#let me tell you this is not gonna be an easy 6+ months until the next chapter

[specific-dreamer]

stay gold is for darry too

“when you’re young and the world is new / it’s easy to forget when you’re trying just to make it through”

bc, cmon guys, darry is twenty. 20, two-zero. idk how different college was back then, so bare with me.

he’s from tulsa oklahoma, the south, and he’s twenty years old. assuming he didn’t take a gap year (i’m going off the musical sayin he had to drop out, instead of not go all together) he would’ve been in his second year of school.

(i’m putting a break here because this turned more into a headcanon than an analysis i fear)

and we know darry’s a lil extroverted social butterfly, i’m sure he made so many friends. do you think he told them he was going home for the weekend but would totally be back for that frat party? or do you think he had a best friend on campus that he couldn’t wait to introduce to his family and the gang because he just knew how’d great they’d get on?

because he’s at a state college likely, there’s gonna be greaser/soc rivalries still but chances are so high that the max tension will be arguments. so it’s likely he even got to (freely, and guilt free) make friends with socs.

his biggest worries sophomore year was if he would finish his homework and papers before the weekend so he could go home for his birthday. his biggest worry was working up the nerve to still his dad he blew his allowance that month on some girl. his biggest worry was struggling with being a first gen college student, juggling his papers and football practice, and his work study.

i’m willing to bet he didn’t even tell his parents he’d be home that weekend. i’m thinkin he told dally, because dally would likely forget to tell the others he was comin and everyone else can’t keep their mouths shut for shit.

i think he went to Oklahoma State, which is only 2 hours from tulsa. so, i’m thinking he caught the greyhound really really early that morning, like crackass of dawn early. and when he gets there it’s probably 6:00 and through the window darry can see his parents rousing soda and pony up for school. (school may start at 8:30, but they got two rowdy teenage boys one of whom hates school to get ready, they’ll wake up an hour earlier than necessary)

darry, in all his older brother glory, probably waits for the perfect moment to make his grand entrance. he’d wait until he hears ponyboy loudly complaining that “darry doesn’t have to wake up this early” and he fuckin grins because that’s the most perfect entry for him.

but he can’t get excited, not yet. he’s gotta act like it’s no big deal that he’s here, so he opens the door all casual like and starts toeing off shoes as he closes it behind him. and in his arrogant, i’m-the-eldest-of-course-i’m-right voice he says, “you’re so right, little brother. i actually woke up three hours ago.” and darry tries his damndest he really does, but he can’t help the way his chest loosens and his grin widens and it feels like every stressful thing he’d been worried about rolls off back when he hears the gasps and “sweet mother mary” from his family when he announces himself.

he probably doesn’t even get his second shoe off before he’s knocked to ground by pony (soda would have too, if he was anymore awake, instead he’s just staring at darry in confusion).

i’m gonna write a fic BUT BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING

do you think darry feels guilty for not having called ahead of time? do you think he wishes he stayed at school that weekend so parents wouldn’t have gotten in that wreck? do you think a small of darry, a part that he hates as each day passes, wishes that he let the social workers take his brothers? only to instantly regret that train of thought when his brothers crawl into his bed at 10pm trying to stop shaking and crying so they don’t “wake” darry

do you think that it was in that moment, that all those childhood jokes with his parents and phony arguments with paul suddenly became real. that sodapop and ponyboy are his babies. they may not be his in the same way that curly and angela are tim’s kids, but his friends at school are always sayin darry needs to stop referring to pony as his “littlest”.

we know darry didn’t cry at the funeral (or at all, at least to pony’s knowledge) but i really think college was such a breath of fresh air for darry that he was probably holding back sobs when he called his schools admission office to drop out.

i think before they could bury their parents properly, darry had to convince his brothers to go down to school with him so he could pack his things up. (i say convince because i think pony might’ve cried himself hoarse thinking that darry was going back to school and leaving them alone)

do you think darry cried the night before they went down to oklahoma state? because his friends were finally going to meet his littles that he could never seem to stop talking about. he’d have to find some way to apologize for missin the frat party (and his 20th birthday, hell, darry thinks his might’ve been more excited than he was) because saying his parents just died and he legally became a father of two is a little too comedic to sound real despite things.

or do you think he avoided his friends like the plague because he knows he’d break down if he saw their pitying eyes? he knew he’d break down if that one girl he couldn’t keep his eyes off of from his psych class saw him and soda carry his boxes to the car and stopped and ask him why he was leaving.

do you think after the funeral when darry made sure his brothers were alright, tucked in for bed and knew they could go find him if they needed anything at all, instead of going to his room he went to his parents room? just to feel their presence one last time. he probably went under their covers too, in the middle like when he was a kid so he could turn left and smell his daddy’s cologne or turn right and smell his mamas rosy perfume, just so he could get one more hug from them. just one more hug before he had to let them go

(do you think when ponyboy inevitably came lookin for darry to scare his nightmares away later that night he got scared when darry wasn’t in his room? do you think he started crying all over again unable to be tough because what if darry’s dead too or worse what if he really did leave them? do you think that’s when pony started sleeping with soda instead. that that’s when his image of darry being a hero cracked because what kind of hero leaves when people are still needing to be saved?)

[solarnomoon]

tame - nishimura riki

ni-ki always stood out to you, or atleast, in his own way. when you started noticing him more, it was easy to like him.

pairing >>> ni-ki x male reader

tags >>> college au, fluff, friends to lovers

warnings >>> swearing, substance usage, suggestive themes

wc >>> 3,073 words

author's note >>> ni-ki is just so freaking pretty i want to give him the biggest hug and never let go＼(≧▽≦)／ also js remember this is ooc also if you guys ever to just talk about random enhypen stuff or virtually anything im always down to talk n stuff anyway i hope u guys enjoy this one!! it kinda spawned out of nowhere and also all over the place so idk lol bye!!

it wasn’t like you to fall for a boy so easily. at least, not in the way that occurred, especially for a guy like nishimura riki. it was cheesy, to say the least: you two have been acquaintances since middle school, quite literally knowing each other for 6 years now, even now attending the same university (completely unintentional, of course). you always just kinda knew him as that lovely kid that was the same height as you, even throughout high school. don't get it twisted, you weren't that tall, but regardless of the fact, he was the same height.

the first time you saw him the summer after high school was at your orientation. you were placed in the 12th group, and when you reached the meeting spot, you noticed riki immediately, much, much taller than before, giving you two a height difference that wasn't present before. the second thing you noticed was the drop of his voice, which you discerned from his "yo, y/n!" coupled with a slight wave.

"ni-ki? what-" and before you even finished your sentence, the orientation leader interrupted, telling the group as a whole that they were about to start as you happened to be the last person they were waiting for. your conversation had to be put on halt until 20 minutes later where she began a tour of the school.

while you began to follow the group to the first destination, ni-ki reconvenes with you after speaking to a couple of the other group members, nudging your shoulder with his own to get your attention. "y/n, i didn't know you committed here? i thought you were gonna go to ucla for sure," he questions you with a voice of slight familiarity.

"no yeah, i was, but i thought about it and i just wanted to go here." he hums in acknowledgment, giving a few seconds of downtime before you begin to speak again. "dude, when did you become so tall? and have that deep ass voice? weren't we like basically the same height a few months ago?"

a few other differences were left unspoken but assumed nonetheless. first off, his hair, which historically was left black and much shorter throughout highschool, but now was longer with an ombré effect going from a light grey to black at the ends. secondly, his style, which flipped 180 from sweatpants and a normal shirt to something straight out of k-dramas. and lastly, his piercings, double lobes with a helix on both. or maybe one? point is, he looked good. too good.

he laughs, knowing this must come as a shocker to you because last time you checked, he was completely anew. "well for one, i turned 18 and was basically allowed to do whatever i wanted with my body. for some reason i went through a second puberty," he signals your height difference by putting his hand out flat at the top of your head and then bringing it to his, just shrugging. "also, i got a modeling job that allowed me to buy random ass clothes. so... yeah!"

your mouth slightly ajar combined with your head tilt let him know you were still in fact lost, so he continued on. "well, you know that dance group i've been in since a few years ago right?" the nod coming from your stature allowed him to finish the thought, "so basically some of the guys in that group like... told? their manager about me and gave me a chance to attend one of their casting calls, and i made the cut."

the group stops in front of the library, allowing you guys to sit down at one of the slabs nearby, half listening to your tour guide, but more focused on conversing with one another because you two had already toured the school when filling out college applications.

"wait, congrats ni-ki, that's insane!" you turn to him, giving him a quick cheeky smile with two thumbs up, and he just chuckles at you, putting his face into his hands at the sight of your cuteness playfulness. "what, did i say something wrong?"

"n-no, it's just... nevermind..." he tsks at you, not wanting to reveal the fact that he found you cute for a second.

you two continued to chat about anything and everything, eventually learning more about the guy that you would've never known previously. for one, he hates the color pink, even though all of his friends tell him that the color suits him—even his model designer thinks pink is his most suitable color. you also learned that the group that he's apart of, enhypen, is actually pretty popular on tiktok and youtube: garnishing over 4 million subs on youtube and 2 million followers on tiktok. he's also been with his group for multiple years now, and you even met some of them at sports events and stuff, like sunoo and jay.

other things include the fact that he has an older and a younger sister, he loves to dance, he likes to play piano, and one time he met jung ho-yeon before she was on squid game and he was so confused on why they looked so familiar, he thought they were long lost siblings or something. then he found out that she's korean.

he still believes it though...

soon enough, you guys find yourselves at the end of the orientation, having made friends with others, but especially between you two. you asked him if he could hang out during summer, but he has plans to go to japan the rest of summer, so you just plan to hang out during your time in college.

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the one thing that you didn't talk about was your rooming situation, so imagine your surprise when you're in the middle of your move-in, and in the hallway, you see ni-ki, walking into the suite right across from yours. "no fucking way, nishimura riki." you yell to him due to his headphones over his head, and he turns over and immediately puts a grin onto his face.

"y/n l/n." he puts his box down and walks over to you, embracing your smaller body, allowing you to practically melt in his scent and hug. once he lets you go, he just gazes at you, still smiling. "how have you been?" he leans against the wall in his cool-guy-esque fashion, but after talking with him the entirety of orientation, you know that he's a lot more of a nerd and introvert than he lets on.

"it's been good! honestly dude, i missed you." you don't miss the fact that his cheeks slightly flush with color, losing the eye contact that was previously held. "how was fucking japan, you looked like you had so much fun on your story and shit!" while asking, you point toward his box, silently questioning if you could come in and help him with his stuff while you updated each other.

while speaking, he brought you to his room that was surprisingly extremely decorated: full of neutrals and darker tones with some pop of color, many boxes and clothes on the floor but already pretty put together.

"wow, you're already way farther in the move-in than i am—i feel like there's just so much fucking stuff," you explain, taking a seat on his bed. you bounce on it a couple of times, mouth wide open by how comfortable it is. "wait, ni-ki, how did you do this?"

"mattress topper." he replies, placing his last box down on the floor and beginning to re-arrange his clothes onto the outside hanger he had bought. "looks like we're gonna be neighbors, y/n," he said in his deep tone, always catching you off-guard, but somehow giving you a tinge of butterflies in your stomach.

"yeah!" you chirp, excited to explore the newfound friendship with ni-ki.

