#i was like this close to adding smut but i'm very glad i Did Not

[neoarchipelago]

And they were Roommates (part 12)

A/N: No comment. Send tips i need therapy.

WARNINGS: SMUT?! 18+ GROWN ASS SHIT? DIRTY TALK? SEX? FILTH? JUST PURE FILTH

It took probably a minute for the realization to set in. When it did, you stood up heading towards the hallway before being stopped by Price. 

"Hey hey hey, where are you going?" He asked. 

"I'm going to tell him and ask him if he's alright." You said with a frown, as it was obvious to you. 

"Nope." 

You frowned even more. 

"We suspected it was." Gaz started.

"A sex drug." Soap added with a grin. 

"We needed to make sure it was because it might have been dangerous but he's fine." Price finished. 

"Alright, but why can't I go see him?" You asked, now crossing your arms. 

"The lieutenant asked to keep you away…" Konig finally said. 

You rolled your eyes. You started to walk again just to be stopped again. 

"I know you're worried about him. But he's fine, he's home. The boys are going to stay to make sure he's fine." Price tried again. 

You were starting to feel annoyed. You wanted to go see your boyfriend! Price sent you a look that left no discussion. You bit your lip turning your back on him, clearly pouting. He excused himself before leaving, now remaining with the boys. 

"Come on, cheer up! We're all home." Soap tried dropping his hands on your shoulders. 

"You're here to babysit me and keep me away from his door." You said with a glare. 

Word of affirmation came from the three men, making you groan and head to the kitchen counter. 

Time passed exactly like you had expected. After a good hour you were no longer the boy's priority as they played on the PS5. You had managed to sneak past them and walk up the stairs. They were underestimating you if they thought they could keep you away from him. You turned into another hallway at the top of the stairs and headed for his door. Unfortunately a large arm wrapped around your waist picking you up like you were made of feathers. You did your best not to yelp, glancing behind you. 

"Konig!" You whispered-yelled. 

"I'm sorry! You can't! The captain-" he whispered-yelled as well. 

You tried to wiggle away but that big bear of a man wouldn't let go. 

"Konig please! I need to see him…" you tried in a sad voice. 

It wasn't fair. You were using his sensitive side to get what you want. You could see in his eyes. It was working. 

"Sparrow… the lieutenant said no…" he tried again. 

"Please… I need to see him… Just pretend you never saw me…" you whined. 

He put you down slowly but kept a hand around your arm. You didn't move. Running away would be pointless and would ruin your little bargain. He kept his eyes on you until he sighed, letting go of your arm. You jumped, hugging him. 

"Thank you thank you!" 

You could hear him giggle. He pointed to the door and walked you to it. You were confused until he explained in a very low whisper. 

"He's not going to open if he knows it's you…" 

You nodded, finally understanding. God, you were so glad for this man. You made sure to buy him the latest Sims game with all the packs. You knew he loved it. 

He knocked on the door. 

"Lieutenant. It's Konig. I got something for you." 

After that he quickly walked away. You watched as he left, listening to the sound of footsteps behind the closed door. The door swung open. Your eyes met his and he immediately froze. 

"If you close the door… I'll be angry." You warned. 

You could see his hand on the door frame. His knuckles turned white at the pressure. 

"What are you doing? Where are the boys?" He asked. 

His voice was deeper. Darker. You were so familiar with this, you've already heard it. And everytime something amazingly hot happened. 

"I came to check on you. The boys are downstairs." You said confidently. 

He chuckled darkly as he noticed it. 

"Well. I'm good as you can see. So hop off little bunny." He warned. 

"Let me in." You asked. 

"Absolutely not." He grunted.

You frowned. You had to find a way to get in. You needed to be there for him. You wanted to be there for him. 

"Why not?" You asked innocently. 

You knew he liked it. You knew he loved to see you act innocently, he had said it once. It made him want to ruin you. 

"Bunny. Not now." He warned again. 

"Why?" You batted your lashes. 

"The drug is still active." 

"And?" 

"Bunny…" he growled. 

"Hmm?" You hummed as you stepped closer to the door. 

"Go." He ordered. 

You pouted. He was being stubborn. But so were you. Something inside you made you want to go inside. That little voice in the back of your head kept pushing you to stay with him the whole time. Perhaps it was the need to make sure he was ok. Perhaps it was the thrill of being in the same room as him when you knew he was horny. It was awful. Horrible. But you thought it might be interesting to rile him up in this state. 

"Simon… please" you whined. 

"No. Go back to the boys." He said firmly. 

And then the idea spawned like a flash. 

"You're right… I should go check if no one else was touched by the drug." You started as you turned around. "They may need some assistance." You finished. 

You were roughly pulled inside. The door was slammed and you were pressed against it. The sound must have alerted the men downstairs. You had therefore very little time to convince him. 

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" He scolded. For a little second you thought you might have really fucked up. 

"I just want to stay with you… I'm worried Simon please!" You whined. 

"Fuck… stop whining." He grunted. 

You extended your hand to his chest, his muscles flexing under your touch. His hand wrapped around your wrist in a flash. 

"Bunny… please don't do this to me." 

"Do what?" 

"We talked about this. Taking things slow." 

"I know. We are. Let me just stay with you." You whispered.

The sound of footsteps running up the stairs only made the tension grow. You looked at him straight in the eyes. 

"Please… let me stay…" you begged. 

He took a deep breath, eyes glued to you. 

"LT?!" Soap called. 

The air was tense in between the both of you. He wanted you to stay. You could see it in his eyes. 

"Yes." He answered. 

"Is… she?" Gaz asked. 

"Obviously." He hissed. 

Silence fell for a few seconds. The staring match in between the both of you seemed to drive him mad as his breath quickened. 

"Do you want us to take her-"

"NO." 

The roar made you jump. You didn't know if it was the offer of making you leave that got him angry, or the poor choice of words used… 'take her'.

The boys awkwardly agreed before leaving. He was letting you stay. You wanted to jump but you tried to contain your happiness. He took a step forward, eyes never leaving yours. 

"Behave bunny." He warned one last time before letting go of your wrist and turning around. 

He walked to the small sofa not too far from the bed and sat down, head falling back, eyes closed, muscles clearly flexing and breath quickening. You noticed how dark the room was, the curtains were drawn and night had fallen. You could still perfectly see the bulge in his pants from where you stood. 

"Don't stare bunny." 

How? He had his eyes closed! You bit your lip. You only noticed now that he wasn't wearing his mask. 

"Why… don't you help yourself?" You asked, blushing. He groaned. 

"I tried." 

"And?" 

He raised his head again, planting his eyes into yours. 

"I can't cum." 

A wave of heat rushed through you. His voice made your ears ring, fuck. It must be a torture. You wanted to help him. You really… wanted… to help him. 

"Get that thought off your head." 

You blinked. 

"W-what?" 

"Don't try anything, little one." 

You rolled your eyes and looked away. You couldn't keep your eyes away however so you looked back at him. He had resumed his position, head thrown back. His fists kept clenching and releasing air. You wanted to help him. Fuck you wanted to get on your knees and relieve him.

You took a few steps forwards as he raised his head to look at you and follow your every movement. You say on his bed, not too far from him. 

"How are you feeling?" You tried. 

"Warm. Horny." He let out. 

You smirked and he rolled his eyes. 

"Why aren't you wearing your mask?" You asked, trying to think about anything else but the prominent bulge twitching in his sweatpants.

"There was blue powder all over it. Took it off." He answered in a groan. 

You bit your lip. You couldn't stay there, not helping. 

"Simon-" 

"No." 

You frowned. 

"How?" 

"Baby I can read you so well." He grunted. 

You blushed. He made you warm just by his words. You stood up slowly as he opened his eyes again watching your every move. You remained where you were. 

"I can help…" you proposed. 

"Y/N. We talked about this." 

"I know… but this is unexpected, and I want to… help you relieve yourself." 

He frowned, swallowing hard. 

"You want this to be our first time together? Not me." 

You understood his point of view. Sure it wasn't the romantic, love making evening that you had pictured as a first time but… fuck he looked appetizing. And something about him going feral with you made you want to drop to your knees right away. Your head kept running over what you could say to convince him. And it showed up. You jumped in your little spot, gaining his attention. 

"Where's your spare mask?" 

He frowned but pointed towards the closet. You walked to it, opening it and searching for it. When you found it you turned around looking at him with a wide smile. He still looked confused, but you walked to him, fast enough for him to straighten himself in his seat. You stood in front of him, mask in hands, beckoning him to come closer so you could pass over his head. 

He very slowly brought his face closer to you as you slipped his mask on. 

"So… let's pretend, this isn't our first time." 

"What?" 

He straightened the fabric on his face, the movement making you bite your lip. You dropped to your knees, quickly enough that his hand grabbing your hair didn't stop your movement. 

"Bunny. Fuck…. Get. Up." He growled. 

You put your hands on his thighs and you looked up at him. 

"Simon. Listen to me. This isn't our first time." 

He sent a questioning look that you clearly recognized with just his eyes. 

"This is my first time… with Ghost." 

It took a second but it clicked. He chuckled darkly letting himself fall back but still holding your hair. 

"You want Ghost to fuck you?" He asked in a dark voice. 

"You did say… I was the only one to manage to turn him on."

You let your hands roam softly over his thighs. His hips instinctively bucked when you got a bit too close to the throb in between his legs. 

"Are you sure?" He asked. 

You nodded, licking your lips, his eyes noticing it. 

"Ghost won't be nice. He's not going to be kind. Especially not under a fucking drug." He alerted. 

You were anticipating him. Fuck you wanted it. You nodded again. He let go of your hair, smoothing it out. His hand slid over your jaw to grab your chin. 

"Choose a safe word." 

You blinked. He said yes? He agreed?! A safe word… hum… a safeword.

"Reaper…" 

You didn't know yourself if that was a good idea but it's the only thing you thought of. It made him chuckle again. 

"Reaper? You gonna call for your plush if it's too much? Alright… fair enough." 

He sat himself more comfortably letting go of your chin. He looked at you, kneeled in between his legs. 

"Alright little bunny. Let's see how much you can help me." He tilted his head to the side. 

It's like something inside him shifted. You could see it in his eyes. The way Ghost showed up, taking over Simon. 

"Go on, little one. Kiss it." 

You blinked. What? You let yourself drop closer to his bulge, eyes never leaving him. You dropped a soft kiss over it, feeling him twitch. You wanted to smirk when he hissed. But right now, you knew better than that. 

"Obedient. Good." 

The comment made you squeeze your legs together. 

"Bunny. Take it out. Come on." 

Once more you obeyed, pulling his pants and boxers down with his help. You had to be honest. You knew he was big. You could feel it sometimes in the morning when he woke up next to you. But fuck. He was thick. He chuckled darkly, gaining your attention. 

"Have you bitten more than you can chew?" He teased. 

With a very confident look you grabbed his cock, letting your tongue lick its way from the bottom to the tip at an agonizing slow pace. Something in between a moan and a groan escaped his lips, making you feel proud. You kept playing with your tongue, making it swirl over his tip, your hands pumping him slowly. 

"Mouth. Now." He ordered. 

You were more than happy to oblige. You wrapped your lips around him, slowly sucking as you sunk deeper. His hands met your hair, pulling it into a ponytail and tightening it in his fist. 

"That's it. Be a good girl for me." 

The praise made you bop your head up and down. You found a steady pace, alternating to licking and pumping him with your hand when you needed a bit of air. The sounds he made went straight in between your legs. His grip tightened in your hair. 

"Enough playing. Tap my thigh if you need." He warned. 

You moaned around his cock, making his hips buck into your mouth. You put your hands on his thighs letting him fuck himself into your throat. 

It took a bit of effort not to gag when he reached the back of your throat. He had fun pulling himself entirely out, watching the little line of drool connect your tongue to his tip. He chuckled darkly. 

"Fuck, so pretty." 

He shoved himself back in, making you moan again. He used his hand in your hair to drive your mouth the way he felt best. He let his head fall back, his hips bucking into your mouth. The tears burnt your eyes, your cheeks getting wetter by the second. His eyes fell back on you not leaving your face. 

"So pathetic… you like it? I can see you squirm, are you wet already? Just by sucking me?" 

You blushed, you wondered if that was even possible. He cursed again, his pace quickening. You had to dig your nails into his sweatpants, bracing yourself for his tip at the back of your throat. 

"Fuck" he let out in a groan and chuckle. "You're gonna make me cum baby.." 

The heat his words sent pulling to your stomach was insane. His pace got impossibly fast, the tears falling down your cheeks. 

"So pretty… so, damn, pretty." 

You closed your eyes, moaning at his praises. 

"Open your eyes. Look at me." He ordered. 

You complied, that sight of him over you, looking down at you as he kept using your mouth made you squeeze your thighs together. 

"I'm gonna cum baby…" 

Fuck… you never thought hearing him say it could make your head spin like this. You braved yourself to feel his cum down your throat but he had other plans. 

"No, not inside, let me cum over your face." 

You moaned in agreement. He bucked his hips again a few more times before pulling your head back, thick spurs of cum falling on your face as you closed your eyes. 

"Shitshitshhit…Ah…Fucking finally" he groaned loudly, his moan mixing with his curses. 

You took deep breaths and you opened your eyes. You felt his gaze immediately, making you shiver. 

"Shit. You look amazing like that. You Gon let me take a picture?" 

You blushed again but nodded, still trying to catch your breath. He grabbed his phone on the small table next to him and pointed it at you. His other hand grabbed your chin, his thumb over your lips. 

"Open." 

You did. His thumb touching your tongue. THe flash flickered, the tears in your eyes making it impossible not to close them.  

"Good girl." 

His cock twitched again. He hadn't softened at all and you were aching for him to touch you. He threw his phone on the bed, his attention fully on you again. 

"Let's get serious now." 

He took off his t-shirt using it to wipe his seed off your face. 

"Get up baby." 

He threw the shirt to the ground, helping you stand in front of him. He pulled at your shirt, getting annoyed when it wouldn't cooperate. He grabbed something else from under the table this time, the light reflecting on it before he slashed through the fabric. You gasped. 

"Simon! I liked that-" 

His gaze met yours, making you quiet down immediately. 

"Who?" 

Shit. 

"Hum… G-Ghost" you tried. 

"Again." 

"Ghost." 

"Entirely." 

"Lieutenant Ghost." You blushed. 

"Good. Forget it again and I'll burn it into your brain." 

You bit your lip nodding. You eyed the knife worriedly.

"Breath. I won't hurt you." 

Your leggins found the same fate as the air against your skin made it prickle with goosebumps. 

He stood up, planting the knife straight into the wood of the table. He towered over you, reaching for his mask to lift it up to his nose before capturing your lips in his. His hands roamed your body very softly, a softness that was unfamiliar from Ghost. One of his hands reached the back of your bra unclasping it. It fell to the floor, but you were too busy drowning in his kiss to even care. He pulled you closer with his hard cock against your stomach. You reached for it, pumping him a few times, earning a little bite on your lower lip. 

His lips left yours to attack your neck, bites and licks promising various marks for later on. It made you shiver and whimper each time, the roughness you were used to from Ghost coming back. He separated, grabbing your hand to take it away from him and turned you around. Your back flushed against him, his cock over your ass.  You moaned wanting to grind back against him. 

His hands touched your skin, making sure to not leave a single inch out. Finally he cupped your breast, your breath hitching at the sensation. 

"You're so perfect, fuck look at you." 

His fingers were quick to find your nipples and you played with them, rolling them softly and pinching. You moaned, letting yourself fall back onto him. You could feel his lack of patience. His left hand traveled south cupping you over your panties making you buck against his cock. He chuckled against your ear, letting his finger rub your through the fabric. 

"Already wet for me…" he growled against your ear. 

You nodded, biting your lip. His fingers were rough, torturing, you could feel his heart beating so fast in his chest, remembering he was still under the effect of the drug. 

"I'm sorry baby, I have to have you… I can't hold back anymore…" 

It made you smirk, hearing him say it made you moan in anticipation.

He had somehow taken off the rest of his clothes at some point and he wrapped his arm around your waist picking you up effortlessly, making you giggle in the process as he walked to the bed. He dropped you to your feet in front of it. 

"Come on, lay down, on your back." 

Once more you obeyed without discussion. You told yourself you'd be a brat another time. 

The sight was amazing. You felt so lucky to have him. He lowered himself, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed. He knelt down, approaching his face dangerously close to your cunt. He made sure to bite your inner thigh, making you yelp. 

"This is just a little glimpse of what you'll get, once… I'll be more in control." 

You wanted to question him but his tongue through your folds made you moan out loud. 

He chuckled. 

"Oh… what was that? Do it again baby" 

Another long lick at your clit made you moan again as he hummed against you. It was a distraction, because now he wanted it. He needed it.  His tongue worked its way up and down, sucking and licking at your sensitive little point. You couldn't help yourself, the moans escaping your lips were stronger than you. 

"Ah-h… G-Ghost…" 

His grip on your thighs harden, you'd be bruised later on. You tried to arch your back but his hands switched to your hips, holding you in place. 

