#kc fem!reader

[tavernlords]

Silk (A King’s Choice Lance x Fem!Reader Oneshot)

“No, no! Not like that! Like THIS!”

My old man yanks his sword upward with a swift and hearty grunt. 

TINNGGGGGggggg....

The sound of my ornate steel shortsword hits a stone pillar and reverberates off the great castle’s arena walls, and my arm goes flailing. I topple off my feet, hitting the hard ground as it sharply shoves the air out of my lungs. 

“LORD!” My voice is harsh and shoots across the empty room. My back!  I groan painfully, I thought I had that counter down already!

“Woah! Careful there, Greg! I wouldn’t want you to be responsible for my one good eye!”

Still grimacing in pain, my eyes launch up to a voice coming from the entrance of the arena. It’s soothing and deep. It almost takes the bloody pain away. Almost.

“And Your Highness... That is no language for a queen.” 

The handsome and staunch man leans over me, hands behind his back, with an upside down, small, and nearly smug smirk. I stick out my tongue very un-queenlike and squeeze my eyes shut.

He chuckles lightly and offers a soft hand to lift me up. His skin feels like fine Persian cat fur in it’s gentility. I begin to wonder what it’d be like to flaunt elegant nails instead of nubs. To wield quills instead of daggers. A soft chest without dozens of scars.

He looks up as Greg greets him. I stumble onto him as I struggle to get up, but he supports me.

“Lance! Finally took time off of your duties, I see?” Greg firmly puts his hands on his hips. Lance huffs, “No, actually, I’m here on duty, sir. I would like to request Your Highness. I need to discuss a document I’ve recently received regarding current silk trade policies.” Greg sighs expectantly, flopping his arms back down to it’s stationary position, “Of course you are...”

Really?! I wince to myself I thought we handled silk trade policies already! That was so time-consuming and boring. I almost got the technique down, too!

“Greg, is that really okay? You’ve been trying to get time in with me for weeks, and I think if I train a little more I’ll get it.”

He sighs. “Duty calls. There is always more time, My Lord. I best be off.”

Metal hinges whine as the great wooden gate Lance entered through now shuts. The locks echo deeply throughout the palace as they click into place like a puzzle.

I look up at Lance, and I find myself still using him for support. He notices this before I even have the time to process it and asks: “How is your back?”

“Fi-” My mind whips back to my injury with a piercing jolt. “AGHH!!” My eyes begin watering; my heart bounces around my ribcage. The adrenaline rush wears off.

Suddenly, I’m lifted off the ground and hurried to be sat nearby a stone pillar. I feel my stomach like a chrysalis ready to bloom, but I dismiss the feeling as anxiety. I didn’t know Lance could pick me up so easily... And he said he sits at his desk all day!

“Your Highness! Please, be easy on yourself. You’ve been much too hard on yourself these days.” His expression is twisted uncomfortably in concern. My spine aches against his thighs where he laid me, so I groan. Placing my head there instead, he brushes my hair back so it’s away from my eyes.

I smile, sighing comfortably at this position and moving stiffly to readjust. My face is turned towards his stomach, my hands are clasped and lightly rested on his abs, and my spine is pointed away from him. I close my eyes for a moment to take everything in.

My warm, sweaty skin. My lively, pulsating heart. My senses full of Lance’s fragrance, a touch of vanilla and rosemary. My exhaustion from tireless training sessions with Greg... Everything feels right and calming.

“Hey...” My voice is light and quiet. He softly caresses my face so we make eye contact. “You can quit it with the ‘Your Highness’ now. You can call me by my name, Lance.”

“I think ‘Your Highness’ is just fine.” His eyelashes reflect the light of the sun going down in the arena’s windows. “Why would I want to change it?”

“Well... Can you at least try it?”

He grins gently. “Of course, My Lord.”

His grin gets bigger and sloppier, and after a few second of silence, he laughs to himself.

“What?! What’s so funny?! You don’t like my name or something?” My giggling covers up any kind of seriousness I was trying to fake as I playfully bop him with my fists.

“No- hahaha! I just- I’ve never said it to you before, Your-” He clears his throat to seem more professional and put together. “Y/N...”

My smile spreads like a wildfire. I attempt at a nice, hearty laugh but nothing comes out. All I can feel is my face heating up and my chest exploding like cargo ships.

His soft hand is still resting on my cheek. We linger there and the world felt like it was waiting for us. The sun didn’t set; the hourglass remained empty.

And then, I remembered.

“Weren’t you... here for the...” Slowly, he lifted the back of my head, my hair flowing like waterfalls and pooling on his trousers. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips, expectant, waiting. I didn’t know why. He was my advisor. Until now, it’s just been... professional. But maybe... Yea... I could get behind this...

I reach for him as if I’m trying to grab the moon from the sky. My fingers entangle his silken hair that danced in the golden hour. I pull for him anxiously. 

Lance’s lips are graceful and pillowy like a snow cloud. As if they’ve never been touched or tainted. As if only kind words have been spoken. As if he has never tasted his own or another’s blood. Oh, to have his lips... How wonderful it is to share it with him this once, however long it might last...

Once we stop, I can barely believe what’s happening. But I’m happy and warm. Who cares about our current silk trade policies... I’ve got my silk right here.

[yelenasbraid]

take a breather — joe burrow

summary — its a few days after the loss to the chiefs and you and joe decide to go out for dinner. unfortunately, there’s kc fans everywhere

warnings — fem!reader, established relationship, reader gets defensive and starts gets in a fight, fluff, some suggestive comments, mean comments, implied smut

note — not every chiefs fan is like the one in this fic, i know that, but for the sake of this fic the reader interacts with a pretty mean one. also this is SO long y’all oops

THE LOSS TO THE CHIEFS was as shocking as it was devastating. for a while, you thought they were safe. you believed that the bengals would win against the chiefs, their longstanding rivalry. joe talked about how excited he was, he talked about how he was ready to take them on after the grueling practice they had.

so, when the chiefs won by one point, everyone’s heart dropped. anger and frustration swirled around in your head, the cold feeling of sadness making it a sour cocktail. it was a good game, filled with many good highlights and great plays, but you knew that joe was already beating himself up about it.

you tried your best to be there for him, reassure him and help build his confidence back up. the night after the game was the hardest, especially since you both were battling intense emotions.

flashback

the silence that fell between you was thick. you tried your best to remain neutral, to be a grounding force for joe. being home didn’t change that.

he didn’t bother speaking to you as he walked in, making a beeline for the stairs. you stopped in your tracks, trying your hardest not to cry.

“please talk to me,” you begged him softly. you knew that joe took things at his own pace, which normally meant alone. you’ve had to help him realize that he’s not alone, and that you could help share the burden.

“i’m not in the mood for talking, y/n,” he informed you, barely looking at you. you bit your lip and flicked your eyes up to the ceiling to stop the oncoming tears.

“do you want anything to eat?” you asked him, walking into the kitchen.

“no, i don’t.” he answered shortly. you nodded, and as he went to go up the stairs, you went to follow him.

“i want to be alone, just leave me alone, y/n,” he snapped, turning his eyes to you, eyes that were iced over. as much as you hated to do it, leaving him to his head, you inhaled and exhaled slowly.

“ok, i’ll be down here if you need me,” you told him, barely evoking a response out of him. so, that was that.

flashback end

joe did apologize for his behavior, swearing he was going to try his best to keep you with him. ever since that night, he’s done just that. he’s confided in you about more than he ever has, and you were proud of him for being vulnerable.

ever since that night, he’s also been clingy. he never wants you to feel the way you felt that night, the way he made you feel.

“we’re going on a date tonight,” joe announced as he walked in the door from practice. you looked up at him from your spot on the couch, raising an eyebrow.

“what?”

“we’re going on a date tonight, you know, the thing normal couples do,” he playfully reminded you. you smirked, putting a bookmark in the book you were reading and closed it. it was refreshing to see his eyes lit up, to see how he glowed with a renewed sense of hope.

“alright, where are we going, ya know, as a totally normal couple?” you played along with the joke, standing up from the couch and walking over to him.

“there’s a nice place downtown, the one we always say we want to go to but never do because of how busy we are,” he excitedly told you. seeing his smile again after the two losses was refreshing, but it also just made you fall even more in love with him.

“oh yeah, the place that apparently has really good burgers,” you smiled up at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “you asking me on a date, burrow?”

“why yes i am,” joe chirped. he was chipper, and you knew that he was taking the losses hard, but you also knew that he couldn’t feel down for long. joe knew his job for the next game, and he was going to finish it.

“then i accept,” you smirked, and in response joe leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“good. i’m gonna get a shower, then the bathroom is all yours. we’ll leave around 6,” he told you as he made his way towards the stairs. his timeframe gave you about 2 hours to get ready, which was plenty of time.

“sounds good,” you replied, feeling butterflies build in your gut. despite having dated since your time at lsu, you still got butterflies whenever you and joe would go on a date. you guessed that feeling never goes away.

—

about an hour and half later, joe is dressed and ready sitting on the edge of the bed. you, on the other hand, are putting final touches on your outfit for the evening. it was something breathable, but cute. you put your earrings in and fluffed your hair. once you were happy with your look, you applied your perfume and put on your shoes.

“damn mamas,” joe commented as he watched you emerge from the bathroom. a blush crept up on your cheeks as you walked towards him.

“hope that’s a good thing,” you hummed as he stood up. he was dressed in a black button up, jeans, and platform van-type shoes.

“oh it definitely is,” he mused, leaning down and pressing a soft and quick kiss to your lips. he knew he’s been clingy, but he also knew you didn’t mind. ever since he got snappy with you, he’s never wanted to sound like that ever again. be knew there’d be losses, especially tough ones, but he needed to work on how he processed through it. he couldn’t drag you through the mud too.

“mmm good,” you hummed. it was in that moment you realized that you could stay with him all night, in that bedroom, on that bed and not go on a date. but, dates were rare during the season, and plus dates were fun. you and joey always had fun on your dates.

“we should get going, huh?” joe asked, almost sounding disappointed.

“i’m hungry, so yeah,” you chuckled, making joe crack that beautiful smile of his. you both walked out to the car, joe opening your door of course, and he got in the driver’s seat. he pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the restaurant.

—

the restaurant wasn’t packed, but it had a decent amount of people in it. the hum of conversations drew you in, but what pulled you in further was the sweet smell of food.

you two were quickly seated and ordered your drinks. you looked at the menu, browsing the different options.

“this all looks amazing,” you commented as your eyes saw a pasta section of the menu.

“if i were like, infinitely hungry, i’d get the whole menu,” joe agreed, and you snorted.

“ok, joey,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“what? think about it, if you never got full and have an infinite amount of space in your stomach, you could realistically have several meals in a sitting,” his eyes grew wide with this theory, and you loved whenever he got like this. it was the cutest — and hottest — thing ever, well, for the most part.

“ok, but what about your intestines? they’d be begging for mercy,” you replied as your drinks were settled in front of you. you ordered your choices of meals, gave the waitress your menus, and continued talking.

“ok well in a perfect world they wouldn’t be,” he replied, sass evident in his tone. you laughed, shaking your head as you took a sip of your water.

“i need to pee, i’ll be back,” you informed him, standing up from the booth.

“speaking of intestines,” he commented, earning a glare.

“that’s your bladder,” you whispered as you walked off. joe only rolled his eyes as he sipped his water. he watched as you disappeared into the bathroom, and patiently waited upon your return.

a few minutes later, he caught movement in his peripheral and he flicked his eyes over, hoping to see you. he did, but with a very different expression on your face.

“excuse me?” you seethed, your eyes wide with anger. the girl you were standing in front of had the audacity to speak ill of joe in front of you, but also to speak ill of you. in front of you.

“you heard me the first time, i said your boyfriend would have played better if he’d been getting taken care of at home,” the girl replied. it only enraged you further, especially since she had no right to be involved in yours and joe’s private life.

“and what does your boyfriend do? sit at home and criticize the guys he’ll never be?” your words were just as venomous, your adrenaline driving you even further.

“for all i care, i hope he tears a ligament again. all this hype around joe burrow needs to stop, or maybe he just needs to retire already,” she kept going, and you’ve never seen red before until that moment. this girl had no idea the rehab joe went through, the mental blocks he had to overcome just to get to this point.

words weren’t enough to voice your anger, the rage that fueled you. you laughed, allowing some of that tension to release, but also because you thought it was hilarious some random woman was criticizing joe burrow.

you took a step towards her, your hands curling into fists. you saw what joe went through, you knew of the dark place he went to after his injury. she didn’t, and it pissed you off that she wanted him to go back there again.

“i hope he has another season ending injury, so for once, other teams can have a chance and stop listening to bengals fans’ whining,” she continued on, and the more she did, the more her words added fuel to the fire. it was the final thread in a rubber band, and you snapped.

you shoved her away from you, your eyes hard and angry. you went for another, your muscles tensing to make sure this one hurt, but strong arms pulled you back. you knew it was joe because of his scent wafting over you, but you didn’t much care.

“don’t you dare,” you growled, fighting against the hold joe had on you. your hands tried to pry joe’s arms off of you, but your attempts were futile. what distracted you for just a moment was the feeling of his muscles rippling under his skin as you went to shove him off.

“i bet you got scared when that helmet came off, huh? well, i wasn’t,” she kept mouthing off, and you knew she was doing it on purpose. she wanted to see how far you’d go.

“it’s nice to say that when your team gets paid by the refs to win games!” you hissed, body tensing with every word. neither of you were going to back down, and joe could see that. he’s never seen you this angry, he’s never seen you go after someone like that.

“walk away, love,” he calmly told you, whispering in your ear. he moved to stand beside you, using one arm to hold you place instead of two. you strained against him, anger radiating from every pore. your straining made him eventually wrap his other arm around you again.

“y/n,” he looked down at you, and even though you weren’t trying to plow through him, you weren’t exactly backing down. it was admirable, really, how you went to war for him. you didn’t have to, but you did. you would defend him until your dying breath, even though he never asked for that. he just didn’t want you to get hurt.

“listen to your boyfriend y/n, this is a fight you’d lose anyway,”

“you’re not helping,” joe snapped, turning his eyes towards the girl. she didn’t seem to get the memo, not entirely caring that joe was addressing her. you, however, did notice. the way his jaw was clenched, the way his muscles were contracted, it was hot.

“why’s that?” you retaliated, anger still coursing through your veins. joe was trying to keep you from getting away from him. it wasn’t helping that the other girl kept moving towards you.

“because, unlike your boyfriend, you’re too pussy to fight anyone,” she was so confident it killed you. you managed to slip out of joe’s grasp, lunging for this girl, but joe caught you by the bicep. he drew you back, pressed a firm hand to your chest and walked you back.