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after the first month of university, many people in both of your guys' social circles had created a conceived notion around ni-ki: that he was a nonchalant, cool guy.

you knew this wasn't him at all though.

but you understood why people had thought that of the guy. for one, he's 6 foot something (he doesn't tell you his exact height just to tease the fact that he's much taller than you). next, he dresses stylistically as if every day is his last waking day. lastly, he loves to observe, and not talk much, but every time he did, he always had something witty or something flirtatious to say.

that is until people saw how he was whenever he was with you.

the cool guy persona had completely shifted into something more friendly, more recognizable as a regular person. ni-ki explained his day rapid-fire, telling you basically everything that happened, showed you a specific dance that he and his members had learned, or maybe gave you a sneak peek of what he was gonna wear to some fashion show. he also would tell you about his interests, the things he did on the side, even the people he met. when his friends saw how different he acted around you, they confronted him first, then confronted you after.

"what did ni-ki say?" you ask, wondering why he acts so different around yourself than other people.

"he just said that's how your dynamic was." heeseung had shrugged. "even though we've been members together for like 5 years now, i've never seen ni-ki open up this much to someone. it's like you guys are like... dating or something."

the sentiment gets a cough out of you, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. "w-what?! of course not, we're just friends!" you deny frantically, waving your hands in front of him. "me and ni-ki are just friends."

just then, an arm wraps around your waist, a voice entering the conversation, "who's just friends?" ni-ki questions, smiling at you and heeseung.

of course, heeseung just looks at you, looks at the arm around your waist, then at ni-ki, and back to you. he raises his eyebrows and puckers his lips before walking away. ni-ki turns to you in confusion. "what's that all about?"

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as time went on, you and ni-ki had become exceptionally comfortable with one another, becoming each other's ride or dies. unfortunately for you though, it meant he had become increasingly flirtatious with you. you knew he was straight, he had explained his previous crushes to you and what he was looking for in a girl, but you on the other hand had fallen susceptible to his advances, convincing yourself that this is just what friends do.

on his birthday, he had brought you to smoke at the "top of the world," so he called it, which was literally just a trail that led you to the top of a scenic cliff. romantic, you thought, but you knew it was just out of you two becoming best friends.

"y/n-ie," he starts, the nickname sticking after calling you that one drunken night during halloween. "what do you think about teddy bears?"

you passed the joint back to him after taking a hit. "teddy bears? ni-ki, what the fuck are you on about??" the words come out a little too harsh for your liking, so you quickly follow-up, "sorry, i didn't mean it like that."

ni-ki gets up and turns to you. "that was kind of mean," he pouts, putting out his joint before putting back into the metallic holder he had thrifted. the taller had shifted slightly closer to you, wanting to lean his head on your shoulder. it was a little awkward due to the height difference, but the guy made it work, and it made you begin to sweat on your palms.

"sorry, ni-ki." even through the nervousness, you had half a mind to pretend like nothing's wrong, so you lean your head on top of his just barely. in case he questions it, then you could always play the ambiguity card: 'i didn't do anything, it was all you.'

"it's okay baby." he also started calling you that after thanksgiving, when he heard sunoo calling you it. he crossed his arms and wouldn't talk to you for the rest of the day until you came over to his room and asked you why sunoo called you baby and he couldn't, so after that it was a deal that he was allowed to.

you checked the time, which just hit 12 am. "oh, happy birthday ni-ki." you tell him, reaching from your tote bag for a smaller, paper bag within. you hand it to the guy, looking into his eyes for validation. "for you, it's not a bomb, i swear!"

he takes it from you and opens it, revealing two keychains that matched, alongside bracelets from his favorite brand. "y/n..." he trails off, not knowing what to say to you.

"i know, i know, the bracelets are expensive. but ni-ki, you're my best friend. i would do anything for you." you tell him, not wanting him to freak out.

the bracelets had been on his mind since the summer, you remembered from one of the random conversations that you had during orientation, and even though it was a long time ago, you knew he had been wanting them for months, but couldn't allocate the right funds to get it, especially because he was building his closet at the time.

"y/n... i... thank you." he finally stammers out, looking back at your eyes. even in the pale moonlight, you could discern the water in his eyes, but you knew that he hated when he cried, so you didn't say anything of it. "you remembered, huh?"

"uhh, duhh! of course i did," you joke, attempting to lighten the mood. you place your hand onto his shoulder to give him some comfort, but he takes that arm and uses it as leverage to push you onto your back, crawling on top of you. "w-woah, ni-ki?!" you yelp in surprise, not comprehending what just happened.

he just grins, placing his large hand on your face, rubbing your cheek softly. "y/n..."

little did he know though, this was your final straw. you couldn't take it anymore, the incessant flirting, the changes in his behavior around you, hell, even the constant sleepovers that he asked you all the time. so you did the only thing you could think of: run.

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of course it didn't really work though.

he was miles more athletic than you were, so he caught up to you within like 5 seconds which is honestly embarrassing on your behalf but you were too sad and a little turned on to even care.

"ni-ki, let go of me, i can't take this anymore!"

the taller just holds your arm, but the rest of his body was frantic, like he was afraid that if he let go he'd lose you for good. "w-what, y/n, what! you can't take what?!" he yells, not knowing what happened.

you twist your head around, looking at him like he grew a second head. "what do you mean, this! i can't take it, calling me nicknames and pet names, flirting with me constantly, sleeping over, acting different around me than your friends. friends don't do this, so you need to st-" and with that explanation, he gently grabs your head, leans down, flutters his eyes shut, and places his lips onto yours.

the scent you know and learned to love floods your senses, and with that brief moment of confusion, he grabs your waist and pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. and considering this is all you've wanted for the past months, you allow him to take your lips, kissing him back with the same softness.

after moments pass you by, eventually he lets go of you, wanting to look at your reaction. "y/n, i really like you. i kinda... always have. even since we were in middle school." your mouth opens to say something, but you let him speak. "you were always so... cool. and i just... i wanted to be something to impress you... if i'm being honest, i knew you were going here, to this college, sun told me, so i wanted a chance, a possibility, anything to impress you."

he lets go of you, reaches into his pocket to fish out the matching bracelets. "these are beautiful y/n. but, it would be more beautiful if i could put this on you, use this as a courting gift even, and show you that i really do like you, and i want to be yours."

he unclasps the bracelet, handing out in front of him. "will you let me?" you reach your arm out, allowing him to put it on you.

"yes, nishimura riki."

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with that, nothing really changed. except for the fact that you and ni-ki are now dating, of course.

people around you realized that the cool nonchalant guy was ni-ki from the dance group enhypen, giving him massive amounts of popularity quickly (you didn't even know popularity in college existed...)

however, it also came to light the fact that you were dating ni-ki, and you slowly began to be known as y/n: the ni-ki tamer, which was crazy in your opinion, but ni-ki loved the title, so you let it slide.

other than that, you started to become integrated with the rest of enhypen, the rest of the members seeing how ni-ki changes when he's with you, but they realized it was for the better as you all hung out, as they saw a side of him that didn't even know existed.

you loved enhypen, they took you in as their own and integrated you into their friend group, even giving you free dance lessons just so you could also join in some of their choreos.

"guys," you pant, exhausted from the lesson ni-ki was giving you. "why did you not tell me that ni-ki is considered the best dancer in this fucking group? and why did you let me take lessons from him?" you complain to the rest of enhypen, who are watching from the sides.

"you have to suffer like we have," jake shouts while jungwon cheers for you.

sunoo and jay also just laugh, the former explaining, "i swear, before you, ni-ki was a fucking nightmare if we didn't get the choreo correct."

"alright, enough talking, more dancing, y/n, one more time."

you love ni-ki. but damn sometimes you regret falling for him.

...

nah, not really though.

[amourtoken]

I will be the brave soldier that tackles this concept that others may be too afraid to tackle 🫡

I was gonna do one big post for the whole group but the Noah part took over so I'll split it into individual parts for you. Here's some stepbro Noah for you 💀

Anyway let's get into it I feel like im virtually stalling lol. Apologies if this is insanely long it may or may not be the longest thing I've ever written so forgive me if it's rambley or not that great.

CW: stepcest, mean/annoying ass Noah, oral (M receiving), dacryphilia, choking, spit, belly bulge, raw sex, facials, squirting, fingering, nipple play, mentions of breeding, Dom Noah ftw always, oral fixation, slapping (just in general, face and pussy yk), and if I missed any others pls let me know

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

♡ The day Noah moved in to your dad's house was the worst day of your life unbeknownst to you at the time. He seemed tolerable at first but it took zero time for him to become a raging asshole that lived to torment you it seemed. He always blasts music late at night, is constantly yelling while playing video games with those obnoxious ass friends of his that like to come over and somehow act even more unbearable and he has the audacity to walk around YOUR house like he owns the place when he's only been here for a few months. What a cunt.

♡ Noah loves teasing you as well. He's got a couple years on you and is SUBSTANTIALLY larger than you so somewhere in the back of his mind he feels like you're easy to manipulate and manhandle the shit out of cause he's older, bigger, stronger, ect. He likes the way your voice pitches up in a yelp when he walks by and smacks your ass hard enough to bruise, he couldn't resist, not while you had those little shorts on. He also doesn't think twice abt it being "weird" or anything, he really doesn't even see you as a relative at this point, you're both grown and you've known eachother for like 6 months at the most. The fact his mom wanted to bang your dad has no effect on his life aside from the fact he had to up and move to your city.

♡ every time your parents give you two the house alone, it usually goes one of two ways. Either Noah invites those previously mentioned friends over and you get to listen to them practicing new songs in your living room until your head throbs from the volume or Noah invites some random tinder girl over to fuck half to death while you get the pleasure of listening to it through the thin wall that seperates your rooms. You've done everything to muffle the noise, but the incessant rhythmic slamming of his headboard right against the wall is similar to water torture. If you didn't care about privacy (unlike him, he frequently throws your bedroom door open while you're changing or walks in on you fresh out of the shower) you'd storm into his room and tell him to shut the fuck up but unfortunately you're a nicer person than he is so you suffer for a while longer.

♡ you end up confronting him the next night while he's on a game with his friends (again being eye twitching levels of loud and annoying). You had the decency to knock but when he opens the door he's got his hair tied up halfway, shirtless, and shorts sitting so fucking low on his hips you can see the light trail of hair that runs up his lower stomach to his navel. You hate that he's your type because shouldn't that be weird? He's your step brother, that has to be weird right?

"Yknow if you take a picture it'll last longer, right? My eyes are up here."

♡ Noah apparently clocked your staring and he has this stupid smug grin on his face that you hate. Ultimately how can he be upset for you staring at him when his eyes are always glued to your tits or ass whenever he has the chance?? He has no shame. It's not that he's upset at you, but he knows deep down you're fighting something he gave into ages ago, and he's got you wrapped around his finger whether you like it or not. You can't stand him, or is it that you want to hate him so you don't have to admit your other feelings?

"Can I help you or are you just gonna keep staring at my cock? I'm kinda fucking busy."

♡ he's always been this brash and it still somehow shocks you every time. You hate he's not really wrong, you wouldn't have been looking if his dick didn't leave a scarily large print in those shorts he was wearing. No wonder all those girls he brings over are so fucking loud. You didn't realize you still hadn't said what you came over to say, it felt like your voice was trapped in your throat especially when you looked up at him and those pretty brown eyes of his. God you fucking hate him, you hate that you're jealous of everyone that gets to spend time with him and all of those girls he's brought over to fuck and never say a word to again. He's an asshole but fuck if he isn't a pretty one. You feel like this is wrong but everything about him is wrong so what's new.

"If you want a taste you can just ask."

