly what you saw before, her open button-up shirt with over half the buttons torn off. Drops of her cum dripping down to her panties, you standing behind her, holding her protectively as she raced toward her third orgasm. You must have gotten tired of her shirt, because you pulled it off her along with her bra and she saw just how flushed her skin was. Her nipples still glistened from your saliva, erect and desperate for your attention, so she grabbed your hands and pulled them to her breasts, sighing in content as you got the message and rubbed her nipples between your fingers, squeezing and pinching just the way she loved it and she felt as if her entire body was tingling.

And in that moment, with her head thrown back on your shoulder, when all she could feel was you, she tried, so, so, desperately, to utter your name. “Y-“ she tried, she really did, barely getting the first letter of your name out before she whimpered, rolling her hips back to meet your every thrust. “Daddy,” she gasped eventually, the slip of the tongue paying off as you sped up. She could feel you tensing behind her, you were close, just as close as she was. “Make me cum!” she pleaded, gasping when she once again came around your strap.

You had no idea you wanted to hear Tara call you like that until she did and fuck did it excite you. “Say that again,” you tightly closed your eyes, focusing on the feel of her body against your own, on her wet pussy making your thrusts a bit more difficult, on her rapid breathing. And you felt the pressure within you releasing as you came moments after she did.

“Daddy!” her mind still didn’t catch up with the way she was calling you, too lost in pleasure to care for what she was saying, she just knew it had effect on you as kept fucking her through her orgasm, her sensitive pussy gushing around your strap. “Daddy!” she cried out again, her eyes half-closed as she watched you fucking her. Her hands slid down, and she pressed just above her pussy, feeling your thrusts deep inside her as you moved one of your hands down and rubbed her clit. She couldn’t even talk anymore, just gasping and moaning as she came for the fourth time, completely and utterly fucked. You pulled out, removed her ruined jeans and panties and buried your tongue deep inside her, prolonging her orgasm just enough to truly make her unable to breathe, even as you lay her down on the bed.

“Can’t,” she gasped, her pussy too sensitive for her to take it, too hot and fucked to the point of near overstimulation. And it was as if she pulled a switch as you slowed down, only doing enough to slowly bring her down from her high, and she smiled at that. For the first time you actually made her stop you, and she couldn’t have been happier and more satisfied. “Please,” she muttered as you came up and pecked her lips with a smile on your face. You raised an eyebrow but then she pointed toward her inhaler, just so she could get her breathing under control faster. You truly, absolutely, left her breathless.

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Taglist: @alexkolax

[normspellsman]

Take Me With Her

“She Is Mine” Lo’ak Version

part one | part two

pairing: lo’ak x fem!human!reader

genre: angst, forbidden secret relationship, tiniest bit of fluff, no comfort at all, & violence

word count: 4.1k+ (don’t…just don’t)

warning(s): hissing, lo’ak calling reader babygirl (eeekkk), mentions of death + injury, death threats, lo’ak being possessive, kidnapping, cursing, suggestive tones, brief neck kissing, quaritch being a creep (ewww), reader thinking that she’s going to die, everyone being terrified, spider + lo’ak thinking about killing quaritch, & lo’ak crying

taglist: @aonungsmate @dearstell @thatonegirlwiththebeanie367 @optimisticblazetrash @goodiesinthecloset21 @liyahsocorro @universal-s1ut @minkyungseokie @amortencjja @chshshhshshshshshshshs

word bank: yawne — beloved, paskalin — honey (term of endearment), eywa / great mother — goddess deity that the na’vi believe in, sa’nok — mother, sempul — father, & prrnen — baby

note: spider, kiri, lo’ak, & reader are aged up to around the age of seventeen. it just makes more sense given the timeline i had in my head & with what i wrote. also going to be two parts hehe 🤭

Giggles erupted from your throat, your shoulder coming up instinctively to hide your neck from the ticklish attacks your boyfriend was doing to your delicate skin. You were almost confident that he even left some marks on the dips of your collarbones from his nipping.

Lo’ak whined in protest, attempting to burrow his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“Yawne,” he whimpered, rubbing his cheek against your pulsepoint once he finally broke through your insistent hiding of your neck. “Can’t I show my love to my babygirl?” He whined, yet again.

You huffed in response, not sure if it was from annoyance or the proximity of your lovers face from your neck.

“No, Lo’ak. It is getting late and we must get back,” you replied, finally coaxing him out from your neck.

The Na’vi boy in front of you pouted, tightening his grip on your waist as he looked up at you from your position on his lap. Your thighs were on either side of Lo’ak’s waist causing you to kneel as he rested in between your legs.

“Just a few m’re minutes,” he pleaded, diving back into your neck as he gently ghosted his lips against the soft flesh and puckered his lips against it.

You gave out a small sigh, hands going up to the back of Lo’ak’s head and into his braids. “Sure,” you replied, making your boyfriend's tail perk up and wag back and forth from behind him, “Later. When we go home.”.

Lo’ak let out a frustrated groan, burying his face into your neck again and taking a deep inhale of your scent before reluctantly pulling away. A pout made its way to his face again.

“Fine,” he mumbled, standing up with you still in his tight hold.

“Lo’ak!” You squealed out, increasing your grip on his shoulders so as to not fall from his arms. He was such a pain in your ass sometimes.

The boy smirked at your response, bringing you a bit higher in order to be face to face with him, “Yes?”.

“Put me down you big oaf!” You demanded, slightly glaring at your smirking boyfriend, “And don’t drop me either! Gently put me down.”. You knew how Lo’ak worked during his teasing moments, it was always too obvious what he was thinking when the thought came across his mind. There were too many times where he playfully let you go and wasn’t quick enough to catch you, resulting in you harshly landing on your ass.

“Sure thing, princess,” he obeyed, gently placing you down onto the Pandora floor and kissing the crown of your head. “Better?” He asked.

Simply rolling your eyes at him, you shook your head and began to walk away, hoping to find Spider or Tuk to spread the message that you needed to start heading back home before eclipse began.

“Ugh. Baby, wait!” Lo’ak called out, quickly gathering his bow before swiftly following after you, tail swishing behind him as he did so.

———

Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.

First, Lo’ak stumbled upon strange footprints, tracking them to the forbidden shack, a place where Jake warned you guys repeatedly to never go. Then, Jake ordered all of you to fall back and head back to the stronghold. After that, it was going smoothly. Kiri and Lo’ak were bickering back and forth about how much trouble the boy was going to be in while Spider and you trailed behind Tuk, before she was snatched up by an RDA Avatar. Lo’ak had thrown himself in front of you, hiding your much shorter frame from the enemy soldiers' sights as he bared his fangs and drew back his bow. But that didn’t last long until an unwelcome figure came up behind you and roughly pulled you back by your hair, making you yelp out in response. Which led to where you were now, struggling in an Avatar’s tight grip as Quaritch began to eye all five of you.

“Show me your hands boy,” he demanded, striding up to Lo’ak as the boy was forced to kneel before the man.

Lo’ak only lifted up both of his middle fingers to Quaritch as his response, causing the man to reach behind the boy and harshly pull at his queue. Lo’ak hissed out in response to the pain, growling as his eyes shot daggers into Quaritch’s skull.

You shouted out in protest, beating your hands against the soldiers skin in attempts to force them to let go of you. But that only caused their grip on your hair to tighten, you whimpering out in response.

Your boyfriend's ears drew back at your expression of pain, letting out a little snarl as you went quiet.

Anxiety erupted within Lo’ak’s body as his eyes darted to both of his sisters to Spider and to you, lingering on you the most. Which proved to be something he shouldn’t have done as Quaritch caught onto the boys staring, slowly turning around and following his gaze.

Fuck, you thought when Quaritch made eye contact with you, gulping at his blank yet wild amber eyes. Holy shit, I’m going to die.

The thought was so abrupt in your mind, scaring you with how fast it formed. Everything about Quaritch and the situation you were put into terrified you. You always felt safe around other Na’vi, even Neytiri at times. But there was just something about the armed soldiers surrounding you that made you want to crawl within yourself and never come out. Every move they made, made you think it was going to be your final moments on Pandora. You just hoped that if it was, they had the decency to take you out of eyesight and do it then. You didn’t want the others, especially Lo’ak and Tuk, to see the potential violent scene.

The minute Quaritch switched his attention from Lo’ak to you, the teen boy snarled at the man, challenging him to do anything to you. There was no way that Lo’ak would even allow Quaritch to touch a singular hair on your head. Over my dead fucking body, he internally seethed.

A cackle escaped the Colonel's lips, tightening his grip on the boy's queue before turning back to the five-fingered boy. An unsettling smile etched itself onto the man’s lips as he slightly bent down to face Lo’ak, ears pinning back to the sides of his head.

“That your girl boy?” He asked, a smirk evident on his face. Lo’ak wanted to claw that smirk off his face. How dare he speak of you? Of his mate? Quaritch was pushing at Lo’ak’s buttons and he knew it. And it was working.

“How does that even work? I mean, she’s so much smaller than you. Very fragile too,” he taunted, pulling the back of Lo’ak’s head back, making him cry out in pain. “Be a shame if-” he started, but was caught off by a loud growl and hiss.

“Shut the fuck up!” Lo’ak sneered, “Keep her out of your fucking mouth.”.

Another cackle left the Colonel’s mouth, tongue gliding over his new sharp teeth before unsheathing the knife from his hip, holding it up inches away from the teen boys chest.

“No! Please! Don’t hurt him!” You yelled out, thrashing around in the soldiers grasp, ignoring the stinging in your scalp with every tug.

“Aw, that’s sweet. She’s begging me to not hurt you,” Quaritch commented, eyes glued on Lo’ak’s face, studying his expression. “I wonder what other kinds of begging she can do,” he grinned, eyes dark and sinister.

“Fuck you!” Both Lo’ak and Spider yelled out, angry at the man’s comment. The words coming out of his mouth was disgusting. It may have been socially okay to speak about women like that back on Earth, but on Pandora, women were treated with respect and praised. Both boys held you dear to their hearts. Lo’ak and Spider were going to kill Quaritch when they got the chance for the way he talked about you.

Spider and you have always been close. Being the only teenage humans on Pandora was hard but you had each other to lean on. Over the years, he became extremely overprotective over you, especially when it regarded a certain blue skinned boy. He always viewed you as family. He’d do anything to ensure that you were safe if it was deemed necessary. You may not be his sister by blood but he sure as hell treated you as if you were. So, hearing Quaritch’s words, he wanted to rip the man’s head off his body and put it on a stick as a warning for whoever else dared to speak such obscenities about his sister.

Lo’ak and you have been together for nearly two years, being close friends for way longer than that. He loved you since the day he met you and always treated you the way you deserved to be treated, with gentleness and kindness and respect. Never had he ever thought such vile innuendos Quaritch had hinted at. The older man was disgusting for thinking such things about a seventeen year old girl, especially one that was already called for. In Na’vi culture, it was a disgrace for one to talk about any women that way, mated or not. Lo’ak was raised to respect the women in his clan and those he came into contact with. So, having Quaritch talk about you in a way that made you want to throw up and sparked intense anger within Lo’ak’s system, made him want to repeatedly stab the man in front of him and watch the life leave his eyes. No one was allowed to speak about you in such ways. Not if Lo’ak had anything to do with it.

“Don’t talk about her in that way,” Spider growled out, struggling in the grips of the two soldiers that held onto him. (It was impressive that the human boy needed two Avatar soldiers to hold him back. His strength was closely compared to a regular Na’vi’s.)

Quaritch let go of Lo’ak, allowing the original soldier who had him in his grip to return to his previous position. He quickly turned around to face the both of you, your stomach dropping at his gaze.

“What’s your name, sugar?” He asked, crouching down to your level. You wanted to throw up on the spot from the nickname. It made you sick.

“Don’t fucking talk to her!” Spider snapped, achieving in getting closer to you and in Quaritch’s eyesight.

Quaritch quickly glanced towards Spider, lips forming into a thin line.

Before Quaritch or any of the other soldiers could do anything, you answered his question robotically.

“(Y/N) Selfridge.”.

The man before you stilled. He hasn’t heard that name in a long time.

“You’re Parker’s kid?” He asked, eyes slightly wide in shock. He didn’t know that Parker had a special lady during his time on Pandora. The man never seemed to be the one that was interested in that kind of stuff. Too busy trying to get the rare metal from underneath the very ground he stood on.

“No,” you spat, disgust evident in your voice, “I’m his niece. He dragged his sister, my Mother, to this planet years before the Na’vi won the Great War. She died giving birth to me after the battle.”.

Your explanation struck something within Quaritch. Parker mentioned a sister in passing during their very few and limited conversations. He never thought that Parker would bring her along to Pandora nor did he ever think that he’d leave her on the foreign planet alone to give birth. But, yet, he did almost the same thing to Paz and his son, Miles.

“What about you boy?” Quaritch asked, nodding at the human boy next to you. There were very limited surnames that went through the Colonel’s head as he waited for the boy to speak, his being one of them.

“Spider…Socorro,” he replied, hesitancy laced in his voice.

Quaritch’s heart stopped, “Miles?”, he asked.

Spider pierced his lips, eyes darting across the older man’s face as he stared up at him, “No one calls me that anymore,” he responded.

Quaritch was shocked, to say the least. He’d thought that they’d send him on the next available ship back to Earth. Albeit him being only a couple of months old, he still thought that there’d be a possibility that his son would go back to his Fathers home planet.

“I thought they sent you back to Earth,” Quaritch commented, voice slightly shaking, void of all the cocky confidence he had prior.

“They can’t put babies in cryo, dipshit,” Spider spat, fists tightly balling up at his sides. Surely his ‘Father’ couldn’t be that stupid. He should’ve known that there was no way for Spider to go back to Earth, to a planet where he’d have no one. Pandora is and always will be Spider's home.

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the group as seconds passed by. Meeting his long lost son seemed to throw him off, messing up his mojo. It was clearly evident on his face and in his body language. He seemed more tense and unsure of what he was doing.

The silence was broken by a voice erupting from behind you, “What should we do, boss?”.

As soon as the emotions from Spider’s confession of his surname came, they left just as quickly. Quaritch was back to the way he was before. “Tie ‘em up. Looks like we got ourselves some prisoners,” he responded, preparing himself to call in his position to Ardmore.

The rest of the soldiers exclaimed in agreement, slapping restraints onto the children they had captured and throwing them all into a circle near the shack.

The soldier that had you in their grip had harshly thrown you to the floor, causing you to groan out from the hard contact with the forest floor. They laughed at your reaction, taking a few steps back to talk with his fellow comrades.

Lo’ak had quickly scurried to your side, hissing at the soldier that threw you like you were a rag doll. His body was positioned in front of yours in a crouch, the tense muscles of his back being the only thing you saw before he abruptly turned around and brought you into his embrace, checking over every inch of your skin to see if there were any new cuts or scrapes he should be worried about.

You didn’t say anything as you tried your best to pull yourself closer into your boyfriend's body, the restraints on your wrists preventing you from wrapping your arms around his neck in comfort. Your brain was still trying its best to process the previous events that occurred.

Lo’ak could sense the tension in your body and how your brain was scrambling to pull itself together. So he brought you closer into his arms, bringing his tied wrists up and over your body before settling them against your back, pulling you into his chest and lap.

“It’s alright, paskalin,” he reassured, tucking your masked face into his neck, “I got you. I got you.”.

———

When Spider had nudged you and turned his head ever so slightly to you, eyes darting behind you where Lo’ak stood a few feet behind, you knew that Neytiri and Jake arrived. It was the slightest change in pitch of a call that drew your attention to the trees. Neytiri, you realized. Lo’ak had taken it upon himself to teach you all the callings and ululatings his Sa’nok had come up with, telling you which meant what. You supposed his late night lesson all those months ago came in handy at this moment.

Your head harshly jerked back from the soldier pulling at your hair, once again. He didn’t like it when you guys would interact with each other and decided that pulling at your hair and Kiri’s queue was the best option to teach you to not speak to the others.