“that’s enough,” he sternly told you, thankful you were walking with him. your eyes flicked to meet his, just for a moment, and in that moment you were the most turned on you’d been that whole day. feeling his hand firmly but gently guide you back, hearing the sternness in his words, it made that all too familiar ache begin to take hold in your stomach.

that feeling didn’t last long though. your irritation and anger came back the second you made eye contact with the girl again, wearing that obnoxious red jersey. you wanted to say something back to the girl, but no words were coming to your mind. your emotions were all over the place as joe walked you back. you watched the girl as her own group walked her away. they should’ve done that earlier.

you two left the restaurant, and once you were alone, you slipped away from joe’s grip.

“what the hell was that?” joe asked, now facing you, “i have never seen you that angry,”

“you heard what she said! she-she was saying all of these things about you, about how she wished you snapped your ligament again and retired! i couldn’t just let that slide!” you argued back, your adrenaline still on a high.

“you could have! people say stupid shit!”

“i saw what you went through! i’ve seen you rise above it, i’ve seen you grow and to have her laugh in the face of that is disgusting!” you defended, tears now pooling in your eyes. you watched as he processed, and you felt a tear drip down your cheek. there was a beat of silence. joe sighed, walked up to you and wiped the escaped tear with the pad of his thumb.

“you didn’t have to defend me, but, thank you for doing so. as much as i appreciate it, and don’t mind at all seeing you get fired up, i just don’t want you to get hurt,” he hummed, cupping your cheek with his hand. you sniffled, feeling your body crash from the adrenaline rush.

“i know,” you exhaled, “but next time we play the chiefs, we need to pummel them into the ground,” you sniffled, and joe just chuckled, bringing you into his arms.

“we will,” he promised, kissing the top of your head, “were you really scared when my helmet came off?” he asked, and you looked up at him in disbelief.

“yes, i was terrified,” you admitted, burying your head in his chest. you knew the likely hood of a concussion increased just because he played football, but you knew how scary they were. you’ve heard of too many players who’s seasons ended because of a concussion, or even worse, their lives ended.

“i’m ok, i promise,” he assured you. as he held you, his remembered the look you gave him earlier in the restaurant.

“what was that look for earlier?” he asked.

“what look?” you mumbled against his chest.

“that look, the look you give whenever you’re feeling a certain way,” he answered, causing you to part from him. he didn’t miss it, how could he? he’s seen that look several times before, but he’s never seen it in this context.

“oh…”

“oh what?” he chuckled, watching as your cheeks flushed.

“it’s nothing, just pure emotion,” you lied. you were feeling a number of things, and arousal was just one of them.

“you liked that, huh?” joe gave you a cocky smirk, the kind that could get you into trouble. his tone didn’t help either.

“oh leave me alone,” you playfully shoved him, walking towards the car. he wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing the side of your head.

“i would be lying if i said i wasn’t also turned on,” he hummed in your ear, breaking the hard exterior you had on.

“is that so?” you mused, casting a look up at him, “remember how it feels to not be sore, love, because after tonight you will be,” you hummed, your eyes darkening with desire. your tone sent him into overdrive, not to mention your confidence. he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it home or not. he wouldn’t be necessarily complaining if he didn’t.

he was in for a long night.

YOWZERS this is long. not sure how i feel about it BUT it’s probably the longest one i’ve written, so c’est la vie. but what inspired this was joe holding back ja’marr at the game on sunday and i went crazy with it. enjoy!

[babydollmarauders]

WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME? — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which jack hughes should be afraid of what y/n can do to his reputation

notes: yeah, idk what this is either; there’s not much plot.

september 16th, 2023

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi pop sensation, y/n, is seen hands on with new boy toy?

if anyone has any information on who this man is, do come forward! we’d love to know who america’s queen of heartbreak anthems is with now!

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user82 the hand placement?! HELLO?!

user3 oh great, new music where she makes herself some sad victim again

user55 a new love album next?! maybe?!

user09 let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s some low grade pap photos posted on a gossip blog. it could’ve been a first date for all we know

user45 @/user09 with the way they are in these pics? absolutely NOT a first date. y/n has famously said she doesn’t get “frisky” early on because of her ex. most definitely a bf

user92 oh her next song is gonna HIT

user06 that guy kinda looks…. where were these taken and when?

deuxmoi all the sender said was that they saw them in michigan last night! know something?

user06 hmm the tl matches! that looks like it could be @/jackhughes , a hockey player for the New Jersey Devils!

user98 OH MY GOD, YOU’RE RIGHT!

user67 those hands?! girlie better never let him go!

september 27th, 2023

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial every dead end street led you straight to me 🤍

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user72 SOFT LAUNCH OH MY GOD

user5 oh he’s got her using emojis?! she’s down BAD

user29 i’m so happy for her, she deserves so much love and happiness and it seems like he gives that to her 🫶

user6 MOTHER?!

user01 what poor boy did she sink her claws into this time?

user9 if you don’t like her, why are you on her post? obsessed much?

sabrinacarpenter he scored 😉

y/nofficial sab!! nah, i think i did!

user92 he better be treating her damn good! it’s what she deserves after ‘he who shall not be named’!

user76 i know who you meant but also started giggling at the idea of her writing an album about voldemort 😭

y/nofficial @/user76 gasp! don’t you know who lover is about?! the dark lord and i just couldn’t make it work :(

october 10th, 2023

jackhughes

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jackhughes as a wise woman once said: “i was enchanted to meet you”

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y/nofficial my sweet boy 🤍

jackhughes my pretty girl

user76 A HARD LAUNCH

user94 THEY’RE SO SICKENINGLY CUTE 😭 SHE DESERVES THIS

user36 JACK IS DATING Y/N?! OH THE SONGS THAT WILL COME OUT OF THIS

user8 he could do so much better

lhughes_06 about damn time

trevorzegras JACK WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE JOKING

user02 oh they’re so cute 🥹

dawson1417 did you just… hard launch with the biggest singer in america rn?

jackhughes y/n says “what? like it’s hard?” idk what that means

user16 can we talk about how happy she looks?! and i know her hockey loving self is giggling and kicking her feet over her landing a hockey player! too cute!!

john.marino97 if her next RED-like album is about you, i’m requesting a trade. can’t believe i’m gonna have to listen to songs about YOU

january 1st, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial thank you 2023, you brought so much love and laughter 🤍 can’t wait to see what 2024 brings!

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user86 oh she’s so down bad she was taking pics of him at his game 😭

user9 one tour pic and three pics regarding to jack? she’s so in love

jackhughes here’s to another year with you, my talented girl

y/nofficial i can’t wait for another year with you, my love 🤍

user55 i can’t wait to see you in KC this year!!

user7 she’s truly living her best life and i’m obsessed!!

user21 i hope 2024 is just as good to you as 2023 was!

january 26th, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi fan submission: trouble in paradise?

pop sensation, y/n, and her boyfriend, hockey player Jack Hughes, were seen out by a fan last night. the fan claims that they overheard y/n consoling Jack about his recent injury that has left him unable to play. in the video (on our site), you can hear y/n telling Jack “i know not playing is hard, i know it’s sad-”. Jack is heard cutting her off and snapping “you don’t get to tell me about sad. you don’t get it, so stop acting like you do.”according to the fan, y/n left the date alone and in tears.

what do you guys think, is this couple over?

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user29 wow what an asshole, she was just trying to be comforting

user4 wtf?

user07 yeah, can’t say i didn’t expect them to end soon enough

user99 she was trying to comfort him and he snapped at her? yeah, i’d hope they’re over

user20 she deserves better

user19 it’s just an argument, everyone is being so overdramatic

user3 do i think they’re over? no. if we know anything about y/n, it’s that she’s forgiving, sometimes to a fault.

user67 i don’t think they’re broken up but if she was leaving alone and crying, i hope they will be soon enough

user82 has anyone thought that maybe he didn’t need comforting?

user13 umm, obviously he did if he snapped at her

user98 idk about everyone else, but i do think they’re broken up if she left alone and was visibly upset

user23 oh i can’t wait to hear what she writes about him. i’ve known he seemed too good to be true

february 14th, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial happy valentines to my favorite boy 🤍

the most kind-hearted, respectful, and loving man i’ve ever had the pleasure of being able to call mine. nobody is perfect, but i think you’re pretty close to it. i’m so eternally grateful to have you in my life 🤍

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user6 oh, she’s still with him

user02 y/n, baby, please come to your senses

user14 i don’t like him at all after last month

jackhughes happy valentines, beautiful girl ❤️

user65 “nobody is perfect” oh, mother is telling us rn

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march 23rd, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi looks like y/n and her hockey beau have called it quits! eagle eyed fans spotted last night that they’ve unfollowed each other on instagram and y/n deleted all photos of him.

previously, y/n ONLY followed jack, now she’s back down to 0, which fans seem to read as a finality to their relationship.

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user95 about time! after that spat in january, i feel like everyone was waiting for this

user72 EVERYONE MOVE! EVERYONE REJOICE! MOTHER IS FREE!

user24 GOOD RIDDANCE!!

user61 can’t wait to hear who the catalyst was, him or her?

user3 obviously she’ll make herself out to be the victim

user61 @/user3 tell me you’ve never actually listened to y/n without telling me you’ve never actually listened to y/n 🙄 she doesn’t shy away from admitting if she was the one who ruined a relationship, she admits she has problems and that sometimes she gets in her own head

user8 it was obviously him after that video in january

user23 everyone is celebrating but have we stopped for a second to realize that she’s probably really heart broken right now?

user70 fr! like, she seemed so in love with him and i feel so bad for her. she seemed to love him a lot more than her exes and we all know she’s a hopeless romantic at heart, so she was probably imagining marriage and babies with him and then he showed his true colors

april 1st, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial there’s always a fool, but i guess all’s fair in love and poetry… new album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. out May 14 🩶

but surprise! the first and only single, Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? comes out April 19 🩶

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user18 MOTHER DOES NOT PLAY!!! AHHH

user63 may 14th 💀 she said “i’m not fucking around, y’all WILL know who this is about.”

user9 significance of may 14th?

user63 @/user9 it’s jack’s birthday 💀

user00 OH SHE MUST REALLY HAVE SOME SHIT TO SAY IF SHE’S ACTUALLY DROPPING A SINGLE BEFORE THE ALBUM

user78 i wonder if jack feels stupid yet

user12 new y/n album before GTA6

user93 the vibes??? mother didn’t write an album, she wrote a EULOGY

april 19th, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial at this hearing, i stand before my fellow members of The Tortured Poets Department with a summary of my findings.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? out now.

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user72 i’m speechless

user2 “you don’t get to tell me about sad” SHE REALLY FUCKING DID THAT

user33 I AM IN SHOCK!

user94 MOTHER CALLED HIM OUT

user78 once again i ask, @/jackhughes do you feel stupid yet?

user61 dude just got surgery and she still came for his neck 😭

user09 i mean, not like she was gonna change the release date just because of that but it’s still so 😭

user22 “the scandal was contained….. at all costs keep your good name” she really spoke on the january spat, didn’t she?

user12 “WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?”

user77 @/jackhughes you should be

john.marino97 🩶🩶

user82 oh he’s MESSY! i love it 💀

user50 tbh, i look at this single like a warning. it sounds like jack didn’t think it through before he broke her heart and didn’t think she would speak on him, but she’s warning him right now that he should be scared because she has a lot to say about him and their relationship

user31 she’s so— i love her

february 8th, 2025

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february 10th, 2025

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial brand new, full throttle <3

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user93 i- did she just inadvertently tell us we’ve all been wrong about who So High School is about?

user77 this is the fastest she’s ever gotten into a new relationship and you know that means she has to be in LOVE

user04 AHHHHH Y/N AND JOHN MARINO

user82 how do you know it’s him? she didn’t even tag anyone and you can’t see his face

user04 @/user82 she posted john on her story a couple days ago! they’re on vacation together while he’s on bye-week!

user23 i don’t wanna get ahead of myself but,,, they met through jack, did they not? and now they’re dating? mother is messy

user51 is it messy? yeah, maybe- but people have already looked back through old interviews of his, and she’s been his celeb crush for a WHILE now. and i mean, hey, she’s dating someone only a couple years older than her now, one can only assume he’s more mature than j*ck

user92 the way she clings onto him 🥹

user88 she deserves happiness, i really hope he gives that to her 🫶

john.marino97 i knew what i wanted and i got her ♥️

[milla-frenchy]

Blackmail

4k5 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Joel Miller Summary: in exchange for his help to let Joel and you out of the QZ, a new soldier, Javier, asks him for something more than just ration cards Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dubcon. Cucking chair, praise kink, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, rimming, anal, threesome, double penetration, creampie a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog Kate, I can't thank you enough for helping me and beta-ing me. Thank you SO MUCH ILY 🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️

Playlist | ao3 | series masterlist

Masterlist

Joel had to go pick up supplies from Bill and Frank. He had started to prepare his equipment for the next evening, and was waiting for the usual guard to give him the agreed Oxy pills. But another guard showed up at the appointment. A new one, arrived in the QZ a few weeks ago. Joel had seen him some times since then, and he didn't like his smugness.

“John was assigned to another position. He told me about you. You’re gonna do business with me, Miller, if you want to get out of the QZ tomorrow.”

Joel frowned. Annoyed by this unexpected situation, and having to deal with a soldier he didn't know, and whose smirk he just wanted to wipe off his face.

“And John thought I would trust a guy who just got here?”

“John and I were together in Kansas City, before he came to Boston. The KC QZ is down now, and I joined him here so that we work as a team like we did there. There are guys like you in every QZ Miller, don’t think you’re the boss.”

Joel smiled and said “you have a big mouth for a new guy. I'll check if John can vouch for you, and we'll do business if everything’s ok. Your name?"

“Javier Peña. Peña, to you” he said with a smirk. Joel thought Peña was an asshole and the worst part was he totally owned it.

Joel handed the usual ration cards to Peña, who laughed at him.

"Oh no. I'm not a softy like John. You’re gonna have to give me more than that if you want to get out.”

Joel’s nostrils wrinkled at this guy’s insolence.

“Your price?”

“Oh, no worries, it will cost you a lot less in resources.”

“Spit it out.”

"Your girlfriend. Tonight," Peña smirked.

Joel grabbed Peña by the throat and pushed him against the wall, but the man pushed him back.

“I saw you walking around with her in the area. You must be proud to walk around with a woman like that. You see I'm nice, it won't cost you anything in ration cards."