"Come on baby don't act like you don't think about me how I think about you. I've heard you playing with that little pussy and whining my name before, so you can't really fake hating me now, huh?"

♡ you're literally standing in his doorway dumbfounded at this point. He knew? Oh.

"Bet I could fuck that uptight attitude out of you. Maybe that's all you need, some good dick."

oh!

He shifts from where he's leaning against the doorframe to palm himself through his shorts and your heart feels like it's actually trying to escape your ribcage. Is this even real??? You came over here to bitch at him for being a loud inconsiderate asshole and he's trying to fuck you? Why doesn't he feel like this is wrong, why don't you feel like this is wrong? Why do you have this childish crush on your literal stepbrother? You feel dizzy. Noah has you right where he wants you though, he's been onto you the whole time and he could've just been nicer to you but who doesn't love a good hatefuck? He figured if he broke you down enough he could build you back up into the perfect little in home cock sleeve he knew you really wanted to be. He's fucking gross I need him but he's not wrong, is he?

♡ your eyes flit down from his eyes to his hand that's wrapped around his clothed cock again and you thought your knees would give out. How does that even fit inside anyone?? No wonder his dates sound like they're in a slasher film, they probably feel like they're getting split down the middle. You don't have much more time to think cause he's pulling you into his room and forcing you onto your knees in front of him.

"You're so much nicer when you're not bitching at me for fucking everything. Always wanted to fuck that pretty mouth of yours anyway, can't talk with your mouth full can you?"

Noah laces a large tattooed hand through the hair at the back of your head and you wince at the sting. You feel like your brain is just empty now, honestly this whole thing feels so much like a dream you're not fully convinced it's real, that you're actually letting your stepbrother smear precum on your lips with the tip of his big cock. It's even more threatening when it's not straining against his shorts, the tip is a pretty pink and there's a big thick vein running up the underside. You can't even fit your hand around it entirely, and you're so wet over it you're sure you can see through your pajama pants.

"Open."

♡ you do as you're told and Noah tugs your hair a little more to angle your head back. He's clouded up your brain so much you barely react when he spits directly onto your tongue, reaching to smear the mess around with 2 of his long fingers. You're looking up at him with big puppy eyes that water pathetically when he slides those two fingers down your throat, thrusting them in and out deeper each time to see how well you take him. He laughs when you gag and your eyes water as he sinks his fingers as deep as he can get them, you're such a fucking mess it's pathetic but that's exactly what's making his cock twitch. You're exactly how he needs you.

"gonna be a good girl for me? Let me fuck your throat and maybe I'll make you cum after if you're good."

you squeeze your thighs together to try and get some friction when he slaps his cock on your tongue, he's so fucking heavy and thick you really don't know how he expects to fit anywhere in your body let alone your mouth. Regardless, you try. You reach up to brace your hands on his tattooed thighs and focus on kissing and licking all over the tip, looking up at him when you wrap your lips around it to see his head fall back in a deep sigh. Sure he's gotten head before but something about this situation just makes him so much harder. The hand in your hair tightens and he slowly starts thrusting into your mouth, shallow at first but as you start taking more of him and it gets messy, he starts going much harder.

♡ Noah's fucking your throat so hard you have fat tears spilling down your cheeks, you're trying so hard to take him well but when he sinks in to the hilt and holds you there until you're clawing at this thighs and whimpering around his cock cause you can't breathe you can't help but pull away to catch it.

"God you're such a fucking slut."

He punctuates the phrase by landing a slap on your cheek. Not hard enough to really hurt you but definitely enough to sting. Normally you'd be upset but right now? Fuck you're almost begging him to do it again.

Once you catch your breath you open your mouth expectantly and he's right back to it. This time he has both hands tangled up in your hair while he's fucking your throat. Thank God no one's home cause he's not even trying to be a little quiet, deep moans and growls freely flowing from his mouth. You can't help but feel a little proud of yourself, normally you don't hear him make much noise when he's fucking whoever he's brought over but he's being pretty damn vocal right now. You can tell he's close by the way his thrusts falter and right before he cums he pulls out to paint your face. Whatever doesn't land on your tongue he gathers with his fingers and makes you suck them clean.

♡ you'd think he'd need a while to get hard again but no, he honestly didn't ever stop in the first place. Noah's dragging you up off the floor and nearly ripping your shorts down your legs and shirt off your torso immediately, he's seen you naked on "accident" but now that he really gets to look at you and feel you, fuck it's so much nicer. He steps back to admire your bare form but he can't go 3 seconds without teasing you. He runs his hands up your body to massage your tits and tease your nipples, pinching and playing with them until you're whimpering and teary eyed again.

He "apologizes" by leaning down and laving his tongue over the sensitive skin, making you arch against him and you can literally feel him smiling against your skin. He doesn't pull away before leaving a few dark hickeys on the underside of your tits, admiring his work after.

You don't get much of a break for long before he's picking you up and tossing you onto his bed. You can't help but notice it's neatly made (or was) before he drags your attention back to him by slapping his tip right against your clit, making you yelp. Apparently he liked your reaction cause he did it again, this time with his hand instead and with a little more force. Your voice broke into a whimper as he started rubbing circles on your clit with his fingers to ease the sting from the slap. He's mean but he still wants you to feel good.

"Can you say please? I wanna hear you beg for my cock before I give it to you, gotta know you really want it."

that smug look returns when his name and various pleads spill from your lips while he's sliding his fingers through the slick mess at your entrance, spreading the wetness around and dipping into you just enough to feel how tight you are around his fingers. He's reeling over the thought of how tight you'll be around his cock.

♡ like I said he's mean but he still wants you to feel good, he knows you need some kind of prep before he gets to fuck you. His free hand is slowly stroking his cock while the other is teasing your entrance, gauging your reaction. He starts with just one finger but quickly ends up fucking 3 into you, watching your back arch pathetically off the bed while he curls his fingers right up against that spot inside you that makes black spots flood your vision. You're squeezing his fingers so tight he knows you're close. The hand on his cock comes up to play with your clit and you feel like there's a literal fire lit in your belly.

"Gonna cum for me baby? It's okay, you can. Just let me make you feel good, need you see you fall apart for me."

Your legs are shaking, you're panting and squirming. It really feels like too much and right before you cum you're begging and pleading Noah to slow down cause it's just too much but he doesn't, if anything he's picking up the pace. The sound of your wetness is almost as loud as your moans for him and it only gets worse when that coil in your belly snaps and you nearly scream. You're arching off the bed and clawing at anything you can grab, you've cum before on your own but you've never felt anything this intense and sure as hell never made yourself squirt so this is a first. Noah is elated, his forearm and sheets are fucking drenched but he couldn't care less about the mess he's achingly hard at the fact he got you to squirt at all.

Noah reaches up and makes you clean your mess off his fingers, sliding them down your throat again just to feel you gag around them.

You're so sensitive and your brain is so fuzzy you can barely hold your head up, your chest rising and falling quickly while Noah sizes his length up against your tummy and groans at your size difference. His tip lands right below your navel, fuck, he's gonna demolish you. He's practically dripping like a faucet at this point and can't wait to be inside you, he's wanted this since you two fucking met. Noah leans over you to spit directly on your pussy before spreading it around with his tip and prodding at your slit, he's not even inside and you're whimpering about the stretch just from him resting against you.

"Can I hear you say please one more time, baby?"

♡ you enthusiastically answer, pleading for him to just fuck you and he takes the chance gladly. You knew the stretch was gonna be a lot but fuck when he actually sank balls deep your whole body ached. You were so fucking full it was unreal. You thought he couldn't get deeper but he crawled over you to push your knees up next to your ears and the moan you produced was pornographic. His tip was pressed right against your cervix and every time he thrust into you he knocked against it, it was painful at first but once the initial sting of the stretch wore off you've never felt better.

You swore you could feel him in your stomach he was so deep, and the sound of his hips smacking against yours was filthy. There was that familiar sound of his headboard hitting your shared wall but thankfully this time you weren't annoyed by it, if anything it drove you further.

Noah's moans started out deep in his chest but as he got closer they pitched up almost into whines, he was bucking his hips into yours like an animal in heat and his nails were sinking into your hips hard enough to bruise. He only leaned back a bit to wrap a hand around your throat and squeeze, cutting your moans and whimpers into pathetic strangled sounds.

"F-fuck- fuck fuck- 'm gonna cum- so fucking hard- tell me you want it- fuck, tell me you want me to fill this pretty pussy up-"

Youd never seen or heard him so disheveled but fuck if it wasn't hot. You didn't hesitate to beg for him to cum inside you, it made his head spin at the thought. God this was wrong but he couldn't help but imagine how pretty you'd look carrying his kid either. Noah pulled back just enough to have you in normal missionary, you wondered why but when he pressed his hand on your lower stomach you figured it out pretty quick. He could feel exactly where he was inside you and was rutting against his hand through you like you were nothing more than a toy. He only stopped so he could grab your hand and have you feel as well. His dick made a noticeable bulge in your belly every time he thrust into you, and it only made you ache at the thought. He really was ruining you for anyone else.

♡ Noah slid a hand between your bodies to tease your clit while he picked up the pace of his own sloppy thrusts. He was gonna cum but he needed you to cum with him. The hand on your throat absentmindedly tightened and you were seeing black spots flood your vision already but when he sank as deep as he could possibly get and whimpered as he came you couldn't stop yourself from toppling over the same edge. You thought you'd never cum so hard in your life earlier but now? This was really it. You sank your nails into his arm hard enough to draw blood while you convulsed under him, breaking into sobs of his name while he ground his hips into yours.

Noah pulling out left you with a horrible emptiness and you almost begged him to stay for just a bit longer. He was considering it himself but his thoughts were cut short when you both heard the front door downstairs open.

Shit.

Noah nearly threw you out of bed, scrambling to pull his shorts back on. Your clothes were strewn everywhere and you didn't have time to hunt for them so you picked up the first shirt you could find off his floor and put it on before racing back to your own room. Thank God you made it quick cause Noah's cum was still dripping down your thighs.

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*also just saw the rb but tagging @somebodyllelse cause I almost forgot 😭

[chaimilkshake]

Evan Peters x Actress!reader

summary: Evan is your boyfriend, but has been hesitant lately about showing you off.

word count: 658

a/n: this is not my best work, i just had the itch to write, so bear with me. criticism and suggestions are welcome <3

warnings: none!

You and Evan had been seeing each other for a few months now, under the radar. It started as a coffee date after a chemistry read, where you were casted as a couple in an upcoming movie. You had hit it off pretty well, and one thing led to another.

It was four months in, and it was getting harder and harder to hide. Your urges to soft launch him on your story were strong, but not as strong as your loyalty to Evan. You would have to talk to him about it first.

“Hey, Ev?” You ask, lifting your head from his chest. The two of you were sitting on his couch, curled into blankets, watching one of those cheesy Hallmark movies. He hums in response, taking a second to tear his eyes from the screen. “What do you think of me maybe posting you just on my Instagram story?” You offer, sitting up a bit more to sit face to face.

Evan paused, clearly not expecting that question. He lets out a prolonged “Uhh” for a second, grabbing the remote to pause the TV. “I mean, I don’t know,” he says eventually, scratching the back of his head in thought.

“Not anything super serious. Just…a soft launch.” You say, watching his expression as it sticks. “I just feel like it’s been long enough. Y’know?”

He hums at that, clearing his throat. “I thought we were gonna wait until after the show aired.” Evan looks at you fully then, making eye contact with you. It sticks for a moment, an unvoiced conversation happening between the two of you.