Fucking dick, you thought to yourself, restraining yourself from turning around in the soldiers grip and sinking your dull teeth into the flesh of his arm. See how he’ll like it.

A low growl was heard from behind you, Lo’ak glaring at the man who yanked at your hair. He was beginning to itch to choke out the man who had your beautiful and soft hair in his hold. It made him angry that someone like him was touching you in a way that brought you pain. Made him want to bring you into arms and hold you like a prrnen. He wanted to kill anyone and anything that caused you harm.

The distinct yip echoed throughout the forest yet again, your eyes darting to where the Na’vi woman could possibly be. Neytiri may have not liked you and you may have a very strained relationship but you were overjoyed in the moment that she and Jake were here to save the lot of you. You found yourself thanking your lucky stars and the Great Mother for the fierce couple.

From Spiders left, you could hear Kiri begin to pray aloud to Eywa, muttering her words only loud enough for the soldier and the boy beside you to hear. In retaliation to Kiri’s mumbles, the soldier began tugging at her sensitive queue, causing you and Spider to follow with the harsh tugs as he also held both of your hair in his grip.

“Shut up!” He harshly whispered, getting annoyed with the girl's constant rambling. The more Kiri prayed, the more he tugged and demanded her to shut her mouth. Eventually, his command was cut off with a sharp thwick and an arrow lodged into his skull.

Chaos erupted from around you as the man behind you dropped to the forest floor dead. Guns began to go off, forcing you to duck as Spider grabbed both you and Kiri and pushed forward. You ran behind Spider as he followed after Kiri, restrained hands on the lower part of her back to keep her moving forwards but she was pulled back by another soldier.

Spider stopped his movements, which caused you to run into his back, hands going out to grip his hips to steady yourself.

Everything was going too fast. You could barely process what happened to Kiri before she was by your side again, the soldier who grabbed her slumped over with an arrow in her chest. Gassy smoke was spraying everywhere as RDA soldiers ducked behind whatever they could to hide from the onslaught of arrows Neytiri was shooting at them from her advantage point. Before you knew it, Spider began to pull at your handcuffs, urging you to follow him and Kiri as they began to retreat into the thick foliage of the forest. Your brain barely had time to process it all before the three of you were hurriedly crossing over a connecting branch to another tree.

You felt it before you heard it. The hot air and stinging of your skin as you went flying forward into Spider's back before the two of you ultimately fell and tumbled down the hill underneath the overpass that was just blown up from whatever weapon a soldier shot at it. Pain was all you felt as you rolled down the hill, harshly making contact with all the sticks and rocks along the path. It hurt. Everything hurt.

You must’ve slammed your head up against a rock or the ground because the next thing you knew, it all went black.

———

Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he ran and jumped over everything in his path, Tuktirey hot on his trail as she followed her older brother.

It all went by too quickly for him to properly digest what just happened. The only thing on his mind was you. He just hoped that Spider and Kiri were already somewhere safe with you in tow. Should’ve grabbed her when I had the chance, fuck.

Lo’ak came up to an opening, not planning on stopping until two blue bodies popped out of nowhere, causing Tuk to let out a scream and him to jump out of the way. But as quickly as his fear settled into his stomach, it went away just as fast.

“Daddy!” Tuk cried out, running into her Sempul’s arms, whole body shaking from the shock and adrenaline coursing through her tiny body.

“Lo’ak,” Neteyam breathed out, bringing him into a hug, thanking the Great Mother for safely bringing back his younger siblings to him. Lo’ak leaned into the hug the best he could, hands still tied and whole body on alert for you.

“Tuk!” Neytiri called out, both her and Kiri emerging from behind some bushes, taking her youngest into her arms as she kneeled down to the forest floor, “Thank you Great Mother! Oh, thank you!”.

Jake had brought his second son into a hug after cutting his restraints off his wrists. But, as Lo’ak began to count the bodies around him, his heart sunk into his stomach. Spider nor you were in sight. Which only meant one thing.

“Where’s (Y/N)? Spider?” He shakingly asked, already knowing the answer.

Kiri looked up to her brother with tears in her eyes and a quivering lip. “They took him. They took them both!” She sobbed, head shaking at the fact. If only she had followed after you both. If only her Sa’nok didn’t pull her away.

Everything around Lo’ak began to crumble before him. The only thing he truly loved was taken from him, from right between his fingers.

As Jake tried to reassure his daughter that both you and Spider were going to be okay, that you both were tough kids, Lo’ak darted back into the forest, retracing his footsteps.

“Lo’ak!” Neytiri called out, trying to get him to come back. She was about to follow after him but Neteyam beat her to it, quickly running after him.

Tears began to brim Lo’ak’s waterline as he pushed himself to go faster, not wanting to accept the fact that you were now in the enemy's hands. His mate was in Quaritch’s hands, in the clutches of the RDA. Who knows what they’d do to you and Spider once you get to their base. Please, Great Mother, please bring her back.

But as the sight of the helicopter came into view and began to ascend back up with their precious cargo, Lo’ak felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

“No!” He cried out, “Bring her back!”.

He fell to his knees as the flying piece of metal got tinier and tinier in his line of sight, becoming a bot in the starry sky before disappearing completely.

You were gone. Gone without a trace. Lo’ak had no way of tracking which base they’d bring you to. He had no way of saving you as he knew his Father would never waste bullets or Na’vi lives over you and Spider. The only thing he could do was cry out to Eywa to bring you back or have Quaritch come back and take him with you. But his prayers fell on empty ears.

“Little brother,” Neteyam softly called out, finally catching up to the teen boy.

The eldest Sully knew of your relationship with his brother. He had gone to visit Spider in the lab one afternoon when he stumbled upon you and Lo’ak in quite the compromising position. The younger had to beg the older to not speak a word about what he saw, knowing that if he did, their Sa’nok would have both of your heads on a stick. Neteyam hadn’t uttered a word of it since then.

Neteyam tried his best to comfort his brother, but he knew that the only person that could comfort him was you. And you were gone. Lo’ak was going to be inconsolable until he got you back into his arms.

“She’s gone, Teyam,” Lo’ak whispered, fat tears running down his darkening cheeks, “She’s gone.”.

“I know, Lo’ak, I know,” Neteyam cooed, bringing his brother into his arms for some comfort, “I’m sorry.”.

The rest of the Sully family had met up with Neteyam and Lo’ak, hugging the boy. None of them knew of your relationship, keeping it a secret from everyone, minus Neteyam and Kiri. Neytiri and Jake thought he was distraught at losing two of his closest friends but they couldn’t be further from the truth.

That night, Lo’ak cried himself to sleep, wishing that you were in his arms and that he could bury his nose into your neck and inhale your calming, yet intoxicating, scent.

Eywa, why didn’t you bring her back?, he thought to himself as sleep began to consume him, Why didn’t you take me with her?.

[delcakoo]

omg pls idk if u did it but chapstick challenge w beomgyu would be the cutest thing ever ☹️☹️

chapstick challenge w/ beomgyu ♡̩͙ˊˎ!

your wish is my command anonnie :D

“okay,” beomgyu shrugs, throwing his phone on the couch. “anything to do with kissing you has an automatic yes from me.”

you originally thought it’d take a couple tries to convince your boyfriend to do the new, stupid challenge floating around social media, but surprisingly, it only took one puny attempt and undetailed explanation to get him on board.

of course, his reason for participation being that the ‘chapstick challenge’ involved kissing — and the simple fact that it was a challenge, and beomgyu never turned down one of those.

you blink. “oh. i wasn’t expecting a yes that quick.” you stand from the couch, pacing off to the bedroom. “let me go get the chapsticks then, big shot.” he snickers at your nickname, manspreading confidently as you eventually rush back in with a red tie and a packet of flavored lip product hidden behind your back.

once you kneel down and set your phone up on the coffee table, beomgyu takes a seat right next to you while begrudgingly tying the neckpiece over his eyes, lips perked up in determination .

as soon as the fabric is secured around his face, he starts cluelessly swinging his arms around in search of you, struggling to find your figure as your apply a grape flavoured lip balm. “yah, is this a prank? where are you?”

rolling your eyes at his impatience, you cup his cheeks to let him know you hadn’t abandoned him, giggling when he flinches and lets out a surprised yelp. “okay, ready for the first one?” you inquire.

immediately, beomgyu puckers his lips in an exaggerated manner. “i’ve been ready. c’mon, baby.”

deciding to spare some mercy and not tease, you lean in, kissing him softly. beomgyu on the other hand is more than eager to feel you; bringing you closer by your waist to deepen the kiss. at first, you believe it’s part of his strategy to win as he licks your lips innocently — but that all goes down the drain the second he playfully shoves his tongue into your mouth.

you hastily pull away, sending him a displeased glare even if he can’t see it. “beomgyu,” you scold, watching the blind idiot lean forward in an attempt to kiss you again with no avail, “i know what you’re doing.”

“what! i did nothing!” he defends in a honest tone, but you quickly catch on to the miniature, smug smirk on his now wet lips.

“you’re supposed to be guessing flavours, not making out with me!”

he pouts, sitting criss cross again. “but making out’s more fun, don’t you think?”

“gyu, if you don’t want to—“

before you can move to stand up, you’re already being pushed back down by your shoulder. “okay, okay! geez, you’re so strict,” he grumbles jokingly. “i’m gonna try for real this time, seriously.”

you sigh, reaching across the table to apply a new, fresh layer of grape chapstick. “alright then, ready?”

beomgyu nods, sitting in anticipation as you hold his arms still and bring him into another sweet kiss. you don’t move much, letting your boyfriend start his seemingly focused investigation. suddenly, he bends lower to suck your bottom lip for a few seconds, making your brows furrow in confusion.

“hmm.. what could it be..” he mumbles in a serious tone, and yet you swear you see him try to stifle a laugh.

gaining more suspicion by the minute, you raise a brow. “babe, it seriously can’t be that hard. i purposely chose an easy flavor first.”

beomgyu rudely ignores your words, much too busy resuming his hasty attack on your lips with his own. it’s messy and downright aggressive as he takes turns kissing every inch of your upper and bottom lip, tongue mischievously poking out every once in a while. at this point, you doubt there’s any chapstick left on your lips, but you couldn’t deny that all the affection you were receiving was appealing.

you take it all back when you’re abruptly hit with a gentle nip of pain. “ow!” you snap, glaring down at the boy who had just bit your bottom lip. “what the hell was that for?”

snickering, he takes off the makeshift blindfold. “sorry, just felt like it.” realising this whole idea was a total fail, you huff in defeat, watching as beomgyu licks his lips before humming in satisfaction.

you send him an unimpressed frown, “can you at least guess the flavor?”

“grape,” he instantly replies, “i already knew that since the first kiss.”

you pause, jaw dropping as you attempt to process his confession. it was truly a mystery how you ended up dating the biggest dork on planet earth. “gyu, are you kidding me?!”

even if he’s anything but, beomgyu shrugs with innocent eyes before tossing the blindfold over to you. “nope. now put this on, baby. it’s your turn to kiss me, don’t you think?”

clearly, your boyfriend wasn’t here to guess lip balm flavors. you groan, picking up the tie and accepting your defeat, watching beomgyu reach over for the chapstick with his classic, stupid grin on his face.

woops this was longer than i anticipated 😭 still not gonna add my taglist tho jshdj, if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated!

[miniwheat77]

Crimson. (Graves x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, stepcest, unprotected sex, choking, alcohol, drinking, no minors! NOT EDITED

Phillip gets drunk and mistakes you for your mom.

You weren’t super close with your mom or her new husband, but you had no choice.

You were going to college and since your rent had gotten raised, you had no choice but to stay with them. It was only for a year, until you were finished with school. You knew it wouldn’t be forever.

The first few months were alright, it was awkward because of course Phillip would try to play dad. He was a little overbearing and irritating considering your mom wasn’t a super active parent anyways. So when he wanted to have family dinners and wanted movie nights with the three of you, it got weird. Nevertheless, you put up with it. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t your dad, that he didn’t have to try to do things your father never did. Sometimes when he was a little too harsh, your mom had to remind him that he wasn’t your dad and to take things easy because of how your dad had treated you before he left.

You noticed pretty quickly that something was up between your mom and him, and you figured out pretty quickly what was going on, that she was seeing someone else. You didn’t say anything to him because it’s not your business but even you’d caught her in lies about where she was going. She was gone on business trips all of the time, but her phone location never moved from the town you lived in. It was suspicious but he didn’t suspect anything, it wasn’t your business.

You only had a few months left and than you’d never have to deal with this again, you can do anything for a few months.

At least that’s what you try to tell yourself.

You’re sitting on the living room couch, resting your head on your hand and flipping through channels on the TV, trying to find something to watch. Your mom is out helping your grandma, or so she said. You called your grandma to ask how things were going.

She said your mom wasn’t with her.

It was funny that she was such a sloppy liar and Phillip never noticed. You didn’t know if he was oblivious or just plain stupid.

Phillip was out with his friends from work, he said he’d be out at the bar for a while and “not to wait up for him” not that you would but he was trying to be funny. He got a lot of eye rolls out of you, that was pretty much it. He tried really hard to make you laugh and see you smile but he never got it.

Your eyelids are getting heavy and the sound of TV starts to get drowned out until you hear keys rattling outside the door. You hear them hit the ground immediately after. A faint ‘shit’ coming from the other side of the door. You snort, standing up. You open up the door for him, seeing a smile on his lips. “Hey baby, sorry.” He’s slurring his words, clearly drunk. “Uh.. did.. did you drive home?” You ask him, trying to look passed him.

“No- course not honey, I’m not that dumb.” He laughs, pushing you back. You look confused as he’s touching you, why is he touching you?

“Sorry, didn’t mean to get home so late.” He laughs. You try to create some distance between the two of you but he’s still pushing you back slightly. “Been thinking about you all night- missed you.” You laugh awkwardly, trying to push him back. “I think you’re drunk, maybe you should get some-“ a gasp leaves your lips as he forces you back onto the couch. “No, I mean I really missed you.” His smile is gone now, he’s nudging your cheek with his nose, forcing himself between your legs. “Wait- Phillip- I’m not“ he starts to attack your neck with kisses, nipping at your skin. Your lips part slightly and you want to push him off.

You really want to.

Your heart thumps in your chest, he reaches for the zipper on his jeans. Your words get caught in your throat. Why are you letting him do this? He grinds himself into you, sloppily kissing along your jaw.

He pushes your shorts to the side and before you can protest anymore, he’s inside of you.

His thrusts are sloppy and he’s a little rough. You don’t make much noise besides pants and whines. Never making another move to stop him even when you know you should. You know this is wrong. Before you can stop him, he’s finishing inside of you with a groan. He moves off of you, mumbling something else but you don’t catch it. He just barely gets his jeans back on before he’s passing out. You stare at him, lips parted, eyes wide. What the hell just happened?

You stand up, trying to create some distance between you. You just had sex with him. Your step dad.

You turn away, rushing up the stairs in a hurry. The burn of his skin on yours. The feel of him inside of you, it throws you into another world. You shouldn’t have liked it.

What’s wrong with you.

—

“I uh.. don’t remember much from last night. But I had a good time with you.” He smirks at your mom. She reaches for her keys. She laughs. “What are you talking about? I was at my moms house helping her clean things up. That’s why you went to the bar in the first place, remember?” She laughs, taking a drink of her coffee. He looks confused for just a second.

“Oh hey Y/N. Didn’t see you standing there.” She smiles. He freezes. It clicks in his brain what might’ve happened. Turning to look at you. He sees it in your eyes, seeing you avoid his eye contact. It only confirms his suspicions. “I have to go to class now.” You mumble, turning and hurrying away. “Have a good day honey.” Your mom calls. “I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” She says bye to him before leaving along with you. Fear courses through him. What the hell happened?

He has no choice but to wait for you to get out of class, deciding to watch tv on the couch. He’s eyeing his watch as the seconds tick by, it feels like forever. Every hour that passes, he’s looking at his watch.

Finally, he hears the handle being unlocked, you open up the door. Your eyes widen slightly when you see him and he stands up. You think of an excuse, you forgot what?