Joel smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

“You know Miller, I know enough about you to ruin your life here. Your small domination of the contraband market, if you don't want it to end, you'll have to review your priorities. And your possessions. It's up to you how much you need to get outta the QZ tomorrow night"

Joel was thinking fast. His desire to beat Peña’s face quickly gave way to his concern about rationing. Survival was complicated in the QZ, with Fireflies' bombardments creating a shortage of supplies. He looked Peña in the eye and said, “see you here in 2 hours”

“Sure, Miller,” the man replied with a smirk.

Joel came back to the apartment, you were packing your backpack getting ready to leave for Bill and Frank’s. As soon as he entered, you saw that something was wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“John has been reassigned. A new guard took over. I stopped by at John’s before coming home, the guy is sure”

“Okay, what’s the problem then?”

"His price."

“Damn Joel, we’re almost out of ration cards. How much does he want?”

“He doesn't want cards. He wants… fuck… He wants you. Tonight”

You leaned back in your chair when you heard his words “son of a bitch…”

“We’ll think of something. We'll try to exit through another passage,” Joel said.

"You know we can’t, we already tried. Damn that motherfucker… what did you tell him?”

“That I'll meet him… in an hour now, at the usual rdv point.”

"OK. We’ll go meet him then.” You saw Joel’s look, and you explained to him: “we’ll try to find something else to offer him”

You looked at each other, gloomily. One motherfucker was screwing up your business, asking you the worst possible thing.

When you arrived, Peña wasn't there. Just as you were about to leave, he showed up.

“You make us wonder if you’re serious, Peña. Will you be that punctual when you have to take us out?”

“When I take you out, we’ll be doing business. Here, we lay the foundations, right?”

He turned to you, and looked at you from head to toe.

“You’re pretty, Hermosa. Ready to do business with me?”

“We can offer you pills. Meds. What do you want instead of ration cards?”

“The problem, Hermosa, is that I don’t need any pills or meds. I'm not some junkie guard you can pressure in exchange for his fix. My offer is non-negotiable. Either we agree right now, or you take another path.”

He looked at you, then at Joel, smiled and said “Oh right… there ain't any other paths”

You looked at Joel who was clenching his fists, furious. And you said, “Okay. My terms.”

“Let’s see if you can be reasonable”, Peña replied, smiling

“Our apartment. Joel will be there the whole time. And it will only happen once.”

“Mmmm… I don’t mind the idea of ​​having an audience. But it will be in my apartment, no way I’m going to yours, what if it’s a trap. And it will happen once, okay. Once per exit. If you need to leave the QZ again, the conditions will be the same”

Peña looked at you, then at Joel. “Deal?”

You answered “deal”, with a crestfallen face. Joel nodded, his lips pursed.

"Perfect! Pleasure making business with you!” The soldier was smiling again. 

As you were leaving, you heard him say “Don’t fuck with me Miller”

Neither of you turned around.

You walked home in silence. Once home, Joel let his anger out “No way. No way we’re letting him win this… that… That’s insane. As if you are a fucking commodity”

“Enough Joel”

“Enough? How can you be so calm?”

"We have no choice. Many women go through… this to get resources. I had to do it in the past.”

Your gaze softened when you saw Joel’s expression.

“I’m supposed to prevent this from happening, sweetheart”

“We have no choice, Joel. This bastard got us. But we’ll get out of this. And we’re gonna grab everything we need so we won’t have to go out before this asshole gets assigned somewhere else.”

You arrived at Peña's apartment at the agreed time.

He opened the door, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile on his lips, and you saw him for the first time without his uniform and helmet.

Brown mustache, broad shoulders. Tight black shirt that showed off his biceps. Tight black jeans. Quite a handsome man, you thought. Telling yourself that it would possibly be more pleasant that way, before feeling guilty. 

Joel’s presence made you hope that he wouldn’t behave like a total psycho.

He let you in, and gave Joel a nod, to which he didn’t respond.

A bottle of whiskey and 3 glasses were placed on the coffee table in his living room. His apartment was clean and smelled good. Turning your head to the right, you saw part of his bedroom. His bed with white sheets. Looking good.

You swallowed your saliva, and said “let’s get it over with, Peña”

He smiled at you, and said “Javier for you. Javi even, if we get along”

You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on Joel’s arm, ready to explode.

Javier filled the three glasses and said "let's have a drink, we're not savages."

Javier was enjoying his drink looking at you, smiling.

Joel finished his quickly, tapping the glass against the table to set it down.

You drank yours in one go, in need of liquid courage.

Without taking his eyes off you, Javier told Joel to go and sit in the armchair in his bedroom, near the bed. Joel looked at you then walked towards Javier pointing his finger at him “nothing twisted. You hurt her I’ll tear you apart”

“Relax man. I'm here for her pleasure and mine. I never hurt ladies. Quite the opposite in fact.”

Joel looked at you again and went to sit in the assigned place.

Javier extended his arm in the same direction, smiling at you - without his usual smirk - to invite you to go to the bedroom.

Near the bed, you turned towards him and began to undress.

“Wow wow Hermosa. No rush.”

You stopped your movements and lowered your arms alongside your body, while Javi moved closer to you.

To your astonishment, he caressed your cheek with his hand, and kissed your other cheek delicately. His mustache brushed against your skin, it was silky and didn't sting. He smelled good. 

“You’re beautiful, baby”

You were confused.

“Listen, Hermosa. I’m not a freak. I won’t hurt you. I just want us to have a good time. Not just me, but you too. If you let me take care of you, maybe it will be more pleasant for you, and for me too. And your boyfriend sitting next to you might be able to relax too.”

Your gaze shifted from Javier’s eyes to Joel’s, who nodded. He also thought that it would be more pleasant for you if you could relax.

You thought about the times you had to have sex with men in exchange for equipment, ammo, meds. When you had to look at the ceiling waiting for them to finish, with the urge to vomit at hearing their grunts. And when, disgusted, you did your best to make them cum in your mouth as quickly as possible.

Ok…why not try something else and let him do as he said?

“Can I have another glass of whiskey?” you asked. 

“Of course, Hermosa”. He went to get the bottle and the three glasses, which he filled. You bottomed yours in one go, and said “Ok, Javier” using his first name to try to keep him in this rather… pleasant state of mind.

Joel had his 2nd drink.

Javier didn't.

Javier moved closer to you, unbuttoning your blouse, and brushing his hands over your breasts, going down to each button. You couldn’t help but shiver when you felt his touch, which made him smile.

He pushed aside the tails of your blouse and revealed your breasts in a bra. Their soft plus, spilling out.

“your breasts are beautiful Hermosa”

He took them in his hands gently, stroking their roundness, then slipped his hands behind your back to unhook your bra. He took it off and dropped it to the floor, before taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking it gently, your other breast covered by his warm hand. You moaned and closed your eyes under the effect of his mouth and his tongue. He was good at it. You opened your eyes, looking at Joel, who nodded again, and saw him readjusting in his jeans.

Your attention shifted back to Javier, who was unbuttoning your pants and then tugged them down to the top of your thighs. He slid his hand against your crotch and felt your wetness in your panties. He smiled.

He kissed you, first placing his lips on yours, and pressing your body against his. You felt the bulge of his crotch as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling it with yours. You welcomed him with desire, his actions and words made you forget why you were in this soldier's bedroom, with your partner watching you, sitting in an armchair near the bed.

Javier grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled them down, getting on his knees as he grabbed your pants as well, before removing the entire thing from your ankles.

He looked at you and just when you thought he was going to get up, he ran his tongue over your pussy. You tensed and looked at Joel who had grabbed the arms of the chair. You shook your head “no”, telling him to stay seated.

No man you had to fuck for resources had ever eaten you out. They were there to fuck, and didn't care about your pleasure. This was… new. And even if the intimacy made you uncomfortable, the contact of his tongue was already having its effects.

"You're wet, Hermosa. Good"

And you couldn't help biting your lip and closing your eyes, as he continued to lick you gently, parting your pussy with his fingers so he could push his tongue deeper between your folds.

You put your hand over your mouth, holding back a moan. No one else had made you cum, besides Joel, in years. And you were now standing in front of a man who had blackmailed you, and whom you had met a few hours before.

Javier got up, and asked you in a soft voice to go sit on the bed. Then he took off his shirt, revealing his broad, hairless torso. He was handsome, muscular, but not too much. His broad shoulders made you want to curl up on them like a cat. 

Then he unzipped his jeans.

He approached you and you looked at Joel, who had a less… furious look than you thought. You looked at Javi’s crotch, he was hard. Before you could think about it further, Javi was in front of you.

“I won’t force you to suck my dick. But I really wish you would, when I see those pretty lips. Would you like to pull down my jeans and see if you like my cock enough to?”

Shit… you definitely didn’t expect the evening to go like that.

You placed your hands on his hips, and looked at the bulge that the jeans couldn't hide. He had a big cock. You started to pull down his jeans. He had no underwear. His cock sprang out, pointing up at the ceiling.

“Fuck…”

He smiled and said “come on baby, don’t tell me that this big guy doesn’t have a big cock too. Everything about him exudes cock domination. The big, strong, man everyone is afraid of”. But apparently not Javi.

You looked up at Javier then rolled your eyes.

You looked down at his cock again. Pink. A few veins, including a major one on the side. He was well groomed, his balls firm and… tempting.

The  thickness and length was equivalent to Joel's cock.

You hesitated for one last second then spat into your hand, before grabbing his cock and starting to jerk him off.

Joel in the armchair, was watching you from the side, then his eyes raised towards Javier who was caressing your cheek. His blood, which was boiling with anger, gradually gave way to the excitement. He never thought that would be the case, but seeing you seduced by another man, wanting another man, excited him. He felt more and more cramped in his jeans.

You grabbed Javier by the hips and pulled him closer to you, before running your saliva onto the tip of his cock. You placed your thumb and swirled it gently before starting to jerk him again. Then you brought your tongue closer, and licked his slit, tasting his precum, slightly salty. You moaned and took him into your mouth, gently sucking and licking his tip. His cock felt…good. The more you had his cock in your mouth, the more you salivated. You lowered your mouth to the edges of his tip, licking them with the tip of your tongue, before taking him entirely back into your mouth, this time encircling him with your lips, and starting a back and forth movement where you took him more and more into your mouth.

“Fuck Hermosa you… that’s so good”  Javier hadn't said a word for several minutes, your effect on him was that big.

Your hand that was placed on his hip came down to cup his balls. 

“Damn… you’re gonna kill me”

You were sucking his full length, your nose burying in his pubic hairs. You moaned, having forgotten the situation completely. You moved your mouth up from the base of his shaft to the tip, wrapping your lips around it, then you pulled him out of your mouth.

You couldn't resist tasting his balls. You looked up at him, the tip of your tongue level with the tip of his cock, and gently lowered it down to his balls.

“Mierda…”

You started to jerk him off again, and you licked his ball. Hairless. You felt it rolling under your tongue, before moving on to the second one. You licked them for a long time, moving from one to the other, before taking his cock back into your mouth and sucking his entire length.

Javier’s hands, previously resting on your head without applying pressure, began to press against your temples. He accompanied your movement, moaning, until he said “ok pretty girl, come lie down otherwise I’m gonna cum in your mouth”

You released him, licking his tip one last time, and lay down, looking at Joel. He had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Hands resting on the arms of the chair.

Javi removed his jeans and came to lie down, his head between your legs. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on you, the taste was delicious”

He parted your folds with his fingers, and without taking his eyes off you he ran his tongue over your wet pussy, from your hole to the clit. You moaned and said “oh god…Javi”, cupping your breasts in your hands. You spread your thighs to give him more access and you heard him say "mmm...you taste so good Hermosa...you're so wet"

You looked at Joel again. He held his cock in his hand and was jerking himself gently. He looked wrecked. He saw your gaze blurring with pleasure, and he gripped his cock tighter, continuing to jerk off.

Javi was still eating you out, running his tongue through your folds, then lingering on your clit. He gently rubbed against the mattress and you heard him moan. You felt his fingers caress your pussy, mingling with his tongue. Then he inserted two fingers into your soaking pussy, focusing on your clit with his tongue.

“I want you to cum on my tongue and on my fingers hermosa. Cum for me, I wanna hear you”

He turned his fingers to find your sensitive spot, you felt an incredible heat and pleasure rising from deep within your insides. He came to place a hand on yours, which was caressing your breasts, continuing to finger fuck you with the other, and to suck your clit with his tongue.

‘Oh Javi… Javi… I’m gonna come. Please continue. Oh my god.. Oh… Javi!!!”

You exploded in pleasure, your stomach tightening in spasms. He continued to suck on your clit gently, then when your twitching subsided, his tongue joined his fingers inside your pussy. He groaned as he licked all your juices.

He then moved away from your crotch, his mouth and chin glistening. He wiped them with the back of his hand, smiling.

"It doesn't surprise me that you want to keep her so much" he told Joel, but without insolence this time.

“I’m gonna fuck you now baby”

He lay down between your legs and took his cock in his hand, before inserting the tip into your pussy. He stopped at the entrance and kissed you languidly, his tongue searching for yours, then sucking it from his lips. While the two of you were still kissing, he slowly pushed in half of his cock, before pulling back and then pushing in again, this time bottoming out.

He groaned and started to fuck you. Slowly and deeply. You felt every nerve rubbing inside you. His rhythm was soft and sensual. He kissed your cheek, and watched you before kissing you again, softly.

Then he said, still looking at you “wanna join us Miller?”

You widened your eyes, before turning your surprised gaze to Joel.

“I can share. I'm sure the two of us would do you even more good. So?" he asked looking at Joel who was looking at you. You swallowed, and nodded at him. Joel waited a few seconds, stunned by the situation. Then he got up and took off his clothes, before moving closer to the bed. Javi pulled out of you, and said “take my place”. You looked at them and felt yourself getting even wetter.

Joel moved between your legs, stroked your hair with one hand, and entered you gently.

“Oh fuck… Joel…”

Joel closed his eyes from the pleasure he felt. Fucking you after Javier woke something animalistic in him. Feline.

His hips thrusts were almost as gentle as those of Javier, who had settled into the chair that Joel had occupied a few minutes before, jerking off.

“Do you like being shared like that hermosa?”

Your eyes locked with Joel's, you nodded “yeah… yeah I love that”

After a few minutes, Javi stood up and said, "on all fours, pretty girl"

Joel got up, and you settled on your hands and knees. Javi came to sit against the headboard in front of you, his cock clutched in his hand.

Joel put his hands on your hips, and thrust into you, picking up a faster pace this time.

You took Javi’s cock in ​​your hand, and began to suck him, to the rhythm of Joel's cock strokes.

“That’s good hermosa… you’re doing so well. Do you like that, having both of our cocks in you?”

You nodded, your mouth full of his cock. You worked hard to suck him deeper and deeper.

Joel groaned as he watched you suck Javi, and he started to fuck you harder. The pace kept you from taking as much of Javi into your mouth as you wanted, causing you to groan at the loss, and you focused on his tip with your tongue.