You deflate, seeing the hesitance in his eyes. “Listen..” He comforts softly, pulling you close again. “I know. It’s easy to jump right into showing each other off when we like each other so much, but I’ve been burned before. I’m not saying I don’t believe in us, I just think we should wait. Okay?” He explains, hand slowly running up and down your arm.

Part of you wants to lash out. Yell about how he’s not proud of you, and he doesn’t deserve you. But that small part of you understands. You weren’t just normal people. Relationships were a big deal in this industry, and had to be passed around carefully. Luckily, that part took hold as you relaxed into his side. “Okay,” you whisper, nodding and returning to your position on his chest. He reaches for the remote and the movie resumes, gaining your full attention once more.

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Today marked the six month anniversary of you and Evan’s relationship. Half a year may not seem like a big deal to most adult relationships, but to you two, it was something to celebrate. Your TV show had just come out, it was getting great ratings, the two of you were scheduling interview after interview. This was your excuse to be alone.

Evan had made a reservation at a fairly fancy restaurant, telling you to dress your best. You spent at least two hours getting dolled up, and maybe matching your outfit to the color of his suit.

When you two arrived, you were seated immediately. It was a beautiful, dimly lit restaurant with off-white linen tablecloths. The prices were nowhere to be found on the menu, which is how you really knew it was bad.

Before you could think about it any further, you heard the click of Evan’s phone camera. You look up, seeing your boyfriend smiling at his phone, solidifying your theory.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” You ask, watching him tuck his phone away.

“Maybe. Is that a problem?” He teased, picking his glass up to sip his wine.

“I suppose not,” You chuckle. “Who are you sending that to?”

“You’ll see.”

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[elliesmainhoe]

BLOODY

Boxer!Ellie X Physio!Reader

Summary: Now her physio, you treat Ellie's wounds after a match.

Contents: Blood, injury, patching up, Ellie knocking someone unconscious, treatment of wounds, violence, comfort, fluff.

Part 2 of Motivation

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It was the sixth round of twelve. Ellie had promised that this fight would be easy and it would last three rounds at the most. But her she was bloody nose and panting as she glared at her opponent, angry at their resilience.

Ellie's opponent looked worse than she did. A black eye forming on the left side of their face and a busted lip, dripping blood from the open cut. It had been a month since Ellie's proposal for you to be her personal physical therapist and medic, and inevitability you agreed.

Now you were watching her throw punch after punch at someone's face, the crowd cheering and spurring on the violence. Ironically, you have never liked contact sports, you'd seen too many cases of sports men who played violent sport suffer horrible irreversible injuries that lead to an early retirement.

You couldn't say that you liked boxing. But Ellie did, Ellie loved it, she lived for it, it was her whole world and she knew the risks, because believe me you made sure she did, and she chose to still take part in it.

The sound of a bell ringing out drew you from your thoughts, it's chimes signalled the end of the sixth round and the beginning of the one minute interval between rounds.

Ellie's coach rushed between the rings ropes and began speaking to her, obviously trying to psyche her up for the next round. You could tell she wasn't paying him any attention, her eyes scanned the crowd of staff, her gaze softened when she spotted you.

You raised an eyebrow at her, tapping your wrist as if to say 'hurry up and knock him out'. Her smile turned into a smirk as she gestured a mock salute mouthing a joking 'Yes ma'am' and scoffed when you rolled your eyes at her.

Ellie's coach gave hera rag and she wiped her face of any sweat and blood she could before the bell rang out signalling the end of the interval. Everyone who wasn't the two fighters left the ring and soon Ellie began dishing out punches once again.

The opponent backed away while trying to dodge Ellie's swings until they found themself backed up against the ropes, now cornered by Ellie and forced to take attack after attack to the head. You could see the dizziness build up in their eyes, their arms were up, trying helplessly to shield their head from the harsh punches Ellie was dishing out.

But finally Ellie's opponents legs have out, and now laid unconscious on the padded ground and the crowd roared with excitement. The audience began the countdown.

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Ellie had won. Thank God. And the referee entered the ring along with some medics. The medics attended the unconscious state of Ellie's opponent and the ref locked hands with Ellie raising it in the air as a sign of victory, the cheers that echoed throughout the room made a cocky smirk spread out on her face.

Relief fled throughout your body, watching Ellie closely, studying every bruise, cut and affliction she had accumulated throughout the match. As soon as she stepped out of the ring you rushed towards her, wrapping you arms around her shoulders carefully, trying not to disturb any angry purple bruises.

"Hey baby" she leaned down and whispered in your ears, wrapping her arms around your waist and rocking side to side. "Let's talk somewhere quieter, too loud out here to hear your pretty voice properly." She hummed before holding your hand and guiding you towards a bathroom backstage.

When you were both inside, she turned around locking the door and sighing. "Thought you were gonna lose then." You teased and laughed when Ellie's face dropped in mock offense.

"Rude. I never lose, especially not when my girls watching me... What are you doing..?"

"Looking for a first aid kit."

"of course you are" she scoffs and rolls her eyes playfully. When you finally find the white plastic box with a red cross in the middle you push yourself onto the countertop, gesturing to Ellie to come closer, she does slipping in between your legs and resting her hands on your legs, gripping your thighs.

You took out an antibacterial wipe, wiping down the various, bruises, scratches and blood on her face. Grabbing and applying various creams, balms and plasters onto scratches and cuts that littered her muscular body. Due to her wearing only a sports bra and gym shorts, you had easy access to all over her body.

"You're lucky y'know. This could've been a lot worse..." "Yeah but it wasn't, so don't worry angel, I'll be fine, can't say the same for the other guy" she chuckled, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

She leaned into you, tilting her head to the side and pressing her slightly chapped lips to your softly. You hummed against her lips, happily tugging at her hair.

"cmon sweetheart, we should go celebrate my win"

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Bro I wrote this and didn't save it properly and Tumblr deleted it 😭 so here it is rewritten.

Also I don't know boxing so excuse any errors when I'm writing about the boxing match lol. ❤️

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[bbygirlpascal]

Distraction (Pedro Pascal x Fem Reader)

18+ ONLY: Please don't interact with my posts if you are under 18.

This one is kind of short, but I hope you like!

Summary: you and Pedro are at a party and you run into one of your exes.

“I’m gonna head to the men’s room real quick, I’ll be back in a second,” Pedro said as he kissed the top of your head and made his way into the back of the house. It was summer and you were at a party at somebodies house. A friend of a friend of one of Pedro’s friends or something. The place was practically as big as the state so it was easy enough to sit and relax and not have to worry about putting on your best smile and saying hi to everyone.

You laid back in the lounge chair, letting the sun sink into your skin and warm you up.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you turned around, “Long time no see.”

Your breath hitched. You looked up as your ex, from almost 6 months ago now, was standing in front of you with an unsettling smile spread across his face.

“I’m sorry I need to go,” is all you could muster up the courage to say. You made you way out of your chair but were stopped short by a hand gripping your arm.

“I see you have a new boyfriend now huh?” he said, you gulped trying to wriggle your way out of his grip. Who the fuck does he think he is?

“Yeah, I do. Why do you care?” you said to him.

He scoffed, “I just think it’s funny how you told me you weren’t going to date anyone for awhile and now here you are with that old man.”

Your eyes narrowed at him, you tried to wriggle from his grip but he just held on tighter. “It’s been 6 months Tommy. Get the fuck over it and let me go.”

“Nah, I think it’d be funny to have Pedro see how riled up you still get around me. Remember how crazy we were when we were together?” he tantalized you. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind getting to know what you were like back then.”

You felt your cheeks getting red and anger rose through your entire body, it caught you off guard that he was even here. You felt a hand snake around your waist as Pedro cleared his throat.

“Want to let me know what’s going on?” Pedro said with his jaw clenched, eyes burning on Tommy. Tommy looked at him, you could tell he grew a bit more nervous now. But, he was always stubborn, always wanted a rise out of people, so he still didn’t let go of you. “I think you can get your hand off of her now, hm?” Pedro said to him with a slight nod of his head. He finally let go of you as you stormed into the sitting area in the house.

“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me princessa. What happened?” Pedro asked crouching down so he was face to face with you.

“It’s so fucking stupid, he just always has to ruin everything,” you fumbled with the strap of your bathing suit bottoms. “I was afraid that he would do something to me. He kept making gross comments.”

“Yeah, I heard them. It took all my strength to not bash his fucking head in,” Pedro sighed and clenched his hands into fists. “I’m sorry mi amor. I have an idea on something that’ll take your mind off of this,” he said as he grabbed you by the hand and led you into the bathroom.

He closed the door and laid you down on the small chaise lounge in the middle of the room (yeah, it’s that kind of bathroom). His hands explored your body, caressing each and every part. You laid back admiring him, how attentive he was to you. His eyes looked at you as he lifted your leg up, resting your foot on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your foot and worked his way down your leg, kneading and squeezing your thighs with his hands until he was met with your core. He planted small kisses along your inner thigh before planting one on your pussy. He tugged on the strings of your bikini bottoms and let them loose, ripping them out from underneath you.

Pedro took in his view before he flattened his tongue against your pussy, making you sharply inhale and grip onto his hair. He started working his tongue along your slit, inserting it into your entrance, his nose tickling your clit. You tugged on the strings of your top to rid yourself of the fabric, you tossed it onto the floor alongside your bottoms. Pedro slid his hand up to caress your breast, pinching and squeezing on your already hard nipple. His tongue was swirling on your clit, sucking on it and making you cry out for him.

“I wanna ride you,” you said to him and a devilish smile spread across his face. He laid down on his back as you straddled either side of him. Once his pants were off, his cock was resting on his stomach, hard as ever. You started to grind your pussy along his cock, not entering it into you yet, just rubbing it along your folds. Your wetness against his cock was euphoric, Pedro let out a groan as he brought his hands up and squeezed your tits. You grabbed his cock and lined it up to your entrance and slowly sat on it. The length of his cock already feeling so deep inside of you, it was almost painful. You started to move your hips, rolling them around. He grabbed your waist and watched you intently as you went to work on his cock. Grinding your hips on him, and leaning back on your hands to get more leverage.

He wet his fingers and started circling his thumb on your clit. You let out a loud moan, the feeling of his fingers on your clit and his cock so deep inside of you made you see stars. You started to bounce on his cock, feeling it slam against your walls. You swore you heard a knock on the door, but Pedro didn’t turn to look so you ignored it.

“Ride my dick baby. Yeah just like that,” Pedro said, shifting his attention to your tits. You tilted your head back, the pleasure taking over you. Your moans were loud and obscene but you didn’t care. Pedro sat up and started sucking on your nipples, wrapping his hand around your waist and digging his nails into your back. You felt that familiar feeling in your pussy, as your moans grew even louder. “You gonna cum on my cock princess?” he growled in your ear. He grabbed a hold of your waist and thrusted himself into you even deeper, you gripped onto his shoulders as your climax washed over you. He continued thrusting into you until your orgasm was complete. You climbed off of him and got onto your knees. He finished off in your mouth, his head rolling back as his cum coated your tongue and messily dripped down onto your tits. He put his thumb into your mouth as you swallowed, looking at you like you were his entire fucking world, cause you were.

You both cleaned up and tried to make yourselves look presentable, and not like you had just had sex minutes ago. You both walked out of the bathroom and saw Tommy standing outside, waiting to use the restroom. You could tell by the scowl on his face that he heard everything.

[pedrotonin]

Paring: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Maybe he's one of them, you're not sure. Too scared to kill him, you have to come up with a different plan.