"L-lieuten-ant!" 

He froze. Shit. Was it bad? You shouldn't have? 

He got up, this time grabbing you and throwing you higher on the bed. You yelped, watching him kneel on the bed before setting himself on top of you. 

"That… fuck…" he cursed.

He was out of breath, a small layer of sweat covered his skin. 

"A-are you alright?" You asked, concern coating your voice. 

"I'm fucking burning. I need to fuck you." 

He positioned himself in between your legs, letting the tip of his cock rub against your clit. You had a mix of worry because of his size, of pleasure from the way he rubbed your clit with it and somewhere amongst the fog of your brain you had a glimpse of something about needing a condom that was very quickly lost by his tip at your entrance. 

"Safeword ?" He asked. 

"R-reaper…" 

He grinned before pulling back his mask down, pushing his hips into your slowly. The stretch burnt, but fuck it burnt good. He bottomed out, throwing his head back. 

"Shit.." 

He slivered his arms under your knees, grabbing your waist. 

"I'm sorry… you're gonna have to take it." 

He pulled out before slamming right back into you. You gasped. Fuck, you didn't have much time to get used to his size, but he still felt so good, making you feel so full. 

"I.. fuck… I need to ruin you… shit" 

He slammed again his hips into yours, starting out a slow, steady yet deep rhythm. You moaned each time, the more you got used to it the more you felt yourself burn for him. You could see he was restraining himself, the more he let go of his will to fight the drug the more he slammed into you. He was fixed at the sight of his cock burying himself into you. 

"G-Ghost!" You moaned, gaining his attention. 

"L-let… go!" 

He frowned under the mask at your offer.

"Plea-se… lieut-enant…" 

He liked it. You, moaning his rank. Shit shit shit. You'd remember that. His pace quickened, this time his eyes staring right into your soul. 

"Fuck… you sound amazing" 

You wanted to blush, if your face didn't feel so hot already. His thrusts made your eyes roll back, he managed to hit your sensitive spot each time. 

"And you… feel… heavenly." He growled. 

You were finding it hard to keep your voice at an acceptable volume, your high building itself faster than it ever did. He looked down at you with a chuckle that made you shiver. 

"You gonna cum already bunny? I can… feel you… clenching around me." 

He kept his thrusts exactly the way it made you moan a little louder, his cock pumping in and out of you, reaching deep inside you. He groaned again, his head falling back. 

"Fuck… I'm… I can't handle this. Fucking drug-" 

He kept pounding you, the knot deep in your stomach threatening to break. 

"Cum  bunny." He ordered. 

You whined in between moans, his gaze falling back to you. You didn't think his eyes would be able to make you feel this heat, this feeling. His eye contact was exactly what you needed to let yourself tip over the edge. That, and… 

"Cum."

Your mouth fell open at his order, the waves of pleasure crashing over you as his own thrusts quickened. He groaned right after you as he pulsed deep inside you. Fuck. It felt amazing. You were out of breath. But he twitched inside you again, not softening for a second. 

"More.." 

You blinked, w-what? He grabbed you, making you spin around, your dizzy mind barely understanding. You braved yourself on all four. He had managed to stay deep inside you even like that. He pulled out again, you moaned, your sensitiveness making you twitch. He slammed right back into you, making you cry out. 

"W-wait!" 

He resumed his pace, his hips thrusting into you. The more you fucked, the less he had control. 

"So good… you feel so. FUCKING. Good." 

You moaned again. His pace was much more erratic this time, the bed shaking. His hand came to wrap around your throat, pulling you up against him, his other arm securing your waist. You whined again, the new position making you shake a bit. 

"Good girl. Good fucking girl." He hissed against your ear, making you clench on his cock again. 

You almost couldn't believe it, your second orgasm building up again deep inside you. You fucked back against him, making him tighten his grip on your neck, the lack of air making your cheeks tingle. What was that sound… Was it you? Shit who cared. 

"Baby… cum again… come on… cum with me" 

It was all you needed to explode again. This time you saw stars, he made sure to bury himself deep inside you as he came again. The warmth inside you and his praises in your ear made your orgasm only more intense. 

You were both out of breath, he had let go of your neck, both his arms holding you against him. 

"God.. good girl… so good bunny…"

You whined again. You felt a mix of his cum and your juices dripping down your thighs. You wanted to say something, something about a fucking condom, but he beat you to it. 

"You need to see it." 

Your brows furrowed a bit. What… Did he mean?  He thrust again inside you, a warning that he was far from done. You whined. 

"Lieutenant..!" 

He stopped, not moving an inch. 

"Do you want to use your safeword…?" 

You thought for a minute, no… you could take it, fuck you wanted to take it. He was on the drug but shit, he didn't realize you were the one addicted here. You shook your head. 

"Good. Reach back. Arms around my neck. Hold tight." 

He slipped out of you, the sensation making you whine. You obeyed anyhow. You yelped when he slipped his arms under your knees lifting you up. He stood from the bed, walking to the mirror. You shook your head when you reached it, the sight almost pornographic. He stood behind you as he held you up against him, legs wide open. You could see his cum dripping out of you, his cock twitching against your ass. 

"Damn.. so good. Look at you, my cum dripping out of you, my tags around your neck…" 

You only noticed them now. You were still wearing them. You bit your lip, closing your eyes. 

"Feeling shy? Look. At me." 

You shook your head. 

"Bunny. Eyes. On. Me." 

You opened them, looking back into the mirror. 

"You're gonna pay for disobeying me. Shove my cock back inside." 

You blinked. 

"B..but… my arms?"

"I'm holding you. You're not going anywhere." 

You bit your lip, slowly letting one of your arms fall from his neck, you reached down feeling the tip of his cock against your fingertips. 

"Shit.."

He was just as sensitive as you, you could see it in the mirror, the way his tip had reddened. You brought it to your entrance and he trusts back into you, making you whine. 

You wrapped again your arms around his neck, trying to hold yourself up against his restless pace. 

"Look into the mirror." 

You felt shy yes. But fuck did it send hot wave through you watching him balls deep inside you as he groaned against your ear. The dog tags jumped on your stomach, your breast bouncing with each thrusts, his muscles flexing under his movements. 

"I-I… I can't!" 

You were too sensitive, too out of breath. Each thrusts kept rubbing against your G spot, another orgasm rising. 

"Yes. YES. You can." 

You had long lost the fight against your moans, you were loud, probably too loud. 

"I'm… GHOST!" 

You threw your head back, a cry leaving your lips, ears ringing when another orgasm hit you. 

"Fuck. The way… you clench, shit, I'm-" He hissed. 

He moaned loudly, his cock twitching as he spilled again inside you. The way he kept thrusting even through your orgasms made his seed pool at the base of his cock. 

"Im.. loud…t-too… loud…" you tried. 

"Fuck that." He chuckled again. 

He pulled out, cum dripping to the floor again. He walked you to his door, putting you down there and helped you stay up. 

"Hands against the door. Let's give them a show." 

You opened your mouth, eyes widening but a moan came out as he thrust his still hard dick right back in. You felt dizzy, your head spinning. You were unsure you could take more. His hips slamming into you, his groans and the sound of skin slapping mixing with your own shaky voice. 

"Can't! C-cant!" 

"S-safeword?" He moaned in your ear.

You answered with a moan again, not able to form an answer. His fist slammed against the door above you as he forced himself to stop, letting you catch your breath. 

"Bunny. Need you awake." 

You shook, legs ready to give in. His arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you up. 

"Bunny." His voice was firmer. 

You moaned in answer, telling him he had your attention. 

"Safeword? If you need to. Say it." He warned. 

He was struggling to hold back, his own hips bucking into you a bit when you clenched around him from the sensitiveness. 

"Fucking hell. I need it. An. Answer." 

You tried to gather your thoughts. Could you take more? You wanted to, you wanted to be his good girl. You could hear it in his voice, in his hisses how deep he was in his high. Fuck you wanted to keep going. You were unsure your body would follow.

"Y/N-" 

"No… n-no safeword…" 

He let out a shaky breath as he started moving again, slower this time. You were thankfully for it, but you couldn't stop the moans leaving your lips. 

"More… fuck I… need more baby…" he grunted.

His pace got faster again, the door shaking underneath your hands and his fist. They'd hear it. Fuck if they didn't hear it until now, which was highly unlikely, they HAD to hear this. 

Tears pricked at your eyes, another orgasm building up, this time the burnt was almost aching you. 

"Cum..gon..cum.." you mumbled in between moans.

He chuckled, pounding into you again restlessly, chasing his own high again. 

You cried out this time your legs giving out, you were thankful for the muscle of a man torturing you with his cock as he caught you. You didn't know if he did so just to pound into you more. 

"Ever-y time… you get.. so.. tight" he hissed through gritted teeth. 

He cursed again, his dick throbbing inside you. You felt his cum fill you up again if it was even possible. 

"Good girl… my bunny.. fuck.."

He slipped out again, picking you up and placing you on the bed as gently as he could in his state. He kneeled in between your legs, wiping a tear off your cheek. 

"One more." 

You shook your head, this was too much way too much. You never came this much before you couldn't. 

"One last one. The high is fading." 

You couldn't speak anymore. You wanted to be his good girl. You wanted to take it. 

"Nod if you can take it." 

And you did. Shit. If you died, this was the best fucking way to die. Fucked into oblivion. He slapped his tip against your sensitive bud making you squirm underneath him. He slowly, agonizing slow, thrust back inside inch by inch. Through the tears you could see his eyes, as he obsessively watched his dick enter your sensitive pussy. He was lost, completely feral, Ghost owning you completely. His eyes flickered to yours. 

"You can take it." 

It wasn't a question. It was something in between an order and a fact. He was slow this time, his thrusts long and deep, his eyes never leaving yours. 

"You're mine." 

"Mmyours…" 

He chuckled. 

"Look at you, fucked out, can't even speak." 

You moaned, you were too sensitive, it was too much, you couldn't hold back the tears. 

"You. Belong. To. Me." 

He made sure to punctuate every word with a thrust. He grabbed the dog tags, tangling his fingers in them as wrapped his hand around your neck. He didn't squeeze. He simply rested there. You felt sore, sensitive, your body overwhelmed, your mind mush. All you could hear was his mix or praises and dirty talk as he fucked himself into you again. 

"My bunny.. my sweet girl" 

You moaned out loud again. Back arching, your own hands wrapping around his wrist. 

"You're so full of my cum baby…" 

And you remembered. Throughout the haze and the pleasure. 

"No… c-..condom.."

He thrust even deeper. 

"Shit… fuck, you're right."

You had meant it as a warning, as a revelation to him, but somehow he went nuts.

"Gonna fill you up again…" 

You whined. He was too lost to care, fuck, he was so lost that he was letting himself enjoy that fact, without a single thought about the consequences.

You felt the tension build up again, your cheeks burning and tingling as your vision blurred. 

"L-lieuten-ant.." 

"Shit..love it when you moan my rank.. again."

He made sure to hit that sweet spot inside you to help you moan it out. 

"L..fuck.. lieu…tenant!" 

He slammed himself deep again. You were so close to breaking again, but you also knew you were too close to the end. 

"I… can't! I..pass..out" 

He chuckled, his thumb reaching to soothe your lips. 

"You scared?" 

A bit. If you wanted to be honest. But shit it was thrilling. 

"I got you. I'm right here, you can let go." He growled. 

And you knew you could. Whatever happened you knew he was there. 

"Go on baby… let go, I'm gonna cum with you" 

You could feel yourself reaching it, your ears ringing tears falling down your cheeks, Vision blackening as it finally hit. You felt your throat burn, probably from your voice but your ears didn't work. The last thing you felt was his hips bucking into you as he spilled himself deep in you one last time.

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What happens when a simple scroll on TikTok leads you to something unexpected?

a/n i wrote this at 3 a.m. today, and after a little adjusting, I'm happy with it. I love the idea of a confident Simon Riley, using his Ghost persona to satisfy a little fantasy or two. Especially if he got to know you, the newest recruit a little better.

TW/ Kissing, smut so MDNI!

Lying on your bunk after a long day, you find yourself doom scrolling on TikTok, navigating your way through recipes, cat videos and pranks, when a biker in a black leather jacket and dark helmet catches your eye.

As usual, the comments are full of thirst posts, proclamations of marriage, one night stands and more. You raise an eyebrow at some of them, incredulous at some others.

He was simply putting his gloves on, while straddling his bike, his visor flipped down, adding to the mystery. The Sleep Token song that played over it fully caught your attention.

The filter over the video made the skeleton print of his gloves stand out against the dark of the leather... very similar to the gloves your lieutenant wears.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you zoom in on his body, looking for something that could identify him more, and you spot it, a small Soap charm on his laces, one you all collected after London.

Your eyes widen.

This man doing thirst traps on BikeTok was your boss.

You refresh the page, and hide your face in your sleeve. How could you act normal around him now?

A live notification pops up at the top of your screen, and shakily you click on it.

There he is, Simon Riley.

All black leather and mystery as he leans into the shot. He has a mic tagged in his collar, and you would know that voice anywhere.

He's outside on the airstrip of the base, you knew he liked to ride out there between deployments, normally kept himself to himself, but now you knew better.

His voice rang out clear, and you almost dropped your phone.

"Welcome in Nya, hello again gorgeous Dolly, Hey Cosplay Queen.."

He pauses, his head tilted.

"We have a new member, hello you." His voice rich, like honey, travelled down your spine.

"Glad to have you here, first times are awkward, I'll be gentle." he teases, watching the hearts collect in the corner of the screen.

By this point you have a death grip on your phone, too stunned to speak. Did he know it was you, you?

You throw out a heart emoji, hoping to blend in a little. You eyes glued to the screen. He was so different to his work version. He was relaxed, cocky, funny... Not the cold and distant lieutenant.

The live goes on for a few minutes, before he logs off for the night. Blowing a kiss, the screen goes black, and you blink again. What on earth was happening?

You put your phone down and begin to get ready for the night, shaking off the imaginary lust dust that flittered over you. Urging yourself to breathe, and not think about the fact your boss was turning you on.

You heart bobbed in the back of your throat when you heard Simons bike return to the barracks, the headlight shining bright in the darkness.

You hold your breath as you hear his footsteps along the corridor, the squeak of the leather and metallic zip undoing are the loudest noises on base. You squeeze your eyes shut as the heavy footsteps stall outside of your door.

Three knocks ring out, forcing your eyes open. He knows. You think to yourself.

You force yourself on jelly legs to answer the door, a smile that doesn't quite meet your eyes.

"Ghost, you okay?" You stammer out, mentally kicking yourself for sounding so obvious.

"You tell me, love." He says gruffly, forcing his way into the room, placing his helmet on your desk.

You squeak at the same time he spots your phone, your screen still open on his page.

"Naughty little thing, aren't you. Thirsting over your boss on TikTok what does it for you, love? The bike, the helmet, the appeal?"

your cheeks redden, and he steps closer to you, closing the gap between you both. Gripping your chin with his fingers, he forces you to look at him.

"Not a word to anyone else, love."

Eyes wide, you nod.

And he presses his lips to yours softly, sealing your secret.

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hihi i love your post and i see your request are open so of you dont mind can you do a bonedo reaction of them getting jealous or smth along those lines, and its completely up to you whether its nsfw or sfw

thank you !!:)

hiiii~ tysm for giving me the chance, i'm glad you like it. and ofc I'd be more than happy to do thisssss. I'll do it nsfw because OH MY GOSH HEAR ME OUT ‼️‼️ this came out quicker than i thought 😭

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Stop it ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, jealousy (duh), toxic behaviour, some smut, usage of the boy's real names.

summary: bnd legal line getting jealous over things and how i think they'll act in those situations.

note: if you find any typos, feel free to let me know so i can correct them~

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sungho;

he would get jealous over things that you couldn't even imagine, he wouldn't get jealous a lot tho, i see him as a very mature and confident person so if you guys are as in love as it appears to be he wouldn't mind.

but when he sees you're laughing way too much with jaehyun, touching his arm and him touching your hands while you both share a space in the small sofa, it makes him feel kinda pressured, his chest feeling heavy and an uncomfortable expression landing on his face.

"sungho, baby, everything okay?"

"yeah, it's just... what were you talking about with jaehyun earlier?"

"we were just joking, why? did i say something that upset you?"

"no, i... i just didn't like to see you being so close with him" you just looked at him in silence and he shaked his head before adding "i guess i was jealous that he was making you laugh so much"

"baby, you make me laugh too"

"i didn't like the way he held your hands and you let him"

"i'm sorry, it won't happen again if it makes you uncomfortable. but... you do know that i only like you, right? that you are the only one for me, right?"

and he would just shyly smile and nod before giving you a candid kiss, laying you down in bed to make love to you and remind you who was the only one for you.

riwoo;

sanghyeok is such a shy boy but he is also very playful when he feels comfortable so i definitely see him playing around with you and the boys, probably at the field or in a pool, laughing and having the best time of his life until he sees sungho playing a little bit too close to you, holding your waist and dodging balls or stopping the boys from splashing water at your face.

he would stop laughing right away, remaining silent for the rest of the afternoon, you didn't even notice because you were soooo busy with the other boys.

you would approach him but he wouldn't even look at you when you called his name, mumbling a soft "go talk to the boys about it" you honestly laughed at how cute he looked being this jealous, you cupped his face and kissed his lips without asking for permission, his cheeks flushing at that very instant.