“Don’t.” He sighs. He can see you’re looking for an escape. You swallow hard.

He turns the tv off, tossing the remote down onto the couch and crosses his arms. You step inside, closing the door skeptically behind you.

“What happened last night?” He asks. He sees you swallow hard, avoiding his gaze. “I.. I was watching tv when you came home.” You stare off, fiddling with your backpack strings. “I think..” you gulp again. “Think you thought I was my mom.” Your voice is quiet.

“Did I…” he starts but stops himself, clenching his eyes shut.

“Did I force myself on you?” He takes a step toward you.

You swallow hard. Looking down. He did, but you made no effort to stop him, and you fucking liked it. You try to shake away the voice in your head. You feel guilty. His stomach falls at your silence. He doesn’t remember much but he remembers being inside of something… inside of you.

“Y/N.. I’m so sorry.” He breathes. He takes a step toward you, seeing the way you try to take a step back but the door is there. “I… how can I make this up to you? I.. I swear I would never hurt you like that. I was drunk.” He tries to plead with you. “I know.. I know you wouldn’t so just.. forget about it okay? It was a mistake, just… forget it.”

He sighs. How is he supposed to just forget about forcing himself on his step daughter?

You break away from the door and make your way for your room, he lets you go even though he knows he shouldn’t.

He returns to his spot on the couch and sighs. Putting his face in his hands. He closes his eyes and rests for a second, his mind moves at a mile a minute.

A memory breaks through the darkness, and he hears moans. The memories from the night before seeming to flood his mind. His hips thrusting into you, the squeals and whines you were letting out.

His eyes snap open and all at once he remembers everything.

He hesitates, feeling heat pool in his lower stomach. He glides his hand over his growing erection. He shouldn’t be feeling this way over you. He needs to just forget about it like you said.

—

It’s been weeks.

He’s tried to forget about it but around every corner, he’s craving what he felt with you. He’s been distant toward your mom but he doesn’t think she’s even noticed. She’s always been so busy with her job. He knows you still feel something. When he touches you by accident it sends chills up your spine, cheeks warming up and you’re drawing away from him in a hurry.

“Hey. So.. I was thinking.”

Your mom speaks up at dinner. “Since I’ll be gone for work this weekend, maybe the two of you should do something together.” You swallow hard, looking up from your plate at her. “Like what?”

She laughs. “Y/N, come on. At least try okay? And I don’t know. Maybe go to the movies or.. bowling or something.”

“Uh.. yeah. I’m sure we can find something to do.” He tries to laugh his nervousness off. He notices the way you seem to shut down, staring off into space as you try to finish your dinner. You’re thinking about it.

He’s thinking about it too.

You eventually excuse yourself from the table and it’s got him thinking, what on earth can the two of you do this weekend? Your mom will want pictures of course.

The moment she’s gone, that same heat is pooling in his groin. He thinks about you and how you felt around him, what little he remembers. He hates that he had you drunk, because now all he wants is you while sober. He’s frustrated. He goes to find you. It’s still early, you might not be awake just yet. He knocks at your door, to his surprise, you answer. You open the door but take a step back when you see it’s him. “Did you think anymore about what you want to do this weekend?” He asks. You shake your head. “I.. no. There’s not much to do here.” You avoid his gaze. He chews on his lip.

“I can take you shopping.”

You shake your head. “All my money is going into school right now, I can’t.”

He laughs. “Why would I invite you if I expected you to pay?”

“What? No- no. I don’t want you to do that.”

“I.. look. Just let me do it alright? As an apology.”

You freeze up. “That sounded so much worse than I intended it. I don’t want to buy your silence, I-“ he sighs. “It’s fine, but you don’t owe me anything.”

“Well.. let’s go find you some stuff for school, how about that?” You nod your head, agreeing with anything he says. “Alright- fine.” You nod. “Great, get dressed and than we’ll go.”

He disappears down the hallway, you close the door. You’re so frustrated.

He’s so caring and so handsome and your mom is out fucking around making a fool of herself when she’s got a guy like him at home. You’ve never met a bigger moron. You sigh, hurrying to get dressed, really you just want this over with.

You don’t know why you put makeup on, why you perfect it, or why you put nice clothes. It’s just your step-dad.

Who you already screwed once.

You shake yourself out of your thoughts. Your brain is a fucking curse lately, it won’t let it go.

He was drunk, he wasn’t thinking right. That’s it.

You make your way downstairs, the nerves set in and your hands are sweaty. He’s got jeans on, a dark blue long sleeve shirt. It squeezes his form in the most perfect ways. What the hell were you thinking agreeing to this? He’s just finished tying his boots when you take a step off the bottom stair. “Ready?”

You nod your head. Still avoiding his gaze.

He leads you to his truck and you climb into the passenger seat.

His truck even smells like him and it’s clean inside. He’s fucking intoxicating. You want to scream at how perfect he seems. How the fuck is she doing this to him? You looked at her location just before you came down the stairs and she’s at his fucking house again.

You seem to curl into yourself, turning your knees toward your door.

“You know.. we’re going to have to talk about it at some point… right?” He mumbles. “Yeah, but let’s not do that today.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, I’m not some fragile vase that’s gonna fall apart.”

“I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

You snort.

“Y/N. Please. Just listen to me alright? I’m sorry.”

“It’s not like you took advantage of me, you were drunk. Just drop it.”

“Y/N, I forced myself on you, there’s not much of a difference there.”

You laugh. “Yeah, aside from the fact that I barely tried to stop you.”

The words have left your mouth before you can control it. Your eyes widen. “What?”

You stay quiet.

“I don’t think I… I don’t understand.” He breathes.

“I could’ve pushed you off of me. I could’ve fought harder. But I didn’t. I let you fuck me.”

His blood is running cold in his veins. You haven’t even left the driveway yet. He swallows hard at your admission. “I know it was wrong of me and I’m trying to forget about it. I don’t know what I was thinking. You came onto me and I didn’t know what to do.” He hasn’t even started his truck yet but he doesn’t think either of you are going to be making it to the store today. “Is that why you didn’t tell your mom?” He asks. “What? No.” You mumble. “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because then she’d get to feel like the victim and she’s not innocent here either.” You don’t know why you’re going to tell him. You’re going to ruin their marriage and they’re both going to hate your guts but you can’t live like this anymore.

“What are you saying?”

“Phillip I know you’re not this dumb. She’s fucking someone else.” He freezes up.

He actually had no idea.

“When she says she’s going out of town or going to help my grandma out, she’s lying. I mean for fucks sake, she’s at his house right now.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because she’s lying. I have her location, you don’t?” He shakes his head. “Look.” You hand him your phone. He sees it, and what drives this entire situation home, is that he knows whose house it is. A coworker of hers. A guy. He laughs. He should care more than he does but he just doesn’t. He gives you your phone back. “I’m not gonna lie I expected you to be more sad.” He sits there for a second. He looks angry.

He starts the truck, throwing the column shifter into reverse. He throws his right arm up onto your headrest and spins around, looking out the back window and speeding out of the driveway. You hold onto the seat. He’s pissed. Once he’s out onto the road, he throws it into drive and speeds down the road. “What are you gonna do?”

He laughs. “Think you’ll find out soon enough.”

The house is only a couple blocks over and he reaches it quickly, pulling into the driveway, making sure to spin his tires in the gravel. Once he’s done that, it doesn’t take long for your mom and the man you assume she’s been sleeping with emerge out into the front porch. Phillip stands just to the left of his truck, arms crossed. He takes a couple steps forward and you climb out of the passenger seat too. Feet landing in the gravel. “So.. this is where you work?” Phillip laughs. Your mom is dead silent. “What are you guys doing here?” She’s clearly caught. “Ah, father daughter bonding. Maybe bowling. The movies. How to catch a cheater.” He swallows hard. “Y/N. Maybe you should go.” Your mom mumbles. “You shouldn’t see this.” Phillip laughs, shaking his head. “She’s fine, I’ll give her a ride when I’m done.”

“Phillip can we just talk? Alone?” Crocodile tears stream from her eyes. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt. Me and Y/N are going to find something to do. And I hope your stuff will be out of my house by the time we’re back. Y/N is more than welcome to stay with me until she’s done with school, but you and I are done.” He shakes his head. Climbing back into his truck. “Y/N. Are you going to go with him?” She asks in disbelief. You shake your head. “Being with my dad taught you nothing.” You mumble. She almost misses it. “Y/N.” She calls. You ignore her, climbing back into the truck as well. He pulls out of the driveway, heading back down the road.

When he pulls back into your house, you wait until he makes the first move. “You alright?”

He nods his head. “I’m great. Honestly, I haven’t been paying that much mind to anything with her since you’ve been around.” He chuckles.

“I thought you would take this harder.”

He shakes his head, surprised by the eye contact you’re finally making with him. “Nah, not gonna lie I haven’t thought about anything but that fucking pussy since I’ve been inside of it.”

Your lips part in surprise. “And I know I came inside you, tell me. Did you buy something for that? Hm?” You swallow hard. “I’m on something.” You mumble. Turning your head to the passenger window. “Yeah? Thought maybe since you’re a bad girl you went up to your room and fucked my cum deeper into that pussy.” You clench your eyes closed, why is he doing this? Is this his revenge?

“Cat got your tongue now? You’re not scared are you? I sure hope not.” He scoffs, laughing. “Didn’t even try to stop me.” He mumbles.

“Come here.”

You turn to look at him quickly. “What?”

“Sit in my lap.”

“No- I-“

He reaches across the center console, placing a hand on your thigh. “Fucking me isn’t going to help you get revenge.”

He laughs. “I don’t care about revenge. These last few weeks I’ve done nothing but regret what I did, I felt like a complete asshole for coming onto you like I did. But you liked it.” He clicks his tongue. He scoots all the way over and props himself up, grasping your hips and forcing you into his lap, straddling his legs. “And maybe now I won’t feel so guilty for wanting more…” he rakes your body with his eyes, slowly moving them up until he makes eye contact with you. “I don’t remember very much, but I remember how good you felt. How tight you were. Haven’t thought about anything else but you squirming while I give you more.” He grasps your hips and you can’t help it, moving them back and forth into him. The way he talks to you- it’s too much.

“I.. you’re not doing this with me just because you’re mad at her, right?” He can see that you’re nervous. “No sweetheart. Trust me, been holding myself back for a while now.” His voice is barely above a whisper. He reaches for his zipper once more, tugging his cock through the hole. He glides his hand up his cock, rubbing his thumb over the fat tip. You swallow hard.

He’s stone cold sober now, and you’re more nervous than ever.

Thank god his windows are tinted like this.

“You want to feel me?” He mumbles. His eyes are dark, full of lust. You mind your head. “Here.” He reaches for your pants, helping you get at least one leg out of them, tugging your panties to the side like he’d done to your shorts a couple weeks ago. “S’alright. Nothing to be nervous about.” He mumbles. Raising you up so that you could line him up with your entrance. “I know I didn’t treat you right before. Don’t think I even made you cum..” he laughs. “So selfish of me, I’ll make it up to you.” He leans in, attacking your neck. Feeling him on you, inside of you. You tilt your head back as you sink further and further down into him, until your thighs relax and give out as he fills you up. They shiver slightly but as he forces you to rock back and forth you sit up. You keep your head tilted back as you raise yourself up, then back down. Picking up the speed as you ride him.

“Oh fuck-“ he breathes. You clutch the seat, moving your hips back and forth on his. His eyes are dark and glossy as he watches you, you’re not looking at him so you don’t see the admiration he has for you, but it’s there. His eyes flash to your chest and he pushes your shirt up over your breasts, tugging your bra down and tugging one of your nipples between his lips, sucking at it. You shake on him, the pleasure he’s giving you is unmatched. “Fuck.. oh fuck.” You whine. You’re panting above him. “Fuck baby, get in the back.” He mumbles.

You slide off of him and he groans out, you climb over the center console and into the back seat. He follows quickly. You lay back on the seat and he moves himself between your legs. Feeling him there again is foreign. Something you never saw happening ever again. He slides back inside of you, his cock parting your folds and filling you up.

He looks down at you, that same look in his eyes. You can’t deny the passion the both of you share. He grips your thighs as he starts thrusting inside of you at a bruising pace. “You look so good underneath me.” He breathes. He raises up one of your legs, lining kisses along your calf. You close your eyes relishing in the pleasure he’s giving you. Feeling chills rise on every inch of your skin. You never realized just how fit he was, he always tried to be modest around you. Always wearing a shirt and shorts while you’re around. His stomach is toned and his arms are big and muscular. No wonder he can move you with so much ease. You clench your eyes shut, panting out. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter, about to unravel. The closer you get, the more uncontrollable your moans become. He knows you’re almost there. Your thighs shiver as he fucks you, deep and hard. You didn’t know what you could be missing out on, but he’s showing you.

He glides his hand over your bare stomach, shirt still pulled up. “Such a good girl for me.” He growls. His hand moves further and further up, his hand resting on your throat. He rests it there but doesn’t put much pressure there. “You trust me?” He asks. You nod your head. “Don’t freak out, m’gonna make you feel really good.” He applies pressure to your throat, and your eyes widen just slightly, apprehension apparent in your gaze. But you don’t stop him. You bring your hand up to rest on his wrist and look up at him. Your eyes are glossed over like his. He applies more and more pressure until you close your eyes. Skin flushing crimson. He applies just enough pressure, sending you somewhere else.

He lowers his other hand, thumbing your clit. Your lips part, and when you cum, your entire body shakes and convulses but he keeps his hand there. Cutting off your oxygen. Only when your high is ridden out does he let go, hearing you suck in a harsh breath of air. You’re panting, breathing in the air like it’s limited. One more thrust from him and he’s hissing out, hips bucking into you. You cry out at the overstimulation, but he relaxes his hips, resting his forehead on your chest. You look up at the ceiling of his truck, eyes wide. You have never cum that hard in your life.

He rests for a minute, regaining his breath and you do the same. You’ll for sure have bruises around your throat but you think you’ll like to see them the following day.

“Sorry if I was too rough.” He finally draws away from you. You blush, looking down. “No… no you weren’t I liked it.” You breathe.

“Still got the whole day ahead of us. Still got time to go to the mall.” He shrugs. A smile on his lips. “You don’t have to buy me stuff.”

He laughs. “You look like you haven’t had new shoes in ages Y/N. Let me take care of you.”

“You know you have no obligation like that to me.. you don’t have to do that.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t have to do anything, but I want to do this.”

“Can I at least get cleaned up first?” You blush. He shakes his head. “No. I like the thought of you walking around with my cum dripping down your legs.” He smirks.

“Jesus Christ.” You mumble. “I’m kidding, yeah. I’ve got to get new locks anyways. I meant what I said though.” He stops you just as you’re about to get out of his truck. “I want you to stay here, with me. You just got used to me, no reason you should have to go and get used to some other guy, alright?” You nod your head. “Thank you Phillip.” You smile. He grasps your chin, forcing you to look up at him, leaning into you. He presses his lips to yours, something he realizes he hasn’t done just yet.

When he finally lets you go, he watches you as you walk up the front porch.

He’s going to have to deal with your mom later, but that price is right for you. You’re a good girl and he can take good care of you, despite your age gap.

You’re his now. Wether your mom likes it or not.