Rating: explicit

Wordcount: 4k

Warnings: mention of the reader hearing someone get raped and killed.

A/N: as always: English is not my first language. If you spot any bad mistakes, please feel free to contact me!

There it is again, that sound. You drop to your knees while seeking cover behind an old and dusty cabinet. Gun in hand, hiding from whatever or whomever is in the same building as you.

Just yesterday, your travel companion got killed by a group of raiders. The two of you were heading towards a community, located somewhere in Jackson County. The building you chose for the night turned out to be the biggest mistake of your life, well, especially her life. Out out of nowhere, the woman whom you'd spent the last 6 months of your life with, was hanging upside down in front of you, screaming her lungs out. You tried to hush her, frantically trying to cut the rope attached to her ankle, but she was panicking and wouldn't listen, kept on screaming bloody murder. There was not much you could do for her when you heard them coming: a small group of men. You always stood your ground, you even killed before, but this, you couldn't possibly win. So you hid, just before they entered, inside an empty wooden crate. You couldn't see them, but you heard everything. They had laughed and taunted her, poking her with their guns, making her swing back and forth. Eventually, they'd let her down, and what happened next was almost unbearable to think about. Their grunts and moans, combined with her screams, made the urge to throw up so strong, you had to put your head between your knees and try to breathe through it. After about an hour, her screams stopped, and another half hour later, you finally deemed it save enough to take a peek out of the crate. She was lying face down on the floor. Naked. Blood and semen everywhere. You threw up then, multiple times, until there was nothing left. Eventually, when the dry heaving stopped, you unfolded your sleeping bag and covered her body. It was the least you could do, owing her for not telling them about your presence. You never felt more like a coward in your life. Afraid to leave the building, since you had no idea if the raiders were still there, you'd stayed the night.

And now you're on your knees, hiding again, because you hear something. Someone. It's not a clicker because they don't rummage through drawers. You peek around the cabinet and spot the silhouette of a man. Maybe he's one of the raiders, but you can't tell for sure because you didn't see any of them. The thought that he could be makes your anger towards him almost palpable.

He's older than you are. The grunting and the greys in his hair and beard tell you that much. It could be to your advantage. He's also taller and stronger than you, a disadvantage. You must think this through. Kill him? Let him be?

Before you decide your next move, he crouches down to get a look inside a bottom cabinet. His back now towards you and the top half of his body inside the cabinet, you decide to act. Sneaking towards him, you put the gun in front of you, pointing it at the back of his head. He doesn't hear your approach, so you put the barrel against him and he freezes instantly.

"Turn towards me, don't try anything stupid," you try to make your voice as even and demanding as possible.

He scoots back a little, both his hands rest on his knees as he turns to you. His brown eyes take you in, his brows furrow, and his mouth sets in a straight line. He doesn't look scared, more like angry or annoyed that his search is interrupted. It pisses you off more than anything. You pull back the hammer, and this seems to trigger something in him, seeing him put both his hands up in the air, a worried look now taking over the annoyed expression on his face.

"Hey, hey, easy now, I ain't gonna hurt you."

He's not from around here. His accent is thick, Texan probably.

"Shut up."

You could kill him. Just one bullet should do the job, but somehow, you can't muster the courage for it. Plan B. You rummage inside your backpack until your fingers touch the cold metal you're looking for, pulling out a pair of sturdy looking handcuffs. You open them, and the man's eyes widen when he realizes what's about to happen.

"Look, there's no ne-"

"I said shut up!" you hiss. "Put your hands in front of you!"

He holds them in front of him and you cuff him before ordering him to stand. His broad frame is towering over you, and you hastily take a step back.

"Start walking," you gesture towards the exit with your gun. He hesitates for just a moment before walking past you. Weird. You look back and spot a brownish backpack and a hunting rifle on the floor. Ah fucking ha, bastard!

You swing the pack and the rifle on your back while the man lets out an angry sigh.

You have no idea where you're going, but you know you need to get as far away from here as possible. You walk for hours on end and not come across one place you deem save enough to spend the night. He's not as fast as a walker as you are, and you keep telling him to hurry, but he downright ignores you.

"For fuck sake hurry up!" you groan, when you pass him for the umpteenth time because he's slowing down again. He decides to grace you with his voice then.

"Look, jus' lemme go. There's a motel 'bout 10 minutes west from here. You'll be safe there, I won't come for ya."

He's kidding, right? You abruptly turn around, facing him.

"Ha, ha, very fucking funny. And then what, kill me in my sleep? Or will you let your friends have a go at me first?"

"No, pl-"

"Shut up and show me this motel you're talking about, " you angrily point the gun toward him again.

He throws his hands up in an angry motion and rolls his eyes. You hear him mumble some profanities, but he starts walking in a different direction and you follow. Hoping he's telling the truth and won't lead you into some kind of trap.

Turns out he wasn't lying. Looking at the old, but mostly intact building in front of you, you decide to let him check if it's as save as he claims it to be. He raises an eyebrow at your demand.

"You want me to check the rooms without a gun and with these -he rattles the cuffs- on?"

"Yes! Hurry up!" you yell, getting tired of his attitude. He doesn't seem to be all that impressed by you, even though you constantly have your gun pointed at him.

A muscle ticks in his jaw, and he looks like he wants to strangle you with his bare hands, but eventually he starts to examine each room, while you're ready to shoot if something should happen. Nothing happens though, and you choose the corner room to stay for the night. It has an extra window on the side, an extra escape route, should you need it.

Inside is a bed, a nightstand, a built-in closet, and a chair. The separate bathroom is beyond filthy and without running water it's useless anyway. Throwing both backpacks and the rifle on the bed, you look at the man. What to do with him? You're awfully tired, but you can't just let him be.

Walking towards him, you point the gun at his face again and motion for him to sit on the floor opposite the bed. Surprisingly so, he doesn't argue. You hand over the little keys and tell him to release one of his hands. When he does, you put the cuff around the radiator and then back around his wrist. Trapping him in a seating position on the floor.

There, that should do it. Yawning, you let yourself fall backward on the filthy matress.

"Try to get some sleep," you tell him.

He scoffs, but you're already dozing off.

The loud rumbling sound of thunder has you frantically take in your surroundings. Where the fuck are you? Slowly remembering, you bolt upright and look at the wall facing the bed. He's still there, his head rests against the wall, but he's awake, looking at you.

You swing your legs over the edge and wait a few seconds before you stand and walk towards the window. It's somewhere around dawn. Rain smashes against the building, while flashes of lighting brighten the sky. Damnit. You decide to wait it out before resuming your journey. You still want to find Jackson, but you're not sure you want to inform him about that just yet.

Opening his backpack, you find a few cans of peaches. He sits a little straighter, and you think he wants to say something, but he remains quiet. You open the lid with your knife, they smell pretty good. You take a few sips of the juice before you make your way over to the man and hold the can in front of his face. "You want some?"

He shakes his head. Whatever. You sit back down on the bed and eat some of the peaches while studying him.

He's probaby in his late forties or early fifties. Harsh lines have settled across his face. He's wearing dark jeans and a denim button up. His eyes are brown, as is his hair, but it's streaked with grey, giving it a salt and pepper look. His mustache is fuller than his beard, which is a bit patchy. Both also start to grey, especially his beard. You already established that he's tall, or at least much taller than you. Probably around 6 feet. He's broad shouldered, and you can tell by the way his shirt hugs his biceps that he's strong. With a shock, you realize you find him attractive. Very much so.

"Are you familiar with this area? Since you knew about this motel," you ask him.

He doesn't answer you.

"Are you sure you don't want some of the juice?"

No answer.

"Why won't you talk?"

Nothing.

With an exasperating sigh you look away from him.

"I'm going outside to collect some water."

You grab your flask and his rifle and without looking back you step outside and close the door behind you. God, what have you gotten yourself into.

You return about an hour later. Having collected some rainwater and also checking out the area. The motel is pretty deep into a fast forest. The road in front of it long covered with overgrown trees and grass. It's a save enough spot for now. Opening the door, you step inside and shed your soaked jacket. The man rattles his cuffs against the radiator and you meet his eyes.

"Need to piss," he grunts.

Great. You take your gun and walk towards him, noticing his eyes travel down you body. You look down and see your shirt is also soaked, leaving the fabric almost transparant. Your niples are hard and the flimsy material of your threadbare bra leave not much to the imagination. Instead of covering yourself you let him look, the thought of it makes you shiver.

You hand him the keys to the cuffs and he opens one side, releasing himself from the radiator as he stands, then he fastens the cuff around his wrist again. He looks at you, while making a little bow. You roll your eyes and motion towards the door, opening it for him, so he can step outside.

"There's a bush a little to the right," you tell him, showing him the way. He opens his zipper and turns his head towards you. You keep the gun pointed in his direction but you do cast your eyes, even though his back is facing you. He finishes and walks back towards the motel room without saying another word. Inside, you kick the chair towards him, and he grabs it before fastening himself to the radiator again. He sits in the chair with a grunt. You hope he's at least somewhat thankful, but he doesn't voice it.

The rain lasts the entire day, so you decide to spend another night in the motel. The man still rarely talks, only when he needs to relieve himself or to give a snide remark here and there. He also doesn't want to eat, and you had to force him to drink something. At first, he tried to fight you, but with the gun against his temple, he eventually took a few sips. If looks could kill, you would have been dead by now.

"Have you heard of a community called Jackson?"

You swear you see a look of panic briefly cross his face, but it's gone before you can tell for sure. He doesn't answer you. Of course he doesn't. You grow so fucking tired of him.

You must have dozed off. You dreamed about her, about her dead and broken body in front of you, while you covered her with your sleeping bag. She suddenly opened her eyes and started tauning you. Telling you how much of a coward you were. Her voice started to change into a male one, and that same voice now tells you to wake up.

It's his voice. You sit up and look at him. He raises a brow towards you, then he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and looks away. You suddenly have enough of him. His attitude, his cockiness, his whole presence. You walk towards him.

"Tell me your name."

Nothing. You backhand him across his face, making his head snap to the right.

"Tell me your name."

Nothing. You backhand him again, making his head snap to the left.

"Tell.me.your.fucking.name!"

You grab the hair on the back of his head and yank his head backward, pulling out your knife and putting it against his throat. He smirks at you, and you feel yourself overcome with rage. White spots dance in front of your eyes. You swipe the blade of the knife against the skin just underneath his chin, leaving a shallow cut, but making him hiss in shock nonetheless.

"Fuckin' hell, lady! M'name's Joel!"

A few droplets of blood trickle down his neck into his shirt. You feel a rush of adrenaline. You're in charge here, not him.

"Good, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Your voice is laced with a sickening sweetness.

"So, Joel. You will eat these now," you grab the can of peaches you left on the nightstand. "And then you're going to tell me how to get to Jackson. Am I clear?"

He nods, barely noticeble. His eyes are wide while he's taking you in, like he can't believe you actually cut him.

You stand in front of him, taking one of the peaches between your fingers and hold it in front of his face. He doesn't open his mouth, so you shove it against his lips. He's so angry the veins in his neck start bulging. You push harder, and he finally opens his mouth, so you push it all the way in. Juices drip down his chin while he chews.

"Good boy," you tell him without thinking. The air instantly shifts. His eyes darken and he lowers them to look at your still visible nipples again. You feel your abdominal muscles contract.

Taking another peach, you push it against his mouth again. He immediately opens his mouth for you this time. Your hand lingers a bit, and suddenly his tongue darts out and touches your finger. You snatch it back and look at him, he stares back. Does he really want to play this game? Good thing he's so goddamn handsome. Your fingers gather the juice on his chin and you push two of them against his lips. His tongue swirls around them before he sucks them into his mouth. You take a step back, breathing hard.