Joel slowed down and said "you wanna suck him sweetheart? All of him? Go ahead, suck him”

"Come on Hermosa, listen to your man. He wants you to feel good"

You grabbed the base of his cock, and took him back into your mouth, sucking up and down, deeper and deeper each time. Until he held your head with his hand, and told you "keep me warm princess"

Joel stopped and frowned, waiting for your reaction, to see if you wanted to back off or not. You didn't move, and kept Javi's cock deep in your throat until he released you.

“Good girl”, he said. 

You resumed your movement, and that time Joel grabbed your neck, holding you down on Javi's cock back down your throat, which made him smile.

Joel released his grip, but kept his hand on your neck, accompanying your movements.

Joel picked up the pace slightly again, making you moan under his thrusts. He slid his hand up to your clit, and brushed it gently, before rolling it under his finger. You moaned, Javi’s cock deep in your throat for the 3rd time.

“Come on, cum for both of us this time hermosa. Cum with his cock deep in your pussy and my cock in your throat”

Javi's words turned you on to the max, Joel stroked you just right to make you cum, and you moaned during the climax of your pleasure, your nose in Javi's public hair again.

Joel slipped out off you and said "fuck him now sweetheart". Javi slid underneath you to lay down, you took his cock in your hand and pushed him inside you. Both of you moaned.

Joel sat on his knees, staying behind you, and he spread your ass cheeks with his hands to watch Javi’s cock sink into your pussy.

“Fuck baby… I never thought it would turn me on so much to see you take a cock other than mine”

“Yeah baby? You like that?”

“Mmm mmm”

Joel leaned over your ass, and dropped his saliva on it. He placed his thumb on the ring, and began to caress you.

He told you “wanna try more baby”?

You turned to look at him, and said “Yes Joel…. Yeah” You looked at Javi, who said “fuck me…” with a surprised but delighted look.

Joel spread your cheeks, and licked your ass. Dripped saliva on it. Touched it with his thumb. Then he focused his tongue on it, working to roll it against your ring to relax it.

“Do you like it Hermosa? Do you like getting your ass licked?”

“Yeah… fuck… yeah i love that”

Regularly, Joel would pass your thumb over your ass, bringing it in gradually, spreading your buttocks as far as possible. The indecent position excited you immensely, coupled with Javi's cock ravaging your pussy.

“You have lube Peña?”

“Yeah 1st dresser drawer”. Joel went to retrieve it, opened the bottle and took a dab on his fingers, coming to apply it on your ass. His thumb went in easily now.

Javi gave you a boost for a few minutes, before slowing down to let Joel settle in.

“You’re naughty, baby… you know that?”

You licked his lips before biting them gently.

Joel opened the bottle again and applied lube to his cock, then he settled between your legs.

“Ready baby?”

“Yeah… go ahead Joel, fuck me”

"You often take it in the ass?" Javi asked. 

“Yes… but the double, it will be the first time”

“Ok hermosa, you’re in good hands”

Javi stopped, his cock buried in your pussy, letting Joel manage the pace. Joel pressed his cock against your ass, and began to thrust, your ring gently spreading as he went in. 

You felt every inch of your body acclimating to his shaft.

He pushed in slowly, grunting. Before pulling back, and pushing again. He started to move back and forth, until his balls hit against your pussy occupied by Javi's cock.

“Fuck baby… didn’t know you were such a slut.”

Each of them felt the other's cock through the thin wall of flesh.

Your clit rubbed against Javi, you felt your pleasure rising. Joel’s hands were fixed on your waist, Javi’s on your hips. You weren’t moving, letting your body sway according to their movements.

Looking up, you saw that Javi’s gaze was on Joel, watching him with a satisfied smile.

Javi looked down at your jiggling breasts and said, “Cum hermosa. One last time. Squeeze our cocks, make us cum in both your holes”

You kissed him, in a messy way, until your orgasm made you capsize. They gave you time to come back to yourself, then gradually increased the pace, until they were fucking you hard.

Javi said “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna fill your pussy. You have an after pill, Miller?”

“Yeah go ahead. Fill her up”

Javi kissed you passionately until his moans became grunts, and you felt him shoot the jets of cum deep into your pussy. He pulled out, and you heard Joel's panting speed up.

Joel's hands tightened on your hips, and he froze deep in your ass, sending his hot cum deep into your insides.

He collapsed on your back, while you were lying on top of Javi.

Your breathing struggled to calm down.

Then Joel got up, and Javi followed him. 

You laid down on your stomach, and felt their cum dripping from both of your sore and swollen holes.

“Well… you deserve to go out of the QZ tomorrow,” Javi said, smiling.

Part 2

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[slay00ryu]

Hi hi~! I absolutely love your writing and often find myself coming back to reread many of your pieces. However, it can sometimes be a bit tedious to scroll through all the posts to find a specific one. I was wondering if you’d consider creating a masterlist to make it easier to navigate your work? Of course, there’s no obligation to do this if it’s too much trouble—I just thought I’d ask!

Omg yes!!!

(i had to look this thing up lmao)

N's Masterlist <3

The Devil - Ronin

Date with your Devilish Butcher

When the Devil is there for you.

The Devil is Your Saviour. - Ronin X trans!fem reader

Ronin's Headcanons

The Devil helps an Angel lose its wings

Sweet Killer Obsession

The Devil's Hyper Man.

Veins Filled With Caffeine Poison

Serenading the Devil.

Submitting Your Aorta To the Devil.

Devil To the Rescue.

Devil's Fucked Up Darling

3am Delusions.

Devilish Healing Assistance

The Devil's Devotee.

The Words Of a Snake.

Devil's Special Care.

Afraid Of the Dream.

The Devil's Celebrations.

Alcoholic Lover.

The Saint Becomes the Sinner.

The Heartsick Angel.

Taking care of your overworked angel.

Angelic Healer.

V - Vigilante, Justice, Batman.

When blood stains your hands for the first time, call for w Vigilante.

A nuisance for a Vigilante.

Misaki - The Worldwide Assassin.

In works..

People request something for them pls </3

Other (KC cast, Poly, ships)

KC x Lethargy Reader

Halloween with your killers.

The KC cast when you're sick

KC x Silly Reader

A killer's soothing lover.

N yap about how they write the cast.

And historians call them friends. Luca x reader X Feli

Drag Queen reader x KC

Killers in Distress.

The Chaotic Duo Ronin x Misaki

Celebrating with the Chaotic Duo Ronin x Reader x Misaki

Enemies to lovers... With an additional lover? V x reader x Ronin

Angel, Devil, and a Mortal. Angel x reader x Ronin

More stories will be coming and I will link them here ^^

I wanted to say how thankful I am for you guys, you reading my fics, leaving requests... It means a lot!

I can't believe that I posted my first fic on the 20th of October and now on the 18th of November I have so much fics that we need a whole list!!!

I am so so so thankful for everything my dear pookies

I will be posting more!!!!

That streak has to keep on!!!!

- N <3

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My Bright Star

Kickin' Chicken x reader {part 2}

>>(Part 1) , [part 3]

Summary: You're an orphan child from Playcare who came back to the factory 15 years later after you received a mysterious letter. (Time skip to chapter 3, the part where you fight catnap)

Warnings: gn!reader or fem!reader (whatever you want it be), fluff and angst, kickin's alive and a bit ooc, violence, blood, not proofread so there may be typos and other errors here

A/n: im honestly happy you guys are reading this shit😭 even if its a bit badly written! Here's part 2! I tried my best to narrate the boss battle in my own words. Hope you enjoy... You're up for one hell of a ride.

"Huff... Huff... That was... close! Damn that cat, you need a dental hygienist!" You panted after going through that hell of batteries and red smoke, pinching your nose from the gas. "And of course, I won't volunteer to be one." You sneered, brushing dust off of you.

You immediately went out of the Counselor's Office, but you paused at the door thinking about that dream. You were left hanging with so many questions to ponder about. In your train of thought, Kickin' flew to you and greeted you with a hug. Suprised by his move, you snapped back to reality and returned the hug. "I'm glad you came back in one piece, y/n." He smiled at you warmly.

"Oh was there ever a time I wasn't able to?" You chuckled, looking away from him awkwardly. Sarcasm was making its way into you. Kickin' was deadpan but laughed after a few seconds. You followed his chittering.

"Hey, uh, something's gone wrong. Grab the cord from the Counselor's Office and plug it in underneath the statue!" Ollie called. Ugh, of course he'll be calling. But you have no right to object, he's one of the only few sane people here after all. "We need to reach 100%!"

"Oh yeah, right! Got it." You snapped your fingers, " Goodluck." you went back to the building, grabbed the cord, and pulled it to the statue. "Okay, what was that goodluck for?" You whispered to yourself, Kickin' was behind you watching the surroundings in case something attacks.

"Wait here." You told Kickin' as you reached the door under the statue. He nodded and looked out to the darkness, his eyes glowing fiercely.

You plugged the cord, "96%, just a little bit more," just then, you heard a sound of a key dropping. "A poppy key? For wha--oh." The poppy circuit box, of course. You then went outside and ran towards that circut box. Kickin's footsteps thumping behind. You opened the metal case and pulled out the cord, running back to the statues, you felt a slight chill ran down your spine. You paused for a moment, "What's wrong?" Kickin' asked, "Nothing. Just... I feel like something bad's gonna happen." You reckoned. Kickin' warily looked at Playcare, his eyes searching out for possible predators.

You then continued to go and left the bird yet again outside. You finally plugged in the cord. "And, a hundred perce--!" your face fell deadpan as your triumph was interrupted by Ollie's call, "Okay, that should be enough power. Now take the huge batter to the gas production zone." You looked around spot where Ollie gives you the keys, a large battery glowing blue sat there. " So we can get out of here! It's the door by the cable car you arrived on. Goodluck." The call ended. "Yeah, yeah, Ollie. I know where it is." You muttered, carrying the large heck of a battery. "And that 'goodluck' was uncalled for," walking outside, you saw Kickin' who immediately took the battery from you and walked with you to the gas production zone. "Let me help you with that."

This time, instead of Kickin' waiting outside the door, he crouched himself to go in. "I'm going with you."

"Naw! Don't worry, KC. This is just the gas production zone. No need to worry here. I'm just gonna power up the gas and transfer it to the other tube. That simple!" you reassured him but the rooster clearly wasn't convinced. He kept a raised an eyebrow at you which deflated you. "Sigh... Fine then." You also had a feeling something's up to something anyway.

The two of you proceeded in the Gas Production Zone, "Alright. Gimme the battery." Kickin' handed it to you as you grabbed it using your grabpack. You walked towards the battery socket, Kickin's feather crown raised, alarmed at the surroundings. He hissed at the eerie feeling he's having, "Hm? What's wrong, KC?" You looked back at him, he's looking straight at you. "Uh, kickin', you're scaring me with that look..." something isn't right. You went back to walking to the socket. Kickin' wasn't looking at you, he was looking at something else...

The moment you almost inserted the battery is when CatNap appeared at the door, breathing his red smoke. You coughed, "Gah! What the hell!" Immediately you heard deep crowing sounds behind you, a mix of rooster crowing and a mosnter growling.

Catnap came into vision in a form way more terrifying than he should be. You fell down as fear came crawling through your feet. He walked towards you, each step intimidating than the last. Before he can swipe his claws at you, Kickin' Chicken immediately striked his talons on Catnap's face, earning a yowl from the beast. You immediately stood up as he bought you time to run into the elevator. Amidst of the red mist you saw the two monsters fighting at each other. Growling and crowing and hissing. Fighting each other with each swipe of their claws, blood poured out of them.

You went in the elevator, pressing the button to go up. The two disappeared in the mist but as you sought retreatment in the lift, Catnap appeared in front you. He glared at you with eerie eyes and you took in his frightening form. Skeletal and colorless. Faces and hands were carved on his body, moving and bubbling creepily.

You reached the top of the lift. You panted in a bit of relief of the experience, but worried for kickin'. "No... I... I can't go back. I'm sorry." Tears welled down on your cheeks," I'm sorry, Milo." You sniffed, brushing your tears off. You walked to the red smoke-infested area. "What now?" you protested, seeing a terminal and 4 battery stations. You looked at the monitor and read, "'This room can protect you. It was a safe room before. And it might be what saves you now. Familiarize yourself with it.' Oh no. What am I going to go through now?" You gasped. But you did as you were told, exploring the area. "A gate, a blocked path which I can access through the purple hand. 4 corridors for what? And... a trapdoor?" You listed. Jumping the platforms, opening and closing the gate,you listened to an eerie black VHS tape with what appears to be the 'Prototype' or 1006. You've heard of him numerous times, it was eerie that such an entity exists. And he can change voices! You felt a chill down your spine after watching the tape.

You went back to the terminal and saw the monitor's message changed. " 'The room should still have batteries. Use them to power whatever you need to in the room.' " you scanned the room with batteries scattered around you.

" 'To the left and right side of the room, in both the front and back, there should be small acloves with terminals ready for a charge. See for yourself.' " you hoped this nightmare is about to end. You switched your purple hand to a green hand and activated the receivers. It released steam thick enough to conceal the red gas from the front corridors.

" 'With a battery placed in the receiver, the charge will allow the continuous release of steam. See for yourself.' " again, you tested the back corridors by placing a battery in each of the two sockets. Steam emerged from above.

" 'Place a battery in one of the four receivers behind this terminal. Be alert. CATNAP IS NEAR.' " you read in alarm. "Fuck NO!" You yelled at the monitor. But against your will, you put a battery in one of the terminal's socket.

" 'Time remaining: 180... 179... 178...' " you panicked, your eyes darting around the room in trepidation. "... 176... 175-- *gasp!!* " your head whirled at the back corridor. You looked back and forth to wherever the footsteps were coming from. "L-light!" You switched to your orange hand and fired at the right back corridor. "Did that... work?" Footsteps reverberated in the room, but this time it's on the front corridors. You fired again, hearing something from afar. You charged your green hand and jumped to the blocked room with the two receivers. Activating it, steam was released. Catnap was forced to back down against the steam. You jumped down breathing heavily. "So this is where the battle begins... This is it... I'm scared..." you muttered to yourself. But you remembered Kickin'--rather, Milo, who was left behind. You felt bad for leaving him... "No--I'm not gonna die here!" You said in wavering determination. "Not at this time--" footsteps interrupted you. Doing the same thing, you fired at the 4 corridors, listening to which way is groaning. "The back corridor on the left." you took a battery and placed it in the socket. Steam poured down the monster as he retreated.