[izzabela]

Hi! could you please write bi-han headcanons w fem reader that is a lot shorter than him? Thank you for noticing ❤️

Short Glass of Water - Bi Han x short!fem!reader (headcanons)

in which your height gets you into certain scenarios

a/n: i'm 5'3 and my bf is 6', so i will be basing these things from reality too

ship[s]: bi han x short!fem!reader

warning(s): MDNI LATER ON (you'll see the tag)

- short!fem!reader is but 5' tall. Bi Han is imagine is roughly 6'. if not, 6'1

- short!fem!reader often gets lost in crowds of people. i mean it. you'll separate from Bi Han for a second to look at something pretty, next thing you know he's hollering your name while Lin Kuei warriors are hopping roofs for you

- short!fem!reader is not allowed to leave his side anymore after that

- short!fem!reader likes to call Bi Han to get things for her when it's too high. Bi Han pretends to be annoyed over it, but he actually loves it

- short!fem!reader hates when Bi Han holds objects over her head, or use his full wingspan to keep objects away from her

- Bi Han likes your height because he loves your eyes. big, round, doll-like eyes that look up at him with so much love and adoration

- short!fem!reader likes the date nights out because she feels the bodyguard privileges. she loves the security of how big Bi Han is (also plays into her fantasies)

- short!fem!reader gets the softest headpats from Bi Han. especially when they cuddle. he strokes your hair softly, kind of like someone does to a newborn kitty

- short!fem!reader can reach places Bi Han can't, especially when you guys are being playful. you almost gave him a heart attack once when you hid at the top of the family tree in the garden

- short!fem!reader cannot hug Bi Han around the neck. To compensate, Bi Han carries her up so her legs wrap around his waist and she can wrap her arms around his neck. She especially loves to nuzzle into the warmth his thick neck provides

-MDNI FROM HERE ON OUT-

- short!fem!reader loves it when Bi Han mentions their obvious size difference, thats how you get the kink in the first place. things like "you enjoy feeling every part of me in your little body, huh doll?" or "do you feel that? how big i get just for you, doll?"

- his muscles. short!fem!reader loves his muscles to the point where hickiss are littered all over his arms and back. huge back muscles and biceps specked with deep red hickies

- short!fem!reader absolutely adores the way Bi Han manhandles her. the tight grip he has on her waist, the way he just throws her leg over his shoulder, or tosses her onto the bed before the love-making begins

- short!fem!reader also enjoys the spanking. she loves the roughness that Bi Han gives her in bed because he's so gentle with her in the day. she likes the bruises, the semi-temporary reminders of their nightly activities

- short!fem!reader goes gaga over kneeling in front of Bi Han. it kind of plays into the size kink she has, but can you blame her? there's power in Bi Hans eyes as she takes his entire girth, eyes locked on his as she skillfully bobs, licks, and sucks her personal "popsicle" up (and Bi Han loves it just as much)

- short!fem!reader also goes nuts over the dirty talk, by the way. During doggy, as Bi Han practically drills into your wet cunt as he looms over you, nipping your ear as he whispers the dirtiest of things. things like "you're taking me so well, doll" or "do you like how i reach around you perfectly, gripping your throat as you beg for more?"

- short!fem!reader loves how Bi Han can use only one arm when lifting you up. when you two stand during sex, he grips your thigh with one hand while the other is tweaking your nip as you feel the head of his cock abuse the beginning of your cervix

- and oh, short!fem!reader can't get enough of Bi Han pressing his hand on her belly, the pressure of it as his cock hits the perfect spot makes her speechless. she loses all thought as the feeling of Bi Han's length fills her

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something something Bi Han and his size kink

short and sweet, thanks for the req! im writing another one about kung lao and i think you guys will like it

see yall in the next fic!

[222col]

final part of sugardaddy!au | the decision is looming over you, art or patrick? | 18+

"what do you say, princess? who's it going to be, me or art?"

both boys' hands haven't left your legs, both inching their way up your thighs. both looking at you through half-lidded eyes. breath hitching as art's hand darts up further up your thigh, underneath the fabric of your dress. patrick's lips inching towards your neck, licking a line up to your jaw. "maybe she doesn't have to decide right this second," art suggests, his lips attaching to the other side of your neck.

any sense of sanity or precise thought is gone from your brain the second their lips are on your skin. sandwiched between two of the most attractive men you've ever seen, literally spoilt for choice. "we've always been good at sharing, haven't we art?" patrick's hand meets arts on your legs. their hands touching, centimetres away from your aching cunt. you haven't said a word since entering art's place, too dumbfounded by it all to even consider speaking aloud. their kisses on your neck getting sloppier, both nipping at the skin on your jaw as both of their middle fingers meet over the sweet spot you're craving them on. their fingers moving in unison, rubbing you over the fabric of your underwear. "you wanna be treated like the little slut that you are, kitten?" patrick encourages. "wanna get fucked by both your boys, baby girl?" art whispers against your skin.

"shit, fuck- yes, oh my god, please," words finally escape your lips, finally spreading your legs and grasping hold of their heads. both art and patrick's mouths move along your jaw, meeting at your lips. tongues glaze over each other as their fingers slip underneath your underwear, moving quicker in unison on your bare skin. "tell us baby, use your words." patrick pulls away. moaning into art's mouth as you finally cry out. "please, i want you both to fuck me so badly, i need you both." mewling as they both remove their fingers from your wetness. art stands first, patrick following suit, leaning down to pick you up. your legs around his waist, lips attacking his as they lead you to art's bedroom.

art sits on the bed, pulling off his shirt, his legs spread as patrick sets you down in front of him, pulling your dress over your head. your back against art's chest, his arms wrapping around you, groping and manhandling your breasts. patrick slips his shirt off, climbing over to the two of you, lips on yours as he sits on his knees in front of you. art undoes your bra, letting it fall into your lap, hands moving straight back to tease your nipples. patrick throws the bra across the room, stripping you off your panties. removing his lips from yours as he licks a line down your body, laying flat on his stomach as his hands wrap around your upper thighs. pulling you towards him as his tongue attacks your clit. your head falls back against art's shoulder, feet resting on the back of patrick's neck. art's lips suckle on the skin of your neck, still groping your chest as he pushes his hard-on into your back. patrick's near enough humping the bed to the sound of your moans. "you like patrick's tongue on you baby?" art asks, eyes shut as you nod your head. "we told you to use your words, princess." patrick mumbles into your cunt.

"i- yes, shit, he feels so fucking good." your hands gripping art's thighs that rest beside your hips. "better." patrick states before quickening the pace of his tongue on you. his curls tickling your thighs. "such a little whore, aren't you?" art's hand wraps around your throat, making out with every bit of skin he can reach on you. "yes, daddy." you catch yourself off guard, the skin on your cheeks reddening before art responds. "god, i've dreamt of you calling me that." patrick works you closer and closer to orgasm until you finally burst. the heels of your feet digging into his head as art's grip tightens around your neck. screaming out both of their names as you come over patrick's face. loosening your grip around him as he crawls up and kisses your lips, then art's. "doesn't our girl taste fucking delicious?" art licks his lips, humming in agreement.

moving you onto your hands and knees, both boys rid themselves of their shorts and boxers. art's hands grabbing your hips, grinding himself against your ass, patrick moves in front of you, hitting his cock against your cheek. "open." he orders, your mouth is barely agape before his cock slides down your throat. his hands grasp your hair, pulling you up and down on his member. art lines himself up with you, teasing your entrance with his tip before pushing himself inside you. "fuck, i've missed this." smiling against patrick's cock as art starts to slowly thrust against you. "it's only been a week, loverboy." patrick mocks, thrusting his hips, pushing himself further down your throat, ignoring the gags that come from you as spit slips from the corners of your mouth. "too long." art mumbles in some fucked-out state as his pace increases. the boys' thrusts are almost in sync, keeping eye contact as groans and profanities leave their lips. tears welling in your eyes as patrick uses your throat, spanks across your ass from art as he fucks you into another century.

"fuck, m'gonna come," art groans, his thrusts getting sloppy. "come in our girl art, fucking fill her up." humming against patrick at the idea, art's grip on your hips tightening as his load empties inside your cunt. pulling out of you slowly before collapsing beside you, patrick wastes no time at all, pulling out of your mouth and moving to behind you. you can't tell if its you or the feeling of art's come around patrick's member that makes the guttural moan escape him as he slides into your stretched out pussy. art's breath shaky, leaning up to kiss your swollen lips as his hand reaches beneath you. patrick fucks you harder, working his way closer to orgasm as art's thumb rubs your clit. "you're such a good girl, you gonna come for us baby?" all you can muster is a hum in response to art's words, met with a hard spank across your ass from patrick. "yes- yes, fuck, so close,"

the boys work you closer and closer to orgasming, bursting when patrick's hand wraps around your throat, coming all over art's hand and patrick's cock. one last thrust is all it takes for patrick to fill you up after feeling you come on his cock. falling straight onto your stomach as patrick pulls out of you and falls next to you on the bed. "you did so good baby," art whispers, stroking your hair before darting off to the bathroom. "you want us both, don't you?" patrick states softly, moving your hair from your face. your cheeks reddening. simply nodding slightly before art reenters the room. patrick kisses your forehead as art begins to clean you up, running a damp towel over your skin.

the three of you lay together quietly having put on your underwear and one of art's t-shirts, the boys in their boxers. "i don't think she wants to pick, art," patrick says, sitting up to lean on headboard. he holds out his arm for you to snuggle into his chest. "do you, princess?" taking patrick's offer, you move underneath his arm. "you wanna keep letting us share you, baby?" art questions, sitting up himself now. breathing deeply, you finally answer them. "i like you both, so much, and i don't want to have to stop seeing one of you." patrick's stroking your skin underneath his arm as art draws shapes on your legs. "it wouldn't be like this, the three of us, all the time, but equal time with each of you." the boys are listening intently, nodding along to your words. "maybe sometimes all three of us though?" patrick suggests, smirking at his friend, who smiles back and nods. "if it means i get you even some of the time, i'm happy to share you baby, if that's what you want." art leans to bring your hand to his lips, placing small kisses on your fingers. patrick agrees with his friend, kissing the top of your head. "i'm in too, you're our girl."

the three of you sit quietly together afterwards, curious of the time that lies ahead and the new dynamic that enters the relationships you all share. ready to delve into new situations, but knowing you all have each others back. patrick breaks the silence after a little while. "round two?"

thank u so so much to everyone who's read, interacted and enjoyed this miniseries xx mwah xx

[ramblingoak]

A Nap With Terzo

~ A special edition of Naps With Copia ~

This was for an Anon that was having a tough time with their finals and wanted a comforting nap with Terzo 💙 (sorry this took forever!)

Terzo x gn!reader

The naps are all stand alone stories so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft naps.

Warnings: none, just Terzo being a little silly, sfw, 800 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

No one else got to see him like this. 

Well, maybe his ghouls did.  Spending months together packed into a tour bus allowed you to see the best and worst of everyone.  You had heard plenty of stories of the things the band and crew would get up to.  To be honest some stories you wished you could forget. Although knowing why Alpha was strongly discouraged from coming back to Albuquerque, New Mexico did give you good blackmail material.  

Moments like this though were something rare to see.  The Siblings were used to Papa Emeritus III and his ways.  They had spent years watching him on stage and at the pulpit.  Both were performances for your Papa.  Both showed a side of him that he had spent years honing to perfection.  The boisterous and carefree Papa that was quick to tease and even quicker to flirt.  But right now, tucked away in your bed and softly snoring…

This was your Papa. 

“I need to get up soon.”

“Hush. You need rest, Terzo.”

“Eh, I’m fine.”  His body betrayed him, his jaw immediately opening in a wide yawn.  When he caught your smirk he huffed, rolling his eyes as he turned the other way.  “Imperator will be looking for me.  So she can nitpick how each ritual went.”

“Don’t worry about her.”  Terzo turned his head, his eyebrow raised in question as he peered at you.  “She has her hands full.”

“Oh?”  You laughed when he quickly spun around, his arms snaking around your waist to bring you in close.  “Do tell, amore.”

“Your brothers promised to keep her attention until the morning.”

“Sounds ominous.”  

He ducked his head, hiding his face in your neck.  Terzo always got shy when his brothers helped him.  Like the notion of a family acting like family was still foreign to him.  You dropped a kiss onto his head and gently started carding your fingers through his hair.  

“Secondo assured me no one would get hurt.”  

“Bene.”  He pressed a few kisses of his own into your skin before pulling away, a soft smile on his face.  “What shall we do with all that time, hmm?”

His attempt at wiggling his eyebrows failed as he started yawning again.  He groaned when he was done, flinging himself onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.  

“I think a nap is the only thing you need to focus on right now.”

“But amore, that’s so boring!”  You obliged him when he tugged you close.  “I’d rather be kissing you.”  

“We can kiss after a nap.”

“We can kiss before one too.”  

He leaned in and planted a noisy smooch on your cheek, his lips then traveling down to your chin and over to your ear.  When his teeth gently nibbled at the lobe you squealed and tried to move away but his arms remained tight around you.

“Terzo!  Stop, stop!”  The bastard just laughed, continuing to attack you with his lips and teeth.  “Ah!  Papa, I will call Imperator, I swear to Satan.”

With a huff he pulled away, although he kept his arms tight around you.  When you noticed his pout you couldn’t help but giggle and lean in to kiss him.  The man was infuriatingly irresistible even when he was driving you crazy. 

“Fine, fine.  Ruin my fun.”  The pouting continued, even when you kissed him again.  “Here I am, thinking you would have missed me after all these months.  Missed my touch and my kisses.  I guess I was wrong.”

“Don’t be such a baby!”  You nipped at his full bottom lip this time, pulling it between your teeth to sooth it with your tongue briefly before leaning away.  “Terzo, I promise that if you are very very good and take a nice long nap we can have some fun after.  Okay?”

His face brightened and he snuggled closer, his hands traveling up and down your back possessively.  

“You promise, amore?”

“I promise.”  

His bright smile was beautiful, as was everything else about him.  You had to kiss him again, a soft one that you reserved for quiet moments like this.  He pulled away, still smiling, and reached up to cup your cheek.

“Then we better get started, eh?  The sooner we wake up the sooner we can have some of that fun you’ve promised me.”

You snorted while you settled yourself more comfortably against him.  Resting your head on his shoulder and one hand on his chest.  His heart beat steadily beneath it, a reminder that he was here with you again.  Terzo’s breathing was evening out and you soon heard the soft snores he insisted he never did.  You closed your eyes and focused on falling asleep yourself, wanting to get some rest along with your Papa.

You wanted the fun to start soon too.

~ Naps With Copia series masterpost ~

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[megistusdiary]

ur favorite dehya anon is here miauuuu :3 i was pondering about it but since dehya is catlike, she'd have heat cycles methinks and i feel like during those she just wants to breed you nonstop sighhh i want her so bad - 🦁

omg hi pookie, welcome back. i also agree, and i hope it's ok that i made dehya a lion hybrid in this :3

𝖉𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖆 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙

dom!lioness dehya x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, breeding kink, strap usage (cum-filled...), reader in 'kitty' outfit, lioness!dehya in heat, size difference, cunnilingus + fingering, tail-plug insertion

you stand in the mirror, assessing your body and fiddling with the delicate lace lingerie.

is this too much? archons, you feel silly all dolled up like this. would she even like it? would it make her feel strange? she isn't a housecat, after all, she is a lioness.

you smooth your shaky hands down your exposed sides, adjusting the light blue fabric of the bra, followed by the elegant little collar, the bell softly chiming, finishing with fluffing up your soft kitty ear headband.

"this... is ridiculous." you sigh, though you're startled from your thoughts by a knock at the bedroom door.

"are you in there, sweetheart?" dehya asks through the door. you can hear how sultry her voice is, despite the exhaustion from her long day.

"yes!" you squeak quickly, holding the bell to prevent it from making noise as you rush to the door, hand hesitating over the knob.

the moment you open the door, she's on you, pulling you in before you can register her touch. "are you purposefully trying to tempt me?" she grunts into your hair, feeling you shiver.

"you...like it?"

she pulls away, guiding your chin up to meet her gaze, seeing her eyes dilate when she looks at you. "you have no idea how much i want you." she mumbles, leaning down to capture your lips.

her tongue is slightly rough (thank her lioness genes) as it rubs over yours, coaxing out pathetic little mewls and whines from you. she backs you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with a harsh slam before pressing you up against the wall.

she lifts you, like you weigh nothing at all, continuing to kiss you fervently, stealing your breath right from the source.

her lips trail down your neck, sharp fangs teasing your skin, lapping over the tender flesh with her roughened tongue. "may i have you?" she grunts. "please?"

she sounds so sweet, despite how clearly she is restraining herself, claws digging into your skin. "yes." you answer breathlessly, gasping when she lifts you, tossing you onto the bed.

she leans up, looming over you. there's something different in the way she looks at you, with those cute little ears on your head. she bites her lip, her cunt grinding against your ass as if she could breed you herself.