He shifts, the bulge in his jeans obvious and you marvel at the thought that you have this kind of power over him. You lie down on the bed, your back towards him. Trying your best to ignore your throbbing pussy and the heavy breathing coming from him. Somehow you fall asleep, waking when it's already dark outside. Another day wasted.

The next morning is a bit awkward. He's awake (he always is, you wonder if he ever sleeps) and staring. You make a show of getting out of bed. Stretching, yawning, moaning. His nostrils flare, but he remains quiet.

"Today you'll show me the way to Jackson." you state, not expecting an answer. But much to your surprise he does answer you.

"I don't know where Jackson is."

"You're lying. I don't appreciate it."

"I don't appreciate being cuffed to the wall."

"I don't trust you."

"Why'd you take me then?"

A good question. You don't really know the answer to it yourself. You shrug.

"You're scared of being alone sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? Okay, this is getting too personal now. Your mind takes you back to all the things that happened to you in the last 20 years. "Let's go," you uncuff one of his hands. You're distracted, your mind million miles away, your gun still on the bed.

Before you realize your mistake, he strikes. One of his hands take a firm grip around your throat as he wrestles you to the floor. You're no competition, he's so much stronger than you are. You try in vain to claw at his face, but he easily takes both of your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. He swings his leg over your thighs, both of your legs now between his own as he puts his weight down and then he squeezes your throat even more. You can't breathe, tears start streaming down your cheeks. This is it, he's going to kill you. Black spots start to dance in front of your eyes. They start growing and growing, until all you see is black. And then....nothing.

You have no idea how long you've been out, but when you wake, everything hurts, especially your throat. You groan and try to sit, but you quickly realise you can't because your hands are tied to the bed posts. Shit. You try to open your eyes more, groaning again, the sunlight really hurts your head.

Memories of what happened suddenly flood your mind and you gasp. Eyes now wide open you take in your surroundings. You're still in the motelroom, your backpack is on the chair, but Joel, aong with his backpack, rifle and your gun are gone.

No, no, no. You start to panic. Your legs start kicking, your arms yanking against the ropes, desperately trying to free yourself, but it's no use. The rope only wraps itself tighter around your wrists. You let out a scream, but manage to turn it into quiet whimpers. Tears stream down your face at the realization that he left you here to die. How you wished he would have just killed you.

The door opens and all of a sudden he's there, he's back. Walking in, with a dead rabbit in one hand and his rifle in the other. He sets everything down before he looks over at you. You must be a sight to see. Eyes wide, mouth open, chest heaving, tears streaming, stuttering.

"W-What? W-why?"

He sits down on the edge of the bed and runs a hand through his hair. It's wet. You suddenly notice he's wearing a different shirt as well. A green flanel instead of the denim button up.

"You're awake," he states. "I brought food," he points at the rabbit.

What is happening? You close your mouth and clear your aching throat.

"Why didn't you kill me?" you rasp.

He starts skinning the rabbit with a knife, your knife. "I could ask you the same question darlin'."

Touché. You remain silent and watch as he skillfully skins and guts the rabbit. He's done this before. When he's done, he takes his rifle and leaves you again, not returning for another hour or two. When he finally returns, it's almost dark outside. He unfastens the robes that tie you to the bed. For a second, you think about fleeing, but decide not to. He brought food and didn't kill you when he had the chance. He can't be that bad, right? You awkwardly stand in front of him until he tells you to sit down, handing you a piece of the now cooked meat.

"'M sorry about your friend," he suddenly says.

You stare at him. "What? You were there? Why didn't you kill them!?" you exclaim. Waving the piece of meat in his direction.

"There were 10 of them, only one of me darlin', and I didn't hear you shoot either," he accuses you. "Didn't even know you were there."

He's right. It wouldn't have been a fair fight.

"So you're all alone out here then?" you ask.

He seems to hesitate before he answers. "No. I was with somebody. He took of the moment your friend started screamin'. I couldn't get out on time."

"So your friend just left you?"

"'s not a friend, just a patr-," the moment the words leave his mouth, he knows he said too much.

"Patrol partner? Fuck! You're actually from Jackson, aren't you?"

There's no denying it anymore, so he nods.

"Is it save there? Are there a lot of people? What is it like? I've been looking for it! I've been traveling for over 6 months to find it! I-"

He holds up a hand. "Stop rambling."

You nod, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and excited. "Will you take me there?"

He shrugs. "Dunno sugar. You kidnapped me, cuffed me, cut me....should I?"

You cast your eyes, shoulders dropping. "I was afraid. Afraid you'd hurt me, or kill me, or," you don't finish the sentence. He'll never take you.

He looks at you, contemplating, before he takes another bite of rabbit meat. "It's nice there, safe."

You sniff. "I did give you peaches, remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

You look up, finding his eyes already on you. Dark again. You recognize that look. Lust.

He clears his troat, "I'll take you. Now eat."

A/N: I have part 2 about halfway done. They don't arrive in Jackson just yet. First, there's some steam to blow off.

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Uncertain Ground (6)

WC: 3.3k words Warnings: 1970s, angst, fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. Overstimulation. Vaginal sex. Oral sex. Multiple orgasms. Cum play. Daddy kink. Degradation. Drug use.

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Masterlist

Ben held Abby’s hand as he guided her out of the building, leaving through a way she hadn’t seen before, more isolated, and she was surprised when she found his car hidden away.

“I need an easy escape sometimes too,” he winked at her.

Abby didn’t even bother to remember telling her agent where she was going.

They drove for an hour or so, past the streets and up to the Upper East Side, until they reached a tall building.

He parked up and took her along with him to the highest floor, and the door of the lift opened to a very large penthouse.

"Wow," she sighed, awed.

The place looked exactly what she thought Soldier Boy's place would, though not what she imagined Ben's place would look like.

It was strange, the way she separated them mentally.

The walls were full of posters from all of his films, medals and photos of him with several influential people.

It looked like a museum more than it looked like someone's home.

He embraced her from behind, holding her close and kissing the back of her neck, and she gasped.

"Ben..."

He moved his kisses up the neck and a hand behind her back.

"Been wanting to get you out of this dress all night," he hummed. "You look so pretty in it, baby girl."

He pulled away slowly, and placed a little kiss on her neck.

"Let me go grab us a little fuel," he hummed. "And you make yourself naked for me, uh?"

His big hand slapped her ass, and she gasped in response as he walked away.

That was very considerate of him, Abby was feeling a little hungry now that she had thought about it.

She took off her dress, and had folded it and looked for a place to leave it on, walking through the corridor.

Abby stopped in front of a door, and her eyes widened when she opened it.

It was Ben’s bedroom.

His bed was huge - as big as some rooms, she would bet.

Her eyes skimmed over a bar counter as she placed her gown on a dresser, seeing bottles of liquor and… other things. It made her face burn, remembering their first meeting.

“There you are,” Ben exclaimed from behind her. “I see you found my bedroom alright.”

She turned around, seeing him emerging from his closet.

He was already naked, and Abby found herself forcing her gaze to see his face, and frowned when she saw him pulling something from a tin.

The blue bottle.

“You remember this, baby doll?” he shook it, smirking teasingly.

Her cunt creamed as if he had just rung her a little bell.

And yet, she also remembered how it felt to come down from it.

“Ben…” she started speaking.

Before she could finish, he walked over and kissed her lips hungrily.

She melted into his arms, moaning, and he pulled back slowly, pushing two fingers into her lips, and she sucked on them.

“Open up, baby doll,” he pushed her jaw down. “You know you like this one.”

She whimpered, and he pulled his fingers back, placing the pill on her tongue.

Abby couldn’t say no.

Ben tipped her chin up, humming along.

“Swallow down, pretty girl,” he hummed. “I’m gonna be able to fuck you the whole night and morning with this.”

She swallowed it down, feeling a little giddy, and looked at his face.

It would be worth a few days of soreness.

“Your turn,” she hummed.

Ben smirked.

“I’ll take mine in a better way, sweetheart,” he decided.

He grabbed her hips and she yelped, holding onto his shoulders as he carried her to his bed, laying her down.

“Stay still,” he hummed running his finger over her stomach. “Love those abs so much…”

He pinched his pill, crushing it and placing the powder on her stomach in a long line tracing the contour of her abs.

Ben licked his stained fingers and looked up at her through his eyelashes, and Abby held her breath.

“The things you fucking do to me,” he growled, moving down to sniff across her torso.

He used his way up to lick the vale between her breasts and bit the meaty bottom of her breast.

Abby gasped, sensitive, and squirmed, but he held her down while his tongue explored and licked her chest, devouring her skin.

She could feel his erection rubbing against her thigh, and it only made her feel wetter.

“Ben,” she spread her legs.

She needed him to fuck her.

“You want me to fuck that pussy?” he teased her, moving his hand down and pushing a finger into her cunt, rubbing and teasing. “What if I wanna stick my dick somewhere else?”

She moaned, needy as his fingers played with her.

“Where?” she looked down at him. “My mouth?”

He hummed a little, pushing two fingers inside and rolling his fingers a little before pulling them back.

“I’ was thinking somewhere a little… south,” he hummed, taking his fingers down.

He teased her asshole with his wet finger, and she jumped a little, closing her eyes in pleasure, sensitive.

“Ben,” she panted. “I-”

He had never fucked her there.

“It’s alright, baby doll,” he shushed her. “I’ll be slow, don’t worry.”

Ben moved down slowly, kissing her cunt, licking and sucking on it.

“Look at that,” he spread her legs. “You’re already dripping and you haven’t even cum yet.”

She flushed, a little embarrassed, and moaned as he licked across her entrance, sucking her clit.

Ben moved hungrily, devouring her as he squeezed her thigh with a hand and fucked her ass with another.

“Ben!” she moaned, reaching and grabbing his hair, arching her hips.

She came so quickly it was embarrassing.

He looked amused as he rubbed more of her wetness onto his fingers, and finally - finally - pushed a single finger into her, making her groan and squirm.

“There you go,” he hummed. “Relax, sweet girl. Just like that.”

Abby squirmed a little.

“It feels strange,” she confessed.

She had never experimented with anal sex, not even with fingering.

Ben hummed a little.

“Of course, baby,” he cooed. “You are an ass virgin, I bet my finger feels so big inside you…”

Abby whined.

It didn’t quite feel big, but it absolutely felt new.

“Imagine two fingers in,” he near hissed. “And then three. And my cock, pretty doll.”

She didn’t have to imagine for too long, as he pushed a second finger inside, and she moaned.

Ben moved up, kissing her lips and pushing the third finger inside, and she could feel her ass stretching around them as his other hand rushed to her breast, fondling it.

“I’m gonna fill that ass up,” he hissed, biting her nipple. “Make it messy with my cum until you can’t do anything but beg me to fuck your pussy and make you cum.”

She moaned, and he pushed her legs spread wide, taking his fingers from inside, and she moaned when he pushed his cock between her folds, and Ben coated himself with her wetness.

“All your holes are going to be stuffed tonight,” he grunted, pressing the head of his cock to her asshole. “Because they are all mine. You’re just mine.”

“Yes, Ben,” she moaned, arching her hips to him. “I want to be yours.”

Ben pushed his cock into her slowly, and she couldn’t quite figure if he was teasing her or just being patient.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Abby opened her eyes, moving her gaze to his face.