Repeating the process, you fired again at the 4 corridors, you listened closely and heard there were two footsteps coming to you. "That one... is an illusuon. The other is real," you said in confirmation. Front right corridor. You charged your green hand and steam was released. Catnap yowled at you.

"Repeat." you muttered, expression guarded and focused. You were sweating bullets at your fight. This time, you can hear three footsteps coming towards you, "One illusion, one is real and... another one?" You fired the flare gun on all of the 4 corridors. One was dispelled as an illusion. One was empty. One groaned. "Back corridor on my right!" You charged the battery socket and steam emerged. A cat's growl was heard. Then the terminal cried an alarm, "Now what?!" You put a battery in one of its 4 battery stations. Two of its sockets are now full. Your focus shifted back to the battle as the other footsteps kept going. "The front left corridor..." You fired at the other three corridors as you spared and listened closely to the fourth. Faint sounds of two claws were gnawing your ear. You took the chance to look at the monitor, "109 seconds... Still too damn long." You hissed.

You attempted to fire at the front left corridor but a familiar tall shadowy figure came to vision. Suddenly an alarm rang above you, the trapdoor was opening and Catnap was sneaking a view from you. Before you could react, a swift yellow whooshed before your eyes, feathers scattering. A loud flap of wings chimed, his talon grabbing the trapdoor handle. Kickin' Chicken voiced a deafening caw at Catnap and slammed the hatch shut harshly.

"Kickin'!" You called out to him. He landed near you and he wrapped his wings around you, and you returned the gesture. But due to his size, you could only grasp his wings. "I'm so glad you're alive!" you cried. He had his right eye as hollow as void due to a clawmark. Blood was gushed out of it, he also had a slash around his torso. He was a little bit bleeding. But you hoped he took a bit of rest before coming here. You had tears, moved by his appearance despite being badly wounded. Your embracement with each other was immediately halted by an alarm. The trapdoor is opening again, Catnap seems to not have yet given up even from Kickin's caw. He hissed at the cat and flew again to shut the hatch.

"87 seconds!" you exclaimed as you shot every one of the corridors, watching out warily for Catnap. Footsteps were nearing to the two of you. "Front left corridor!" You immediately powered the electric receiver, releasing steam to drive Catnap away.

Alarms rang, the hatch is opening. Kickin' plunged to close it. You fired at the four corridors, "Back left empty, back right illusion, front right empty, on the front left!" you powered it again with your green hand and steam was let loose, sending Catnap in a screaming fit.

"68 seconds." you counted, repeating the process on the four corridors. Activating the electric receiver. You whirled and fired at the back left, "Empt--" suddenly the terminal sounded an alarm again, demanding for another battery. "Oh fu--" Kickin' immediately grabbed one of the juices and put it in one of its sockets, putting it into silence. He's the only and most chivalrous monster you've ever seen in your life. You smiled at him warmly, feeling heat on your face. Your expression changed into a hardened one as Catnap's footsteps snapped you back to reality. 'No time for daydreaming! Our lives are on the line right now.' you slapped your cheeks as you pushed down the heat on your cheeks. Kickin' took a glance at your little trance and let out a low chirp.

Firing the back right, which has the fake, the hatch slowly opened again. Kickin' growl-crowed at him and clawed his face. The cat screamed and before he could wound kickin', he immediately snapped him shut.

The two of you worked together in the remaining 1 minute. Going through the same tactics Catnap has. Then the terminal sounded one last alarm, you grabbed a battery but before you can put it in, Catnap dropped from above the hatch and pounced at you. Kickin' seized him away by his talons, he cawing at him in the process.

You stood up shakily, inserting the battery in the last battery station, lighting up the electric port.

You switched to the green hand and powered it up. "KICKIN', BACK AWAY!" you instructed him and he immediately did what you said. You fired the overcharged green hand at Catnap. He tried to exhale red smoke but it only sent him in a fiery fit. "YOU... TRAITOR!" he screamed in a hoarse voice, rolling wildly on the floor trying to put out the fire. Kickin' moved beside you, placing a wing in front of you. He was in a crouched stance, ready to protect you in case Catnap attempts to attack.

Catnap continued to scream in pain, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FOLLOW THE PROTOTYPE."

"I WILL NEVER." He said firmly in anger. The bird tried to attack him but a metal clawed hand emerged from above. Catnap was no longer on fire but he was almost burnt to a crisp. Yet alive as if it didn't hurt him that much.

"I... failed you... my lord..." He looked down, ears drooping. The prototype's hand flipped to look like he's offering a hand to help him. Catnap recovered and kneeled at him, as if offering and praying to him. You and kickin' were watching as the horror unfolds. 1006 stabbed Catnap by his mouth, blood gushed out from the back of his head. The Prototype then dragged his corpse up.

"......"

A/n: NUH-UH. THIS SHIT AINT FINISHED YET. *insane laughter intensifies*I only posted this now cuz this is getting a liiiiiiiittle bit too long so... here ya go, part 2! This is honestly one of the most intense things I've ever written yet in my life...

[starhvney]

may I request a platonic Nana/KC with fem reader at a sleepover? :) binging anime and doing eachothers make up and she's low-key emotional because it's been awhile since a friend has had an interest in her directly and especially her interests,, I always felt bad she was usually pushed aside for being weird :(

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet nana ashida & fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: ‘part of me will know deep down that i am pretty cool. part of me that knows i never cared for being cool.’

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, platonic, a bit of reverse hurt/comfort, nana being a sweetie cutie patootie

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: kinda short but i really love and in some ways relate to nana, so this was really lovely to write :’) i also got sad when other characters just saw her as weird. also, when writing this i was like, oh yeah! binging anime and baking!! and after i finished writing the fic i read that you wrote makeup ;( i hope you still like it!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

the sweet smell of fresh baked goods permeated through the kitchen as the warmth of the oven surrounded you like a warm and familiar hug. you and nana stand side by side, frozen in place as the two of you zone out at the tv you had moved to the counter. its screen plays an episode of a shoujo anime, one that nana had persuaded you to watch with her. 

you flinch when you realize you stuck your hand too far into the mixing bowl, your fingers slowly sinking into the freshly made dough instead of rolling it into balls like you were supposed to. 

a squeal leaves nana’s lips as she jumps up and down in excitement, hugging onto your arm with a grin. you glance back at the screen to see that the love interest had finally kissed the main character.

“it only took, what, twelve episodes?” you giggle, earning a huff and nudge from the pink-haired girl.

“hey, this is a special moment, okay! wasn’t it cute?”

“yes, yes. it was super cute,” you concede. “i really liked that one! you have good taste.” 

“i’m glad,” she turns her attention back down to the heart-shaped cake she was frosting. “...my interests can be a little weird, but i’m glad you like them.”

you turn to her curiously, noticing her strange change of tone and how the baked good in front of her suddenly was much more interesting than anything else in the room.

“i don’t think they’re weird.” you insist, attention drawn to how her tail anxiously flicked back and forth.

“i just mean most people think i’m kind of strange,” she says, waving her hand dismissively as if it were no big deal. “my hobbies aren’t really… normal.”

you wrinkle your nose, eyebrows furrowing.

“what’s “normal”, anyway?” nana’s round eyes flick back to you, her expression taken aback. “sounds boring.”

she lets out a quiet laugh suddenly, covering her mouth before looking down at the cake with a distant smile on her face.

“yeah, i guess i never really wanted to fit in anyways.”

the two of you continue to bake in comfortable silence, letting the soft hum of the tv fill your ears as you both focus on your tasks. the setting sun shines through the windows, casting an orange glow on both of your faces. when the episode ends, nana softly sets down her butter knife, turning to look at you. as your eyes meet hers, you’re shocked at the emotion you find in them, molten gold glistening as tears gather on the surface.

“i’m so glad you’re my friend,” lean hands reach out for yours, cupping them in an earnest show of appreciation. “i hope you know how much you mean to me.”

you squeeze her hands back, eyes widening as you try to think of a response to her sudden affection.

“i feel like i can really be myself around you. people have always brushed off my interests and called them silly, but you genuinely care. thank you.”

“of course, nana,” you pull her into a hug. “you’re one of the kindest and most interesting friends i’ve ever had.”

she sniffles and clears her throat, pulling from the hug to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen from her lashes.

“really?” her voice is small, tight with surprised uncertainty.

you tilt your head, giving her a soft smile.

“yeah… i actually was gonna say we should do this more often. you know, have sleepovers like this where we try out a new hobby we’re interested in.”

“really, really?!” her eyes light up in elation, her sentiment quickly shifting into pure excitement once again. “you’d want to try crochet? and dollmaking? are you sure?”

“uh, duh! that sounds like so much fun.”

she squeals in happiness, engulfing you in another hug and spinning you both around in the kitchen. the smell of her vanilla and strawberry-scented perfume filled your nose, a scent that she had donned and owned since high school.

"we should make a list!"

after spinning and giggling a bit longer, you two soon returned to your previous activities, debating if the second male lead was a better choice or not while munching on your freshly baked sweet treats.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[idontplaytrack]

Bottle You Up

K.C. Cooper x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language

In which reader is down with the flu and K.C. takes care of her.

I gave up on this halfway but I got mad at myself for that and wanted to finish it somehow 💀

KC🩵: Hey, babe. Are you up? I’m about to leave for school. [delivered 7:10a.m.]

KC🩵: Want me to pick you up? [delivered 7:14a.m.]

You hear your phone buzzing on the nightstand, but you felt too out of it to pick it up to check it.

KC🩵: I’m worried. [delivered 7:18a.m.]

KC🩵: Is everything okay? [delivered 7:18a.m.]

Groaning, you blindly reached for the device and squinted to look at the screen. Sighing when you realised who it was, you still responded to the texts anyway. Otherwise she’ll never stop texting and you’ll never be able to go back to sleep.

y/n: All good, just feeling a little under the weather. Have a gd day at sch love u

Tossing your phone aside, you wrapped yourself under the covers tightly, feeling a chill. After way too much tossing and turning, you finally got comfortable enough to fall back asleep and allow your body to rest. You weren’t sure hoe much time has gone by but you did wake up to someone yelling at you from the front door.

“y/l/n! Yo! You can’t must text me that the. expect me to do nothing?!”

It was K.C.. You fell out of bed, forcing yourself to get up and peek through your window. Evidently, she spots you looking and gestured for you to come and get the door to let her in. Groaning with each step you took, you eventually reached the door and pulled it open. “Finally.” She sighs, entering your house.

“What’s the matter with you? Why won’t you just tell me what was bothering you?”

“What?” You asked shakily, finding her words a little harsher than usual.

“You just text me that you were feeling under the weather, then what? You were expecting me to leave you alone? Not a chance.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Well, right now, you look like death.”

“Good, ‘cause I feel like it.” You grumbled, trudging over to the couch and collapsing onto it. She walks over to you and felt your forehead, “Let me guess— you didn’t take any meds for it?”

You didn’t even respond. So, she just went ahead and to grab you the meds from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, along with a glass of water. “Take this, I’ll go make you some soup.”

You swallowed harshly at her mention of food, reaching out to take the pill and glass. “No.” You murmured, holding the pull in your mouth meanwhile. “What do you mean, no? It’s one o’clock in the afternoon. You need to eat something.”

You swallowed the pill then said, “No.”

“Babe.” She sighs, taking the glass from you and set it down on the coffee table.

“You don’t get it.” You choked on a sob, “My head hurts so bad I feel like I might throw up even if I just move the slightest bit.”

K.C.’s gaze softened as she held your hands in her own, “I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry, I was just so worried because we weren’t hearing from you at all. I’m sorry, I just need to calm…down. What can I do to make you feel better?”

You shrug, sniffling. “I dunno.” You laid your head in her lap, “Sorry. I should’ve…”

“No, no. Don’t apologise for that. You’re not feeling well, you did the right thing by resting up.” She says, her fingers started combing through your knotted hair, “Close your eyes and just rest.”

“I feel like shit.” You muttered.

“The trashcan’s right beside us. And I’m right here, alright? Don’t worry.” She promised.

With her palm on your stomach, the warmth soothes the ache, allowing you a bit more rest while waiting for the pill to take effect. “You’re alright, love. You’re alright.” She coaxed, watching you doze off under her comforting touch.

Your sleep didn’t last too long however, since you were hit with a pang of nausea the moment your eyes opened up again. K.C. gets the trashcan to you right away, allowing you to spill the contents of your stomach into it. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just let it out, don’t think about anything else, don’t look at it.”

Completely exhausted and freezing all you could do was listen to her talking to you. She got rid of whatever was in the trash can then returned to your side. She sees you curled up in the fetal position on the couch under your blanket. “Still cold?”

You nodded, mumbling unclearly.

“I’ll turn the heat up a little.” She does and then came back so you could snuggle with her.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You told her.

“You’re not. Don’t ever think that you are bothering me, alright?” She says.

“Don’t get too close though.”

“Too late, I don’t get sick that easy anyway.” She grins, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “You know, sometimes I wish I could just bottle you up and keep you safe in my pocket.”

You giggle, “What?”

“Yeah, you know? After fighting bad guys with my family for so many years, this world is freaking terrifying. And you’re my girlfriend, I would love to be able to protect you from all the bad things.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” You cracked a smile.

She mirrors your smile, “I’m serious, though. Wish I could protect you from everything bad. It just sucks to see you sick and I can’t really do anything about it.”

“I know, I appreciate the thought but you can’t really do that.” You chuckled lightly.

“One can dream, right?” K.C. shrugs, laughing as she held onto your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You can also give me cuddles.” You looked up at her with a cheeky gaze.

“That I can do.” K.C. nodded, “I see the meds have kicked in. That’s good.”

“They have indeed.” You traced your fingers all over the back of her hand mindlessly.

“I’m glad.”

[cinewhore]

Starfish

pairing: Doug Renetti x fem!reader word count: 4k warnings: fluff, angst, smut: vaginal penetration, cumshot a/n: in a minx mood! I just finished the second season and fell in love with the characters again. Folks have also been asking me about this so I guess this can live on here again. no beta and this is kind of old lolz. Enjoy & give credits to the gif creators!

Popping your grape flavored gum, your eyes fly across the screen of the game you were currently engrossed in, hips swaying back and forth to KC & The Sunshine Band “Get Down Tonight”.  You came to the Hot Spot bar often, checking the high score of space invaders. You were the top player of the famed game ever since Charlie installed it and he always made sure to tuck away tokens for you whenever you showed up. 

It wasn’t your thing, playing video games. With the increase of working days and a higher demand for adult content, you were always looking to blow off steam that wasn’t sex related. You drunkenly stumbled upon the flashy box and were hooked. 