"what are you doing?"

"can't i kiss my boyfriend?"

"you were ignoring me all day"

"i was not... at least not intentionally, look, hyeok-ah, i'm sorry, okay? can you forgive me this time?" and he would simply nod, holding your hand to go back into the group, they already knew what happened and apologized too for the misunderstanding.

the afternoon went by as normal but you could catch him glancing at you and holding your hand every time he had the chance.

jaehyun;

i am soooo sorry but he wouldn't stfu and watch, he is definitely coming up to you and the boy flirting the shit out of you to get you away from him.

"who's this? you know him?" when you denied with your head and your hands gripped his shirt he understood what was going on, giving the dude a glance before saying "isn't it obvious this is your sign out? get the fuck away from my girlfriend, man"

and you just KNOW that he is NOT leaving your side for the rest of the night, not even for ONE second, for nothing. he even took you to the bathroom with him, excusing himself with a "it's nothing you haven't seen before" and that painfully hot grin of his.

"i don't even know how he thought he got a shot with you" he would say once y'all are back at home, laying between your legs while he softly traced lines in your skin. "he should see how down bad you are for me" and you just laughed because he was right, you didn't have eyes for anyone else.

taesan;

RUN. literally just run. taesan is not a jealous person i'm afraid, he could be picky, yes, he could want something you have (like a game or something), yes. he could play around and pout over little things but he would never really get mad or jealous.

but god forbids the day he does, his hair is covering most of his forehead and yet you can see his eyebrows frowned and his eyes staring at the hand that was resting in your thigh. he himself didn't understand why he was feeling that way, intimidated, threatened and full of rage, it was leehan after all, it was his friend who was laughing with you, touching your thighs with soft palms when he laughed and looking down the opening of your dress by instinct.

yeah, that was not going to work.

that's why taesan stood up and walked to you, his voice sounding lower than usual when he said "stand up, we are leaving" you did not know what was happening but you were not going to go against him either. "were you having fun? having his hands all over you like you don't have me, huh?"

"i don't-"

"don't talk back, i don't wanna hear it"

"but i-"

"i bet he is thinking about you tonight, about how pretty you look in this dress" his hand drawed the curve of your waist. "how soft your hair is" this time he got his other hand to softly touch your hair. "and how good you smell" his face got lost in your neck and he just fucked the shit out of you afterwards, constantly letting you know that you were his.

only to be soooo ashamed the morning after about everything he said and did, but oh well, at least he got off.

leehan;

he would be jealous of everything, everyone and anything, because he could, he wanted and yeah. but it was mostly joking, he would be "jokingly jealous" all the time.

so the day he actually got jealous you didn't even realize it until it was too late. he kept telling you that he didn't like the way riwoo talked to you, that you guys were dancing too close to each other and that he didn't feel comfortable with it.

but again, you thought he was joking, why would he be for real if you always danced with riwoo? well, today was the day he didn't like it, he hated the way riwoo touched you and he knew that riwoo had nothing for you, it was just the dance and he did it professionally, then why?

"are you seriously mad?" you finally asked after he ignored you since you got home, just sitting by his fishtank and chewing some gum. "leehan, i'm talking to you"

"then don't"

"can you talk to me, please?"

"are you going to listen this time?" you just nodded and left out a sign when he got close to you. "i really dislike that dance, i hope that you can change it because i don't want you to dance with someone else like that"

"it's been the same dance since two weeks ago, hannie, what are you saying?"

"you said you'll listen"

"and i am but that's just-"

"you would look so good with your mouth around my cock instead of talking back like a bitch" well damn.

the deal was sealed, the dance was changed, riwoo and you made a different choreography and your lips were sucking him off for the rest of the night, he fucking you in missionary later just so he could stare at your eyes and kiss your lips when he came inside, mumbling how good you were for him. just for him.

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Unwanted: Chapter 4, Unwelcome - Pt. 1*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Explicit Sexual Content - Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here - (oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV (only okay if one of you is a super solider who can't contract/spread, otherwise, wrap it before you tap it), bad jokes (should be a given at this point, really), dummies not understanding feelings.

Word Count: 2.6k

Previously On...: Bucky returned from his mission and your reunion got a little spicier than intended... not that either one of you is complaining! Deciding not to make it a one-time thing, you both agree to try a friends-with-benefits arrangement. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: Yay! More smut! Aren't we all so lucky! <3 I magically managed to plow my way through writing Chapter 10 tonight, which means ya'll get Chapter 4, Part 1 a little earlier than I anticipated! I have to confess that I love the stupid banter between Bucky and Pocket. Their dumb playfulness is so #goals for me, lol. You've got a lot of fluff and such coming your way for a few chapters, meanwhile I'm at the point where I'm just writing all the angst and it is making me so sad. I subconsciously keep trying to fix it because I hate having them be at odds, but the story needs pain! And therefore I must make my babies suffer. Not right now, though. Right now is smut, smut, smut! Enjoy!

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You sat in your office, head bent over the latest budget requests from your lab staff. You tended to be pretty generous when it came to project funding, but this $15 million request for a proposed shrink ray had to be some sort of a joke. Did they want a lawsuit from Pym Technologies? A knock on your door drew your attention away from the submission in front of you.

"Come in," you called out, putting the shrink ray proposal in your rejection pile. Bucky entered your office, flashing you a seductive smile as he closed and locked the door behind him.

Leaning back in your desk chair, you let your eyes rove over his frame as he walked toward you. He'd obviously just come from the gym, his muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat and his t-shirt clinging to his sculpted chest. The sight of him made your heart race, and you couldn't help but feel a now familiar heat building between your legs. He looked absolutely gorgeous. "You're not my GrubHub order," you teased.

"Not your GrubHub," he said, coming around to sit on the edge of your desk, "but I bet I can fill you up just as good."

You both stared at each other for a beat before bursting into laughter. "Oh my God, Barnes," you groaned, standing up and wrapping your arms around his neck. "That was absolutely awful." You kissed him, relishing the feel of his laughter against your mouth. "I can't believe I willingly let you put your dick in me, jokes like that."

Bucky's laughter faded into a heated gaze as his hands traveled up your sides, sending shivers down your spine. "Well," he whispered huskily, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear, "I'm glad you let me, because all I can think about is doing it again."

"Then it's a very good thing you locked that door," you whispered back, trying to ignore the wetness his words sent straight to your panties.

His fingers traced the outline of your jaw, his feather-light touch igniting a trail of desire along your skin. The familiar weight of his presence grounded you, drawing you closer. Together, like this, it was as if you were the only two people in the world, as if no one else existed.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Bucky confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of longing and hunger. "Couldn't focus on anything else but getting my hands on you."

"I've been right here." You took a hand and palmed him through his sweats. He was already rock hard, ready for you.

"Tease," he moaned, slotting his lips over yours again.

Your breath hitched as he kissed you, a surge of electricity coursing through your veins. The heat between you intensified with each kiss, fueling the fire that burned deep within. The taste of him was addictive, and you wondered how you had spent over a year in his company without kissing him before now.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back from you. “I don’t have a condom. I could go get one, come back…”

You shook your head, not wanting to delay another moment. You knew the serum made him immune to catching or passing on any STIs, and you were clean. “I’m on the pill, Bucky,” you said, bringing your lips to his again. “And I wanna feel you. So fucking bad.”

“Thank God for modern fucking medicine,” he grinned.

Bucky's hands roamed over your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He expertly unbuttoned your blouse without taking his mouth from yours, revealing the soft curve of your breasts. His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

"You seem to have forgotten your bra, Pocket," he murmured before taking his mouth to your nipple, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. Your knees weakened at the sensation, and you gripped onto his shoulders for support.

"Mmm, Bucky," you moaned, arching your back as he switched his attention to your other breast, giving it the same lavish treatment. The wetness pooled between your thighs, leaving you aching for his touch.

He stepped back abruptly, his eyes dark with desire as he reached down to unbutton your skirt. "I've been dying to taste you," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

You eagerly stepped out of your skirt, revealing the black lace panties that barely covered your soaking slit. Bucky's gaze darkened further as he looked at you, hungrily taking in every inch of your exposed body.

"Fuck," he breathed, stepping closer to you "You wear these just for me?" You just smiled at him, biting your lower lip. You had worn them just for him, but he didn't need to know that. With one swift motion, he lifted you up and placed you on the edge of your desk. The cool wood felt delicious against your heated skin as Bucky hooked his fingers around the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs and stuffing them into the pocket of his pants.

"Thief," you chastised, but he only smirked at you as he dropped to his knees in front of you, his warm breath fanning across your slick folds as he hooked your legs over his shoulders.

You grasped the edge of the desk, your heart pounding in anticipation as he leaned forward and dipped his tongue between your swollen lips. A moan escaped you at the first touch of his velvety tongue against your throbbing clit. "Holy shit, Buck," you groaned. "Just like that."

"I knew you'd be delicious," he moaned into you.

Bucky's skilled tongue worked its magic, flicking and swirling with an expertise that sent waves of pleasure radiating through your body. Your head fell back, exposing your neck as you surrendered yourself to the sensations he was evoking. Each lick and suck was like an electric shock to your core, building the tension coiling within you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer as he devoured you with an insatiable hunger. The intensity of his ministrations brought you to the edge faster than expected, the coil within you tightening with an urgency that demanded release. You whimpered, your moans growing louder with each pass of his tongue.

"Bucky," you panted, pulling on his hair to drag him up. "Bucky I need you. I need you right now." Your voice was desperate, your body craving the feel of his thickness inside you.

Bucky's eyes were filled with a predatory glint as he stood up, his lips glistening with the evidence of your arousal. He swiftly rid himself of his sweats, releasing his swollen, throbbing length that begged to be inside you. The air crackled with tension as he positioned himself between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

You locked eyes with him, the intensity of your connection sparking a fire within you. "I want you inside me," you gasped, your voice filled with a desperate need.

Without any further warning, Bucky plunged into you with a force that stole your breath. The sensation of being filled by him, stretched and taken to the brink of reason, sent shock waves coursing through every nerve ending in your body. You cried out in ecstasy, the sound mingling with his own groan of pleasure.

"Jesus Christ, Pocket," he moaned, "you're so fucking tight."

He set a punishing pace, driving into you with a raw need that matched your own. The sensation of him sliding in and out of you sent sparks of delight shooting through your veins. Your hands clawed at his back, urging him to move faster, harder.

Each stroke hit that sweet spot deep within you, igniting fireworks in your body. The desk creaked beneath the force of your movements, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"Fuck," Bucky grunted, his hips slapping against yours with a primal intensity, "turn around."

He pulled out of you and flipped you, bending you over the desk before thrusting back into you from behind. The new angle allowed him to hit you deeper than before, and you could feel the tip of him kiss your cervix.

The desk continued to shake as Bucky pounded into you, the raw power behind each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of release. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your moans filling the air as ecstasy rippled through your body.

Sweat dripped down both of your bodies, glistening in the dim light of the office. The urgency between you was palpable, a desperate hunger that consumed every inch of your being. You could feel the tension building within you, coiling tighter and tighter.

"I'm...I'm so close," you managed to pant out, your voice strained with need. "Don't stop, Bucky."

He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his hips slamming against yours with an almost brutal force. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, drowning out any other noise.

Bucky's gaze bore into yours as you turned to look at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. His grip on your hips tightened even further, his fingers leaving imprints on your skin as he pistoned in and out of you. The sensations he stoked within you built to an unbearable peak, threatening to consume you both.

With one final powerful thrust, Bucky sent you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, your body convulsing as waves of bliss coursed through every fiber of your being. It was an explosion that left you breathless and trembling, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Bucky followed suit, ropes of his spend spilling into you as he found his own release. He bent his body over yours, burying his face in the curve of your neck, his moans muffled against your skin as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing and the faint echo of your heartbeats pounding in your ears. Your bodies were entangled, sweaty and spent from the intense release that had just washed over you. Bucky's grip on your hips slowly loosened as he pulled out of you, his length slipping free with a wet sound.

ith a shaky sigh, you turned around and immediately collapsed back onto the desk, your legs trembling from the sheer euphoria that had consumed you moments ago. Bucky stood there, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness as he looked down at you.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving to stand in front of you. His fingers gently brushed against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped during your climax. You reached up, intertwining your fingers with his and bringing them to your lips for a gentle kiss.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I went a little harder than I meant to."

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "No, Bucky. That was... incredible. You didn't hurt me, you made me feel amazing." You paused, looking up into his eyes, filled with genuine affection. "You always make me feel amazing."

His gaze softened, and he brushed his thumb against your cheekbone. You moved to hop down from your desk, but your knees gave out, refusing to hold you.

"Hey, I've got you," Bucky said with a laugh as he steadied you, supporting you as though you weighed nothing. He began slowly buttoning your shirt back up, then slid your skirt back up your thighs.

"I think you ruined my legs," you giggled as he planted a kiss on your navel before tucking your shirt back into your skirt.

"Sorry 'bout that," he said with a smirk as he straightened up.

You let out a shaky laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure you feel really bad about it," you grinned.

He leaned in close to your ear. "Not even a little bit," he whispered, as though it was a conspiratorial secret. God, just his proximity and the sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

"Looking to go for Round Two already, doll?" he asked you as he took in your physical response to him with a smug smile.

"I don't think my desk can take another go at the moment, or my legs, for that matter." You tried standing up again and were pleased to find that, though your knees were still weak, you were able to hold yourself upright. You glanced over to see Bucky watching you with a shit-eating grin. "You look a little too proud of yourself, you know."

"Tell me it's not fully deserved." He grinned at you like a mother fucking cat who had just found a saucer of cream. You rolled your eyes as you began picking up the avalanche of papers that had fallen from your desk to the floor. Bucky came around and bent over to help set your office back to rights.

Once everything was back in its proper place, you stood back to admire your work. No one would know that you'd been thoroughly railed here just a few minutes before. You watched as Bucky picked up the framed photo you kept of the two of you on your desk.

It was from your trip to the New York Botanical Gardens last winter. Bucky had confessed to you that, due to spending so much time on ice while under Hydra's control, he'd developed an intense hatred-- almost fear-- of cold weather. So, when a particularly brutal cold snap had him feeling exceptionally out of sorts, you'd taken him up to the Bronx to visit the Enid A. Haupt Conservatory, where you spent the day meandering through the paths of the hothouse, surrounded by humidity and tropical plants as though you were in the middle of the rainforest. In the photo, Bucky stood next to you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, your hands hanging off of his forearm as he leaned into you and kissed your temple. Your face was scrunched up into a ridiculous smile.

"That was a great day," Bucky said, tracing the photo with a flesh finger. "I don't think I ever told you how much it meant to me, means to me, that you did that for me." His voice had dropped to something deeper, softer.

You felt something in your heart flutter at his words, the sensation new and a little frightening. The sensation made you nervous in a way you couldn't identify. "Buck," you said, swallowing thickly, "there's not much I wouldn't do for you. I hope you know that."

His crystal blue eyes bore into you as he looked at you, almost as though he was waiting for you to say something more. When you didn't, he let out a sigh and placed the photo back on your desk.

Looking back up at you, the intensity was gone from his gaze. "You hungry? I figure we must have burned enough calories to justify a big lunch." His cocky grin was back in place.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect," you said, linking your arm in his and patently ignoring the way the contact sent a swell of affection through your heart. "Let me pop into the bathroom to clean up, and then we're good to go."

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[zuricu]

can you pleaseeeee do a johnny smut with praise and squ!rt!ng and johnny being really dominant? thank you!

Dom!Johnny Cade x Female Reader Smut

OKok sooooooo! I suck at writing smut (Esp with dom guys bc I don't ever read anything like that) but I tried. This sucks booty and I apologize and it is to OOC for Johnny. :crying: I may or may not be high and very deprived of sleep atm so read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: Dom/sub, swearing, smut (obv), protected sex, squirting, lmk if there's anything else please and thank you <3 (again, I'm tired and high)

Johnny woke me up from my sleep, I was initially scared since he doesn’t wake me up for anything unimportant. He was staying at my house for the night, my parents weren’t home to know about it.

“Babe?” I stirred, sitting up. “Are you okay?” 

“Let me fuck you,” He demanded. I was a bit taken aback by what he said.

“What?” I groaned as my eyes got used to the darkness, still relatively confused. “Johnny are you-”

“I said what I said,” He shut me up real quick. “You gave me a dream and now I’m horny, so let me fuck you.”  

“Okay,” I oblige. “Can I have a minute though? I’d like to be more conscious before doing anything.” 

“Of course,” He kissed my forehead, rougher than usual. I kissed his lips but he was hungry for more, he leaned over me while still kissing me. His hands not being shy about my body, trailed up and down, eventually leading to my right tit. I gasped, in turn breaking the kiss, he grabbed my face lightly. 