“Say you’re mine,” he commanded, cock halfway into her. “Promise me you’re only mine.”

She panted.

“I’m yours,” she promised. “I’m only yours.”

Ben’s eyes continued to stare at her.

“Who do you love?”

“You,” she moaned.

“And only me,” he spoke between teeth. “Say it.”

She nodded along, pushing her hips up, trying to get him more inside her.

“Only you,” she promised. “I only love you, Ben.”

He pushed all the way into her, and Abby embraced him, clinging to him as the stretch sent pleasure all over her body.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “So tight, baby.”

Was she?

Abby couldn’t even feel it.

He was everywhere inside her, and though the feeling was different, it was still pleasurable.

“Mine,” he chanted, pulling his hips back and pushing into her again. “All mine. Just mine.”

She squirmed, trying to push herself closer. It felt so good, but she couldn’t cum like this

She just fucking needed it.

“Please, Ben,” she whined. “Please.”

Abby tried to touch her clit, but he just grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her head.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he grunted. “Nothing more, baby doll. You’re mine, just mine.”

She whined and he fucked deep into her.

“And being mine means I decide,” Ben stated.

Abby just moaned more, hungry and feeling her mind foggy.

“Ben,” she panted, breathless.

“You are my slut,” he hissed. “My bunch of holes to fill in.”

She just cried in pleasure, a little overwhelmed, and closed her eyes, taken by it.

“There you go,” he growled. “Love you like this, all surrender, my baby doll.”

Yes, yes, she was his. His sweet baby doll, all his.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he growled. “Fill that ass up. You want that, don’t you?”

Abby moaned and he squeezed her wrists in a death-like grip.

“I’m going to give my slut a big load of cum in her ass,” he rambled. “And she is going to love it so much because that is exactly was she needs.”

“I do,” she moaned. “It’s what I need, Ben. Cum in me, please, please.”

He fucked her harder.

“Gonna be leaking out of all your holes when I’m done with you,” his pace became more erratic. “Everyone is gonna know you belong to me.”

Abby loved that idea.

She did. She belonged to him, only him.

No one would ever deny that she was his.

Ben moaned loudly and finally came in her, pushing his cock as deep as it could go and holding his hips in place as he twitched in pleasure.

She whimpered at the feeling of being filled, and Ben pulled out - a little too - soon, leaving her to twitch as she felt his cum slowly leaking out of her.

She was still lost in the feeling as he walked away to somewhere she couldn’t see, letting her go, and Abby rubbed her thighs together, rubbing her body on the soft covers, shivering all over, too sensitive.

The sheets caressed her skin, making her body warm up and her pussy twitch around nothing.

They felt so good, like a warm hug and a sweet hand moving all over her skin, a sweet massage made to make her feel so, so good.

She felt like she could just rub herself all over it.

So she did.

It felt so good, so warm and soft…

Gosh, that could make her cum.

Abby remembered the times when she would hump her pillow to get off, never using a toy or daring to do the things she did today, now that she had Ben. And it was so good.

She was so close, she could feel her clit throbbing and her toes curling.

“What are you doing?” Ben’s voice echoed through the bedroom.

Her eyes widened as she turned to look at him, standing by the door frame and looking very disappointed.

“I know your moans, baby doll,” he walked to her.

Abby tried to back away, but he grabbed her quickly, manhandling her until she was lying over his lap.

“And here I was, thinking my slut was so obedient,” he pined her with a hand. “And she was trying to get herself off without me.”

She squirmed.

“Ben, please,” Abby tried to beg. “I didn’t-”

He stopped her with a harsh slap, and she gasped out in response.

“Don’t give me any of that,” he scolded, slapping her rhythmically. “You know better. This cunt is mine.”

Ben emphasised his words with his smacks, and she could only cry as he did.

“You are not allowed to cum without my permission,” he grunted. “Don’t you know that, baby doll?”

Abby’s eyes welled up at the thought of having disobeyed him.

“I’m sorry, Ben,” she begged. “I didn’t cum, I promise!”

He smacked her ass again, and her cunt fluttered.

Finally, he stopped and held her down.

“If you ever try that again, daddy will make sure you won’t ever touch yourself again, do you hear me?”

She nodded, though still whining a bit.

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned.

The nickname danced on her lips too easily for something she had never said before.

Ben pushed back to the bed, stomach first and with her ass sticking out.

“And here I got you such a nice gift,” he hummed, pressing something hard and cold into her ass while caressing her hot skin.

Abby moaned as it fit snugly inside her.

“What do you say, baby doll?”

“Thank you, daddy,” she whined.

Ben hummed along, pressing his cock into her entrance already.

"Ready for daddy's cock, baby?" he teased her.

Abby whined. She was so needy.

"Yes, daddy," she moaned.

He pushed in deep, not even waiting for her to get adjusted.

Not like she cared, anyway. She just wanted him inside her.

Abby came just with the feeling of him all inside her, too on edge to hold back.He pushed in deep, not even waiting for her to get adjusted.

Not like she cared, anyway. Abby just wanted him inside her.

Ben started fucking her deep, not seeming to be any bothered by her lack of self-control, and didn’t have any either as he moved, hips slamming into her so hard it would break any weak bed.

Luckily, this bed was sturdy and held its place as he thrust hard inside her, grunting and moaning, closer and closer already.

She felt and heard as he came, but Ben didn't even stop after that.

"Gonna fill you up over and over again," he grunted.

She whined, already about to cum again.

"You'll always know you are mine," he squeezed her. "Anyone who fucks you is gonna know you are mine."

As if she would let anyone else even touch her.

Ben took his hand between her legs and pinched her clit.

That was enough to drive Abby into another loud orgasm.

She came and came, almost unstopping, and Ben continued to fuck her, filling her up over and over again.

Abby had to fight to keep her eyes open, overwhelmed by the deep pleasure pumping in her veins.

“That’s enough cum for you, right?” Ben chuckled, pulling out of her.

She just followed along as he flipped her, on the bed, making her kneel on the bed in front of him, and whined when he grabbed her chin.

“What?” he looked at her face. “Tired already, baby doll?”

Abby pouted a little, fighting to keep herself alert.

“Ben,” she whined.

He ran a thumb over her lip.

“Maybe you need some protein,” he decided, eyes full of lust as he looked at her. “That will perk you right up.”

He moved, and she looked down at his cock right before he rubbed it over her lips. It was covered in her juices and cum.

“Clean me up, baby,” he commanded. “Open up.”

She complied, and Ben pushed his cock into her lips.

Abby still couldn’t remember the first time she had supposedly sucked him, but she still didn’t remember how she could have done it easily.

“Relax,” he grunted. “You’ve done it before. Be a good girl for daddy.”

He pushed all the way into her mouth, and she couldn't help but gag as it invaded her throat.

"There you go," he grunted. "Good girl, good girl."

Her pussy got even wetter.

She reached for his cock with a hand, sucking what she could take and stroking the thick base she couldn't swallow down.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Just like that.”

She tried her best to take him and keep herself awake, feeling all loopy, and inhaled deeply when he put his fingers in her hair, pushing her as deep as she could go.

“You need help, pretty baby?” he hummed. “Need daddy to help you?”

Abby moaned around him, feeling his cock already throbbing on her tongue.

Ben fucked her mouth roughly, holding her from pulling away and grunting loudly.

“I’m gonna give you a good load of cum, my baby doll,” he tightened his grip.

Her nose was buried in his coarse hairs when she felt his cock throbbing and his cum sliding down her throat.

Ben didn’t stop fucking her, though, slamming into her mouth fast and hard, so much so that his balls were loudly hitting her chin.

“You’re like a fucking vice!” he moaned. “My perfect fucking girl.”

Abby swallowed around him, tearing up and trying to keep her breath steady.

"I'm gonna cum again," he grunted. "Got a nice big load for you again, baby doll."

She moaned around him, looking up at Ben's face through her lashes, and he smirked.

"I'll paint that beautiful face," he announced. "Get it all covered with cum. What do you think, uh?”

It wasn't like she could give any input, too dazed to do anything but moan.

He fucked her mouth a little more and pulled out, stroking himself, and she watched as his head fell back and Ben moaned loudly.

His cum was warm as it dribbled down her skin, and she couldn't help darting out her tongue and licking and sucking his balls, earning another moan and another shot on her face.

“Such a good slut,” Ben panted. “My slut.”

Abby smiled, delighted.

“All yours,” she giggled.

He smirked and she bit her lip, watching his face.

"I love you, Ben," Abby affirmed.

Ben came again at those words, panting her skin more and more.

She closed her eyes instinctively, but opened her eyes once she realised nothing as getting in her eyes, and found him gazing at her face.

“I love that look on you,” he licked his lips. “If only I had a camera, God, baby doll… I’d put that right up on my wall, so I could see you like this every night.”

Her face burned even more as he moved down again, face to face with her and pushing her legs open.

"Ben," she whined.

He made her lay down and spread her legs, moving his lips to her cunt and licking her hungrily.

"Fuck!" she cried, over sensitive.

Ben held her down, holding her hips as he buried his face in her cunt.

"I can't!" she arched her back. "Not again, Ben! It's too much!"

Ben growled.

"Just one more, baby slut," he squeezed her close. "Give it to me, just one more."

She moaned, not able to even deny him that, letting her love her drive her into another orgasm.

"You taste so good, baby doll," he moaned. "I don't know how I've lived this long without that delicious pussy."

She squirmed, barely down from her orgasm.

"Ben..."

"One more," he hissed. "Just one more, come on. Cum for me, let me taste your fucking juices."

Abby cried out, shaking and he shoved two fingers into her.

Suddenly, something inside her broke, and she came loudly as she gushed and gushed from her cunt, moans so loud she knew the city below them could hear them.

"Fuck," Ben grunted.

She looked at him with eyes wide, scared back into an alert state.

Fuck, did she pee on him?!

She sat up, completely embarrassed, and he looked at her with dark eyes, face covered with her liquid.

"You gushed for me, pretty girl," he moved up, grabbing her. "Squirted just for me."

He kissed her deeply with both their faces still dripping before they pulled away from the air.

"Maybe," she giggled. "Maybe we should clean up."

Ben snorted, holding her close.

"Sure," he hummed. "I could fuck you in the bathtub.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, and yelped when he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Come on, woman,” he chuckled. “Time to ravish you in a different spot of this big fucking apartment .”

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[moon-alight]

hello, can i request sub!&team having reader as their first? i love your works 🫶

Hello! Sorry for the wait. I was actually not gonna do this one because I am not good at sub! male characters x Dom! female characters but when I wrote the kinks-list for Nicholas I got so much energy that I just decided to go for it. (If it sucks, don't blame me) PS. These are simply headcanons. I'm not writing very detailed here. <3

Masterlist

&Team Hyung-Line reaction to losing their Virginity.

Warnings: sub! &team x dom! reader, smut, loss of virginity, bit of teasing, handjob, blowjob,

Word Count: 591

-K

He definitely wanted to keep his virginity until he found 'the one'. And now he finally has it only took him 6 months to tell you that he never had done anything because my poor boy is shy.

You decide to teach him all the ways since you have done this before which brings you to the two of you on the couch.

You're kissing, making out while you take his hands and place them on your body as a sign that he can explore as much as he wants. Your hand however grazes his crotch, a gasp escapes his beautiful lips.

"Let me take care of you, yeah, baby?" You ask in a sweet voice, he is nodding before he even can process your words.

You give him a handjob and decide to ride him. He cums fast both times and is a bit ashamed but you assure him that it's completely normal and he looked cute so its a bonus.