“C’mon, you piece of shit, eat my dust!” you mutter, tongue poking out a bit as your concentration deepens. The colored aliens jump around, narrowly avoiding your blazing ray gun. You weren’t going down without a fight and with a quick flip of your wrist, the last three aliens on your screen were blasted to hell. The machine dings as NEW HIGH SCORE appears, prompting you to input your initials for the scoreboard. You continue to hum to the song, jerking the joystick around the alphabet to claim your rightful throne. 

F.U.K

“Whew momma, I’d know those hips anywhere.” 

You bite a smile as you finish your gaming session, tossing your purse back over your shoulder. Turning around, you come face to face with Doug Renetti. He holds up two shot glasses filled with brown liquor, shaking them a bit to entice you. 

“You’re late.” 

Doug laughs and it pings your heart. You hated how much you liked to hear his laughter. 

“What can I say, I’m a busy guy.” 

You permit the rugged looking man to escort you to a booth, sliding in across from him and accepting the drink. 

“Too busy for me even? Wow!” you joke, signaling to the bartender for another round. 

“Never too busy for my favorite girl.” Doug flashes you a smile, dazzling you with his pearly whites. You bite your lip and lean back against the plush seat. 

“You go to work today?” 

Doug nods, thanking the waitress for the new set of drinks. “Yeah. I, uh, actually got this new magazine in the works. It’s gonna be big, I can feel it.” 

“So I heard.” 

Doug raises an eyebrow, massaging his sharp nose. “Oh yeah? Tony keeping tabs on me now?” 

You let out a nervous chuckle, rolling your eyes. Tony was always a sore subject of conversation. Your current boss, Tony Delgatto owned one of the biggest adult production companies in L.A. Tony and Doug started in the industry together but lines were crossed and the two went their separate ways. Tony and Doug both refuse to discuss what exactly happened between them and you knew better than to ask. Something about men with their dicks and egos. 

“No, the porn industry is just very small. Word travels fast.” you shrug but Doug wasn’t buying it. 

“How much did Bambi tell you?” 

You giggle into your glass. “Everything.” 

Doug groans. “She never stops talking, that Bambi.” 

“We go to the same hair salon! What else are we supposed to talk about, the weather?” 

“Yeah, that’d be nice for a change.” 

You scoff. “Oh, geez, maybe next time I’ll lead off with a: Hi Bambi, how’s the weather today? Oh! It’s mid-70s? Again? Someone call the press!”

“Yeah, alright. I get it.” 

A moment of silence passes by and you know exactly where this is going. 

“The offer still stands-” 

“Doug! Can we not do this today?” 

Doug’s face softens, his normal joking demeanor changing into something serious. “You’re a goddamn sex symbol and instead of becoming a household name, you’re wasting potential by showing your ass on a calendar spread where February has thirty days in it!” 

“Hey! Gertrude apologized for that and got new ones printed.” 

Doug sighs. “What I’m saying is that I can take good care of ya and present you to the world in the right way. You need to be on magazine covers, video tapes, television, not that other shit.” 

You clear your throat, gazing down at your hands in your lap. Doug was right. He tends to be, having done this for such a long time. Even as a high school dropout, Doug always felt that he was smarter than any test could prove. His business started off a tad rocky but once both of his feet were planted firmly on the ground, it took off. You always teased that he was hiding all his secrets in his hair. 

“I know my worth,” you assert. “And I’ve been working with Tony for years, if I just up and left for his biggest competitor he’d blackball me before I even left the parking lot.” 

Doug downs his drink. “Yeah….maybe.” He takes in your sullen expression. “I didn’t mean to make you upset, let me make it up to you.” 

You give him a half smirk. “Oh yeah? And just how do you plan to do that, Douglas?” 

The walls to the single stall squeal as you get fucked against it, holding onto Doug for dear life. You were happy that you decided to wear a dress for the occasion, forgoing the bright colored tights due to the warm weather. Your underwear was currently dangling off of your right foot, legs thrown across Doug’s arms. 

“Now this,” Doug grunts, shifting his angle and hitting a deeper spot that made you cry out. “Is some grade-A pussy.” 

You laugh breathlessly. “Don’t you fucking forget it, sweetheart.” you grab a handful of his hair, tugging on it hard to spur him on further. 

The bass of the music playing seeps into the restroom, helping to conceal the moaning you were doing. Doug licks at your throat, analyzing your facial expressions. Even though you were a performer, he could tell from certain ticks that this wasn’t an act. Doug knew how to fuck you good and he was cocky about it. Some days he took it for granted but today he wanted to savor the moment, he wanted to make you unravel as many times as he possibly could. 

Creeping over to the sink, Doug sets you down and flips you over, spreading your legs with his foot. He doesn’t warn you as he enters you again, slowing down his pace in order to catch his breath. 

Your eyes meet in the mirror and you grin, eyes half open. He towers over you and tugs at the front of your dress, yanking it down enough to release your breasts. Doug kneads your tits, fingers pulling at your nipple. You whine, arching your back more. 

“I’m a pretty girl, say it.” 

Your eyes open all the way as you stare at Doug who doesn’t skip a beat. 

“Say it or I swear to God I’ll stop.” 

He thrust forward more harshly and you shuffle your feet around to accommodate him more. 

“I’m-oh-I’m a-” 

Doug smacks your ass. “Eyes on me when you say it.” 

You force yourself to glance at Doug. “I’m a pretty girl.” 

Doug nods. “Again.”

“I’m a pretty girl.”

He grabs your neck, pulling you up straight against his chest. “The prettiest fucking girl with the best pussy, ain’t that right.” 

You mumble and whimper affirmations, losing yourself to an orgasm. “I’m comin’, Doug, please.” 

“Uh huh, honey, I’m not done with you yet.” 

Doug slips out and prompts you to sit on the sink, positioning himself in between your legs. You groan as he enters you again, your immense amount of wetness making it an easy process. 

You surge forward kiss Doug, licking into his mouth. Your tongues fight for domination, Doug devouring all of your soft moans. 

“You want my cum?” 

Your head bobbles as you say yes. 

“How much you want it?”

“Bad. I want you to cum so badly, Doug.” 

Doug pumps his cock into you a few more times before he pulls out, snatching the condom off. He jerks his shaft, gasping as he spills his seed across your open legs. 

He drops his head on your shoulder, arms locking around your hips. You take a hand and lace it through his hair, humming lowly as your body simmers down from its tiny spasms. 

“Come work for me. Please.” he utters, pressing kisses to your bare shoulders. 

“You know I don’t talk business with your dick out.” 

Doug laughs softly, leaving one last kiss on your cheek before he makes himself decent. You adjust your dress, thanking Doug when he hands you your panties. 

“Doug, you know I can’t work for you.” 

Doug stares off into the distance, nodding to himself. 

“Ok.” 

The whole Tony excuse was played out. You could give a rats ass what Tony thought, you were fucking scared of Doug. You were head over heels for your oldest friend in the city who you sometimes had sex with. Ok, so you had sex a lot but it wasn’t like he was asking you for more and you were happy not to enter that unknown territory. You didn’t want people to think that you were fucking him for special privleges. You didn’t want to admit your true feelings. You didn’t want to get hurt. Not by anyone but definitely not him. 

Doug goes to leave the restroom but stops himself, digging in his suit pocket. He produces a small velvet cloth bag, handing it to you. 

You grab it, looking at him confused. “What’s this?” 

He gestures for you to open it. You gasp openly, a hand flying to your mouth. Inside the bag was a silver starfish necklace. Simple and beautiful. 

Doug takes the necklace from you, fastening it around your neck. He admires the charm, touching it gently. “Saw it and couldn’t stop thinking about how much you would like it. Happy birthday.” 

Doug says nothing else as he leaves you alone in the bathroom, closing out his tab and exiting the bar. 

Tony hadn’t said anything to you all day. 

It was a tough business. Not the industry you’d thought you would be a part of when you first moved out west. You wanted to go to school for marine biology but your parents didn’t approve, saying that the money wasn’t there and you should do something more practical with your life. They agreed to let you go to L.A. but set a hard rule that they weren’t going to support you so you had to find a job while applying to schools. 

Balancing rent, tuition, books, and other bills proved to be too much so you took up a call girl job when an older woman you came across in a bar one night told you that you were wasting your pretty over the phone. 

“Film is where it’s hot, sweet cheeks.” she advised, handing you a business card for Tony. Doug offered to help but you turned him down, saying that phone sex was better because you didn’t want your image to be broadcasted everywhere. 

You weren’t exactly sure when your beliefs changed but talking sexy over the phone wasn’t putting food on your table. 

A Week Later.

You slip your sunglasses on top of your head, popping your gum noisily. You mosey up to the front desk of Bottom Dollar, smiling at the receptionist. The poor girl couldn’t get a word out before Bambi rushes past her, engulfing you in a tight hug. 

“I knew you would show up!” Bambi steps back, grabbing your hand and dragging you through the office. “Doug was adamant that you were not going to come but I just kept telling him that you’d end up here and here you are! My horoscope said that good things come to those who wait.” 

Bambi leads you into the photo area where Doug, Tina, and Richie were observing a new layout. They all turn when you enter with Bambi. Doug sits up straighter when he sees you, eyes zooming in on your neck. 

The necklace was still there. 

“Well would you look at what the cat brought in!” Bambi shrieks. 

You wave, surveying the scene. 

“You came.” Doug says, walking over to greet you with a hug. You hug him back, inhaling his familiar scent. 

“I heard you were struggling to stay afloat so I figured I’d offer a helping hand.” 

Doug chuckles and pulls you over to the table. “Oh really? Wonder where you heard that.” he side eyes Bambi. 

Gazing at the boards on the table, you whip your head up to look at Doug. “Is this for me?” 

Bambi holds up the layout for you to see it clearer. “I came up with the idea!” 

“Well, that’s half true.” Doug points to the board. “With the new magazine we got coming, it’s all about the female gaze. Intellect. What a better way to gain knowledge than having your own fun fact spread! We would feature you in every other issue and we’d use the space to feature fun trivia and facts about the ocean. We could even give some proceeds to a sealife charity of your choice.” 

Tears well up on your eyes as you gaze at Doug’s work. Setting down your purse, you shed off your jacket. 

“Where do I stand?” 

[godsfavoritebabe]

Hey! I'm a new follower and have a Travis Kelce x FEM!reader request.

I was thinking something along the lines of reader is at every KC game and Trav starts to take notice to her and they start hanging out as friends. But reader decides to stand on the sidelines and wear distracting outfits to, well, distract Trav. And it works and boy do things get hot...you can make it as smutty as you'd like, that is totally up to u ❤️ maybe aftercare cuddles too...?

Oh my gosh!!!! I’m excited to write this!!! Please look out for this in the next few days!!!! Thanks for sending in this request!

1/23/23-  Here you go!!! Gameday Lay

Thank you so much for your patience.  I hope you love this!!!

[lvxybby]

KC x fem reader side note

im trying to get some smut in the KC x Reader, its just gonna take alot of build up. i dont want to offend kurt or his family/friends at all when i do end up making this part (if it comes) do not take this part serious please. its just a fic. FAN FICTION! let me know if you do end up wanting it or not cause im caught in between if i do or dont want to write it.

[kcloveswrestling]

Winter time is the best time of year!!! Can I request number eight (the Christmas song one) with MJF (even tho he probably would hate Christmas songs 😂). Thank you!

Singing Christmas Songs while on a Road Trip - MJF

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I wrote the reader as a Christian female but you can read it as any religion you believe in, and you can read it without any religious affiliations, if that’s what you’d like. You can also read it as any gender you want. It’s just easier to write fem!reader for me. Also, I don’t know if MJF actually listens to Elvis or not.

——————————————————————————

Max is Jewish so he celebrates Hanukkah…

People thought it was weird seeing Max with a Christian girlfriend because he’s Jewish.

However, Max loves you. And his family loves you. Your family loves Max as well.

People are surprised that y’all’s relationship works out.

———

The two of you were going on a road trip after he celebrated Hanukkah with his family.

Christmas songs were playing on the radio and you were singing along.

You didn’t realize Max knew the songs until he put his hand on your thigh and started singing with you.

The song that was playing whenever he started singing, Blue Christmas by Elvis Presley

“I’ll have a Blue Christmas without you. I’ll be so blue just thinkin’ about you.”, Max sang along to the song while slightly glancing at you then putting his focus back on the road.

You knew he listened to Elvis but you didn’t know he knew the Christmas songs that Elvis had done.

The two of you continued singing together while on the way to the hotel y’all were staying at in the next town Max had to be in for AEW.

[kazuwhora]

SENDING THEM NUDES <3

fandom: tokyo revengers

ft. kazutora, chifuyu, nahoya, souya, mitsuya, hakkai, draken, && mikey

cw. fem!reader, nonconsensual sharing of nudes, masturbation (m!), exhibitionism, voyeurism if u squint, and mild mentions of infidelity but not rly.

an. im 2 steps away from deactivating bc I am in a writing slump </3 pls give me a hint of praise im trying sobs anyways these are true drabbles for once!! go kc! see part one here

#KAZUTORA is flustered at first, replying with short sentences when he opens your message and scrambles to hide his screen. he wants nothing more than to shadow his embarrassment, but there's nowhere to hide when his cock is already hard, and the slightest shift of his weight makes the fabric rub and ache against his length. he has no choice but to slip away to the bathroom, pressing his head against the stall door in shame as his other hand desperately paws at his cock for any sort of relief.

"baby?" you'll ask, when he finally picks up the phone after two missed calls. "you ok?"

all you can hear on the other end of the line is heavy breaths peppered with tiny moans suppressed as best he can <3

#CHIFUYU can tell by the way kazutora fumbles with his phone before shamefully scurrying to the bathroom that something is up. he's seen it all before— the way you like to fluster and tease his best friend, the way you come into the shop with the buttons on your shirt nearly all the way open, or the way you flutter the shortest of skirts just for him to see. he knows the effect you have on kazutora, but chifuyu refuses to admit the effect you have on him, too.

the second kazutora escapes to the back, chifuyu's mind begins to race. he's thinking about what you might have sent, or said to kazutora to make his face turn red like that, and he can't help but feel the sweat begin to bead at his forehead as he tries his very best to suppress those thoughts. he can't be thinking about his best friends girlfriend like that, yet he can't help but wonder how pretty you look on his screen, and how good your hand would feel wrapped around his cock.

#NAHOYA'S heart begins to race as he opens your snaps, always looking forward to your morning shower when he knows you can't help but give him a little tease. his cock is already aching, craving more as he aims the camera down his torso, capturing only the slightest hint of his cock through his sweatpants.

'lower' he'll text back, sitting back in his spot as his hand traces his length while he waits.

when the second group of pictures come, he can't help but screenshot, biting his lip as he palms his cock while the other hand opens the toman group chat. nahoya he sets his phone down with a as the notifications begin to flood his screen, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair as he strokes his cock with nothing but the thought of you in his mind.