“No more noises out of that pretty mouth of yours until I say so,” His voice was deeper and more demanding than it had ever sounded before. I bit my lip and nodded. 

I could feel myself getting increasingly wet just by his actions. He began to move his lower half, I closed my eyes and tried not to moan. His left hand traveled down my body and landed on my pussy. He moved his fingers around a bit, making me arch my back. 

“Take your clothes off,” He commanded, I did as told, stripping myself bare. “Good.” He kissed me, slower this time. His mouth found my tit and began sucking and nipping at it. He trailed his tongue down the rest of my body, making its way down to my pussy. He paused momentarily to tell me I could moan and continued to lap up my pussy. 

“Fuck, Johnny,” I pant. “Mhmm… you make me feel so good baby.” His tongue rubs circles around my clit. He transfers from his mouth to his hand, sticking a finger inside and flicking it around. I moaned, which told him to keep going. 

“You’re so good, love,” Johnny cooed, kissing me again. “Can I put my cock inside you?” 

“Condom… in… drawer…” That was all I could manage to say. He reached over to my bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a square, plastic packet. He opened it like he had no time left and rolled it on. He lined himself up with me, slowly thrusting in, making sure he didn’t hurt me. 

“Are you okay?” He asked me. I could only nod, so he pushed in further, continuing to look at me so he knew I was okay. He got all the way in and pulled back some, setting a pace. I gripped the sheets as I got used to the action. 

“Oh, fuck,” I called out. “It feels so good, I love you, Johnny!” That made his pace quicken. 

“Fuck,” He groaned. “I love you too darling.” I placed my hand on my clit, adding more sensation to what I was already feeling. 

I continued rubbing circles as he thrusted farther and deeper into me because of all of the feeling, I squirted all over him, making everything around me wet. 

“Shit! Baby!” I yelled.  “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Lovely,” He cooed at me as he continued thrusting. “Everything is fine, it’s all okay. We’ll clean it up later.” 

He continued to thrust into me until we reached our climaxes. “Oh shit!” He exclaimed. “Are you close?” 

“Yeah,” I squeezed my eyes shut and as he thrusted a few more times, we both came. 

“God, you were so good love,” He slid himself out of me and took his condom off. “I’m so glad I have you in my life.” 

I hugged him, I couldn’t stop panting as I came off my high. He hugged me back, laying next to me for a few minutes. He eventually got me out of my bed and helped me to the washroom. 

“I’m gonna leave you to get cleaned up,” He said. “I’ll bring you fresh pajamas and clean up your bed.” 

“Thanks,” I smiled at him as he left. I cleaned myself off, I heard a knock at the bathroom door. It opened itself and I saw Johnny’s hand sneak through to drop off comfortable pajamas. I put them on and left the bathroom as he finished making the bed. We lay down next to each other and sat in comfortable silence until Johnny spoke up. 

“I’ll help you do the laundry when we wake up,” I giggled and snuggled into him. 

“Thank you,” I replied, my voice muffled by his chest. 

“I love you, goodnight.” He gave me a sweet kiss on the top of my head. 

“I love you too,” I smiled and drifted off to sleep.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

the rash decisions [part 2] l Joel Miller

[PART 1]

Summary: a guy at a bar spilled his drink on you, then you made some weird decisions

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), sex, swearing, probably some more

A/N: I hope you like it.

The next few days were quite hard for you. On the one hand, you felt guilty about the night you spent with Joel, and on the other, you felt completely okay with it, although the conversation you overheard made you feel strange. You told yourself that he didn't promise you marriage and you didn't really know each other at all. So you shouldn't care. But either way, it felt weird.

However, the matter resolved itself because you didn't give him your phone number. Your contact ended the moment you closed the door behind you. The remorse should go away on its own, so you didn't want to think about it any longer.

You went back to your life and only occasionally Joel appeared in your head like a pesky fly. You were sure he didn't bother with you. If Tommy was right and you were just going to be a one-night stand, then your job was done well.

Fuck! Why were you thinking about him again? And this was in the middle of the washing powder aisle, where you had been standing for several minutes. You looked around uncertainly at the colorful boxes, boring music was playing from a speaker nearby, and you already knew that you wouldn't choose anything.

“Y/N?”

It was like a lightning strike. When you saw him approaching you, you noticed that your legs felt like concrete. He was pushing a shopping cart in front of him and looked surprised by the encounter.

"Oh, hi." you uttered in confusion.

"Hi. I didn't think I'd see you again." Joel said, smiling softly.

"I live nearby."

"I see. You really look good, you know?"

"Thank you, you too."

You weren't lying. Joel looked good even in a plain t-shirt and jeans. His smile was still as charming as you remembered. There was a strange silence between you. You felt him watching you, but you weren't sure how you should react to it. Maybe now was the first time he could look at you in a better light.

"Listen..." he began hesitantly, but someone interrupted him.

"Dad? Dad, I told you you had to go two aisles away."

A young girl walked up to you and gave you a quick glance. She was lovely and smiling, and as she walked up to Joel she put something into the basket.

"Hello." she said "I'm sorry, did I interrupt you?"

"No, you didn't. We're just talking." Joel replied, but seeing her expectant look, he added, "This is Sarah, my daughter. Sarah, this is Y/N."

You smiled at each other.

"You know each other from work?"

"No, we met a while ago." you replied, seeing Joel's confused face. "We haven't seen each other since."

"What a coincidence that you met here! Dad didn't mention anything about you."

"Oh, I'd be surprised if he said something." you smiled, hoping you did a good job of feigning amusement.

"Really?" Joel looked at you curiously.

"Yeah, really." you glanced quickly at your watch, "I guess I'll have to go now. I don't want to disturb you."

"You're not disturbing!" Sarah smiled as her eyes moved from Joel to you and back. “Unless someone is waiting for you?”

"No. I just..."

"Why don't you come over for dinner today? Dad has the evening off, it's rare. He'll make his signature dish."

“I…” You were speechless for a moment and you looked at Joel fearfully, but he just smiled at you, “I don't know if this is a good idea, Sarah.”

"It's a great idea!" the girl beamed, "Dad will send you our address, right?"

"I don't have her phone number." Joel replied.

"How is this possible?"

Without hesitation, the girl took her father's phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and handed it to you to enter your number. You did it even though you weren't sure if it was a good idea. Sarah, however, thought completely differently.

"Cool!" she was happy when you gave her the phone back. "I'm very glad that you'll spend the evening with us. Dad, I still need to grab something. Will we meet at the fridge in a moment?"

"Yeah, kid."

Sarah left, clearly happy, and you wondered what had just happened. Was there any way to stop all this?

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you I had a daughter." Joel's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't have the chance, but that's no problem." you replied, "She's beautiful."

He smiled.

"Joel, listen... I don't know if this is a good idea, I mean this dinner. I don't want to bother you two."

"It's no problem, really. We would have spent the evening alone anyway, and now it will be more fun."

"You think so?" you laughed.

"You don't want to break this beautiful girl's heart, do you?"

"Do you have any more surprises for me?"

"Naah. Maybe it's just that we're boring as hell. You'll probably fall asleep over your plate."

You laughed and he noticed how much he liked your laugh. You finally agreed to show up at their place that evening and said your goodbyes. As soon as you turned into the next alley, you heard the phone ringing.

"It's me." Joel's voice came on the phone. "I had to check if you didn't give me the number of some perverted mechanic or something."

"Do you think I could do that?" you couldn't hide your amusement.

"Who knows! I'm glad you're coming over. You can bring ice cream if you want."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm glad to see you. Bye."

After some time, you received a message from Joel with his address, but you suspected that he did it on Sarah's orders. However, a moment later another message arrived.

"I want to taste you."

And you already knew it would cause problems.

It was a warm and pleasant evening. When you stood in front of the door of the Millers' house, your heart was in your throat, but when you straightened your dress, knocked and saw Sarah's smiling face, you felt a little lighter. The girl quickly led you to the kitchen with a cheerful voice informing her father that it was you and quickly took the ice cream from you to put it in the freezer.

The kitchen was cozy and filled with a very appetizing smell.

"Can I help you with something?" you suggested.

"We're almost done." Joel replied as he opened the oven, "Do you like casserole?"

"Sounds nice."

"Dad makes the best one." Sarah set out the plates and glasses. “I wonder, Y/N, how did you meet? You and dad. He hasn't said anything about you before.”

"Oh!" you glanced quickly at Joel, but he wasn't paying attention to you at all, busy with something in the kitchen, he was obviously having a good time. "At the bar. We met at the bar. Your dad spilled a drink on me."

"Dad! Really?" the girl laughed. "I'm surprised you even wanted to talk to him afterward."

"Me too."

You saw Joel smirk to himself.

Dinner was truly delicious, and the conversation and laughter shared made all your tension before coming to this house seem like a long time ago. When you went to dessert, Sarah said that her neighbor had asked her for help with something very important and she had to leave.

"You haven't told me anything." Joel was surprised, watching his daughter take her ice cream bowl to the sink.

“It literally popped out.” she replied, "But you have company, right? Y/N will definitely stay for a while."

She looked at you expectantly.

"I..."

"Great! I'll be back late."

You only heard the door slam and silence fell in the house. Joel shook his head in disbelief and laughed softly.

"It's not funny." you said, but you started giggling "Did she just leave us here on purpose?"

"I think so." Joel scratched his chin, his eyes looked wonderful as he smiled, "Listen, I wanted to... Shit."

"It's okay, Joel." he looked at you with relief "Really, it's okay. It was a really nice evening, I had fun and ate something really good. And you have a wonderful daughter."

"Yeah, I don't know who she got it from."

"I can guess."

Why did he have to be so cute? Back in the bar, you saw that he was a handsome and nice guy, but this home setting was even more captivating. You talked completely freely, laughed and joked, it was good.

"I'll help with the dishes." you said when the silence was getting a little long.

"You don't have to."

"No, it's fine." you started collecting the plates. “At least this is how I can repay you for dinner.”

You took the dishes to the sink and turned on the tap, but you only had time to wet your hands when you felt him right behind you. Like a warm wave that stopped on your body.

"Leave it." he muttered, turning off the tap.

His lips brushed against your neck and his hands rested on your hips, stroking them gently.

“Joel…” you whispered, but his voice silenced you again.

"Did you receive my message?" He asked.

"Yes."

He deftly turned you around so you were now standing in front of him. He was so close that his body almost radiated heat towards you. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine.

"You wore this dress on purpose, right?" his fingers began to slowly pull up the edge of it, "I think it's time for my dessert."

His lips barely grazed your chin before he crouched down in front of you and quickly pulled down your panties.

"Joel!" you whispered, leaning on the counter behind you and trying to grab onto the edge, "Sarah could come back at any moment! I don't think she will..."

"Shhh..." he silenced you by kissing your thigh gently, "She won't be back soon. We have time."

Something twisted in your lower abdomen as you felt his warm breath on your clit and then you felt his lips. You were already in a losing position. 

Joel caressed your folds, teasing them with his tongue, and your knees slowly gave out. You didn't protest when his strong hand lifted your leg slightly and he put it over his shoulder. You were completely open to him now, and he had power over you.

He sucked your clit slowly as if he wanted to spend as much time between your thighs as possible. His free hand caressed your buttock as Joel's tongue began to tease your button.

“Jesus…” you sighed, trying to catch your breath.

Unconsciously, your hand went to his hair, slipping between it. His lips were driving you crazy, caressing and sucking, but when you felt him slide his tongue inside you...

"Baby, if you don't calm down, I'll have to find another way for you to be a little quieter." he purred and you started to hate him.

"Fuck you." you almost stammered as he slid two fingers inside you.

"I know you want this, but you have to wait."

He moved them back and forth slowly and methodically, his mouth was on your clit again and you knew you wouldn't last long. His fingers easily found your sweet spot, teasing it and driving you crazy. In an instant, his thumb began to make small circles on your button, and meanwhile his lips moved to the inner part of your thighs, kissing and biting them gently.

This was too much for you. In an instant, a wave of pleasure hit you and your legs trembled, and if it weren't for Joel, you were sure you would have collapsed to the floor. You tilted your head back.

“Fuuck…” you moaned, “Oh my…”

You couldn't say anything else because your heart was pounding like crazy in your chest. Joel slowly put your leg down and stood up, rubbing his hand over his mouth as if he had just eaten a really delicious meal. A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"You’re horrible." you said.

"But you like it." he replied, taking your face in his hands and kissing you tenderly.

You could taste yourself on your tongue, but there was something arousing about it. He stood so close you could feel his bulge in his jeans. Your hands found the belt on his pants and began to undo it.

"More?" he asked and you just nodded quickly.

His strong hands tightened on your buttocks as Joel lifted you up with ease. You wrapped your legs around his waist, but he only took a few steps, sitting you on the small dresser. He did it too fast and too hard, and in an instant a box with keys and several books fell to the floor.

"Joel!" you squealed, hitting your back against the wall.

"Later."

Your lips are crushed again. He acted like he was hungry for you, and that turned you on even more. Joel unzipped his pants and you saw his cock fully ready.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" you muttered as he pulled a condom from his pocket and smoothly put it on.

"What if?" your legs landed on his forearms and the head of his cock at the entrance to your pussy. “I don't regret anything.”

"Me too."

Taking advantage of how wet you were, Joel slid into you in one quick movement. You wrapped your fingers tightly around his shoulders, feeling yourself stretch to take something so big inside you.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned, closing his eyes. "So fucking good. You're so fucking good, baby."

He leaned in to kiss you and his hips began to move. This time it wasn't slow and sweet. The thrusts were strong, you felt the dresser beneath you move rhythmically and your back rubbed against the wall. His cock was so deep inside you and Joel made sure you couldn't move.

"When I saw you today, in that store..." he panted between thrusts, "I already got hard then. Fuck, I was thinking about you all this time."

"About me or my pussy?" you asked cheekily and Joel smiled slyly.

"About both." he replied.

He did it on purpose. One hard push and you felt your head bounce slightly against the wall as he pinned you against it. Whatever was still on the dresser was already on the floor at that point. The vein in his neck was prominent, his breathing was quick and shallow, you knew he was close, just like you.

His thumb landed on your clit and he started rubbing it quickly.

"Come on, baby. I want to feel you." he panted, "I want to feel you squeeze me."

And you did it. You came, gripping his arms so tightly that he must have bruised that spot later. Joel was right behind you. A few quick strokes and he came with a loud moan, his head falling onto your shoulder as he breathed deeply.

"God..." he moaned, "You're amazing."

"Just like you."

You stroked the back of his neck as he slowly lowered your legs to the floor. He was so sweetly out of breath that you smiled as you looked at him. Messy hair, shiny eyes. Too perfect.

“I'm thinking…” he started as he zipped up his pants and helped you get off the dresser safely, “Maybe you'd like to go on a date with me?”

"Are you dating, Joel?" you laughed, straightening your dress.

"With you I could."

"I don't know. Will there be kissing?"

He laughed and pulled you closer to him.

"I can offer you even more than just kissing."

"I don't know who taught you manners, Joel, but I'm a decent girl. Hey!" you jumped when he pinched your buttock.

"Yeah, I just saw it."

This time it was you who took his face in your hands and kissed him hard. This date was really promising.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[thepaperpanda]

A Morbid Jealousy || Low-honor Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

Summary: A successful robbery has led to the gang celebrating at the camp, but Arthur gets very nasty when he sees you dancing with John

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v, low-honor Arthur)

Word count: 1442

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Everyone in the gang just sat together and had fun like one big family during this rare moment. A small bank was robbed successfully. Except for Arthur, everyone returned intact with bags full of money.

You were told by Charles that he had decided to return to camp alone. Arthur probably wandered around the town and got into trouble; that's what he does.

As you listened to Javier's guitar and the gang's happy voices singing a song, you had a still full bottle in your hand.

Your look of unhappiness caught John's attention. He patted your shoulder and said, "Hey." You were offered a hand by him. "Wanna dance? I can't dance, but seeing you sad like that is annoying."

Getting up and drinking your beer, you were glad someone was trying to cheer you up. Your arm wrapped around his neck as you rocked along with the rhythm of the music. You chuckled, "Abigail would be jealous."

John wrapped his arm around your waist. "Don't worry about her. I'll deal with her on my own," he spun you around.  Even though John didn't know how to dance, watching Dutch many times helped. "The only thing I want to do is cheer my friend up." he offered you a bright grin.

Taking a moment to let the rhythm control you, you whispered, "You're sweet." and kissed his cheek briefly. While nuzzling his neck, you giggled, saying, "You're a good dancer."

John shrugged and held you tightly as he laughed, "Me? No, I just watch old Dutch dancing all the time."

It was the worst time you could have chosen to dance with John - Arthur returned to camp just now; he hitched his horse and went to the campfire. The moment he saw you and John so close, he stopped in shock. A loud roar from Arthur brought everyone's attention to the direction he was pointing. "What the fuck?"