"a kitty..." she comments, stroking your cheek, gentle compared to her rutting against you. "such a pretty girl."

"there... are other um... gifts for you." her fluffy ears perk up at your soft words, letting you sit up.

you crawl across the bed, digging through the drawer to retrieve two boxes. "one, i guess i need help with. the other, you'll know what to do with."

she tears open the first box, seeing a fluffy white tail matching the ears, connected to a shiny plug meant to fit snugly into you. her heart races at the thought of seeing you with both the tail and ears, how you really would look like such a good little kitty under her.

"i haven't tried to put it in yet, so-"

"i'll handle it." she interrupts, ripping into the second box. this one has her shakily exhaling as she removes the bottle.

it's for the strap you had gotten her for her birthday; the fillable one.

this new bottle was supposed to mimic thicker cum, something that would stick, so to speak.

she looks up at you, her pupils nearly expanding to the size of her eyes. "this is- i..." she stumbles, shaking her head in disbelief and awe.

she drops both gifts onto the bed, attacking you with nips and kisses all the way down your body. she doesn't bother removing your panties, merely sliding them to the side to lap messily at your pussy.

you mewl beneath her, thighs squeezing her head as she indulges in you, nose pressed to your clit while her tongue wiggles its way into you. she groans, moving more eagerly tonight.

her fingers join in eventually, her tongue instead overstimulating your clit while her newly dulled nails rub your g-spot. she watches your every reaction, eyes narrowing at your little breaths and whimpers.

she wants to please you; her pretty little mate. she wants to prepare you well, to give you plenty of little kits with her. she wants to fill you up, to watch it bulge in your stomach and leak out of you.

after two orgasms have been coaxed out of you, she is more than eager to have you, positioning you perfectly on all fours. she gently pushes your back into a divine arch, peeling your panties down your thighs, using lube to slide around your other hole.

"is this okay?" she asks, though her breathing is labored. she's desperate to see it in you.

you nod into the blankets, looking back at her with such a pathetic little expression. "please... yes... want-"

she eases her fingers in first, carefully stretching you out. she takes her time, humping the bed while she does so. once she thinks you're ready, the plug slides in. she goes extra slow, letting you get accustomed to it until it sits perfectly in you.

she eyes the tail with interest, how it moves when you do. she moans softly, a shaky gasp as she holds your hips still.

she flings her clothes off, tearing your panties completely off, spreading your thighs for her to have a good look at you while she fills and puts on the strap. "you're beautiful..." she murmurs, sliding the strap up and down your soaked cunt, gathering your slick on her tip.

she slides in, feeling you squeeze around her, tighter than usual with the plug occupying your other hole and she grunts, nearly poking holes in your hips as she fucks you open.

the tail bounces, swinging with each thrust, only serving to egg her on more along with your pretty moans. the bell on your collar jingles so cutely, and her hand finds itself wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you clench around her.

she grows feral, fucking you with a purpose, rough enough to leave bruises as she treats you like a toy beneath her. you're so fragile, so delicate, but for now, you're her mate. you can take what she gives you.

her thrusts are angled deliberately into your g-spot, enjoying your melodic whimpers. "good girl, fuck-" she grunts, slamming into you, yanking you back against her like a little doll until you cum for her.

you cry out her name, clawing at the bedsheets while your kitty ears go lopsided. she fucks you right through it, pushing the limits until she can make you cum around her cock again.

"dehya- dehya- please!" you practically sob. "fill me!" you wail, like a real kitty in heat.

she shakes, fucking you harder until she finally decides it's time.

it does feel thicker, filling every part of you as you moan softly, twitching on the bed while she shoves herself as deep as she can go in you.

she licks over all the bites and clawmarks she's left, like a dutiful mate should, gently taking care of you, watching traces of the cum leak out around the cock stuffed in you.

"you look perfect. full of me. you'll take my kits well, sweetheart." she kisses your shoulders, gently easing out of you and watching the cum flood out. "but we can't have it all leaking out." she bites your shoulder, delighting in your yelp as she rips your bra off, shoving you into the bed while she prepares herself to fuck you yet again.

[desperate-gay]

oh my god I need a sonnett x reader for my SOUL,,, maybe a lil smut,,, some strap action- 👀👀👀

if you want a specific request maybe the reader plays for portland and has a rivalry with sonny and things get a lil heated after a match,,, 👀 xx

Rivals

Emily Sonnett x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

It is a friendly game between OL Reign and Portland Thorns. Even if the game had no potential value, it doesn’t mean the competition is any lower. Both teams have held a deep rivalry with each other for so long that neither will admit to defeat easily.

So here you are in the second half with only 5 minutes left of stoppage time and a tied score of 2-2. There have been many fouls called on both sides from the roughness of trying to keep possession of the ball, like right now. You’re trying to maneuver the ball closer to the penalty box, but the relentless defender Emily Sonnett will not allow you to do so with her arm wrapped around yours and her feet kicking at your legs. Eventually, she times her kicks a little too early, causing you to trip and fall.

The ref blows the whistle, signaling for a free kick as Emily approaches her trying to defend her behalf. The foul was committed a little outside the box, making it easy for you to kick it in or close to goal. After a minute, the defender stops her protests and gets in position while you adjust the ball to your liking. The sound of the whistle signals it is time to start, so you hold your arm up and kick high in the air, flying over the wall of defenders and allowing Smith to head it into the goal.

The stadium starts rumbling while the whole team runs to both you and Sophia, hugging you both in the middle. Reign kicks off the ball for a second only to be stopped by the blow of the final whistle. Everyone goes to hug the opposite team players, and when you go to hug Emily and back up, her hand grabs your hip and pulls you in her direction.

“You’re going to regret that foul when you’re panting underneath me tonight, begging for me to let you cum.” She mumbles it so the cameras can’t catch what she is saying to you.

Yes, both of your teams are rivals, and yes, you shouldn’t be sleeping with the enemy, but ever since you both ran into each other at a club, it’s really hard to stop. You were going out with a few of your teammates and you got a little too tipsy for your liking, but so did Emily. She started with teasing you and then dancing, but it led to you making out in the corner of the dance floor and stumbling into a cab together.

The two of you get along quite well, but you’re both afraid of admitting you could be something more than just fuck buddies, so you leave it like that. You’re also very competitive against one another on the field so that dampers both of your prospects on a relationship forming. There’s no harm in getting a few mind-blowing orgasms occasionally by someone you find extremely attractive.

“I bet you regret losing, don’t you?” You taunt back before making your way toward your team, stunning the blonde who stands still in her place. Yes, you both have your fronts, but whenever Sonnett makes a bold phrase like that, you’re usually immediately under her control. Today, basking in your win, you’re not going to give up that easily.

When you’re done rinsing off and changing, you head out of the locker room only to get pulled by your arm right away, confusing you and giving you whiplash. Noticing it’s Emily, you relax a bit, but you’re soon shoved into what seems to be a janitor's closet. Her hands grab your hips and slam you against the now-closed door before viciously attacking your neck without warning. She kisses any skin available and nips at the spots she knows drive you crazy.

“Sonny, what are you doing? Someone will find us.” The words spurting out your mouth are supposed to be filled with worry, but with her teeth scraping along your sweet spot, the words come out as broken sighs.

“The door is locked, and if you keep quiet, no one will know that we’re in here.”

“We are not having sex in a janitor's closet!” You whisper yell to get your point across without someone hearing you.

The older girl pulls away from the crook of your neck with a grin on her face. “Why don’t you come over to mine then, baby? I’ll show you who the rightful winner is.” You practically gulp at her sentence, answering her question with an eager nod, causing the blonde to chuckle. “So obedient.”

Emily opens up the closet and slips out to see if anyone is around. Once she sees that the cost is clear, she knocks 3 times on the door, signaling it’s okay to come out. When you come out, her arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into her as she takes you to her car.

She leans down and presses a subtle kiss to your ear and whispers, “We’re gonna have so much fun, princess.”

—

“Is this what winners look like? Begging underneath the supposed loser to cum?” Emily’s fingers drag tortuously in and out of you for what feels like the 30th time.

A thin layer of sweat covers your skin from the hours of edging as your legs tremble due to your body being overly sensitive. Right when you walked through her door, you were pushed against the door while Emily ripped off all your clothes one by one. You thought you’d be more on the rough side and still be able to get off, but boy were you wrong.

Her idea of showing you who the winner is is by having total control. Making sure your hands stay to yourself, feeling your walls clamp around her fingers only to pull away so you can’t cum, driving your body into overstimulation, making you look like a rag doll. Emily has been competitive at heart since she was born always competing against her twin sister to now playing professional soccer.

She adores it when you look weak beneath her. How she would love to just take a picture and show it to all your teammates to prove that you’re such an obedient girl for her, something no one would know from your facade on the pitch.

“Em, let me cum once. Just once, please.” You pant, whining when her fingers halt, once again stopping your approaching orgasm.

“Fine. But you wait until I tell you too, okay?” She grins seeing you instantly nod your head, showing just how much of a wreck you are, wreathing and panting under her.

Her hands hook under your knees, pulling them up and gesturing for you to hold them in place, spread wide enough for easy access. Right as her index and middle finger slip into you, a loud moan escapes your mouth which only makes the blonde’s smirk widen. Instantly, her digits are pounding into your dripping hole relentlessly, the wet noises from each thrust echoing through the room.

Your moans start to become more like squeaks, the overwhelming feeling of pain and pleasure flowing through you. Emily’s other hand comes up and her thumb begins to rub fast circles around your clit, making your orgasm build up faster.

“I’m close.” You pant, hips arching further into her hand only to be cut off by the blonde’s stern voice.

“Hold it.”

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut, trying your best to hold it in. Your whole body is going against the intruding pleasure, afraid if you do cum, you won’t be able to walk the next day. Reaching down, your hand grabs her bicep to catch her attention.

“Em, I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Wait until I give you permission.”

The build-up flowing through your bones is almost painful, so when Emily hears you whimper and whine, she gives you a sympathetic look before speeding up her thrusts even more. Broken moans spew out your mouth as your grip on her arm tightens, leaving moon-shaped indents on her skin.

“Cum.”

That’s all it took for your back to arch further up and your muscles to start twitching. Your eyes clamp shut as if it would hurt to ever open them again. Once the pleasure washes over, Emily’s thrusts never stop. Your body tries to run away from her hand but she quickly holds your waist down, trapping you beneath her.

“Awe, you thought you were done? Baby, we’re just getting started.” She tuts, maneuvering her fingers inside you, thrusting harder in the spot where she hears you gasp loudly.

A tear begins to run down your face from being so sensitive, but the mix between the sting and bliss makes you want to keep going, also to make the girl above you happy.

“Right there.” You pant, feeling your orgasm approaching already. Looking down, you see the defender’s veins popping out of her arm, turning you on even more and causing the coil in your stomach to snap suddenly.

You didn’t even mean to. You felt it coming but didn’t expect it to happen so easily. As you come down from your second high of the night, you turn your head to the side, afraid to see a fuming look from the blonde. The feeling of her lips attaching to your neck makes you jump and twist your head sharply to look at her.

“Flip over for me, baby.” Her raspy voice thicker in lust, hand grabbing your side to help you move. You let out a shaky breath and do as said, flipping onto your stomach. “You’re not in trouble, you’re just going to give me one more.” She assures, sensing your nerves.

Nodding your head, you take a few deep breaths and wait for the girl’s instructions. Her hands rub up and down your body, while her lips trail kisses from your neck down to your lower back.

“You’re going to ride my fingers and cum as soon as you have to. I won’t stop you this time.”

Her intentions softening but only slightly. When your arms hold your body weight as you slide up and down her digits, your hips stop at the edge of her fingertips, slightly stopping the overstimulation. Emily figuring it out, her other hand grips her side and slams your body down for you. She smirks when she hears a squeal slip from your mouth, her free hand now clutching on your ass, guiding your movements.

One tear now turns into strips of them running down your face. Your body feels slightly numb, but the way your muscles clench tightly against Emily’s fingers, you figure out you’re about to cum. You cry out as your hips stutter, your orgasm finished.

Emily pulls her hand away and flips you over, kissing your temple, whispering that you did so good for her. You hum in delight as she scratches your back, your face nuzzling into her neck.

After a few minutes, she gets up to grab a glass of water for you and a rag to clean you all up. Once you’re done, you settle onto her chest while you both sit in comfortable silence, listening to each other’s breathing, but when Emily takes a deep breath, you know she’s going to say something.

“I was just wondering, would you like to eat me- I meant eat with me. Damn it. Go somewhere and have…food?” She stutters over her words, making you smile.

“Is Saucy Sonny asking me on a date?”

“Depends on your answer. If you say yes, then yes I am, if you say no, I’m asking you to go somewhere with me so we can talk about how you’re going to get crushed the next time we play against each other.” She teases, her nerves washing away from your soft smile.

“I’d love to go out with you. It would suck to make you feel like a loser two times in a day.” You smirk but soon shriek from Emily biting your ear.

You both start to have light-hearted conversations, almost like you’ve been together for years. Rivals to lovers seem unrealistic but maybe you’ll accept that it can happen.

[fatkish]

Hello! Can I request a continuation of Bull!Mezo x Cow!reader please, wherein Mezo successfully breeds his adoring new mate? Maybe with a bit of him being extra protective, especially against other bulls.

Bull Hybrid Mezo x Cow Hybrid Reader Pt. 2 NSFW

It has been several months since you and Mezo first started breeding. It’s taken some time but you’re finally pregnant with a calf. Mezo couldn’t be happier. He’s constantly checking on you and taking care of your needs. You’ve been extremely horny and he’s been more than happy to satisfy you with his cock. You’ve taken to staying in his barn most of the time due to your bad eye sight.

Your nipples and chest have grown more sensitive and your milk production has greatly increased. Before, you were milked for 30 minutes twice a day, one in the morning, and once before you go to bed. But now you’re milked for an hour twice a day, that’s only if you’re being milked by hand. Taishiro has had to bring in a heavy duty pump that he or Mezo will attach to you and milk you with. The machine is faster so it only takes 45 minutes to completely drain your milk.

Since you’ve grown more sensitive. Taishiro also had to bring in a milking stand that they gently strap you to since you’re constantly trying to escape from the overstimulation from the pump. In order to keep you calm during milking, Mezo has resorted to taking that time to breed you. While your teats are being sucked on via the pump, Mezo will hold your hips and thrust into you, making you cry with pleasure. He’ll rub your stomach as you shake and cry, keeping you grounded and nuzzling against you.

Taishiro has had issues with Mezo being a bit too protective of you. When the doctor came to check on your progress and that of the calf’s, Mezo was a bit on edge and was constantly hovering over the doctor. Mezo also has been seen trying to intimidate any hybrids that come too close to the barn. He’s not the type to attack, luckily, but he has made various attempts to intimidate anyone other than Taishiro. He even tried to intimidate the ever anxious and shy Chimera hybrid Amajiki.

At night, whatever milk the machine doesn’t get out of you, Mezo will drink. He wants to ensure that you’ll be able to produce enough milk both for the farm and for your growing calf. He’s resorted to fingering your (cunt/bussy), scissoring and curling his fingers while he nurses on your teats. Softly suckling and nipping at your sensitive buds, all while he uses his other hands to massage any leftover milk towards your nipples. As your belly grew, so did your chest. As you passed the first several months, your milk production increased again.

As you neared time to give birth, Mezo became increasingly protective and anxious. He would pace around inside the barn and was constantly checking up on you. He began to build a large nest like bed for the both of you and for your child. He’d help you get around and get whatever you needed. And when it came time for you to give birth, he was right by your side. If you didn’t want anyone near you or touching you, he’d happily shoo them away or chase them off. After giving birth, you had a new baby boy who had 4 arms instead of two. The baby somewhat inherited his father’s quirk as well as his appetite. The baby was born healthy and would grow up to be strong just like his daddy. Mezo couldn’t be anymore proud or thankful for you. And if you’d allow him, he couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

you should do a fluffy smut with Virgil! with a size difference 🤭

Homecoming

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Virgil finally comes home after going away for matches and you give him a warm welcome.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 5.1k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), size kink, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom!Virgil, sub!reader.