#SOUYA is the first to see his brothers messages in the group chat, and he barely knows what to do with himself. part of him knows its wrong, but the other part can't deny the sudden tightness of his pants when he scrolls through the screenshots of your naked, soap covered body in the chat. but as he reads through the replies, his hand seems to slip under the waistband of his pants, teasing the tip of his cock with his palm as he indulges himself in the thought of watching his brother fuck you till you cant move.

as his hand pumps his length, souya can't help but think about how pretty you'd look under him, or how jealous his brother would be seeing you whimper out his name. and despite the guilt that floods his chest, it doesn't compare to the heat that pools at his core the faster and faster he pumps, nearly whimpering your name into the atmosphere with every stroke.

#MITSUYA has always admired your body in any capacity, whether it's through risky snaps sent in your work bathroom, or short and sweet videos showing him just how much you need him. but each time his phone pinged, mitsuya's chest filled with anticipation at the thought of what you might be up to, and his reward is even better.

'fuck' he'll text back, immediately pulling the hem of his shirt down to hide the bulge in his pants. he doesn't wanna give him, but he can't help it when you know his every weakness, sending him picture after picture dressed in the lacy lingerie he made for you himself.

mitsuya tries to hold out, but his throbbing cock shrouds his mind with distractions as he struggles to even hold a pencil properly with the growing problem barely hidden by his shirt. eventually he'll give up, sending his assistant home before telling you he needs you at the shop for a fitting, now.

#HAKKAI just so happens to frequent mitsuya's shop more than he would like to admit. he can't help it— he wants to do whatever he can to help mitsuya, whenever he has the time. but this time hakkai knows he's overstepped his boundaries when he reaches for the door handle, only to be stopped by the muffled sound of your whimpers and moans that flood from the slim crack in the door.

his head begins to spin almost immediately, face turning red as he bites down on his lip. he's embarrassed, but hakkai wont admit that he's turned on all the same. part of him wants to turn in his spot and leave, allowing his best friend the privacy he deserves, and yet the more intrusive part of him wants nothing more than to press his ear to the door, listening the the way you beg and plead for your boyfriend as he paws at his cock with a sort of guilty desperation. he can't help but fight with himself, wanting nothing more than to slip past the doorway and watch you tremble and cum on mitsuya's tongue.

#DRAKEN'S lips curve into a smirk the second he sees your pretty body all laid out for him on the bed. the light of his phone illuminates his face in the dark, and mikey peers over his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to be included.

"would you stop?" he shrugs mikey away, turning his phone off and adjusting his clothes as he can feel the blood begin to rush to his core. his mind is already flooded with thoughts of watching you squirm beneath him all tied up and pretty, and draken isn't sure he can keep up his care free facade in front of mikey much longer.

"I've got some stuff I need to do at home— see ya later" he mumbles to mikey, holding his jacket in front of his cock that's already painfully hard and rather obvious at that. draken has never driven faster in his life, shifting his position with discomfort to make up for the problem you've created, that you're going to solve too.

#MIKEY'S face turns red at the tiny glimpse of your body on draken's phone before being shooed away. but a tiny glimpse is all he needs to feel the rush of adrenaline through his veins, taking over his body as thoughts of sneaking away with you crowd his mind.

mikey has never much been one for getting between you, but every now and then he can't help but think about what you might say if he snuck you away behind a corner one day, guiding your hands to his cock as he watches your lip quiver with anticipation. he can't help but think about what you might say with his cock in your hands, or how pretty you'd sound begging for him to fuck you better than draken. he can't help but wonder what you'd look like with his cock buried inside you, or what you'd sound like as he fucked his seed up into you thrust after thrust to claim what he wants.— you.

all that, from a tiny glimpse of your naughty pictures on his best friends phone.

🔖 @wakaslut @manjiroscum @tettatonin @tirzamisu @maytey @keisaint @haruphilia @miytsuya @champagnej @lovemegood @tofu-and-aesthetic @strawberrysanzu @dilf-city @z-na @souyatr @icecreamranwich @toyomitsus @saitaso @chieeeeeee @lalalemon101 @wakasa-wifey @roppongiperfume @ryuugot @blueparadis @crybabylisa @zitabob @bxnten @minoozi @whosarlet @wifetotomurashigaraki @bokuroskitten @zuuki @thevoidwriting @h-shibas @thekillingtimethekillingmoon @chronic-claire-universe @hashiraswhore @dukina @godist @chifuyuslilkitten @justhere @sofiakujo @sloth-fox @cults-soundtrackthree @plumtora @kazutorahugger @sacredsukuna @hoesplay @r-indou

[festive]

✿ - cw: fem!reader, cum swallowing, blow jobs, face fucking and hair pulling.

tighnari x Fem!reader

✿ - a/n, posted this last night but it didn’t show up on tags, so here I am again. :3 thank you kc and Nai for beta-ing for me!

✿ - tagging: @rczc (bc I really needed u to see this based on the convo we had!) @manjiroscum @thicksimpx 🫶🏼🫶🏼

“Tighnariiii,” You coo, inching your hand closer towards his lap while the other rests on his thigh as you sit beneath him — his desk doing an amazing job at covering you so if anyone were to walk in, none would be the wiser that you were present.

“I’m busy,” your boyfriend doesn’t look at you, instead his green eyes are glued to his research papers in front of him — the hold he has on the documents tighten as he feels your fingers plauing with the band of his pants.

He groans in annoyance, trying to hide his face behind his papers so that you can’t see the dust of pink threatening to coat his cheeks. “Can’t this wait?”

You tug on his pants, gaining his attention as you stare at him with your doe like eyes. “No, I want you.” You did your best to sound innocent enough, but both of you know what you meant. Tighnari’s resolve was crumbling, his ears twitch as his fluffy tail sways behind him — his body betraying him. Although it was kinda hard to refuse you, especially when you looked so cute beneath him with your lips sticking out in a pout. Tighnari makes a ‘tsk’ noises before finally caving in.

“Fine, do as you want, but don’t expect my help.” He scoffs, although his words hold no malice.

Your eyes light up at his sentence and you waste no time maneuvering your hands around his sash before finding the band of his pants and giving it a tug — hinting for a little help, Tighnari sighs before shifting his hips just enough for you to rid him of both his pants and his boxers finally freeing his cock.”Thank you,” you hum.

Tighnari’s cock is pretty, from the flushed leaky head all the way to the base which has a few prominent veins running across — you can feel your mouth starting to water as all you can think about is running your tongue across each vein, slowly tracing their outlines.

“You’re wasting your time gawking at me, remember we’ll have company soon.” Tighnari’s words caught you out of your trance, you moved your head closer. Grabbing the base of his cock with your hands while you align it with your mouth — parting your lips just enough to engulf him. You can feel Tighnari straighten up before letting out a low hiss.

Mmmph, mmmph. Your boyfriend was huge, causing your jaw to ache slightly as you bob your head up and down — what you couldn’t fit, your hands did a nice job at covering for you, stroking the remainder of his shaft.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full,” Tighnari teases, although his eyes soften as he watches you struggle to take all of him. He rests a hand upon your head — a smile tugging at his lips as you curl into his touch as if you were an animal looking for praise.

You hum in contentment as you feel him tread his fingers through your hair as he rubs your head — encouraging you to pick up pace. Your free hand gently caresses his balls as you lazily trace your tongue along the underneath of his cock — the veins that decorated the shaft pulsating and throb under your touch.

“—fuck,” The hold Tignari has on your hair tightens as he forces you to take more of him, you relax your body as to not gag around him — slowly breathing through your nose as more of him is stuffed down your throat. Drool spills from your mouth with each thrust of his hips, dripping down his shaft and coating his pubic area, even managing to land on his balls.

It was getting to be too much for him, his whimpers growing louder until they blossomed into full blown moans — the tightening of your throat combined with the warmth. His ears flatten against his head as his tail sways harshly against the back of the chair he was sitting in. The coil in his tummy getting tighter and tighter and Tighnari was finding it harder to hold on, gritting his teeth as he finally came undone.

Tighnari’s cock twitches before finally emptying his load, the salty taste shooting down your throat and you’re forced to swallow, his body slumps back against his chair as he catches his breath — strands of green sticking to his forehead.

He pulls out his softening cock, a trail of saliva and cum connecting his tip to your mouth. you swallow once more and he watches with hooded eyes as disappears behind your swollen lips.

Tighnari glances at the clock before letting his eyes fall back on you. “Go get cleaned up, they’ll be here shortly and I’d prefer if I were the only one who gets to see you like this. What? Don’t look at me like that, I’ll return the favor later.”

[sirensea14]

Do you have any headcanons for Kickinchicken x Female reader (Cartoon & Big Bodies)?

(I'm CRAVING more KC x Reader hcs) (there aren't enough and it makes me sad )

AAAAAAAAA its been a while since ive had any thought about kickinchicken, and sadly, ive gotten over him now😭 (a long time ago, actually) But i know u guys love him sm more than i do so I'll give him some thoughts. Note: some previous posted headcanons that i had while i was brainrotting with poppy playtime might repeat here, but im too lazy to go back and check on that post so here ya go. [Those 'x reader's i made might have a mention on this too] i might refer the reader as "you" or "her" but either way, its the same lol, idk why i keep switching povs T-T

KickinChicken x Fem!Reader headcanons!

Cartoon version:

[Imagine: Reader is any animal you like. The Smiling Critters is a show and all the times you are living is when a child is watching you on-screen]

Kickin often ruffles/pats reader's fur/feathers/head whenever the reader successfully did something

Kickin instinctively goes to the reader's side whenever the critters are preparing to [inhale catnap's bad breathe] sleep

The reader is sometimes the storyteller of the group during sleepovers. Kickin lays on his stomach, rests his chin on both of his palms and watches you read with dreamy eyes

Kickin is prolly the most flirty and pun enjoyer of the group. If someone actually had a counter against his flirt, he would be flabbergasted. You did this more than thrice in the show (dw, these are all child-friendly flirts)

Catnap sometimes fights you whenever you want to tell a story while Catnap wants to make the othe critters sleep. Kickin cheers at you and says "Fight! Fight! Fight! Go y/n, go!" Which makes the situation worse (he receives numerous bombastic side eyes) Dogday and Hoppy interrupts tho

You and kickin are the most sarcastic couple duo of the group. He makes you laugh, you make him laugh, "Ew. You guys are making us cringe" says hoppy. Others nodded in agreement.

Dogday is your best man and woman in a wedding episode "Wait, when did that hap--" (pickypiggy)

S i d e w a l k r u l e 👑 (also applies to episodes with dangerous adventures)

You guys share each other's food. And sometimes with Pickypiggy if you two didnt have any food with you

When you guys are chilling, he likes to nestle beside you, bird style✨ He also loves the cuddles and pats you give him (and your attention too, he's an attention seeker)

Despite his confident and brave attitude, he is actually the first one to cower and run whenever the group faces danger, but when you're with him, he pauses from running and decides to shield you from danger (which is most often a boulder in one of the smiling critters' adventures) you get squished, tom and jerry style

His blanket is (your favorite color x color and pendant shape) while yours is yellow with red star pattern

He likes to show off along with his "shades of coolness" that he brings out magically from his 'pocket'. (Typical cartoon character) You match him with your own (favorite shape) shades

Kickin once asked a commission for Crafty to draw you and him together under a tree. The unicorn bought new crayons with over 100 after that

Bigger Bodies version:

[Imagine: reader is the player. Depends on you whether the player/reader is an ex-employee, an orphan that was adopted til adulthood, or random person wandering.

KickinChicken breathes Yellow Smoke, which can calm down any living thing nearby; children, adults, and the reader. It also has a dreamscape-like effect (like what Catnap did in the game). For the BBI experiments and living toys tho, it will slow them down as if the smoke has a "freezing" effect. Some will sleep when theyre weak enough, but this smoke cannot completely combat CatNap's red smoke.

BBI KC (this will be what i will refer him to as to not to be confused with the cartoon one) doesn't like it when the reader goes out on her own

If you chose the reader/player to be an ex-employee; BBI KC will recognize her as the caretaker who showed genuine care to him even as an experiment. As a result, he has a small childish crush on her but set it aside because of survival. (He still has it tho)

If you chose the reader/player to be an orphan; BBI KC will recognize you as one of his old playmates when he was still "alive". He was very protective of you after you encountered him in the factory.

If you chose the reader/player to be a random explorer; he spared you and took interest in your offer to bring him to the outside world. He admired your determination to go back home alive and your luck to deal with the shittiest toy factory in the world. You two worked together to solve puzzles and activate the power switches etc.

When the two of you got outside of a building, you took the opportunity to fly with BBI KC and explored every bit of PlayCare (specifically, after BBI Dogday's chase sequence) You loved grabbing on BBI KC' s talons as he flew up. You had the impulsive thought of leaving it all behind by flying up to the entrance of the cable car but Ollie called before you can even tell BBI KC to do so.

When BBI KC rests, you snuggle up to his chest and he chirps in a hoarse voice. He will also exhale some yellow smoke to prevent enemies from getting closer.

He tries his best to be with you at every second but there are times when he cant (like sneaking into vents or the School)

He hugs you with his wings to keep you warm.

Whenever you're scared, BBI KC always says pleasant things to boost your confidence up. He doesnt like it when y/n shakes in fear.

He got extremely violent with CatNap. Especially that one time when he was about to eat your head.

He has bird instincts to pick up random stuff and pile it near you whenever you're at rest. (he's like building a nest)

If there was food in the game, BBI KC wouldve gotten you lots of it.

He likes playing with your grabpack and often high-fives with you whenever you two activated a generator

He hates ollie the moment interruptor

Uhh i think thats all for my hc lol, hope u enjoy it even tho its kindaaa not really good but not that bad either

[meowdarame]

a celebration for two

pairing: kickboxer!mikasa ackerman x bimbo!fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

synopsis: after a monumental championship victory, you and your girlfriend decide to try something new to celebrate.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. slight angst to fluff, dom(ish)!reader, sub(ish)!mikasa, sex toys (double-ended dildo), fingering, nipple play, soft sex, one (1) tit slap, lots of petnames

word count: ~3.3k

notes: for kc’s pride month collab & atlas’s himbos and bimbos collab! this is my first time writing wlw and bimbo!reader, so please be gentle! (i definitely struggled with the latter, oops!) as always, reblogs and feedback are super appreciated!

Mikasa doesn’t like to bring outside squabbles into the ring.

Her matches are usually short and straightforward— step onto the mat, dodge a flurry of swift attacks, and patiently wait for an opening to deliver the final blow. It’s easier this way, ending her matches with an instant knockout; she doesn’t see the need to use flamboyant or fanciful tricks and moves to prove her fighting prowess.