As you pushed away from John, you whispered, "Arthur..." Your face flushed with confusion as you noticed your boyfriend's consternation; you knew how jealous he could be.

Both of you were approached by him. 

Arture growled at you loudly and grabbed your arm tightly as he turned to John. "I know you are so desperate for every little touch, rabbit, but you could make some fucking standards." Arthur turned to Johna and added briefly, "Martson, you should be fucking happy you have a child, or I would kill you right here and now for even talking to her,"  Arthur said and dragged you away from everyone.

While Morgan dragged you away from the crew, you whispered, "John," as you wanted to apologize to him for Arthur's behavior. Your arm soon slipped from Arthur's strong grasp. "Arthur, you didn't have to be that mean to John. He did nothing wrong."

"He touched you," Morgan growled. "Undress," Arthur ordered as he closed your tent's flaps.

"Yes, because we were dancing!" You reminded him and cocked your brow at his order. "Why?"

Arthur yelled, "Undress, or I'll rip your clothes off myself! I don't care what you two were doing. You are mine!"

Unbuttoning your dress, you shook your head. You said firmly, "You overreacted, Morgan," as you let the dress fall to the floor. "Happy?"

As he put away the gun belt, he said, "On your knees."

Slowly getting down on your knees, your eyes on his face, you shivered but obeyed. He was clearly pissed off, so you decided not to argue with him anymore.

I'm so surprised you're so quiet. Suddenly, you are not defending John," he smiled. "You are in the right place now, rabbit," Arthur purred and ran his hand down your hand before grabbing it tightly. "You are mine and only mine. Do you understand?"

Liking your lips, you nodded eagerly. "I belong only to you, Mr Morgan," you agreed, closing your eyes for a while.

He quickly opened his pants and purred, "Now this is a good answer. You've got to show me how sorry you are."

As you looked at his face, you reached into his slightly worn jeans and pulled his half-erected cock out; you spat on its tip and pumped your hand over its shaft.

In his low grunt of approval, Arthur watched you like a hawk; he let go of your hair for now and placed his hand on your nape.

Trying to suck his dick at the same time, you bobbed your head back and forth and used your palm to pump over his cock. Your hand squeezed his shaft as you sucked on his balls.

Arthur purred, "That's right, girl. For once, you behave like you should."

You were suddenly picked up by him; he flipped you over to your stomach and put you on the cot. 

"Was touching that bag of bones even worth it, rabbit?" Arthur growled at you.

Apparently he was hot for you; you blinked and blushed as he pushed you onto the bed. Your butt was raised a bit and you shook it for him. "Fuck me," you begged.

He roared, "I asked you something!" You felt Arthur squeeze your throat.

"It wasn't," you whispered.

"Louder! I can't hear you!"

You growled loudly, slipping your hand beneath you so you could slip your finger into your aching pussy. "It wasn't!"

He sighed, getting up from his cot to search for his bag. "You really love to annoy me, woman. How can I even put up with you."

Arthur pulled out his rope and returned to you; he took both of your hands and tied them behind your back. "It might teach you how to behave," Arthur said proudly as he moved his hand along your spine as his free hand tugged his jeans fully off.

When he was doing things like this, you always shivered, but eventually, it turned you on even more; you simply loved to be mercilessly manhandled.

While his tip moved through your pussy lips, Arthur teased, "You got a problem with moving, darlin'?" He hummed and slammed into you, pushing as hard as he could. "Ain't so brave anymore, huh? You are always so smart until I get you into my hands.

You screamed, "Oh, God!" When pleasure hit you hard, you rolled your eyes and begged, "Untie me, Arthur! I need to touch you!" 

His member was immediately squeezed by your walls.

"Nah, I don't think so," he smiled and thrust deep into you.

His thrusts became deep and hard. "You won't play around with fucking Marston," Arthur growled the last part lowly.

Let out a long moan as you stick your bun up to him. You cried out through parted lips, "I love it when you fuck me well."

"Moan, I want everyone to know who you belong to, and I want that bag of bones to know how well I fucked you," Morgan whispered into your ear after leaning forward to you.

"I'll scream your name if you untie me!" You begged. His thrusts made you feel slick and wet, along with your juice pouring down your thighs.

Grabbing your hair, Arthur lifted your head. "Now, you ain't the one to make the conditions, so you better scream without any stupid ideas or I will fill you up with my cum and leave you here, all tied up for everyone to see."

You screamed, "Arthur! Oh, just fuck me, honey! Just like that!" You rolled your hips for him to meet his thrusts. "I belong to Arthur Morgan!"

After those words, he started moving fast and hard, trying to make you cum hard around his thick cock. "Now you're a good girl," Arthur purred, biting your neck. Choosing such a place, he knew you would have difficulty hiding it.

As soon as he bit into your neck, your walls tightened around his member so strongly that he was unable to back away. You dripped juices down your legs when you cum hard around him. "Fuck," you trembled.

"Such a good girl, I'm gonna enjoy watching you walk funny tomorrow, darlin'," Arthur whispered into your ear and filled you with his cum.

As your vision blurred, you moaned and waited for him to untie you.

Arthur let out a happy sigh and got up. Putting on his clothes, he said, "That was fun. What do ya think, darling?"

You smirked at him and asked, "Untie me. And it was fucking brilliant. You were amazing."

"I know I was," he giggled and tucked his gun belt into his waistband. The tent flaps were raised by Artur without a word, and he left to join the still-going party, leaving you tied up on his cot.

[mxdimitrescu]

Her Lion

Synopsis: Tzuyu was being sexualized when her Lion defends her. In return, Tzuyu treats her for protecting her.

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Pairing: Choi Tyuzu x GP!Kang Saja

(Masterlist)

Twice's Tzuyu had been sitting in her seat when they were given their award for Best Female Group. Her eyes were fixated on the camera as she was asked how she felt about winning this award. The cameras were focused on her face, her smile was bright and happy but there was something else that caught the attention of the hosts.

The camera zoomed down from Tzuyu's face to her chest which was covered by a low cut black dress. It showed off her cleavage, making it hard not to look away.

As soon as the camera zoomed back up to her face, Tzuyu noticed what just happened. She didn't say anything, she kept smiling and answered the question as if nothing happened.

Tzuyu sat down next to her unnie, Jihyo who whispered into her ear, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" Tzuyu smiled, "Just a little uncomfortable" she added.

Jihyo nodded before looking over to the host.The hosts were discussing something amongst themselves until one of them spoke out loud, "Wow, I can't believe we got to see her boobs!" he laughed.

His co-host joined him in laughing. "I mean, they looked really good too!" he added.

The other cohosts all chuckled along with him. One of the other cohosts added, "We should have let our cameraman zoom in more!"

The Twice members overheard them and were angered that their manake was exploited for their benefit.

Tzuyu could feel her blood boiling, she couldn't believe that these people were talking about her like this. As soon as she heard them talk, she immediately turned around to glare at the hosts. She saw that her unnie, Saja was already glaring at them. She saw her unnie stand up and walk toward the stage.

"Unnie, no! Don't do anything stupid!" Tzuyu shouted as she ran after her unnie.

When Tzuyu reached the stage, she saw that Saja was already yelling at the hosts.

"What did you just say?" Saja asked the hosts.

They all looked at her with confused faces. They didn't expect her to be angry.

"Did you just say that about Tzuyu?" she asked again, louder than before.

They all stared at her in shock."I don't think you heard me right," one of the hosts said.

"We were just complimenting her cleavage."

"And you think that's okay?" Saja yelled at him.

The hosts looked at each other nervously.

"No, no," the first host said quickly.

"We meant no disrespect. We were just admiring Tzuyu's beauty."

Saja glared at him and pointed to herself.

"I am her Unnie. And I find that very disrespectful. You shouldn't be talking about someone's body parts without their permission."

The hosts all flinched and looked away. They knew they were in trouble now.

"We're sorry," the second host said weakly.

"We didn't mean any harm."

"I hope not," Saja growled, "Because if you do, I will make sure you regret it."

The hosts nodded nervously and slinked away. They didn't want to get into any trouble with her. Tzuyu walked over to her unnie and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you for standing up for me, Unnie," she whispered into her ear.

"Now let's go backstage and celebrate our win."

Tzuyu nodded and followed her unnie backstage. She was still shaking from anger but she was glad that her unnie was there to protect her. She loved her unnie even more now.

As soon as they reached the backstage area, Tzuyu pulled Saja into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately.

"I love you," she said fiercely.

Saja returned the kiss and held her close.

"I love you too, baby girl," she said softly, "And I'll always protect you."

Tzuyu melted against her unnie and closed her eyes. She was safe in her arms. She would never let anyone hurt her again.

As the rest of the members approached, concern etched on their faces, they enveloped Tzuyu in a flurry of hugs and words of comfort. Jihyo, standing beside Saja, observed the scene with a furrowed brow, her gaze flickering between Tzuyu and the group.

"You handled it?" Jihyo's voice held a note of assurance as she turned to Saja.

Saja nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I made sure they understood the impact of their actions. And I'll be having a word with JYP about this."

Jihyo's expression softened with approval, a silent acknowledgment passing between them as they joined the rest of the group. Amidst the chatter and laughter, Saja remained vigilant, her watchful gaze fixed on Tzuyu, who had begun to visibly relax in the presence of her unnies.

After the ceremony ended, the girls went back to their hotel room to relax and unwind. Tzuyu was laying on top of her unnie, enjoying the warmth of her body.

"Hey, Tzu," Saja said suddenly.

"I have something for you."

Tzuyu lifted her head and looked at her unnie curiously.

"What is it?" she asked.

Saja grinned mischievously and pulled out a box from under her bed.

"Open it and see," she said teasingly.

Tzuyu took the box and opened it slowly. Inside was a beautiful necklace with a heart pendant.

"It's beautiful," Tzuyu said breathlessly.

"How did you know?"Saja shrugged nonchalantly.

"I just thought you might like it."

Tzuyu gave her unnie a playful glare, "You know, you could have told me sooner."

Saja raised an eyebrow, "And ruin the surprise? No way. Besides, you seem pretty happy with it now, don't you?"

Tzuyu blushed and nodded, "I am, thank you so much!" she said sincerely.

"This means a lot to me."

Saja leaned down and kissed her softly.

"I'm glad you like it," she murmured against her lips.

"Wear it every day, okay?"

Tzuyu nodded eagerly.

"Of course!" she said excitedly.

"I promise I will wear it every single day!"

Saja smiled and pulled her closer.

"Good," she said firmly.

"Because I want everyone to know that you belong to me."

Tzuyu shivered and bit her lip.

"I belong to you," she echoed softly.

"Forever and always."

Saja smiled and kissed her again, more deeply this time. Tzuyu moaned into her mouth and wrapped her arms around her neck. Their tongues danced together in a sensual rhythm, exploring each other's mouths. Tzuyu felt her unnie's hands slide down to her hips and squeeze them gently. She gasped and arched her back, giving her unnie better access to her breasts.

Saja broke the kiss and moved down to suckle at Tzuyu's nipples through her shirt. Tzuyu squirmed underneath her unnie, feeling her nipples harden under the fabric. Saja continued to suck and nibble on them, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Tzuyu moaned loudly, unable to contain herself anymore. She reached down to grab onto her unnie's hair and pull her closer. Saja stopped sucking on her nipples and looked up at Tzuyu hungrily.

"Are you ready?" she asked huskily.

Tzuyu nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed red, "Yes, please."

Saja grinned wickedly and stood up, pulling Tzuyu with her. She helped Tzuyu out of her clothes until she was completely naked. Tzuyu shivered slightly from the cool air but she didn't care; she was too excited for what was coming next.

Saja knelt down in front of Tzuyu and spread her legs apart. She ran her hands up and down Tzuyu's inner thighs, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Tzuyu whimpered softly and pressed her hips forward, seeking more contact. Saja chuckled darkly and leaned forward to lick up and down the length of her slit. Tzuyu gasped and arched her back, grinding against Saja's tongue. Saja licked faster and harder, making Tzuyu moan louder.

Tzuyu grabbed onto Saja's hair and tugged on it roughly, urging her on. Saja growled low in her throat and increased the pressure of her tongue. She pushed two fingers inside of Tzuyu's pussy while continuing to lick her clit. Tzuyu screamed in ecstasy and came hard around Saja's fingers. Saja withdrew her fingers and licked them clean, smirking at Tzuyu's dazed expression.

Tzuyu blinked several times before focusing on Saja again.

"That was amazing," she said breathlessly.

"But I'm not done yet."

Saja raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? And why is that?" she asked slyly.

Tzuyu smirked and pushed Saja onto her back, straddling her hips.

"Because I want to return the favor," she said confidently.

Saja raised both eyebrows this time.

"Really now? Well, go ahead then," she said challengingly.

Tzuyu took this chance to move her hips on top of the growing bulge in Saja's pants.

"Mmmhmm," she hummed, rubbing her bare ass on it.

"You wanna taste my cum?"

Saja smirked at her and pulled Tzuyu's hips closer.

"Maybe. But first, let me taste yours."

Tzuyu giggled and leaned down to kiss Saja again, tasting herself on her unnie's tongue. She moaned into the kiss and grinded her hips against Saja's cock, making her groan in response. Tzuyu broke the kiss and moved lower to take Saja's nipple in her mouth. She sucked and nibbled on it, eliciting a deep moan from Saja.

Saja grabbed onto Tzuyu's waist and thrust her hips upward, pushing her cock deeper into Tzuyu's mouth. Tzuyu gagged slightly but managed to swallow most of it. Saja released her grip on Tzuyu's waist and slid her hand down to cup her ass cheek. She squeezed it firmly before sliding her finger between Tzuyu's butt cheeks, probing at her entrance. Tzuyu moaned and rocked her hips back, encouraging Saja to continue.

Saja chuckled darkly and leaned forward to nip at Tzuyu's shoulder blades.

"Are you ready for me?" she whispered in her ear.

Tzuyu nodded frantically, her breathing quickening.

"Please," she begged softly.

Saja smirked and stood up, lifting Tzuyu up with her. She carried Tzuyu over to the bed and laid her down gently. Saja crawled up beside Tzuyu and leaned down to kiss her again. Their tongues tangled together in a heated dance, sharing saliva and desire.

Tzuyu moaned into the kiss and arched her back, pressing her hips into Saja's lap. Saja growled low in her throat and thrust her hips forward, driving her cock deep into Tzuyu's wet pussy. Tzuyu screamed in pleasure and wrapped her legs around Saja's waist, locking them together.

Saja began to thrust slowly at first, building up speed gradually. Tzuyu matched her pace perfectly, matching every thrust with a cry of pleasure. Saja leaned down to kiss Tzuyu again, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Tzuyu moaned into the kiss and arched her back further, giving Saja better access to her sensitive spot.

Saja took advantage of this opportunity and thrust harder and faster, hitting Tzuyu's g-spot repeatedly. Tzuyu screamed and thrashed beneath her unnie, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Saja continued to pound into her relentlessly, not stopping until Tzuyu finally cried out in ecstasy.

Saja slowed her thrusts as Tzuyu's orgasm subsided, letting her ride out the last few waves of pleasure. When Tzuyu finally collapsed bonelessly onto the bed, Saja withdrew her cock from her pussy and lay down beside her. They cuddled together for a few minutes before Saja spoke up again.

"So," she said casually.

"Are you ready for round two?"

Tzuyu blinked sleepily at her unnie and yawned.

"I'm tired," she whined.

Saja smirked and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Go to sleep then, baby girl," she said tenderly.

"I'll take care of everything."

Tzuyu smiled and snuggled closer to her unnie, drifting off to sleep in her arms. Saja watched over her protectively, content to stay here forever with her precious girlfriend.

After some time, Tzuyu woke up feeling sore and hungry. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, yawning widely.

"Evening, sunshine," Saja greeted her warmly.

"How are you feeling?"

Tzuyu rolled her eyes at her unnie's cheesy pick-up line but smiled anyway.

"I'm starving," she admitted sheepishly.

"Do we have anything to eat?"

Saja chuckled and shook her head.

"Sorry, babe. All we have is snacks from the mini-bar."

Tzuyu pouted and crossed her arms.

"Fine, whatever. I guess I'll just starve then."

Saja smirked and leaned down to kiss her forehead again.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Tzuyu smiled and leaned into the kiss, closing her eyes.

"Thanks, Unnie," she whispered softly.

Saja chuckled and kissed her again.

"Anything for you, baby girl," she murmured against her lips.

"Anything at all."

Tzuyu shivered and melted against her unnie, closing her eyes once again. She was safe in her arms. She would never let anyone hurt her again.

[bloodlustngore]

Morning Angel - Emily Prentiss

As promised and voted for the most here is the Emily Prentiss smut, listen I haven't written smut in a while so its only short and probably really crap, but you guys wanted it so here it is!

This will also be uploaded on my wattpad & Ao3 (Watppad is KissingPrentiss & Ao3 is Jemilysgirl)

Cw: cnc (ish)

The light of the sun crept through the small gap in the curtains. You stirred awake to find your girlfriend still sleeping peacefully, an arm wrapped around your waist. Smiling at her, the older brunette looked so cute when she was asleep. It was rare that you woke up before Emily.