There's nothing you hate more than away games.

The house feels too big, too empty without him. You move through the rooms, trying to fill the silence with the sound of your own footsteps, but it's not the same. It's never the same when he's not here.

Virgil. The love of your life. The center of your universe.

Tonight is different, though, because he's finally coming home.

After nearly two weeks of no contact, except for the occasional brief FaceTime, you were more than ready to have your husband back home.

So you’ve been preparing, setting the stage for a quiet, intimate night. Just the way you know he would like it.

The dining table was set with candles, a bottle of his favorite wine, and two plates filled with rice, butter chicken, and steamed vegetables, perfectly seasoned. His favorite. You were dressed in the short red dress he bought you last month and had sprayed on his favorite perfume.

All that’s left to do is count the minutes until he walks through that front door. Which is exactly what you’ve been doing for the past thirty minutes. 

You hear the distant hum of the car engine, and your heart skips a beat.

You run to the mirror in the hallway to quickly check your appearance, smoothing down any stray hairs and adjusting your dress. Satisfied with your reflection, you take a deep breath and go stand by the door.

Finally, you hear the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock, and the door swings open, and there he is—Virgil.

You don't hesitate as you rush to greet him, jumping into his arms once you're close enough. Giving him barely any time to react as you wrap your legs around his waist and shower him with kisses.

"Hello to you too." Virgil chuckles, stumbling a little from the force of your attack. Without dropping you, he places his bags on the floor and tightens his arms around you as he returns your affectionate kisses, his hands slyly sneaking down to cup your ass, squeezing.

"I missed you," you whisper against his neck, your breath sending shivers down his spine. He responds with a soft laugh, brushing his lips against your cheek. "I missed you more," he confesses, bringing his hand up, cupping your face, and pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

His stubble grazes your skin, and for a moment, time stands still. You love him. And he loves you.

As you pull away, Virgil's gaze lingers on you, taking you in. "Are you wearing my perfume?" he groans, giving your bum another generous squeeze, causing you to release a soft moan. 

"Mmh," you whisper shyly, gently tugging on his goatee. His eyes sparkle with absolute awe as he leans in closer, nipping teasingly at your neck, hands kneading your ass roughly. You feel a surge of desire course through your body, down to your pussy at his actions.

“Yeah, you miss me that much?”He asks playfully, wrapping his arms around you tighter, letting out a small growl when you giggle at the sensation of his beard tickling your chin. 

You nod, pressing your forehead against his. “Yeah.”

“Then I guess I should make it worth it.” He purrs, pulling you in for another kiss. This one is more passionate, your tongues dueling together as hands roam. They are all over your body, feeling every bump and curve, his fingers leaving goosebumps behind. His lips trail down your neck, leaving wet, sensual kisses. 

Your breath hitches when he reaches your collarbone, sucking on it gently. “Wait.” You whisper, pushing him away.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, brown eyes looking at you with concern. You melt at the sight, falling in love with him all over again. 

“I made dinner.” You smile sheepishly, flushing red as your stomach growls at the reminder. You were so busy getting everything ready today, you hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. 

He giggles at the sound, and you blush even more. "Alright," he huffs with a playful pout, slowly releasing you, setting you down on your feet, keeping his hands on your hips. 

 You giggle, give him a quick kiss, and go to walk away, but he yanks you back, bending down to place a soft kiss on your neck. "But I’m having you for dessert," he purrs into your ear. You feel his warm breath against your skin and melt in his arms.

"Virg," you whimper, feeling a shiver run down your spine. He smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief, as he tightens his hold on you, nibbling gently on your earlobe.

“On second thought. Maybe the food can wait; my appetite is craving something else right now.” You almost give in, but then you remember the surprise you have planned for him later and put your foot down. 

“Nope.” You say popping the ‘p’. "Now come on, the food is getting cold.” You lead him into the dining room, where the flickering candles cast a dance of shadows on the walls. The soft glow accentuating the sharp lines of his face, making him look even more captivating. 

“Wow.” He gasps, eyes wide, as he takes in the scene before him. The table is set with care, adorned with coconut scented candles (his favorite) and rose petals everywhere. “Babe, this looks amazing!” He turns towards you and smiles. “Thank you.” 

You’re beaming at his praise, happy that he likes it. “Welcome. Now please sit.” You gesture towards a chair, inviting him to sit, and he complies with his usual charming smile. 

The first bite is a revelation—a burst of flavors that dance on your taste buds. You can't help but moan in delight, and he chuckles. “Hungry?” You can only nod, scoffing down the food in the most unladylike manner. But it doesn’t faze him.

Virgil has other things in mind, barely touching his food and instead finding subtle ways to express his affection—a stolen kiss, a tender touch, a whispered compliment.

As delicious as everything is, he has a different hunger—a hunger for the woman sitting across from him.

He can't help but admire the way the candlelight plays on your features, accentuates the curve of your smile, and the way your eyes light up as you talk about her day and ask about his.

"Virgil, are you even listening?" You tease, breaking him from his thoughts.

Caught off guard, he chuckles, "Of course, love. I'm just appreciating the view."

You blush under his lustful gaze, warmth spreading across your cheeks at his subtle compliment. "Smooth talker."

As the last bite is savored, he rises from the chair, making you look up in confusion. "I believe I was promised dessert." He states, eyes trailing your figure, a hunger of a different kind building within him. 

You raise an eyebrow, at his words, feeling your heartrate spike up at the subtle indication. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He circles the table until he's behind you and bends down to press a gentle kiss to your neck. "You, my love. That's all I want."

Then he's pulling you out of the chair and throwing you over his shoulder, sprinting up the stairs as you shriek and giggle.

The door to your bedroom closes shut and your heart rate skyrockets. You know what’s coming next. You feel him set you down before he’s gripping your waist and pulling you closer. 

Even after five years of marriage, you still can't get over how much of him there is. 

The way you have to crane your neck to look at him, forced to take in the way he towers over you. All broad shoulders and hard lines. Forearms that look like they could be the size of your thighs. Hands that easily encompass your waist, gripping and squeezing until all that’s left are faint bruises. 

The epitome of masculinity.

You want to cower at the way he’s looking at you right now. Hungry and possessive, as if he could devour you whole. 

"Hi,” he whispers, his deep voice resonating through your body. It's a simple word, but it sends shockwaves down your spine, igniting a fire within you that only he can quench with the way his words wash over you like spring rain.

"Hi," your voice trembles, and you watch his pupils blow wide. His gaze holds you captive, as if he can see every secret and hidden desire within you. Every nerve in your body is on high alert, craving his touch.

He's magnetic, drawing you in with an irresistible force. The short time apart seems to have made you forget how beautiful he is. How good he smells.

He’s warm water on a cold winter's day, thawing you from the inside out—settling deep in your bones and filling up a space you hadn’t known was empty. You want him.

All those nights spent In the dark, a pillow finding its way between your thighs, the scent of him lingering on each one as your hand muffles your moans. When you're empty and dripping and coming with a cry. It chokes you.

It stuffs its way down your throat, filling your lungs, and blocking your airways. It plunges you underwater, leaving you gasping for breath. It sticks to your clothes, your sheets, reminding you of him even when he’s not there. 

All you can think about is him. The way he consumes your thoughts, leaving no room for anything or anyone else.

It’s hell.

It’s bliss.

You watch his gaze rake down your body, setting on the place where the hem of your dress meets the tops of your thighs. Catching the moment he decides he's going to devour you whole.

The room feels smaller than usual. His presence overwhelming you in the best way. A heat—unbarabely intense—fills the air, making it difficult to breathe as his gaze lingers on your trembling body.

A need—coarsing through your body with vengeance—eats through your bones and settles low in your belly.

You hurt, you ache, you need. 

Fucking need him, to fill you up until you're dripping onto the grey silk sheets. 

He approaches you with a predatory grace, a smug smile on his lips. "Time for dessert." Your heart pounds in your chest, matching the rhythm of his confident steps towards you.

“Virg-” a whine, clawing its way up from deep in your throat. “I need you.”

A look in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher—something soft, something primal, something hungry. “Shh, I know. it’s okay.” Full lips stretched thin—a smile that asks you to stay, to trust, to submit. A smile that tells you to run. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

A needy whimper drips from your lips like the sticky mess that drips from your core. You want him to lick it. “You will?” Big, soft, doe eyes looking into the stare of a predator that wants to rip you limb from limb.

The grin that spreads across his face tells you everything and nothing, and you know you're not sleeping tonight.

Gently, he walks you both backwards until the edge of the bed presses against the back of your knees, his body trapping yours. You're his for the taking.

Slowly, Virgil trails his fingers along the straps of your dress, teasingly pulling them down your shoulders until they hit the floor, leaving you exposed for his eyes only. 

His breath hitches involuntarily at the sight of you, big brown eyes traveling along your curves, indecisive on which part of you he wants to explore first. “Fuck, baby.” His voice is soft as he takes in the black lace covering your skin. “Look at you.”

You can’t help the way your face lights up at his words and the warmth that floods your veins. “You like it?”

A kiss to your forehead. “I love it. I love you.” His words make your heart swell, knowing that he's still just as enamored with you as the day you first met. "I can't wait to fuck you." His words send an unmistakable ache deep in your chest. An excruciating emptiness in your cunt. The heat is back, and it burns. 

“It hurts.” You sound so small and afraid, and all you want is for him to make it better. “Please fuck me, Virg, please, please, make it stop hurting.”

Soft kisses on hot, itchy skin. The feeling of his beard against the sensitive flesh of your neck leaving you to squeeze your sticky thighs together, hoping for the smallest bit of friction.

A large hand grips your thigh, forcing you to remain still. “None of that.” A tone that leaves no room for argument. He lays you down on the sea of sheets and pillows and big, buttery soft blankets. Taking soft, sweet moments to tell you how perfect you are.

How beautiful. How precious.

He kisses your neck, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, gently pulling down the clasps of your bra, leaving you topless. His hands explore the curves of your body, tracing every inch with gentle caresses as he licks his way down to your breasts. You are so soft, warm, and sweet—and he wants all of you.

His mouth closes over one nipple, sucking until it becomes hard and you're aching for more, as his large hand comes up to cup the other breast, completely encasing it and massaging softly, making you whine in pleasure.

He nuzzles his face into your chest and breathes in deeply—the scent of you intoxicating him. Pulling back, his hands cradle your face, his gaze searching yours. "I can't get enough of you," he admits, his voice husky with lust.

He moves his way down, planting wet kisses as he goes, over your stomach, across your hips…until he reaches the juncture between your legs and prys them open. An obscene amount of slick rushes out of you, soaking your panties and leaving a wet spot in the center.

He pulls them down with his teeth, exposing your dripping pussy. He inhales deeply, taking in the sweet scent of your arousal. "Oh, fuck, baby. You're so fucking pretty." His voice is deeper than usual, drenched with thirst. "Is this all for me?" He asks as his fingers trace the outline of your labia, and you nod frantically, unable to form words. "Yeah? Good girl."

He plays with you for a little bit longer, teasing you with gentle strokes and flicks, making you squirm and moan in pure pleasure. He pulls away and looks up at you with those chocolate-brown eyes. "Tell me what you want, baby. I need words." His voice is low and husky, chuckling at the wanton moan that escapes your lips.

You look down at him, eyes glazed, as you try to speak, but all that comes out is a garbled mess of sounds. He shakes his head, smiling wickedly. "No. Tell me. Use your words, babygirl."

You swallow hard, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. "I-I want you to, to eat my pussy. Please, please, Virgil." You moan, pleading, your eyes welling up.

"Your wish is my command," he purrs before diving right in.

Not even warning you before you feel a hotwetsogood tongue devouring you. Consuming you like you're the sweetest treat he's ever tasted. Licking and sucking.

Your hips buck up off the bed, and you whimper. He holds your hips down with one hand, his palm covering your lower stomach, while he uses the other to slide two fingers inside you.

Too big and too much for the size of you. Forcing their way in, like the tight entrance of your pussy was made to accommodate them. They curl once, twice, grazing that sweet spot inside you that he knows oh so well.

Stretching you open. Leaving little starbursts behind your eyes. And your mind goes blank. All you know is him.

And God, does it feel good.

Pumping and licking, and it’s too much.

It’s not enough.

You need–

His lips wrap around your clit and sucks and it's over. You cry out his name as your orgasm hits, waves of pleasure washing over you, body shaking, pussy muscles clenching hard around his fingers.

He doesn't stop until your body stops convulsing, and you reach down to push his head away, clit too sensitive to handle any more stimulation, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

You hear his voice.

Somewhere distant, cloudy, and out of reach. Barely making out the way he whispers, “So good. You did so good for me, baby.” against your clit. The sound of his voice leaves you soft, and gooey, and floating.

"That was good, wasn't it?" he asks, stocking your thigh. You nod, still breathless. "Yeah, that was amazing." You whisper, face red as you recover from your high. He grins and rises from his position between your legs, his 6'5 frame towering over your 5'3, before he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, making you taste your own sweetness.

You feel him against you—all firm and warm—and realize he's still dressed. You tug at his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against yours. He chuckles and quickly undresses until he's naked, revealing a sculpted body that can only come from years of dedicated fitness.

He reaches down and takes hold of your hand, guiding it to his cock. It's hard and throbbing, ready for you. You wrap your hand around it and squeeze, stocking slowly. He groans, his hips thrusting forward.  "Your hand feels so good, babe. I can't wait to be inside you."

You whimper at his words, stocking faster at the thought. It's been so long, and there's only so much your vibrator can do. You want him, you need him. "Fuck me. Please fuck me, Virgil."

He leans down, supporting himself on his forearms so he doesn't crush you under his weight, to press his cock against your dripping cunt. You moan at the feeling, anticipation runs through you at the sheer size of him against you. "Please put it in. Please!” you beg, hips arching towards him.

He grabs them, forcing you to stay still. “Hey,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Patience, my love," he murmurs, his eyes locked with yours. His hands going down to rub your clit “I got you. I'm gonna give it to you. Always do."

He hovers above you. Bending down and spreading your legs so wide, you feel like he's trying to split you in half. "You ready, baby?" You can only nod.

His cock glides through the sticky mess you've made between your legs, and you gasp when it grazes your clit. The smile on his face when he does it again is enough to make you clench down on nothing. 

You watch him stare down at where his cock disappears inside you. Watching the way his eyes darken and his breath stills. Watching as heavy lids fall over dark eyes as he bottoms out inside of you in one long thrust. 

The moan you let out is pornographic as you feel his firm grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Oh, fuck! You're so fucking tight. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?" he groans, starting with slow, long, deep thrusts.

The feeling of utter fullness never ceases to amaze you, even after all these years. The feeling of him filling you so deeply, so completely, that you can’t help but roll your eyes back and moan.

He carves out a place inside to fit the shape of him and no one else.

Because no one, no one, can ever or has ever come close to how he seems to take up every inch of you. No one can ever compare to the way all of the air in your lungs seems to leave you with a choked gasp.

There’s nothing like it. There will never be anything like him.

You want more, so you ask– "Please, please-”

He thrusts hard, and your head falls back against soft pillows. Silk wrapped around your head, leaving you with nothing but the feeling of featherdown clouds and the sounds of fabric rustling with his every move. 

“Look at you.” He fucks in deep, leaving you a puddle of tears and slick. “Crying so pretty for me,” his cock reaches places in you that you never knew existed until him—places that you're sure he’s created just for him. “Letting me in like a good girl. Taking me so well."

Your cunt clenches down on his cock, gripping him tighter at every word that falls from his lips. “Oh? You like that, baby? You like letting your husband fuck you like the little slut that you are?” You can do nothing but cry, nod, and hold on tight. “Use your words, my love. Tell me how much you love it. Look at the way you’re dripping on my cock, and tell your husband you love how he fucks you.”