But tonight’s match was different. As she stood in front of her opponent, some cocky, undefeated kickboxer who was quickly rising through the ranks, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel a rage bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Heat coursed through her veins and traveled to her flushed face and clenched fists as she recalled a sickening memory from the night before:

Lights flashed all around her and her opponent; journalists huddled them, snapping photos for news articles reporting on the monumental championship fight. Her opponent glared at her square in the face, her hot breath overwhelming Mikasa’s senses as she held still her menacing pose. But despite the commotion coming from the photographers and their obnoxiously noisy camera shutters, Mikasa could barely audibly make out something that her challenger whispered to her— an insult, a threat.

“You better win tomorrow, princess. Or else your dumb bimbo of a girlfriend might leave you— seems like all she cares about is the fame and money that she reaps from being with your sorry ass.”

The muscular woman snickered at her own comment while rage filled Mikasa’s chest. She continued on though, even though Mikasa’s fury was evident in how hard she was clenching her jaw.

“She’s really cute though, just my type. Hey, do you think if I win tomorrow, she’ll leave you for me?”

The match lasted no more than ten seconds— the quickest match in the history of their professional kickboxing league. Mikasa didn’t waste any time waiting for an opening, immediately rushing her opponent with a right hook to the face as soon as she heard the bell ring. Although she had managed to break a league record and uphold her title as defending champion— both of which were means for a joyous celebration— all she wanted to do was rush back to her hotel room, change into comfortable pajamas, and sleep off the infuriating memory from the night prior.

“Baby!” you whine, your voice trailing several paces behind Mikasa. Your stiletto heels click loudly against the hallway’s marble floors and echo off the pristinely painted walls. “Why are you walking so fast? Slow down!”

You finally catch up with your girlfriend when she stands in front of your shared hotel room. Mikasa mutters to herself as she fumbles with the keycard, a red light flashing and a beeping noise emitting from the door handle.

“Stupid piece of shit,” she whispers under her breath, followed by a string of expletives when she fails to open the door a second time. “Why couldn’t they just give us a normal key instead?”

“Honey, let me do it,” you insist, taking the card from an agitated Mikasa. She watches quietly as your brightly manicured acrylic nails— a cosmetic that she paid for— delicately swipes the keycard into the box that sits above the doorknob. Gears whir inside the machine before a green light flashes on the door handle; she sighs a quick breath of relief before twisting the doorknob and entering the empty hotel room.

Mikasa removes her shoes and plops onto the made bed while you gently shut the door. With her back slumped into the mattress, she covers her eyes with her arm, basking in the first moment of quiet that she’s been graced with all night. This moment is short lived, however, because soon she remembers her opponent’s slimy voice taunting her.

“All she cares about is the fame and money that she reaps from being with your sorry ass.”

If it were any other insult— a cheap jab at Mikasa’s appearance or a comment about her singular loss from last season— she would have gotten over it once the fight was over. She knows that her opponent’s words were meant to sting her, to distract her, but it all feels too real. It’s no secret how much you love the spotlight and the riches that come from being a professional athlete’s pretty girlfriend; your own Instagram is overflowing with photos of her, almost to the point that if your account weren’t verified, you could be easily mistaken for a fanpage. Mikasa rarely ever has doubts about the nature of your relationship, but in this instant, she can’t help but wonder if you really love her or if you just love the attention she gives you and brings to you.

These negative feelings don’t even subside when she feels your arm wrap around her, your face nestled in the crook of her neck. “So,” you start softly, “do you want to tell me what’s gotten you so angry that you couldn’t even open the door?”

Tensions rise in the silent room as she collects her thoughts and you await her response. “What if I lost?” Mikasa eventually breathes out, still covering her eyes to hide the tears creeping up on her waterline.

“But you didn’t, baby,” you chirp back, nuzzling your cheek against her soft, warm skin. “You won, like you always do!”

“But what if I did?” she snaps back in a tone that was uncharacteristic of your usually sweet-natured girlfriend. “If I did lose— if I lost the title and all the grandiosity that comes with it— would you still love me?”

Mikasa hears the covers rustling when you prop yourself up on your arm. “Baby, look at me,” you command, taking her wrist and lifting her arm off of her face. You stare down at Mikasa’s tired face, your expression ladled with concern; it breaks her heart to see you in such a worried state, and knowing that her question is the root cause of it makes her even more angry at herself.

“I’d still love you even if you lost a hundred matches,” you breathily whisper, tears now brimming your waterline. “I don’t care about the money or the fame. I mean, of course it’s a perk to dating a professional athlete, but I love you for you— not for the things that you do.”

Mikasa winces and shuts her eyes once more. She feels so stupid— of course you love her! You’ve been with her even during her underground fighting days, when she would join dangerous competitions just for a chance to put food on the table or have enough money to pay the electricity bill. You loved her even when she had nothing, so why would anything change now that she has everything? She feels like a fool for ever doubting you.

“I-I’m sorry, my love,” Mikasa sighs, cupping your cheek and pulling you down to lay on her chest. “It’s just that my opponent said something and it stuck with me. She said that you were going to leave me for her if I lost the match.”

You scoff as you trace your name on Mikasa’s stomach. Your finger dragging along her exposed skin brings her comfort, and she allows herself to melt into your embrace. “Well, she’s wrong for two reasons,” you assert, and it elicits a chuckle from your girlfriend. “First, I love you too much to leave you. And second, she’s ugly and it would be a major downgrade if I left you for her.”

“A downgrade, huh?” Mikasa giggles and shakes her head at your incredulous comment. “You said it, not me!”

It’s silent for a moment as you both bask in the warmth of your entangled bodies, contrasted by the air conditioner blasting cool air into the hotel room. Mikasa listens to your soft humming as you draw little hearts and stars all around her torso, but her breath hitches when she feels your fingertips gently ghost over her nipples through her t-shirt.

You deliver a harsh pinch to her perked bud immediately after, and Mikasa doesn't have enough time to react to the sudden stimulation. A choked moan slips past her rosy lips, and she watches a smirk creep up on your pretty features.

“Baby,” you coo, slowly lifting up the loose cotton material of Mikasa’s shirt, exposing her nipples to the chilly environment. “Are you tired? Or would you be down to have some fun tonight— a celebration, if you will?”

Mikasa can’t even think straight, because soon your lips encircle her nipple while your fingers tug and tweak at the other one, ensuring that both of them receive ample attention. She bites her bottom lip as you continue your ministrations, and a muffled “mhmm” is all she manages to get out.

She begins to push herself up on the bed, but you stop her before she’s able to fully sit up. “No, no,” you gently whisper as your hands caress her shoulders, easing her back into a comfortable position. “You’re always taking care of me! Tonight I want to return the favor.”

You waste no time in undressing yourself and Mikasa, your clothes nothing more than discarded piles of fabric on the floor. Your girlfriend lies back with her head resting beautifully against the plush pillow— her short hair frames her face with a few loose strands clinging to her warm cheeks; a muted red tint creeps up her neck and heats her face; and her pretty pink lips are wet and parted as she marvels at the sight of your naked body before her. Mikasa’s eyelids flutter when you bend down to kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips. Your breasts brush against one another as you deepen the kiss, sucking on her tongue and drawing the cutest whines from your girlfriend, who’s quickly growing impatient with all the light, fleeting touches.

You maneuver your body back so that you’re sitting in between her spread thighs. Mikasa watches in anticipation as she follows your wandering eyes down your body, until your gaze eventually lands on her glistening cunt. Her clit aches and yearns to be touched by you, and she exhales a sigh of relief when you spit on your fingertips and begin rubbing loose circles around the sensitive nub.

“We’re gonna try something new,” you admit, still toying with Mikasa’s clit. Your middle finger dips into her tight walls, pushing past the first ring of her pussy. Her back arches in response, and you giggle cutely at her body’s responsiveness to you.

“I think it’ll make both of us feel good! You trust me, right baby?” you ask, emphasizing your question by hooking your fingers and pushing forcefully against Mikasa’s g-spot.

She frantically nods her head, agreeing to anything that will bring her closer to her release. “Good, good,” you mutter as you pull your finger out from her drooling hole; her hips buck up off the bed at the sudden empty feeling, but you ease her jumpiness by leaning down and pressing a kiss to her clit.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be right back, and then we can have our fun.”

Mikasa’s eyes follow you as you make your way to the bathroom. She performs a mental tally, wondering what you could possibly be grabbing. There’s dry towels in there, your bullet vibrator hidden in a secret pocket in your makeup bag, some lube in a special compartment of her luggage, and—

“Ah, here it is!” you cheer, returning to the room and clutching a 15 inch double-ended dildo in one of your manicured hands. You hold a bottle of water-based lube in the other, and a devious smile is plastered on your face.

You excitedly plop yourself onto the bed, and Mikasa immediately reels back, intimidated by the sheer size of the sex toy. She begins to protest, arguing that it’s too big and that it’s not going to fit, but you quell her anxieties by placing a chaste kiss to her tummy.

“Baby,” you giggle, in awe of her cuteness and innocence. “It’s not all for you— it’s for both of us!”

She furrows her brows and crinkles her nose, still not understanding what you mean. “I take one end, and you take the other. That way we can both feel good!” you explain further, but Mikasa is still unconvinced.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m not usually on the receiving end of these things…” Her voice trails off and her gaze wanders, but her eyes meet yours once again when you clasp her hands.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but I’d really, really like to try it. I saw it in a video once and thought it was so hot,” you confess, sheepishly biting the corner of your lip. “I just wanted to know what you’d look like, all cock drunk and fucked out.”

Mikasa watches as you fiddle with your fingertips, anxiously waiting for her response. Her heart pangs upon seeing you like this— you, who’s usually so enthusiastic about sex, eagerly agreeing to any tryst or kink that she wants to try out. Nothing’s off the table with you, and you’re willing to try anything at least once even if you may not like it. And so, Mikasa decides to be like you for once, pushing aside her fear and unease and completely succumbing herself to you.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Mikasa whispers, taking your wrist and pressing it to her lips. “There’s nothing wrong with seeing something in a porn video and wanting to try it with me. I do that with you all the time!”

You both giggle at her joke, but she continues, “You’re always so good to me and ready to please me, and I want to do the same for you. If you really want to try this, then let’s do it.”

Your worried expression turns into a sweet smile. “I love you, but you already know that.”

“I love you more,” Mikasa replies back. “Now,” she says as she grabs the silicone toy that’s lying next to her body, “you take the lead.”

You take the dildo from her calloused hands, rubbing the toy’s fat tip against her slicked up folds. Mikasa sighs when it rubs against her swollen clit, and you tap the sensitive nub twice to give her more pleasure.

You briskly open the bottle of lube and squirt some of the slippery substance onto your fingertips. Massaging the toy as if it were an actual dick, your fist drags along both ends of the dildo, making sure that it’s adequately coated with lube.

“I’m gonna put it in you first, okay?” you warn Mikasa, and she just responds with a shallow nod. “You’re gonna feel a bit of a stretch, but just stay relaxed for me.”

The toy’s cockhead prods at her entrance, before being pushed into her gummy walls. Mikasa feels like she’s being split apart, her chest heaving as he struggles to breathe. She begins to panic, but her pussy’s strong grip on the dildo begins to ease up when you swipe her clit back and forth.

“It’s okay; you’re okay. I’ll go slowly,” you reassure her, and only then does her heartbeat begin to steady. You give her time to adjust to the foreign feeling, and after a minute of slowly inching the thick member into her tight cunt, the toy gently kisses her cervix. Her head feels light and airy, and the only thing her hazy brain can register is how absolutely full she feels.

“I’m gonna put it in me now, too,” you tell her. You position yourself so that you’re scissoring her, with one thigh over hers while your other thigh rests under the other. You rub the toy’s tip along your folds, throwing your head back when the plastic catches your clit. The dildo slides in easier with you, and a couple seconds later, you’re both ready to begin grinding into one another.

“I’m gonna move, okay? And when you feel ready, you can grind against me too.”

Mikasa watches as you drop your hips and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the toy’s cockhead slamming deliciously into your cervix. You do it again and again, until you work yourself up to a comfortable pace. Your tits bounce with every movement of your body, and she feels the sweat of your thighs dripping onto her legs and sticking onto her skin.

She bites her lip and experimentally rolls her hips; her eyes roll to the back of her head when she feels the dildo drag along her walls, massaging her g-spot with every swivel and swirl of her pelvis. The sensation feels so amazing, like nothing she’s ever felt before, but the view makes the experience ten times more pleasurable— your brows are knit and your lips are parted as soft mewls slip past your lips; you stare down at her with hooded eyelids and a damp lash line, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

Mikasa’s hands fly out and grab at your tits, kneading the flesh and tweaking your nipples between her fingers. You squeal at the increased pleasure, throwing your head back and speeding up the bouncing of your hips. Your hands, once resting on her stomach, travel up and down the expanse of her torso before settling on her clit. You swipe the bundle of nerves back and forth, coaxing her towards her high.

“Gonna cum soon,” you choke out between labored breaths. “Cum with me, yea? Wanna watch you cream all over this dick.”

Your orgasm crashes into you unexpectedly, making your legs kick out and your body thrash around as heat and pleasure sear across your skin. Your walls clamp down around the dildo, threatening to push it out with every pulse of your fluttering cunt. Once you finish riding out your high, you slide the toy out of your hole, focusing your attention on Mikasa; the soft ah’s tumbling past her lips are an indication of her looming orgasm.

Your thumb continues to play with her clit, but your free hand wraps around the midpoint of the dildo. You push the shaft in and out of her pussy, fucking her harder than before. She squeals and tries to force her thighs closed, but you deliver a light slap to her tit.

“No, keep your legs spread for me,” you command, and even in her fucked out state, Mikasa still registers and obeys your command. “Feels good, right baby? There’s no need to hold back— just let go.”

Mikasa’s heels dig into the bed and her hips lift off the mattress, crying out loudly as her body convulses and her thighs shake. You fuck her through her orgasm, growing drunk off the way her cheeks flush pink when she’s cumming, or the way that her eyes squeeze shut and her lips jut into a pout, or the way that her abs ripple slightly from the intense pleasure that she feels in her core. She looks beautiful; she looks ethereal.

She looks perfect.

Mikasa’s hands push away at yours, quickly growing uncomfortable by the overstimulation. After slowly easing the toy out of her sensitive cunt, you wrap it up into a towel and place it on the dresser. She’s still in a daze when you return to the bed, extending her arms out to you so that you can fall into them.

And as you lie in her arms, your breath slowing down and growing softer, she realizes that she was a fool for ever questioning how you feel about each other.

You’ve built a house inside her heart, and you have no intention of ever leaving.

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