Then you recalled last nights events, realising you were both very naked. Smirking to yourself, you had an idea that you've always wanted to try but never got the opportunity to do, because Emily was usually awake before you. Biting your lip at the idea, you carefully removed her arm from around your waist, hoping that she doesn't wake up from the slight movement.

All your girlfriend did was stir slightly in her sleep. You wasted no time in going under the duvet, your face between her thighs, hands gently wrapped around her thighs to keep her in place as you kissed along her thighs lightly, teasing her. You chuckled quietly at the fact she was already wet just from that.

You felt Emily stir again, somewhere between breathes she let out a whimper, as you licked up her slit teasing her, collecting her juices that already started drippling from her pussy.

Your girlfriend let out another whimper, along with a low moan. You removed the duvet slightly from hers and your body just enough to look up with your eyes, Emily's eyes still closed, but one of her hands started gripping the bedsheets.

Flattening your tongue against her clit then alternating between sucking and licking. You devoured her. And that's when Emily let out the loudest moan. Stirring awake even more.

"Fuck!" She moaned, your eyes met her brown eyes when she finally woke up. You felt more wetness come from Emily's pussy on your tongue, gushing into your mouth or onto your chin. Her hand fell into your h/c gripping it, holding you in place as you continued to devour her cunt.

"Oh!" She yelled out, in absolute pleasure, her head falling back into the pillows as she tried to slightly sit up, which failed.

You knew your girlfriend was close, the way her chest rises, heavy breathes. You sucked on her clit a few more times.

"Y/n!" Emily moans.

You continued, as you hear Emily's pretty sounds that she makes. God, she was so hot.

Emily practically yells between moans. As she came in your mouth, you gently licked her clit through her orgasm to make it last a bit longer, cleaning the mess you made up. The moment she pulled your head away and let out a small whimper, she was telling you she's too sensitive. You chuckled, wiping your chin that glistened with Emily's cum, with your arm. As you sat back up, Emily pulled you down, on top of her.

"Morning to you too, angel. That was by far my favourite way to wake up" Emily breathed out, still recovering from the previous orgasm. You smirked at her.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, I did too" you added. Emily smirks at you then pulls you down for a kiss, tasting herself on your lips and tongue. You moaned into the kiss when she bit your bottom lip slightly. Her tongue against yours.

"I think someone deserves a reward" Emily says as she pulls away, falling into the usual roles of her being the dominant one. She was usually the top but because you're both she liked giving you control sometimes.

"We have plenty of time for that Em, I just wanted to make you feel good. We haven't been called into work. There's a shower and breakfast calling our names. Although I quite like the breakfast I've just had" you smirked.

Emily chuckled "next time I'm waking you up like that. And who says I'll be keeping my hands off you in the shower?" She adds.

"Then by all means, let's go" you added, getting off of your girlfriend and going into the bathroom, Emily shortly following behind. As the shower run and the two of you got into it. Emily's lips were already on your neck.

[quartermera]

"Need A Hand ?"

A/N: Time to get freaky with Cora

Ship: Rosinante x afab!Reader (Rosinante and reader are similar heights) Genre: smut Word count: 1.6k words Warnings: PWP, mutual masturbation, fingering

The sun shining on your face stirred you awake. Yawning, you turned around, keeping your eyes close. You reflexively moved back in bed, searching the comforting body heat of your boyfriend. When your back hit his chest, he quietly wrapped an arm around you, holding onto one of your breasts.

It took you a few minutes before noticing that something was poking your butt. With a chuckle, you woke up further. Spinning your head, you looked over your shoulder.

"Morning," you mumbled.

Rosinante only groaned in response.

"Do you need to take care of something?" you asked in a chuckle.

Half-opening an eye, he remained still. You could see the cogs in his brain slowly turn as he wondered what you were talking about. A few seconds went by. Finally, his eyebrows raised as the realization hit him.

Groaning, Rosinante turned onto his back.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he mumbled, hiding his eyes with a hand.

You did not have the time to tell him that it was okay, that he was already sitting up, ready to walk to the bathroom.

"You could stay," you suggested in a moment of boldness.

Looking over his shoulder, Rosinante asked back: "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," you hesitated. "I could maybe join you?"

Rosinante's ears turned red at the suggestion, but he did not argue. Instead he lied back down next to you. You now had a chance to shamelessly check him out: chest bare, pajama pants hanging low on his hips, happy trail disappearing behind the waistband, and a fabric so thin and loose that it left little to imagination.

"Like what you see?" he teased.

"Very much."

With a smile, he wondered: "What did you have in mind when you said you could join?"

You gulped.

"Maybe I could give you a hand?" You marked a pause. "And maybe that you could give me one too?"

Your heart was ready to explode. The most you and Rosinante had done so far was making out. This felt like quite the step, but you would be lying if you said you had not thought about it before. You obviously could not risk it while around the Donquixotte Family, but now that you were on the run, what could stop you?

"If that's okay with you, of course!" you added in a rush, seeing how quiet Rosinante was remaining.

He only smiled in return.

Leaning over, he calmed all your worries by gently kissing you. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you closer.

Never stopping kissing you, Rosinante started by slipping his fingers under your pajama shirt. He rested his hand against your sides.

Tangling your legs together, you moved closer. Rosinante's bulge was poking you again. Readjusting, you pushed yourself against his strong thigh, seeking pressure through your pajamas.

Rosinante did not miss your movements. In an effort to help, he slid his hand from your side, to your back, to your ass, and pulled you closer. You hesitantly grinded against his thigh, but his reassuring hand was there once more, encouraging you to go harder.

You pressed your own leg against his boner, not wanting to be the only one enjoying yourself. A low groan escaped him. You could not help but smile in the kiss, glad you had such an effect on him.

Seeing that you were more comfortable, Rosinante slowly slid his hand up you body again, while the other kept firmly holding you. His thumb slipped under your pajamas' waistband and waited there. You realized he was giving you enough time to opt out, but you only grinded against his thigh instead.

Satisfied with that response, Rosinante let his other fingers slide into your pants to rest on your bare ass. As you kept rubbing against him and teasing him, his nails dug into your soft flesh.

You moved your own hand from his chest to his hips. Just as he had, you allowed him a few seconds to move away, but soon enough, your palm pressed against his bare hipbone.

Rosinante's patience with you was comforting, and as a consequence thereof only left you craving more.

You moved away from his lips, but only so you could tend to his neck. You sprinkled the soft skin with kisses, going up and down his artery, and pausing by his ear to gently suck onto his earlobe.

Rosinante sighed loudly in pleasure.

The nails on both his hands dug into your skin, causing a chill to run down your spine.

It was his turn to make you feel good.

Pulling away ever so slightly, he pulled up your shirt to expose your chest. As he started massaging one of your breasts and playing with the nipple, his lips traced a path to the other. Hungrily, he licked and sucked onto your nipple and the skin around it. The open-mouthed kisses were accompanied by playful bites and hickeys.

Rosinante had imagined many times before what your skin would look like covered in marks. Now, he had a chance to see for himself.

As his mouth moved over your sternum to your other breast, his hand slipped back down your body, caressing your side and belly. This time, however, his fingers slipped under the front of your pants. Slowly, still allowing you to back out of this, he moved between your legs. You stopped grinding, awaiting his next move in anticipation.

Rosinante's slender fingers slid between your lips.

He brushed over your clit a few times. Then, he applied more pressure as he studied your reaction. Feeling a wave of pleasure traverse your body, you reflexively closed your eyes and quietly moaned.

Satisfied, Rosinante repeated his movements. Time became vague. You wouldn't be able to say how long you stayed in this position, Rosinante rubbing your clit to pull more moans out of your. You only remembered that you snapped out of it when one of his fingers slipped into you.

Quite frankly, you could have missed it, with how wet and relaxed you were by that point.

Rosinante loved that he was the cause of it too.

Suddenly you were impatient to touch him back. While he started pumping his fingers into you, curling to hit the right spot, you palmed him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. A wet spot of pre-cum had formed around the head. Despite how little was left to your imagination, you could not wait for more.

Clumsily, you pulled his pants down with a little help. You could not stop yourself from throwing a quick glance down. His dick was long, slender and veiny. For a brief second, you imagined what it would be like to get rammed into by Rosinante.

This only added to your arousal.

Pulling onto Rosinante's hair, you angled his face so you could smash your lips together as you grabbed his cock. Tentatively pumping, Rosinante immediately moaned into your mouth. Holding him more firmly, you moved your hand up and down, over and over. All while moaning and cursing, Rosinante pushed his fingers further into you.

It was now your turn to sigh and curse under your breath.

You were both determined to make a mess out of the other.

Rosinante was rock hard and could not keep quiet under your mistreatment. You alternated the pace, the pressure. Sometimes you focused on the tip, other times on his balls, massaging them.

He did his best to get you over the edge too. Rosinante was maybe incapable of shutting up, but that included praises for you. He could not stop telling you how hot you were, how good you were, how amazing you sounded moaning like that for him.

Using his thumb to rub your clit while his fingers slid in and out of you, Rosinante caused you to squirm under his touch. You were not sure how long you would still hold out, especially when his nails scratched your back out of the blue.

You wanted more. So much more. You already couldn't wait until the next time, until you would move to the next step.

Rosinante's fingers curled inside of you, over and over; hitting the right spot, over and over. Feeling you tense around him, Rosinante didn't miss a beat. He leaned over and sucked on your breast again. You pulled him closer, fingers tangled in his locks, other hand busy pumping his dick.

In between two open-mouthed kisses, he whispered:

"Cum for me, darling."

Not holding out anymore, you let a wave of pleasure run over you. Your entire body tensed up. You pressed your thighs together, clutching Rosinante's hand.

He loved the way you moaned out his name, the way you tightened around his fingers. Instead of your hand, he imagined your pretty lips or your tight pussy around his dick. Unable to help himself, he left one more hickey on your breasts, moaning as he came. His cum covered your belly.

As you both came down from your highs, you gently pulled back your hands.

"Fuck... sorry," Rosinante whispered once he realized the mess he had made.

"No worries," you replied.

Nevertheless, Rosinante sat up and reached for tissues. He helped you clean yourself. Once you were done, he took care of himself, still sitting next to you.

You observed him. Hair messy and pink cheeks. Soft smile and breaths calm.

The sun was shining on his beautiful features, reflecting off his locks.

"You're gorgeous," you whispered.

Smiling, Rosinante turned to you. Then, after a second, he responded:

"No, you are."

[midgardian-witch]

I am multi-faceted and can't decide between fluff and smut today. Lol. So, NSFW Snuggle and/or SFW Clothing for 🐺 (duh)? If you do the clothing one, maybe Jack wearing his girl's shirt? It's always the girl wearing the guy's stuff. Let's branch out. Lol. Jack is smol. It would work. Hah.

Sideways related, because wolf, but I'm enjoying the 10th Kingdom gifs you've been posting too. 👍

Glad you enjoy the 10th Kingdom content! I put that in my queue when I rewatched it some time ago so this is just perfect timing for more woof content 😂

I am going with the sfw prompt because it immediately gave me an idea (took a bit longer though because I saw your ask really late last night and was already half asleep by that point 😅). You did say girl's shirt (and I agree more boyfriends should wear their girlfriend's clothes) but it turned more gn!reader other than the mention of reader owning dresses (fashion has no gender but ya know).

Hope you like it 💙

Tangled Up

Send me a prompt and a character and I'll write a reader drabble

tags: fluff | Scent Kink (hinted) | established relationship | mentions of reader owning dresses | gn!reader

ships: Jack Russell/Reader

AO3

(edit: I just now realized I totally forgot to put the tags in. I am so sorry 😭)

(edit 2: added AO3 link)

[CLOTHING] Person A finds Person B wearing their clothing.

You were exhausted. If everything had worked out like you had planned you'd have been in bed cuddling with your boyfriend hours ago. But of course things didn't go like you wanted them to. 

The door falls closed behind you with a heavy thud. You throw your bag to the side carelessly and walk into your flat but there is no sign of Jack. You expected him to perk up at the first sign of your arrival but alas neither hide nor hair of your werewolf boyfriend in either the living room or kitchen. 

"Jack? I'm home, baby!" 

Your call is left unanswered. That's unusual. Your brows furrow as you wander your flat until you stand in front of your bedroom door. Inside you hear a soft whimper. Your heart sinks into your stomach, dread pulling it down heavily. 

Was Jack hurt? Is that why he didn't greet you as soon as you entered the flat? 

With panic rising in your throat you open the door. The sight that greets you takes your breath away. 

In what can only be described as a nest of clothing lies Jack, dressed in nothing but a very familiar looking hoodie. He's curled around your pillow, your pajamas squished between it and his face. Every inhale of air is followed by a soft little whine from Jack. 

He looks so cute that it hurts you physically. 

You clear your throat awkwardly and at the sound his face immediately pops up. As Jack sees you his eyes grow wide and with an excited yelp he tries to scramble off of his makeshift nest. In his haste he gets tangled in some of the laundry. It's an adorable sight, like a puppy stuck in a blanket. 

You try and fail to stifle your giggling as you watch Jack struggle to get out of his nest. You decide to have mercy on him and walk over to him. He looks up at you as you stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes sparkling with joy. Dear god, you were only gone for a while but you've missed him. And by the Look in his eyes know he missed you too. 

You lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. 

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, love" 

"You're here now. That's what matters, mi amor."

Your eyes wander his handsome face and travel downwards to the hoodie he had wrapped himself in. On closer inspection you realize why it looked so familiar. 

"That's mine, isn't it?" 

Jack tries to hide his embarrassment and his face inside the hoodie. His antics make you laugh again. He mumbles something into the soft fabric that you don't quite catch. 

Your hands cup his face and you tilt his head up tentatively, his eyes looking right into yours. No words leave your lips, you just raise your eyebrow, silently asking him to repeat himself.

"It's all yours,” he admits, gesturing towards the piles and piles of clothing. Shirts, pants, dresses, underwear, everything he could get his hands on, “I missed you, mi vida. So I-...well…"

You can feel the heat in his cheeks against your fingers. You're breathless for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. He had missed you so much that his first instinct was to surround himself with your things, your scent. 

The love you feel for him swallows you whole, like crashing waves pulling you down. It’s too much all at once, this ocean of emotion in which you'd gladly drown.

“I love you,” you choke out the words, tears of joy threatening to spill out at a moment's notice. His kind eyes watch you, his own breath caught in his throat as he recognizes the raw emotion on your face. His hands find yours against his cheek and he pulls them to his mouth, his lips peppering soft kisses to your palm and wrist.

“I love you too. More than words can describe.”

Jack pulls you towards him onto the bed. You follow his lead and join him on the pile of laundry that you’ll have to take care of at some point. But those thoughts were for later. Much later.

You lay together and bask in each other's presence. Jack curls around you like he had with your pillow before you found him and mirroring his movements you entangle your limbs with his until you don’t know where he begins and you end. You bury your face into his neck to breathe him in. You don’t need his enhanced sense of smell to notice how the scent of your favorite perfume that still clings to the fabric of your hoodie mingles with his own. You’re usually not the possessive kind and yet heat coils in your stomach.

You try to pull him even closer to you, only your clothes as a barrier between your two bodies. You want to feel his skin on yours but for now you are too comfortable just existing like this, with him curled around you and you curled around him in turn. A pleased sigh escapes Jack as you squeeze him tighter, his hands holding onto you like he never wants to let you go. And you return the sentiment. There is nothing that could come between you now, nothing that could make you let go of him. At least until you decide to strip Jack out of your favorite hoodie. 

[sanjoongie]

Topaz! Congrats on your 1-yer Tumblr anniversary! I was waiting for you to open a taglist because I wanted to be added SO badly. In any case, the prompt I'm giving you for this taglist opening is "You want me to shut up? Kiss me then." This could be any ateez member you think it fits best with !!

Congrats again!!

~Topaz: ooof well i'm glad i opened the taglist then! don't ask what this is, i just went with it lmao >&lt;

Boo!

✧Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) ✧Genre: smut, crack?, thriller ✧Au: ghost hunter ✧Word Count: 1,284 ✧Warnings: fingering (f receiving), breast play, public sex, penetrative sex with a barrier ✧Rated: 18+ MDNI

"You want me to shut up? Kiss me then."

Wooyoung really hates that that is what left his mouth when you told him to stop babbling behind you. You turned around with a face that said you were disappointed in him.

"Why did you ask me to do this with you if you were going to be this scared?" You demanded.

Yup, Wooyoung was going to die. Clearly you hated him now and he had lost all chances of ever having you fall madly in love with him.

Wooyoung laughed, scratched the back of his head and stared at the barren wall beside him. "What are you talking about? I'm having fun."

You rolled your eyes at him. The two of you were ghost hunting. Wooyoung had gotten sick and spent a week binge watching some ghost hunter series and now he was addicted. He begged you to come with him to an abandoned mall. Wooyoung showed you all of the accounts that proved it was haunted and you had mocked him.

"Then let's go and prove me wrong!" He challenged you.