You can’t—can’t make your mouth form the words. Can’t tell your body to do anything other than take what he gives you and pray he decides to give you more.

He doesn't like that.

His hand leaves your waist to wrap around your throat. Adding pressure and forcing your head up until you can do nothing but look at him.

“Tell me, darling. C'mon, be a good girl.” He grits through his teeth, his eyes fluttering in pleasure at the tight clench of your pussy around his cock. Fuck, she feels so good. He thinks.

The tone of his voice fills your head, and you go slack against him, left with nothing but the need to take what he gives and give him anything he asks for 

"I love it.” You're sobbing now. Salty tears falling from your eyes and leaving trails down your cheeks. "I love it, I love it, I love it.”

“Look at it. Look at how good that tight little pussy is taking me—fuck!" His grip on her throat tightens, and he gently pulls until you're forced to watch the way he pumps in and out of you and the mess you've made on his cock. "You're so fucking wet, baby."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" You scream, your body shaking with pleasure. “It’s– I’m–”

His fingers find your clit, rubbing hard circles on it until you're a sobbing, blubbering mess under him. “Go ahead." He fucks you hard, the sound of his balls slapping your pussy echoing through the room, drowned out by your loud moans. “Come for me, pretty girl. Show me how good you are.”

A guttural moan rips from your chest and forces its way into his mouth, where he crushes his lips against yours. He’s everything. you're everything. And it’s so fucking blissful and hot, you sob at how much you love him.

It took a few minutes for your fuzzy head to clear to realize that his hips were still moving. “No, no, I can’t- I cant-” You shake your head, desperately trying to crawl away from him but finding nowhere to go but deeper into the pillows. “It’s too much.”  

He grabs your hips and drags you back to him, massaging your hips. “Shh, it’s okay.” Soft, soothing circles traced onto your skin. A half-teasing smirk on pink lips. “You can take it.”

Your head shakes again, hiccuping a little as you twist and turn in his arms. “I can’t.” But deep down, you know you can—you always do.

"You will,” he moves you. His grip tightens as he lifts you effortlessly, flipping you over and adjusting you in a way that’s to his liking until he’s settled under you—griping your waist. "Trust me," he whispers, his voice filled with confidence. "I got you."

With a gentle yet firm grip, he starts to guide your movements, slowly easing you into the rhythm. "There we go. I told you you could take it." He speeds up your movement, each thrust more powerful than the last. "So tight." Groans and moans escape his lips in perfect harmony with his movements.

"You're mine," he growls, emphasizing the word with a deep, hard thrust, bucking his hips up. He brings his hand up to your throat, lightly applying pressure as he continues to thrust. "Tell me you're mine, baby." No answer.

He tightens his grip on your throat, his voice growing more demanding. "I said, Tell me you're mine." This time, he pulls you down, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Y/N,” he presses, gently demanding his answer as his thrust becomes faster and deeper. You feel him in your stomach.

"Oh, FUCK!" you shout, the intensity of his thrusts becoming too much, and you finally manage to gasp out, "I'm yours." His grip loosens slightly, a satisfied smirk plays on his lips. "Good girl."

He releases his grip on your throat and in one sudden movement, flips you over onto your back, continuing his relentless pace. The room fills with the sound of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. “Feels… fuck, your cock,” you babble, unable to form a coherent sentence. “So… so big.”

It doesn't take long for you to cum, vision turning white with pleasure. "Fuck, baby. That's right, squirt for me." He pulls you up, holding you tight in his grip, until your back bows and you're flush against his chest. Your other knee drops as he wraps an arm around your waist—moving you until you're wrapped up in his arms and he’s settled back on his heels. Your legs around his waist, his nails digging into your soft skin—his lips at your neck.

You collapse into him, your body limp and spent. He holds you close, whispering sweet words of affection as you both catch your breath. “Mmmm, yeah. That's right, you're mine.”

His pace slows down, but he doesn't stop. And it's not long before you're clenching down on him again, pussy so sensitive that the slightest movement sends you closer to the edge.

“You gonna come for me again?” He whispers in your ear. "Yeah," you whimper. "Fuck, yeah." He grunts. "Give it to me." He orders, and you obey.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" You sob as you come a fourth time that night, clenching around him in a vice grip, milking him for all he's worth. He growls, and then you feel his hot cum shoot deep into your pussy, triggering a mini orgasm from you. "Oh! God!" You feel it coating your insides. "fuck baby! I love you." He moans as he thrusts harder and harder, until there's nothing left.

"Goddam, woman," he rasps, collapsing completely on top of you with a huff.  "What a welcome. That was amazing." He kisses your neck, and you feel his cock twitching inside you.

“Virg! I can’t breathe!” you exclaimed with a breathy laugh that instantly turned into a wince when he shifted, his pelvis dragging along your sore, throbbing clit.  

“Sorry,” he apologizes, gently easing up onto his forearms, panting.

“Don’t go away,” you whine, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him down, loving the intimacy of him still fully sheathed inside of you as his eyes bore into your soul. 

“How do you feel?” Virgil asked, his gaze soft on you as he caresses your thigh, trying to soothe the remnants of a dull twinging ache he knows you usually feel after, but the bliss you were feeling at the moment countered it all. 

"Great," you respond, a contented smile spreading across your face. "I missed you," you whisper, tracing circles on his back with your fingertips. 

"I missed you too," Virgil murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you." He whispers, so low you barely hear him.

"I love you." You murmur, wincing as he gently pulls out, making him whisper a string of apologies into your skin. Virgil kneels between your legs, your pussy red, raw, and gaping, and plunges his fingers in, stuffing his cum back inside.

"Fuck, that's hot." He says, watching his fingers slowly move in and out of you, as you tremble beneath him. "You okay?" Virgil's voice rumbles against your thigh, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

You nod, a content smile playing on your lips. His fingers trace lazy circles on your clit, a soothing gesture that lulls the ache.

"Never been better," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. Virgil chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against your calf. He presses a gentle kiss on your mound, his lips warm against your skin, and pulls his fingers out. 

“Stay here, my love. I’m gonna grab something to clean you up.” Virgil said, kissing your inner thigh. "Okay,” you reply, watching him walk to the bathroom, his naked ass bouncing slightly with each step. Your eyes follow him until he disappears from view, and then you melt into the sheets, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

You hear the sound of rummaging, then water running, before he finally emerges, damp washcloth in hand. 

He crawls back onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. He wipes your inner thighs first, gently cleaning away the evidence of your pleasure. You squirm a little as he gets closer to your pussy, but he’s gentle and careful, wiping away any remnants of cum that may have escaped. 

“All done.” He booms and tosses the rag aside, his attention fully on you. He lay down beside you, his arm wrapping around you protectively. The warmth of his body against yours.

You shift slightly, snuggling into his chest, finding the perfect nook to rest your head. His arms wrap around you protectively, the soft thud of his heartbeat comforting, and you listen, lulled into a sense of peace.

Virgil presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin.

Virgil tilts your chin up, his dark eyes locking onto yours. There's a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that mirrors your own. "You mean everything to me, you know that?" he says, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that sends you spiraling.

You nod, a lump forming in your throat as you absorb the depth of his words. "I know," 

Virgil leans down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It's slow, unhurried, a sweet exploration of each other's mouths. You taste the remnants of the passion you shared moments ago, mingled with the sweetness that is uniquely Virgil.

When he pulls away, a soft smile plays on his lips. "I'm the luckiest man in the world,"

-Bianca🌻

[yourjughead]

Attack Dog pt 5

Sweet Pea X Reader enemies to lovers

Warnings: Fluff and smut

A/N: Final part.

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3rd person

“So YN, tell us who did that to you already!”

“Not a chance Kevin” you laughed, pulling your jumper closer into your neck, trying to cover what Sweet Pea left you with three nights earlier. Archie wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you through the corridor Monday morning.

“Kiss and tell YN, we'll keep your secret safe” you could only roll your eyes at him, knowing that would never happen. You didn't want to tell them what happened between Sweet Pea and you, you didn't really even understand it enough to explain. The only thing you understood was it made Jughead insanely uncomfortable and that alone made you insanely happy.

Sweet Pea POV

Jones and I didn't really speak after he stormed out of my trailer on Saturday morning. Man I wish I got a picture of his face at the sight of YN. Priceless.

We all sauntered up the school hallway, Jughead keeping his distance from me. I met her eyes midway through laughing at whatever her friends said as I passed. I didn't look for long, afraid if I did I'd have no choice but to pin her to the locker and finish what we started. I don't like seeing Archie hang off her, that should be my arm. I shook my head. I'm being crazy, it was a moment, these things happen. Won't happen again.

-

I swear it was like she was avoiding me after that. I didn't see her in the halls, I didn't see her class or after school for the rest of the week. I sat on my sofa thinking about what happened in this trailer a week earlier. What gives? A knock to the trailer door snapped me out of it.

“YN?”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah wh-” she then pressed her hands into my chest, pushing me deeper into the trailer, catching and closing the front door with her foot. She pulled her shirt from over her head and stood in front of me in her bra and jeans. What is happening? What is happening?

“What is happening?”

“Fancy some stress relief Sweet Pea?” Oh hell yeah.

3rd person

Sweet Peas hands went straight to your hips, the feeling of small calluses meeting your soft sides sent pulses down you both. He met your neck, the same place he had a week ago as his hands moved to cup your backside, lifting you from the floor to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Why can't I keep away from you?” You breathed, the hairs on Sweet Peas neck standing on their end.

“Why does that make me so happy?” Was all he could manage before reconnecting to your neck.

Sweet Pea carried you into his room before throwing you onto the bed. You knotted your fingers through his hair and forced down the moan trying to escape at the pleasure of having him nip you. You tugged his hair until he pulled from you to face you.

“Sweet Pea if we kiss…this might become more than what either of us want”

“I want all of you”

Sweet Pea almost cautiously lowered his mouth to yours until they met again. Much like the first time electricity coursed through both of you but unlike the last time, neither pulled away, only growing hungrier.

You could feel him hardening against your thigh, no longer able to fight the little victory you were going to give him, you moaned gently. He smirked hard into the kiss before it became more feverish. Your hand ran across him beneath the fabric of his jeans, his turn to groan.

You both began to rip the clothes from one another until you wrapped your legs around him to pulling him in closer. You both wanted every inch of skin to touch. His hand went from your chest, slowly sliding down to your inner thigh, teasingly.

Your fingers began dragging up and down his bare back before digging into his shoulders at the feeling of him entering you. You both let out a breathless moan at the sensation. You wrapped your legs around his torso at this while he placed his hands on your hips to steady himself. He slowly began dragging in and out before the sensation was too much and he increased his speed, spurred on by your hitching breath. The sensations growing and growing and growing until the band snapped sending you into overdrive as every nerve in your body stood to attention and then exploded. You practically screamed his name making him go over the edge, returning the sentiment by moaning your name. Sweet Pea collapsed on top of you before rolling over and hauling your shaking body to his.

“I had no idea how much I needed to hear you say my name like that YN” Sweet Pea finally found some composure to rasp out. You tried not to cringe in embarrassment as you buried a laugh into his chest.

“Don't get shy on me now YN” he returned the laugh and you smiled, pulling the covers up around the both of you, tangling in your legs.

“YN…I'm never gonna not be in the Serpents”

“I know”

“But I also really like kissing you”

“I know”

“Can both be true at the same time?” You reached up towards him to meet his lips again.

“Are you still a Serpent now Snake brain?”

“....yeah?”

“Well I guess both can be true at the same time”

~

Sweet Pea POV

I loved being with her, even if we were keeping it on the quiet side. I felt like she was starting to understand the Serpents and maybe even appreciate them, even if it was still from afar. She would come and go from my home without notice and I loved every moment she was with me. The only thing I found hard was not screaming to the world she was mine and I was hers even though we decided to just be casual. If spending every moment we could together be called casual that is. Continuing on like we still hated each other in public became a bit of a game and a bit of a turn on. Watching other guys fawn over her though was definitely not.

I filled my locker with books I pretended to read as Jones stood next to me watching the world go by. We had kind of decided silently to forget what he thinks he saw between me and YN three months ago. If only he knew what happened that night had far and beyond escalated passed that.

“Fuck it” was all I heard from Jones before he sprung off the locker and towards YN. In one smooth moment he caught her by the arms as she walked past with Archie and pulled her into kiss him. Kiss him. YN is kissing him. Kissing him. It really felt like every single emotion possible coursed through me. I had no idea what my body was going to do. Was I going to vomit? Was I going to faint? No. I was having an out of body experience as I stood, walked over, caught Jones by the shoulders and flung him backwards with what strength my shocked state had and flew him into the locker I had just left. It felt like slow motion and then, it felt like motion sickness.

“Sweet Pea!” Was she shouting at me? I really felt like the earth wasn't under me and then it wasn't. Jones jumped from the ground and straight into me. If I wasn't in a daze he wouldn't have taken me off the ground but it felt like I was out at sea. We rolled around the floor, I dodge his hands and tried to push him off me. I didn't fight back, not even when he clipped my jaw, I probably deserve what's happening. YN was shouting at the two of us until Archie and Fangs hauled Jones from me, cursing out loud. Fangs might kill him for me. I sat up from the ground, the whole hallway's eyes on me and my bleeding lip. I found my sea legs take me running from the scene and out into the car park, YN hot on my heels.

“What the hell Sweet Pea?! That wasn't very casual!” I heard her shout from behind me, her voice echoing off the empty car park.

“What if I don't want to be casual anymore YN?! What if I never wanted to be?!” I could see this caught her off guard. I was finally thinking out loud.

“Finally, you were getting hard to read” was all she said with laugh before rushing to me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. Electricity returned. The ground beneath my feet returned to a solid state. We parted smiling, over her shoulder I saw our friends at the school entrance. Not a single face without shock or surprise. I couldn't care less.

“I guess I'm not the only attack dog in the relationship” she smiled, wiping the blood from my lip. Relationship, this was a relationship

[neteyamssyulang]

❀ Whispers of Seduction ❀

❀ Pairing: So’lek x Fem sarentu reader x Teylan ❀

❀ Summary: Teylan’s first rut had finally approached, but it does not go as you planned.

❀ Warnings: Dom So’lek, Switch reader, Subby Teylan (even in rut), MxFxM, Edging (T & R), Semi whiny Teylan, P in V, Blowjob (S receiving), Fingering (R receiving), Handjob (T receiving), Mommy kink, Double penatration (Same hole), Creampie.

❀ Word count: 1,979 ❀

❀ Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Yawne -> Beloved, Syulang -> Flower, Rutxe -> Please, Sevin -> Pretty, Oe tìyawn nga pxeyä nìftxan nìtxan -> I love you both so much.

❀ A/N: The most I’ve written in awhile🥲, But I do have more ideas aswell with these two🤭🤭

The sun finally rose on pandora in a pool of crimson gold, spilling light all over the land and the white clouds. Normally you would awake to Teylan still curled up ontop of you while So'lek had already left to go hunt but strangely the tent was empty.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you move to stand up, before walking out the tent heading for the base. The walk there is not that long, maybe only taking like 5 or 6ish minutes.

Upon reaching the resistance base, the doors hiss while opening, allowing you to enter then closing behind you. The second doors now open revealing everyone working inside.

Easily, you make your way to where Priya is, her and a few other tawtutes discussing a plan for the next RDA attack that was bound to happen. The annoying pests have been so close to finding out the location of the resistance base.

"Y/N! You finally made it!" Priya squealed as you walked closer "Yeah, sorry if im late" you chuckled nervously "Where's Teylan?", Priya avoided your gaze looking away "He is uh, well.."

Your hairless brows furrowed slightly "Priya, where is my mate?" Your words were soft but they made the small tawtute visibly gulp "He is with your other, I saw So'lek take him into the forest, but he moved too fast for me to ask where they were going."

Sighing you thanked her before heading back outside trudging through the thick forest, Priya’s words still heavy on your mind, making you even more confused as to what was going on.

Minutes turned into an hour, an hour turned into two hours of waking through the forest trying to locate your mates with unfortunately no luck.