And that's how you ended up where you were. Wooyoung clung to your side, cheek smooshed against your shoulder, cursing and yelling at every movement of a shadow. You kicked a random pebble and Wooyoung almost lifted you up and ran out of there. Well, he did in fact wrap himself more firmly around you, which involved palming your boob and making you moan.

The two of you froze. Wooyoung didn’t even let go of your boob, he was like a deer caught in the headlights. And you couldn't believe that you had made that noise. It just so happened that your breasts were sensitive today and you had not been expecting to get any action like that, so you had worn a very soft, very free bralette. And then Wooyoung experimentally squeezed again and you whimpered before snapping to it.

You slapped his hand and backed out of his grasp. “What. The. Fuck. Was. That. Jung. Woo. Young?!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Wooyoung began to yell in his shrill voice, clearly panicking. 

“The first time or the second time, sir?!” You sent him a look of pure disbelief.

“Okay, maybe the second time was to see if--”

You pushed Wooyoung, palm flat against his chest, cutting him off and making him ‘oof’ as his back hit the wall of a shoe store. “Why did I agree to this? Was this your plan all along? Get me scared in some spooky location so that I would be all over you?”

Wooyoung smiled painfully and you rolled your eyes. “Of course it was. I swear to God, our friendship is over as of now.” You turned on your heel and began to walk back the way you came.

“Wait!” Wooyoung wailed, following you closely.

“I knew I should have listened to Yeosang, but noooooo,” You berated yourself, “I have to be nice. I have to do a solid for Wooyoung.” You blew a raspberry at your own naivete. 

Then a random cardboard standee in front of a beauty store fell down and scared the shit out of the two of you. Wooyoung took the moment to dash to your side once again. “Please don’t leave me here alone” He begged.

“You probably have San in here making all the scary stuff happen!” You insisted, “Come out, Choi. I’ll beat your ass along with Wooyoung’s!”

You marched over to the standee, despite Wooyoung desperately pulling at your hand. “Please, don’t piss off the ghosts anymore, please--!” He cursed when a pane of glass fell from the second floor… right in front of the both of you. 

You were silent, unsure exactly what to do next. The instances of these circumstances were certainly suspicious but you didn’t believe in ghosts… right?

“Wooyoung,” You said, pulling Wooyoung closer to you with his hand still in yours.

“Mmm?” He said quietly, letting you tug him to your body.

“You and I are going to tone down our yelling,” You suggested, “And then we are going to leave. Peacefully.”

“I think that sounds about right,” Wooyoung agreed.

You took a few steps around the shattered glass, careful of the pieces, and turned around, eyes scanning everywhere for even a hint of someone--or something--about. Then some eerie music began to play and it sounded like it was coming from the speakers of the mall itself. That was the last straw on the camel's back. You and Wooyoung sprinted to the entrance of the mall, hightailing it out of there. 

The result of the run and the adrenaline had you two all over each other regardless of your original horror. In broad daylight, Wooyoung had your shirt and bralette pushed up over your chest so that he could suck and slobber all over your tits. You made all the pretty moans for him and Wooyoung felt like his corduroys were a torture that his dick would never escape. Once he spit on his fingers and started rubbing you under your leggings, he was a goner. Your fucked out expression while he pulled at your nipple with his teeth was exactly what he wanted.

Wooyoung promptly pulled his fingers from inside of you and took a step back. Your bewildered expression was certainly cute but he did his best to keep a smug expression off his face. You frowned at him and clearly he had failed in that regard. “What are you doing now?”

Wooyoung attempted to look contrite. “Can I fuck you?”

You’re about to make a mean comment like Wooyoung can suffer for all you care, but once careful look at his pelvis lets you know that Wooyoung is positively vibrating for the chance to fuck you. “I don’t suppose you have a condom?”

Wooyoung pulled a foil package from his pocket. “I don’t leave the house without one.”

“Did you think you were going to fuck a ghost and thought ‘I better not make the antichrist?’?” You demanded.

Wooyoung eagerly wiggled down his corduroys, ripped the package with his teeth and rolled the condom confidently down his length. “I watched that season of American Horror Story with you, remember?”

You rolled your eyes but let Wooyoung turn you around with hands on your hips. You braced yourself against the stucco wall of the mall. Wooyoung aids you in pulling one of your legs out of your leggings, so that he can push your underwear to the side. You cocked your free leg to give him access and then with a grunt, Wooyoung is inside of you. He helped you hold your leg aloft, fingers digging deep into the flesh of your thigh as he rolls his hips against your ass.

“Oh fuck, that’s exactly what I needed to take the edge off,” Wooyoung moaned.

You’d love to be able to back talk but are trying very hard to keep it in on how much Wooyoung’s dick is affecting you. You pressed your lips inward, squeezing your eyes shut, but you let out a tiny whimper. If Wooyoung had been any less pussy drunk, he might have teased you, but he was in a similar position. He almost wished he had told you he didn’t have a condom. If you felt this good around him now, imagine how good you’d be for him if he fucked you raw?

Wooyoung was going to have to thank San, Yeosang and Mingi later for helping him get here. But for now, he was going to enjoy fucking you to an orgasm and never letting you live it down that you fucked outside an abandoned mall in broad daylight after being scared by ‘ghosts’.

Taglist game is closed! Just clearing out all the ones that made it through the deadline~ enjoyyyyyy

[lees-chaotic-brain]

hooray!! congrats on the good news, i hope the streak continues!

okay i'm glad you won't be uncomfortable with the stuff i interact with. i didn't bother with any warnings on my blog bc i'm mostly here to consume things and don't expect too many people to wander by lol. but! since i have been coming out of my lil lurker basement lately i finally at least added a color scheme to it so i look less like a bot.

oh man oh man where to start on tea and jackets? what are your go-to's for either? i'm kind of a tea purist-i prefer tea the east asian (chinese/japanese/korean) way, just pure tea leaves and occasional aromatics with no additional sugar or cream unless i'm specifically making a milk tea. i don't really like herbal teas. i want that camellia sinensis in my shit. my default tea rn is probably hojicha. i made a sunrise burnt basque hojicha cheesecake and though the layers didn't come out as cleanly as i wanted it tasted lovely. a tumblr friend on here inspired me to try out the burnt basque with a FANTASTIC green thai tea i have next! (if you're in the market for the green thai tea and are usa-based i cannot recommend it enough. it's so unique bc green thai is uncommon in the states already, and most of it comes from the powder packets but the one i have is all whole ingredients, no extracts or dye or flavor enhancements and it is DIVINE. sooo fragrant with pandan and vanilla and mint. i will scarf down anything with pandan in it but this is especially lovely)

i basically only own leather jackets or blazers, i have an embarassing amount of both. i did just do a closet purge with a friend's help though and i am proud of say i got rid of like, 16 college-era (p)leather jackets and blazers that had seen better days/are no longer in style

ty for sticking around for my D1 yapping!

dw abt it LMAO. it's not super apparent, but if you look close enough you can see my inner hoe poking through in my tags, so yes. i definitely consume smut and dark content and am looking forward to seeing your stuff on my dash 🤭

omg and for tea? i literally drink any and all kinds of tea. so again, if you've been on my blog long enough/look closely i'm pretty sure i've mentioned it before but i'm half korean, and i while i love all kinds of tea, the tea my mom made for me are nostalgic and bring me comfort. i almost always drink my teas plain (chai being the only exception) or with a little bit of honey.

i LOVE herbal teas. i can't really drink a ton of caffeine with my adhd meds or i genuinely start tweaking. like twitching and all that shit, so i normally drink other teas even though i really enjoy green and black teas :')

THAT TEA AND CHEESECAKE BOTH SOUND SO GOOD OMG

i'm a sucker for jackets and boots, and while i don't have too many, i definitely own a few, but i'll probably reblog this post and rant about them later lmao

if you're interested, here is a comprehensive list of my top ten favorite teas (in no particular order), how i drink them, and why. thank you for attending my lecture.

1. you are so right about hojicha. i love green tea, but my absolute favorite variation of green tea is nokcha. i love the extra flavor the brown rice brings to it. i normally drink it plain, but if i'm feeling fancy i'll steam a little milk and add a drizzle of honey

2. this definitely isn't korean, but when i was little my mom would make me this tea and it was so, so, so, good. it's basically just a stick of cinnamon, some apples slices up, orange and lemon peel, and a little bit of honey boiled together for like an hour. it's literally my favorite thing to drink in the fall bc it just warms me up from the inside

3. oksusu-cha. it's basically a korean tea made from roasted corn kernels and i really, really, like it. it's different from a lot of teas in the sense that it's almost savory, but its taste is very unique and almost earthy? idk how to describe it but i highly recommend trying it. i always drink it plain, but pouring it over heukmi bap (korean purple rice) and eating is also amazing

4. earl gray. i know this one is very british and different from the rest of the teas i drink, but i love having a cup of it once in a while! i drink it black sometimes, but i'll also drink it with either lemon and honey, or a little milk and honey

5. chamomile my love. i love love love a nice cup of chamomile before bed while i'm reading a book! i almost always drink it plain, but if i'm on my period i add a spoonful of honey

6. hibiscus tea. while this isn't necessarily my favorite taste wise, it brings back a lot of memories from when i was little and would go to a cafe with my mom. not to say i don't enjoy the flavor, it's just a little too sweet and a little too tart for me to drink a lot of

7. gyulpi cha. it's a korean citrus peel tea (not unlike #2) and it's really, really, good. i always drink it plain.

8. chai. this is the only type of tea i drink with a ton of stuff in it. i'm currently boycotting starbucks, but i love their iced chai latte with sweet cream foam. during fall i normally get it with some pumpkin flavoring lol. however i barely consider the drink tea at this point lmao

9. lavender tea. i absolutely love a cup of lavender tea before bed. i always drink it plain, and think the scent is so calming!

10. and finally lilac tea. i love lilacs. growing up we had a massive lilac bush and the smell always brings me back. i really enjoy its subtly sweet and floral flavor, and always drink it plain.

anyways, that's it for the tea lmao.

[kitausuret]

2022 Year in Review

Tagged by the delightful @seek--rest .

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 19 new pieces, and 3 chapters updated on Dust to Dust.

2. Word count this year: 63,201 (wow!), with 17,337 of those words having been added to Dust to Dust.

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Venom (comics), Marvel 616, MC2 (Marvel), Spider-Man (comicsverse), Fantastic Four (comicsverse), Carnage (comics), Scarlet Witch (comic), Venom (movies)

4. Pairings: - Eddie Brock/Flash Thompson/Venom Symbiote - Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson - Flash Thompson/Venom Symbiote - Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote - Dan Lewis/Anne Weying/Venom Symbiote/Eddie Brock ...and then a bunch of platonic pairings as well! But we would be here all day for that.

5. Stories with the most... (note: I am excluding DTD since that has been a multi-year project) Kudos: Don't Misread the Signs (D.A.V.E.) - 85 Bookmarks: Don't Misread the Signs (D.A.V.E.) - 21 Comment Threads: Complicate Me, Elevate Me (Symbiot3) - 8 Word Count: Finding the Light Again (Symbrock, VenomFlash, Symbiot3) - 5,206

6. Work I'm most proud of... Honestly? Dust to Dust is the obvious answer, because any progress I make on it, I consider an accomplishment... but I'm really, stupidly happy with how "Anywhere but Here" (Eddie Brock | Venom & Mary Jane Watson, set during Maximum Carnage) turned out. MJ is such a complicated character with such a long, long, long history behind her and I'd wanted to address the friction between her and Venom for an awfully long time. As you can see by the bottom (being shameless here) I was happy enough with it that I wanted some art, and @maydayparkers was kind enough to indulge me.

7. Work I'm least proud of: Kind of an odd question? I'm proud of everything I wrote this year, haha, but hmmm I wish I'd done more research on the Fantastic Four comics of the era before writing "A Day at the Park". I felt pretty unsure going into writing it, because I really wanted to write the time that the Venom Symbiote was in the custody of the F4 but I didn't want to read the Byrne F4 run... still, it's not like me to write something in an era where I'm largely winging it. I'm glad the fic was well-received regardless, I loved writing ReedSue (and Franklin!).

8. A favorite review I received: Let me tell you something: I got not one but two really heartfelt comments on "The Look of You" (symbiot3, a focus on Eddie), which is a fic I was a little nervous about posting but I'm so glad I did. I also got some beautiful art done by my friend Nex (my commission is the second picture in the link), which you can see also at the bottom of the fic.

@guessimabasicnerdgirlnow also left me these really sweet words:

Aww, this is beautiful. We don’t see fictional men with body image issues often, but this fits Eddie very well, he’s very proud of those muscles so it’s easy to imagine that the idea of getting fat would bother him. Good thing he has two loving partners that are there for him to help him accept this new shape and understand that it is healthy. (And who also helped him reach this healthy state in first place). Ah, and isn’t this setting a fan’s perfect fantasy: them all happy and living in decent conditions, getting healthier, loving and supporting one another? 🥺

I also had a close friend reach out to me after reading the fic to tell me how much it meant to her, and that she really enjoyed seeing a story where weight gain and body shape change were portrayed as a positive thing. In fact I'm getting a little choked up and teary just thinking about what she said because it really, really touched me.

Like... a lot of what I write is just kind of silly, self-indulgent stuff. Or fluff. Or smut. But this is one that was really important to me.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Uuuuhhh gosh. I burned myself out pretty hard after Symbruary, but I managed to get "Complicate Me, Elevate Me" out as my 100th fic after a DTD update. It's probably my favorite Symbiot3 smutfic that I've written so far. Porn with feelings! It took me forEVER to finish, though, especially given that I'd started it back in February.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: When I was trying to come up with ideas for Comics Scarlet Witch Week, which eventually led to "What Binds Us Together", I was stunned to discover that Victoria and Wanda had canon interactions together. I guess I surprised myself with how much I enjoyed writing them together, to the point where I'm excited to write them in a much larger piece for this year. I love... women.... 💋

I also created an attorney OC for Dust to Dust Chs. 12-13 that I got really weirdly attached to LOL. Jason Tolliver, you deserve better than what I put you through.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: From "Stranger in a Strange Land" (Andi Benton | Mania & April Parker), which I wrote for Symbruary Day 1:

Her expression wavered. For a second, it looked like April was going to break down, but all at once, her whole face set. She ground her teeth and shoved past Andi. “You’re wrong. I’m not like any scenario you’ve ever known.”  She watched April keep going. And then- “Mania was made in a lab.” April stopped.  “My… my symbiote. It - she was made in a lab. Just a piece of the Venom symbiote. A copy.” Andi stepped closer, uncertain at first, but her voice growing clearer as she went on. “For the longest time, she didn’t know who she was, or how to feel, or where she belonged - even getting attached to me, it was a mistake. She was alone, and scared, and all she’d ever known her whole life was anger and hatred.”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I expanded into quite a few more pairings! I wrote my first Parksborn fic, I wrote a fic focused just on Tarna and her partner from Venom: Space Knight, my first proper PeterMJ fic, and my first fic with Jubulile as Toxin's host. I also wrote my first fic with Wanda that I've truly felt proud of (sorry, Wavelengths) with "What Binds Us Together".

13. How do you hope to grow next year: Honestly, I want to continue expanding the characters and pairings I write about. I want to explore a wider variety of characters - like honestly. I want to write more women. That might sound silly but it's true! I just need to get some of my ideas actually into Fic Form instead of just rolling them around in my head.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year: Oh gosh oh gosh. There are so many people I could tag here. @amaronith, always, for never letting DTD die and for always supporting my symbiot3 works. @softgrungeprophet for the HOURS of conversation about PeterFlash and HarryFlash and Flash Generally Speaking. @theopolis for accidentally giving DTD a B plot by getting me into Harry (like, REALLY getting me into Harry). @seek--rest for her insight on fic stuff and encouraging me to go outside my comfort zone. The 3 artists I commissioned for works based on my fics. @decaffeinatedparadisemaker for just being an absolutely delightful person to get to know and I love talking to him about fic stuff. @oliveroctavius for also giving me Harry brain worms but in a different way. Possibly a worse way. I have a WIP inspired by one of his pieces, it's.. it's definitely something lol.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: There's a character in one of my fics named after one of my co-workers. That's all I'm gonna say!

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Don't read comics or you will get way more ideas than you will know what to do with. Also don't read comics intending to learn more about one ship because you'll just end up completely fixated on a different ship and before you know it you've got a high school au with a meetcute between a football player and a marching band pit member and also it's based on the Gwen Stacy mini.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: OBVIOUSLY I'm looking forward to getting back to Dust to Dust. Hopefully this weekend I'll finish the New Year's Eve Coffee Bean Gang fic I meant to finish.. uh.. last weekend. But otherwise, there are a tooooon of WIPs in the most recent entries of the asked and answered tag. Have fun!

Here's a little snip from the NYE fic though:

“Well, I hope that Petey-o gets here before the ball drops,” Mary Jane said. She did a little spin, sending her sequined skater skirt twirling around her hips before she stopped and draped her arms over Gwen’s shoulders. She leaned in with a wide grin. “Or else I’m going to get the first kiss of the new year from Miss Gwendolyn.” Gwen flushed bright pink and turned to dislodge her friend’s arms. “Now that’s ridiculous. Can you imagine all those people down in Times Square, just… just kissing strangers? All because of, what, the time of the year? Getting twenty dollar hats and stupid novelty sunglasses you can only wear for one day, tourist madness, all night cleanup for—”

Me: it's a PeterFlash fic Also Me: it's an Everyone fic

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: Not sure who hasn't done this, but if you'd like to, you definitely should go for it! Or even just answer the questions you want, I'm not your boss.

[idabbleincrazy]

Secretly Submissive ~ Ch.5

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Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Series Rating: E

Series Pairings: Spike/Angel(Liam/William), Angel/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey/Angel

Series Characters: Angel (Liam Devlin), Spike (William Pratt), Lindsey McDonald, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, others tbd

Chapter Warnings: minor boundary testing, nipple play kink, foreplay, oral

Series Warnings: human au, fluff, angst, Dom/sub, submissive!Angel, smut, bondage…more to be added as series progresses

Word Count: 1,777

Chapter Summary: Things finally make it to the bedroom, Spike comes out to play, and Liam finds out what kind of Dom Will is.

Series Summary: Liam Devlin, hardworking investor and businessman, receives an unexpected awakening in the form of William Pratt, the unassuming bookstore owner he met online.

A/N: I'm a stinker for leaving it where I do, but storm is due to hit tomorrow, so I didn't wanna wait and risk it. Also, made a tiny edit to ch.4 so that Liam can call Will Spike more often. (It's still so foreign to me to call them by their human names so much 😅)

Square Filled: undress ( @mfbingo​ )

"Bloody hell." William groaned and closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose until the urge to cum subsided. Opening his eyes again, he looked up at Liam, a wicked smirk twisting his lips. "Stand up, Angel."

Liam complied immediately, his arms at his sides, eyes on the floor, feeling the lingering dominance giving way to his need to submit to this man he found himself so enraptured by. Will rose from the couch and removed his vest. Stepping up to Liam, he nudged his chin with a fingertip.

"Look at me." Liam did, and felt his chest tighten at the soft smile that had replaced the smirk. "I don't make my subs avert their gaze, luv. Don't hide yourself from me, Angel, I wanna see all of you."

Liam let out a shaky chuckle, and returned Will's smile.

"Master, may I speak?"

Of course, pet. I'll let you know when you can't."

"I've never met a dom as gentle as you. So caring. I mean, I was never cruel to my subs, but you, you're so much kinder than I've ever been."

William squinted at Liam and shook his head.

"I don't believe that for a minute, luv. I can see it, in your eyes. I see the warmth there, the humanity, shining out from your soul. As for the others, if they don't care enough to be kind, they're not very good doms, then, are they?" Will's smile switched back to that devilish smirk as he took Liam's hand and pulled him towards one of the doors along the wall. "C'mon, luv. Been waiting all night to get you out of your kit."

William opened the door and guided Liam into the room ahead of him and flicked the light switch. Liam looked around and turned to face the blonde, confused.

"This is your bedroom."

"Glad to see that fancy college education put to use."

"No, I just meant…I thought you'd be taking me to your playroom. You do have one, don't you?"

"I do."

Closing the door behind him, this time, it was William's turn to look away. Liam gasped softly at the look on his face when he turned back.

"I want this to be special, Angel. You're giving me something you've never given to anyone. I wanted to do the same. See, I don't typically spend the entire night with my subs, and I've never, not once, brought one to my room. We play, we fuck, and then I come back here, and lock the door. I know it's not quite the same as giving me your control, as giving me you, but it's the best I have to offer. Still think of me as kind?"

"Yes. Master…Spike, you're giving me your vulnerability, how could I ever think of that as unkind?" Liam shook his head in awe. "I've seriously never met anyone like you."

"I'd be pretty hard pressed to recollect meeting someone like you, myself, luv."

William stepped up close to Liam, his fingers hooking into his waistband and tugging him against his chest, looking up at the brunette and watching as his pupils dilated. Pressed so close against him, Will could feel Liam's erection against his thigh, and felt his own cock throb in desperation. Definitely time to get on with things.

"Now, for the rest of the night, don't think. Just let yourself feel it, Angel."

"Yes, Master."

"Mm, good boy."

Stretching up to kiss him soundly, he worked Liam’s belt buckle open before his hands changed direction to push under his shirt, running up over the hidden muscles he had felt earlier. As his fingertips brushed over Liam’s nipples, the brunette moaned against his lips, arching up into the teasing touch. Smirking into the kiss, Will pinched the perked up nubs, and Liam broke the kiss loud grunt of pleasure.

William gave him a wry smile and quickly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside in a ball of créme-colored cotton. Looking over the broad expanse of Liam's chest, Will let out a low growl of hunger.

"Typically, I'd have you strip for me, but I just had to unwrap you myself, luv." William popped the button of Liam's jeans, unzipped the fly, and tugged the denim down until gravity took over, leaving the jeans to pool around his feet. As Liam stepped out of his pants and kicked them over towards his shirt, Will licked his lips at the sight of the bulge that tented his black boxers. "You can take care of that bit, if you like."

Liam met his gaze steadily, a teasing challenge in his eyes as he slowly slipped his fingers under the waistband and dragged the silky fabric down his legs, bending slightly at the waist as he stepped out of them. Eyes still locked with Will's, he straightened up, silently daring the blonde to break contact.

"Don't push the cheek, Angel, I'm too horny to punish you properly tonight." William watched with satisfaction as the brunette's cheeks reddened and Liam averted his gaze. Looking away from the taller man's face, he let out a groan as he took in his hulking form. "Bloody hell, you are gorgeous, Angel."

Pleased at the appraisal, Liam smirked at Will as he stood there in all his naked glory, his cock curving up towards his navel. There were a few specks of cum drying in the small nest of curls surrounding the base of it, and William smirked back at the reminder of their earlier fun.

"Cor, almost forgot I just made you cream your shorts. There's a bathroom right through that door, there, if you want to wash that up real quick."

Liam resisted the urge to roll his eyes and walked through the door Will had pointed to. As he cleaned himself up, William grabbed a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube from his nightstand, and began undressing. Liam walked back into the room just as he was stepping out of his jeans.

"And you call me gorgeous, Jesus, you're fucking beautiful. Although, I kinda thought I would get to return the favor…Master." Liam looked at Will with a small pout.

"Don't worry pet, you'll get plenty of chances to get me out of my clothes. Come here." Liam complied instantly, his cock twitching at the command. "Kneel."

Liam knelt at Will's feet and looked up at the blonde as he tore open one of the condoms, his eyes following William's hand as he slid it on. He could feel a drop of pre-cum slide down the length of his shaft as he observed Will's cock. Not as thick as his, but at least an inch longer, the plummy head starting to peek out from the foreskin as Will stroked down the shaft slowly.

"Been thinking 'bout your mouth on my cock for hours. Suck it, Angel."

Liam looked up to meet Will's darkened gaze as he leaned forward and licked over the head, slightly surprised, and more than a little amused, to find the condom was cherry flavored. Will groaned and chuckled at the smile playing on Liam's lips as he closed his lips over his cock and slid them down the hard length.

"Fuck. Like that? It's a cherry night, sweetheart, all around. Oh, God," Will slid his fingers into Liam's hair, tugging lightly at the short strands as he took him down to the root without pause, "fuck yeah, good boy. No doubt now whether you've done that before, is there? Christ, you're a sweet little cocksucker."

Liam moaned around the girth in his mouth, the filthy praise ratcheting his arousal higher. He bobbed his head along the long cock, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back, following the minute guidance of Will's hand on his head, eager to please. He could feel Will's cock throb and twitch as he sucked it, and watched as those blue eyes closed, pouty lips parting to pant out short breaths as he let himself get lost in the feeling of Liam's mouth. All too soon, William urged him off his cock with a sharp tug, grunting at the tight slide of Liam’s mouth down the length.

“Shite, Angel. Much more of that, you’d ’ave made me cum before we got to the good bit.”

“We’ve got all night, Master. I’m sure I could have found a way to get you hard all over again, I’ve been told I can be quite inventive.”

“I’m sure you can, luv, but I wanna be inside that sweet arse when I cum.” William continued to stroke his fingers through Liam’s hair as he spoke, his eyes flicking down to roam over those slightly swollen lips as they parted on a soft gasp at a testing tug. He briefly wondered if Liam even knew he had that particular kink. “Trust me, this is far from the only time I’ll be having you use that perfect mouth of yours on me. Christ, pet, you do that often?”

“Not really. I would reward my subs with a blow job from time to time, but I didn’t exactly make it a habit. It was different this time, though. I don't usually particularly enjoy going down on them, and I never let them finish in my mouth, but with you, God, Spike, I could feel myself getting close to cumming. And…"

"And?"

"I couldn't stop wondering what you taste like."

“Christ, you’re determined to make me cum before I’m in you.” Will growled and pulled Liam up from his kneeling position. “Lay down, now Angel, on your back.”

Liam felt another rush of arousal at the heat in Will’s voice and quickly laid down on the large bed, legs spread and knees bent, feet braced flat against the mattress. As Will climbed on to the bed and prowled towards him, he resisted the urge to take himself in hand. Crawling up the bed, the blonde was reminiscent of some great jungle cat, a panther or a jaguar perhaps, stalking its prey, as he settled between his legs, and Liam had the strange notion rush through him, that he was about to be devoured, every bit of who he was, consumed by this breathtakingly beautiful man looming over him.

"Where'd you go, Angel?"

Will's concerned voice snapped Liam out of his thoughts, and he shook his head, reaching up to cup William's cheek as he stretched out above him.

"No-nowhere, I'm here. I'm right here." Liam lifted his head and captured Will's lips in a tender, almost pleading, kiss. "Show me what it's like to…to be owned by you. Please, Spike, Master, I want to belong to you."

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Hey!!!!!!

I am just in love with your Nick One shots and i really want a one scenario which I am dying to read....

So the scenario that reader THINKS Nick cheated on her with noah - ( I KNOW HE COULD NEVER DO THAT) - the reader gets insecure and Nick started comforting her and maybe - ( in a small voice) -can noah be a little bit mean ........ pls we all love a little bit angst and a jealous mean girl ...... It can be a little bit smut (if you are comfortable) .....

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MY BOY, NICK LEISTER.

A/N Hi darling, I'm so glad you like my writing about Nick. We all definitely love a jealous and mean girl. I hope you like it a lot.

I want to clarify that I don't know how to write smut very well, so I did what I could. <3

PAIRING Nick Leister x Fem!Reader.

TW/TAGS +18, minors DNI, fingering, praise kink, p in v, unprotected sex, light choke kink, angst but fluff at the end, established relationship.

SUMMARY You were both at a party, when you went for a drink with Jenna, Noah took the opportunity to approach Nick and try to kiss him but he quickly pushed her away, even though you saw almost everything and you thought he had cheated on you with her.

NICK'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

You were both at a party, you had walked away from Nick to go get a drink with Jenna.

And when you came back with him, Noah was with him, too close to him while she said something in his ear. When she saw you, she smiled evilly, taking Nick by the neck to kiss him, but before you saw if she kissed him or not, you walked away angrily.

On the other hand with Nick, he pushed Noah away from him, frowning.

"But what are you doing? I have a girlfriend." She shrugged smiling and tried to pull him back in for a kiss and once again, Nick pulled her away.

"Come on, it's just a kiss." she insisted and he decided better to walk away from her. "She will never give you what you deserve, it's not enough for you." She declared looking at him and he denied laughing humorlessly. Seeing Jenna he walked towards her but not seeing you he frowned.

"Where is y/n?" he asked looking around.

"He went away." Jenna said without further ado, leaving Nick totally confused since you would never just walk off without telling him. In addition, both came and went together always.

"Where? With whom?"

"Home, Nick, I wouldn't bother her if I were you, after having kissed Noah in front of her would not be the most advisable or fair thing for her." And with that last Nick was even more confused but the second he realized what was happening.

"Fuck." He cursed walking towards the exit to go to his car and drive to where he knew you would be.

You had always used to drive into a ravine that overlooked perfectly the most beautiful view in the entire city. In this, all the lights were seen as if they were stars in the great sky.

It gave you peace and quiet. Just what you needed at the time.

But that ended as soon as you heard the roar of Nick's car engine, although you decided to ignore it to keep the peace in your body.

The stones below each step Nick took towards you was the only sound, along with the soft chirps of crickets.

"What are you doing here, Nick?" you asked serenely still looking at the view that the city offered you. You felt the heat of his body next to yours, contrasting against the cold of the night.

"Why have you left so suddenly?" you denied with a sarcastic smile.

"I think you know that pretty well." this time you looked at him, and he looked at you with supplication in his eyes.

"It's not what you think you saw, I swear." He added trying to take your hand but you stopped him before even touching you.

"You have reasons to, she's much prettier than me, more sure of herself, maybe you should be with her." You said that last thing with a lump in your throat, your stomach turned from jealousy and insecurity at the thought of him with someone else.

"But she's not you and I don't want anyone but you." he assured standing in front of you, obstructing your view of the landscape.

He took your cheeks, caressing them affectionately, his gaze reflected everything he felt for you. Love, affection, adoration and above all he looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

He brought his face close to yours, looking into your eyes as if he were asking for some kind of permission, you nodded slightly and that was all that was enough to join your lips with his in a somewhat desperate but affectionate kiss.

You were already sitting on the hood of your car, so he got between your legs, sticking his body completely to yours. His hands slowly made their way from your waist to your lower back, making the cold contact of his rings send shivers through your entire body.

He began a journey of wet kisses from your cheek to your jaw and ending on your neck, leaving little love bites, making you sigh and stick his body even closer to yours. From one moment to the next all you could think about was him. Your senses were full of him.

One of his hands returned to caress your waist and abdomen, lowering dangerously.

"Someone can see us." you murmured keeping your eyes closed, feeling dizzy from his touch, kisses and caresses.

"No one comes through here at this hour, you know." he murmured back and attacked your lips once more, kissing you with desire, his hands tightening around your waist.

You surrendered to him and let yourself go. When he felt how your body relaxed under his hands, he took it as a sign to continue with what he was about to do.

Finally his hand slid down in the middle of your legs, feeling your core over your panties.

"Is this all because of me? But I've barely touched you." he teased you but kissed your neck once more, leaving hickeys in his wake.

"Yeah, it's because of you." you said in a breath keeping your eyes closed, and you gasped as you felt his skillful fingers make small soft circles over your clit. "shit..."

Your body turned to putty in his hands. Little by little you felt the pleasure go through your body completely, overwhelming you.

"You look so beautiful like this." he murmured in your ear, inserting a finger into your entrance, moving it slowly inside you, one finger quickly became two and you swore to see stars with just his hand on you. "A total goddess."

"I need you." you complained between gasps and a couple of moans, and he nodded kissing your forehead.

"I know, baby, I need you too." He took his fingers out of you and when you were about to complain about the lack of contact the tip of his cock brushed against your folds. Once again you cursed under your breath. "Are you sure you want to?"

"Yeah, I'm more than sure." And with your words something in Nick's eyes lit up. Desire, lust, need and love.

Holding his cock in his hand, he slowly eased it inside you, both of you cursed and you clung to Nick's shoulders, feeling him stretch you deliciously with every inch.

When he was fully inside you, he waited a couple of seconds for you to get used to it while he left kisses all over your face.

With a squeeze on his arm you gave him to understand that you wanted him to move. He joined your lips with his in a slow kiss while his hips moved in the same rhythm against yours.

All your moans were drowned in Nick's lips while his growls were released on your lips.

This time it was your turn to kiss his neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses.

His hips continued to move at a steady pace and his hands clung tightly to your thighs, leaving bruises for sure.

The knot in your lower abdomen was getting tighter and tighter, indicating how close your orgasm was. Your walls clenched tightly around him as a wave of pleasure crashed through your entire body.

"Fuck, baby, if you do that I don't think I'll last much longer.” A guttural moan tore from his lips and his hips moved faster, making you see stars with each bump of his hips.

"I'm gonna cum." you squeezed your eyes shut, and your nails dug into his shoulders.

"Do it, love, do it for me." He encouraged you once again joining your lips with his in a kiss full of love, his hand went to your neck but without pressing.

The knot in your abdomen finally exploded, your hands clinging to his arms as you came. His hips continued to move sloppily, signaling that he was about to cum too, your soft walls tightening around his cock, taking him to the edge as he prolonged your orgasm.

When both came down from the ecstasy of your orgasms, he put your forehead against his.

"I love you more than anything, gorgeous, please never forget that." and ended his sentence with a long kiss on your forehead, making you smile like a schoolgirl in love.

"Okay, I love you more." you murmured and he smiled getting out of you, he lowered you from the hood of your car to help you fix your clothes and accommodate his.

"Let's go to my house so you can take a shower." He put his arm around your shoulders and you both walked to each other's car.

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