You were about to give up when your ears twitched, picking up the faint sound of whines and groans in the distance. Cautiously, you made your way over to where the sounds where coming from, stumbling through bushes before coming across a clearing.

Looking around you finally spot the creators of those beautiful sounds, the sight making a wet patch in your loincloth.

So'lek was sitting with his back against a tree, his arms placed around a shaking Teylan who whimpered as he grinded against So'lek in dire need of release, both enveloped in a heated make out session.

Teylan's floral scent drifted towards you and your eyes widened, now you understood, this..this is why So'lek had taken him, Teylan's rut had came.

The males were too busy with each other that they did not even notice you, slowly making your way towards them, your tail swishing behind you in excitement.

So'lek was the first to pull back panting heavily while Teylan chased his mates lips "Ma'lek please.." the boy whined, his tail curling around the other males thigh, his face flushed with a pink hue.

The male was about to respond when he looked behind Teylan locking eyes with you, his own face now having the same pink hue as Teylan. "Care to explain paskalin?" You spoke softly crossing your arms.

Teylan whined "Ma-mama, please do not be mad at him.." his hips still moving, now harder against his mate. Low growls would rumble through him but were quickly replaced with whimpers as So'lek nipped at the boys neck.

"I am simply helping out our sweet boy" So'lek murmured licking a stripe along Teylan's neck coaxing out more beautiful moans from him.

It was true though, that morning when So'lek woke to go out hunting, he noticed that Teylan's scent had changed, his face that normally rested on your breasts was pressed into the crook of your neck, completely drunk off of your scent.

Luckily you were a deep sleeper so that didn't wake you, neither did Teylan's desperate whines as So'lek pulled him off you carrying him to a secluded spot in the forest. Of course Priya had to have seen them coming here.

A hiss escaped So'lek when Teylan tugged on his kuru harshy "W-want.. now!.." he mumbled tugging again.

So'lek's eyes narrowed slightly as he moved one of his hands to Teylan's own kuru wrapping it around his hand before tugging on it. Teylan's back arched slightly as his head was forced up to look at his mate,"Listen here baby boy, you do not get to demand things, got it? We know what you need and will help you but only if you behave." His tone held a warning behind it, Teylan mumbled out a "Yes sir" to which he let his kuru go. "Good boy" You praised.

Teylan's tail wagged at the praise making both you and So'lek chuckle softly, the males gaze turned to you and a smirk pulled at his lips "Come here yawne" patting the soft moss beside him.

You obliged moving closer sitting next to him, turning his head So'lek leaned in capturing your lips with his. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip requesting entry which you happily granted.

So'lek groaned into the kiss not even noticing that Teylan had untied both their loincloths throwing them to the side, his vision grew hazey and just as he was about to position So'lek at his hole, his back was suddenly pushed against the mossy ground with an angry looking So'lek hovering ontop of him.

Shaking your head, you grinned as you moved once again over to them "Poor baby" you cooed looking down at the boy, "Did you forget the rules?". Teylan hissed at you earning himself a harsh smack on his thigh "Keep it up and you will get no release little one" So'lek grit out.

Teylan whimpered bucking his hips up, he was so desperate to cum and knew he broke the rules but fuck he needed his mates, now. His cock was painfully hard, oozing beads of bioluminescent pre-cum. "Sorry.. sorry mommy.." he managed to speak looking up at you with his adorable puppy eyes.

Smiling you leaned down placing a kiss on the flat of his nose "Sorry will not give you that sweet release you need baby" So'lek muttered watching the both of you.

Quirking a non existent eyebrow, you moved your gaze to your other mate "Ma'Lek-" he cut you off with a hiss "Do not "Ma'Lek" me y/n, you always let him off easy without giving a punishment."

Your eyes narrowed at him "I do not, look at our precious boy" you spoke gesturing down to Teylan who now had tears spilling from his eyes, "He needs a rel-" "What he needs, is to be taught a lesson first syulang."

Teylan muttered out sorry's and pleas not wanting a punishment, he just wanted that itch to finally be gone inside of him.

"He can be punished later Ma'Lek" you hissed trying to push him off Teylan, "I guess you both need a punishment then" he spoke with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before you can even process anything, So'lek had practically ripped off your top and loincloth tossing them then layed you down next to Teylan. "My two beautiful mates.." he cooed "Both who can not seem to listen."

You were about to speak when two of So'leks fingers thrusted harshly into your wet heat coaxing out a scream from you, with his other hand, he wrapped it around Teylan's cock pumping him at a steady pace.

Teylan groaned in relief, finally being touched, his hand met yours intertwining your fingers together "Rutxe Ma'Lek.." you mewled feeling your orgasm draw near.

So'lek smirked feeling you clench around his fingers while Teylan's cock twitched in his hand, just as you both were about to cum, So'lek pulled away. "Brats do not get to cum" he simply said, licking your sweet slick from his fingers.

Glancing over to Teylan you both grinned before moving to sit up, Teylan moved to So'leks right while you moved to his left. "What are you two doing?" The male questioned.

Teylan was the first to lean in, his lips trailing along So'lek's neck. You were next, starting from his collar bone, you trailed slow, sloppy, kisses all the way down to his raging hard on.

"Ah,'I see, you both think you can seduce me into giving you what you want? Not going to happen" His chuckle soon turned into a low hiss as he felt your lips around his cock, slowly you began bobbing your head, your cheeks hallowing to take more of him down your throat.

The other male worked quick, nipping and sucking at So'leks neck, pretty purple hickeys begun appearing all over him.

So'lek moaned throwing his head back, his eyes fluttering closed and his hips began moving. The male was embarrassed by how fast his orgasm was approaching but eywa it felt so good.

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth before he spilled his hot seed down your throat, a low growl rumbled through So'leks chest, watching as his pearly bioluminescent cum leaked out out his cock, dribbling down your chin.

Suddenly you were pulled off of So'leks cock by your hair and placed onto Teylan who's back was once again against the mossy ground.

So'lek adjusted you so that Teylan's tip prodded against your dripping entrance "Wh-what are you- Shit!" Teylan had slammed himself inside you in one swift movement not caring anymore, he needed to cum.

He moaned at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in, "S-sorry..sorry mama.." he whined, the boy had pulled you down till your chest was against his, his arms wrapping around you as he started thrusting harshy up into you.

Your eyes rolled back and you struggled to speak, only managing out a small "Tis fine..take what you need.." the boy nodded picking up his pace, the only sounds to be heard were the squelching noises from each thrust he delivered along with both your moans.

So'lek watched in amusement before moving to hover above you, his tip poking at your entrance, Teylan slowed down just enough for So'lek to push inside stretching you out more to accommodate both their sizes.

Your eyes widened as your mouth opened in a silent scream, the stretch burned deliciously and that's all you needed for your orgasm to wash over you.

Both men groaned at the feeling of your walls convulsing around them "Fuuuck sevin.." So'lek hissed "Swear your little pussy was just made for us"

Without warning they started moving pushing deeper into you, your ears pinned against your skull, drool dribbling from your mouth onto Teylan's chest.

"Go-gonna cum! M-ma'lek can I?" The boy whimpered increasing his pace. Panting So'lek looked down at his mate nodding "Cum yawne"

Teylan's eyes squeezed shut as the feeling of So'lek's cock brushing against his, along with your walls clenching around him became too much, forcing him to let go painting your velvety walls white. The boy whined digging his nails into your back, leaving small crescent marks.

You screamed as you came with him gushing around both their cocks, tears streaming down your face. That was enough to trigger So'lek's own orgasm, spilling his seed into you aswell, both men stilled themselves before So'lek maneuvered all three of you.

The three of you now lay on your sides, So'lek behind you while Teylan was infront with your leg hiked up onto his thigh, both still hadn't pulled out.

"Mm thank you mama" Teylan muttered shuffling closer to you, So'lek huffed "Do I not get a thank you sweet one?"

Both you and Teylan giggled "Thank you ma'lek" , a pleased purr rumbled through So'lek "You both did so good f'me" he praised. Yawning, a small "Oe tìyawn nga pxeyä nìftxan nìtxan" left Teylan's lips as he drifted off to sleep.

"We love you too" you smiled, relaxing now in both of your mates embraces.

[chamomiletealeaf]

This fic is inspired by this art from @furaitsu on Twitter. You all should follow them. They draw amazing art of the COD boys.

Pairing: plus!sized!reader (but tbh could really be any reader :)) x Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

Warnings: m!dom to m!sub dynamics kinda, f!dom, p in v sex, choking, clothing fetish???

You buy a cute little outfit to show off in for Johnny, but to be honest… you kinda wanna see what he would look like in it muahaha.

“Well, whaddya think?” You ask your boyfriend Johnny. You’re standing in front of him and do a twirl, showing off the cute outfit you had on just for him.

You’re wearing black thigh highs that squeeze your thighs so perfectly, a red and black plaid skirt with a chain on the front, and a little cropped mesh top, that doesn’t really leave much to the imagination.

Johnny sits on the couch in front of you, legs spread out as he leans back and stares at you in awe, raking his eyes up and down your body with his thick arms crossed over his chest.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Johnny says through his teeth, nearly growling at you like a wolf would to its prey before it attacks.

You giggle at his reaction. This is exactly how you wanted him to react.

“C’mere bonnie.” Johnny says, leaning his elbows on his knees and gesturing for you to come his way.

You walk up to him and stand between his thighs. He places his chin on your soft tummy and looks up at you while he runs his hands up your thighs and eventually under your skirt, grabbing your ass, which earns him a little shriek out of you.

“Fuck baby. Holy shit you look fuckin’ stunning.” Johnny says nuzzling his face into the side of your waist as he lets his hands wander.

“Need to fuck you in this, but I’m afraid it won’t last very long. Would have it in shreds by the time we’re done. Would hate to see this cute lil outfit go to waste.” He says with a laugh, nipping his teeth at the waistband of your skirt.

And as you look down at him looking up at you, already drunk off of you. An idea of how your pretty little outfit won’t go to waste pops into your head and you smile mischievously down at him.

Johnny was a big, thick man. Even though you weren’t the smallest yourself, he still dwarfed you with the sheer mass of himself. But the material of your outfit was super stretchy. It’s what made you buy it in the first place. It was size inclusive.

“Well pretty boy.” You say as you lift his chin from your midsection forcing him to make eyecontact with you.

“Why don’t you wear it then. That way it won’t go to waste.” You say, your sly smile widening. Now you were the one who looked like a wolf about to pounce on its prey.

Johnny’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. But he looked amused.

“You want me to wear it?” He laughs, eyes still wide as saucers. “I don’t think it’ll fit me as well as it does you love. Might rip something.”

“Nah I don’t think so.” You say. “It’s pretty stretchy.”

Johnny glances to the side as if he’s considering it. Then he smiles.

“Besides, bet you’d look hot as fuck in it with those thighs of yours.” You tease, earning a chuckle out of Johnny.

“Ok, yeah, fuck it. I would look good as hell wouldn’t I.” He boasts, and you both get to undressing while you giggle like teens hooking up for the first time.

When you both get undressed, and Johnny has finally slipped into what was your outfit, you took a second to admire that gorgeous body of his. The outfit really did suit him.

“Ah fuck, ‘s a bit tight yeah?” Johnny says pulling the thigh highs up that keep rolling down.

He looked so. damn. delicious.

You zone out, ignoring his comments laughing at how you can see the bottom of his ass if he bent down just barely, and if he could trick his teammates into thinking this was actually a kilt. You were too busy drinking in the sight of him and his muscular, thick thighs that spilled over the top of the stockings and his arms and chest stretching the fabric that adorned his body ever so slightly.

“Yeah I know, I look silly.” He chuckles, responding to your silent ogling.

“On the couch.” You demand, catching him off guard.

“Oh.” He says amused. “Guess I don’t look silly then.” He smirks.

“Shut up and sit down on the couch.”

He obeys, sitting down, and you walk up to him, not caring that you’re fully naked and he wasn’t. You kinda liked it that way anyway.

You straddle his waist and run your hands up his chest, your body hovering over where his dick would be, since it was covered by the skirt. I mean, it was kind of easy to spot anyhow, with the way it was starting to make a tent in the skirt.

You sloppily kiss and lick up his neck, nice and messy, just the way he likes it. His hands grip your hips and he grinds up into you through the fabric of the skirt.

“Fuck. Keep doin’ that and you’ll be the death of me lass.” He moans out breathily.

You wrap a hand around his throat as you continue marking his neck but very lightly squeeze as a sign to tell him to stop talking, and he throws his head back and moans at the way you’re handling him.

He bucks his hips up into you in pleasure of you slightly choking him.

“Mmph- fuck, harder- squeeze harder.” He whines. And you do, earning a pornographic moan out of him as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You grind your bare pussy down over the skirt onto the print of his dick and he’s so hard he whimpers at the sensation.

Your hand still around his neck, you whisper in his ear.

“My pretty boy wanna get fucked hm?”

Johnny turns his head to you, placing his forehead on yours.

“Go on bonnie, fuck me.”

And with that you flip up the skirt, revealing his hard and leaking cock. The sight makes your pussy pulse with anticipation of feeling it in you.

You line yourself up and sink down easily onto him, making both of you moan.

Johnny grips your hips tighter, trying to thrust up into you.

“Mm-mm, not yet. Gonna take my time.” You say.

You slide down to the hilt and lean your hands back on his knees and begin to move your hips back and forth in a circling motion slowly.

You look down and see the tops of his thighs peaking out from the skirt and thigh highs and it almost numbs your brain from how fucking hot he looks like this.

“Please- faster- fuck go faster- ride me.” He begs.

You stop your motions and look at him.

“What did I just say? I’m gonna take my time with you.”

He whimpers again and throws his head back as you start your pace again, moaning his name. You continue that until Johnny can’t take it anymore and is a panting, whining, and squirming mess under you.

“Aww ok baby, I’ll fuck you good now.”

You sit up and place both hands at the top of his thighs while you lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back hungrily, as if trying to reassert his dominance, but you pull away just in time, placing your hands over the mesh top on his chest and pushing him back into the couch holding him in place.

You start to bounce up and down on his cock, picking up your pace, and his hands go to squeeze your thighs. His thick length hitting every perfect spot, stretching you out so good and you let out a loud moan.

“God fuck bonnie just like that. Fuck me like that.”

You lean into him, placing your mouth by his ear.

“Yeah you like that hm? You like when I ride you like this?”

“Y- yeah- just like that- you know how to fuck me.”

You continue bouncing on him, admiring the way his chest heaves, stretching the fishnet-like fabric of the croptop he’s wearing, and the way the skirt is up around his hips the way it is when he’s the one fucking you, and how the material of the thigh highs and his thighs are coated in both of your arousal. He looked angelic like this, and you smiled at how perfect he was in this moment.

With his grip moving from its tight hold on your thighs to your hips, he started thrusting up into you, trying to meet you half way desperate for your pussy.

“F- fuck bonnie gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He pants, and you feel your own orgasm approaching quickly as well.

You nuzzle your face into his neck again as you continue to ride his cock like a dildo, using him like a toy.

“Fuck Johnny.” You moan.

“Choke me. Fuck choke me again. Need to cum with your hand around my throat.” He begs desperately, trying to get his demand in before it’s too late.

You bring your hand up and squeeze his thick neck while you place the other on his cheek, turning his head so your foreheads touch again.

“Go on. Cum for me. Show me how good I fuck you.”

And with you cutting off his airway, your tight cunt squeezing and pulsing around his cock, and your words, he spills his cum inside of you.

Johnny cums with a choked, slutty moan, eyes rolled to the back of his head.

You both cum at the same time, his orgasm sending you over the edge as well and you both slow your hips as you sob out your own moans cumming around Johnny’s cock.

You both sit panting, foreheads still touching with the bliss of the moment still in its passing.

“Y’know what?” Johnny says breathless with a smile.

“Hm?” You respond curiously and breathless yourself.

“Maybe we can share the outfit.” He says half jokingly.

And you both chuckle, ending the moment with a kiss full of giggles.