-Fuma

He told you immediately from the very first make out session that he had never done anything. You respected that which now backfires to him. He really wants to get laid but has a hard time telling you this though you pick up on the hints very easily.

It's only when you find him watching porn on his phone that you join him and teasingly ask if he wants you to suck him dry to which he obviously does. So from one thing comes another and suddenly your lips are wrapped around him and he is a moaning mess.

His hands are tangled in your hair, his head thrown back and his hips stutter underneath you. A sight for sore eyes. Tells you he wants to feel your pussy around him before he cums and you decide to make his wishes come through. You had never thought he would be so loud.

-Nicholas

You kinda were making out and casually starting the sex when he told you he was a virgin for the first time but he also said he would love to lose it right then and there with you. So, you decide to be a bit softer and kiss down his neck while stroking the bulge in his jeans.

This boy is whiny. Breathy moans roll past his lips as his hands play with your breasts. When he is finally seated inside of you, though. . . He is on cloud nine!

Has the best experience of his life yet he does take up on your signs quickly. You help him place his hand on the right spots and he finds your clit surprisingly easy for it being his first damn time. He's never leaving you afterwards, cuddling into you contently with a small smile on his face.

-EJ

He decided whenever the time came, he would be ready. He had been sexually frustrated for a week straight before coming to you and shyly telling you how he feels. You suggest to help him out which he's very grateful for.

You would have to cover his mouth because damn this boy is loud. Enjoys getting a blowjob but immediately suggests to return the favour. You let him and realize he takes instructions very well, he's a fast learner, so now you're in Heaven too.

When he gets to be inside of you for the first time, however, he's gone. Goes into subspace and almost never leaves. Believes he has never felt this good in his damn life and also would pull you onto him afterwards for cuddles.

[capoteera]

4days ago

CapT:

Like tell us, when does Sacrifice wrap then huh? Because the crew member posted Day 11 of 47, making the filming go until November 15th.

Rogers:

Looks like they are on day 11 of 47. Safe to assume filming ends November 15.

Yesterday/today:

Capt:

If a crew person said loosely "3 months" they're gonna be in the hotel, then again, there's multiple UNITS people, Greece is also next door to Bulgaria, so you'll just have to wait and see.  

He’s filming in Bulgaria until December - test me on that one 

Sorry I know we shouldn’t give Capt and her crew any time of day but this point out some inconsistencies. First they were the ones to claim it finished in November based on a crew member then changed it to Dec based on a hotel staff comment. Test her it’s not even her information what’s to test.

So just goes to show they do in fact know nothing about the shitty movie they can to not be interested in.

Now don’t get me started on the immigration status as someone who has worked with many different types of visa nothing is as straight forward as it says on the website. Every situation is different. Example a foreign national living in LA married her American fiancé in PT and then travelled back to the US within a month and has travelled in and out of the country since. They got their green card 6 months after their marriage. (any guesses who🤭) Then you have 2 American celebrities marrying foreign actress in 2 ceremonies in US and overseas. One married in Vegas then travelled to France for another ceremony before return US and again traveling in and out of the US. Another married overseas first and once again travelled back to the US soon afterwards and continued to travel. I don’t remember anyone questioning their visa status and I know some just refuse to acknowledge what visa AB had at the time because it doesn’t fit their narrative hence why they scream she has no US reps. (funny her last 2 movies are by US production companies)As for marriage certificate who’s to say they even lodge it in MA and just did PT? For all their screaming it’s not as easy especially PT to obtain and let’s face it if PR found it there is no way they are going to produce it. First it exposes the fact they lied to officials about why they required it and their real details would be officially recorded.

Yes Capt you can share your ‘husbands’ experience but again I can give you a hundred different ones. The point is you can’t guess what an actress’s status is and say with confidence what it is. Now as to the latest claim:

I don’t get or know why you all don’t get shit . Most PR stunts are public two years.

Count fucking backwards and get back to me . And NO, crumbs don’t count. Public! Public means revealed …. God . I’m not explaining it again.

One from their ‘anon’:

I myself remember regina actually theorizing this would be 2 years public . that makes it November 10 that it hits that mark doesn't it? maybe these fucks should just go hang out on the edge of a cliff. Just be sure not to sneeze.  Now according to Capt this was meant to be over April 2023, then July 2023, then September 2023 then it was oh he signed another contract because of the strike then July 2024 it ended and there was a small window of opportunity to end it. Then it moved out to 14 October then end of October now it’s Nov the 2 year anniversary of reveal. Once again claiming they don’t care and saying they don’t know when it’s coming no one does but Chris and the ‘writers’ but now:

None of us care because we know that’s coming and when.

So guess we will see what happens and I see it’s back to calling him coke head.

Let’s just also point out Capt has been wrong more than right with her claims and she has made some pretty obvious blunders which long time Chris fans quickly picked up on. Let’s say about the wedding there is more evidence to something happening in MA and PT with family and friends in the locations and people saying they were there and pics from friends/family at the locations. And don’t start about the weather if a friggin MLB game could be played late afternoon/night & his niece can have a petting zoo outside under a tent supposedly on his front lawn then a wedding could take place add on he and his sisters were meant to have been seen out and about that day.🤦🏻‍♀️

Thank you for this! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing you Chapter 6 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted.

Chapter 1. Next Chapter. Masterlist

Jake sat on the couch of the back patio, grabbing a toothpick from the pack on the table.

You sat in the chair across from him. "Why did you let me stay over?"

Jake sat back, situating his body. The air was still warm enough that his skin didn't feel too chilled in the growing darkness of the night. "I asked my mom about you when I got back home." He paused, looking at the back pasture that had his horses galloping around. "Our parents have been friends for a while. She said I could trust your family, so I figured that would extend to you."

You looked back at the horses playing. "Yeah, Nessie started his visits a few years after high school when I moved out. Mama got pretty close with Mrs. Ophelia for a while. Recently, she's been a little distant, though. Mama was worried she did something wrong."

Seresin looked down to his hands. He rubbed his palms together. "No, your mom didn't do anything. Mom has been going through a hard time. She hasn't even been talking to me or my sisters."

"Bless her heart. I am not going to ask for details. Im assuming your dads mess has something to do with it. Is she okay? Can I do anything?" You asked kindly.

"She will be. She's a tough woman. There's nothing I can think of." Seresin looked back out to the pasture.

"I'm gonna get her a gift basket together from the family." You pulled out your phone and wrote it on your to-dos. "You know ophelia talked about you a lot with my mom. I never got your name, though. Small world that we work together now."

"What all did she say?" His chest raised up with pride. Knowing ophelia, it would be all good accomplishments acknowledged.

"She said you were top of your class at the naval aviation academy, and you were awarded for your heroism against the enemy, and you had an award for Afghanistan combat." You smiled remembering how proud ophelia was telling your mom over a sweet tea front porch meet up the morning before a family dinner a few months back.

"Stop..." Seresin's signature smirk grew into his cheeks. He leaned his arm back behind his head. His toned body on full display. "Well, you know I did a few things." He failed miserably at being humble.

A laugh chimed from your lips. "Yeah, I bet you did."

The sun had gone down, and the stars peeked out with only the full moon casting dim light. Colder air blowing in.

Your phone rang. "Hey honey."

James was on the other end. "Hey, where are you? I haven't seen you all day." You cringed remember the guilt that was sitting in your chest earlier. Conversation was so easy with Seresin that it made you forget the world around you.

"Sorry, honey. I went to a friend's house to sleep, so I wouldn't bother you playing your game." You hated keeping details. It was the worst, but this called for it. The fight was not going to be here over the phone. The guilt set in further as you looked back at Jake, flipping the toothpick in his mouth so nonchalant and hot... no handsome... no, like a nice-looking friend. Your brain did flips, trying to rail itself back on track. "I'll be home soon. I love you, bye. "

James screamed at his TV again. As he clicked the end call. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to face what was your reality at home. No more screaming at the TV and certainly no screaming at you. Fear seeping in realizing what you had done in your desperation to sleep.

"I'll take you back. Just let me ask, why are you with this guy? Dont give me the practicality crap." Jake heard the yelling, and seeing the reaction on your face was not pleasant.

"H-He stayed with me through cancer. He was at every treatment. He helped me live when I was really sick." You just threw it out there. You couldn't hold it in. The pain of hearing Jame's voice with his selfishness of the gaming while you slept pushed you into an emotional war. You wanted things to be good with him. They just weren't. You could see it. You knew everyone could see it. "He was such a good man. I don't know what happened. If he can stay with me through cancer, then I can stay through this rough patch. He will get better. I just have to give him time."

Seresin leaned up. He grabbed the toothpick from his mouth and flicked it into the grass. "Fair enough. I hope he figures it out soon for your sake."

The truck pulled up next to your car. "Thank you. Really, I mean it."

"You're welcome. You can stay anytime and as long you'd like. I really mean that." You opened the door with a nod of acknowledgment.

Your mind fought your body to hug him. You pressed on, walking to your car where you were safe from urges. His truck left.

You sat thinking for a moment. "He's just a good friend." You willingly convinced yourself. You stopped in the restaurant and grabbed dinner.

You got home sitting on the couch and set up dinner. "Hey honey. You go back to Kennedys house?" He knew Kennedy, and he knew that there was nothing to worry about.

"No, I was at a family friend's house. He is on shift with me and Ken now." You spoke. You never lied no matter how much shit you would get.

"He? Which family friend?" James didn't hide anger and assumptions well.

"Jake seresin, ophelia's son." You answered.

"The military guy came home?" He questioned.

"Yeah. He is Ken's new trainee." You prayed using Ken's name to vouch would lighten the blow.

"Why didn't you stay at Ken's?" He began interrogating.

"Kennedy wasn't going to be home, and his mom was there with her friend at the pool." You defended.

"Then why didn't you just stay here?" His voice began to raise.

"Because James," you matched his volume. Throwing the stupid salad on the ground. Venom spewed off him name. "You wouldn't turn the TV down, I had to roll Greg's dead body over on the pavement my knees were covered with parts of his brain, not that you fucking cared to ask, and then I come home finally get to sleep and you're screaming about headshots to the damn TV."

"I wasn't home to ask. How was I supposed to know that? Then you just come home from whoring around with this Jake guy and I'm just supposed to be cool with it because I was playing a game to relax from my hard night. I had four people call in sick. I had to run four extra positions... Not that you fucking cared to ask either." James screamed.

"I wasn't whoring around. I went there slept, ate and came home. I can't fucking believe you'd think I would do that to you."

"Is he gay?" James asked abruptly.

Your teeth clamped together. "What?" Your knuckles turned white against your sides.

"You heard me! Does he like a dick in his ass? Does he bat for Kennedy's team?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask." You held your arms out.

"Then I don't want you over there." James fumed. "When you're painting each others toe nails, talking about your door ringer celebrity men, doing whatever shit you do with ken. Then you can go, but until that happens, it's not okay."

"You're fucking ridiculous, and rude." You yelled and walked out. You grabbed your phone calling Ken. Tears spilled. "Ken, I need drinks are you busy."

Kennedy's deep voice came through the speaker. "Marilyn... I'm at home you can come over. What's wrong?"

You got in the car and drove the few miles to his house. "I fucked up."

"You didn't..." He trailed. "Did you sleep with Seresin?"

Your scoff was very dramatic. "No. I just went over there and slept. James is accusing me of it though, he basically made a fucking rule I cant go over there."

"Rules were meant to broken Mar. You know I can ask if we can go over to Seresin's I'm sure he would have us over for drinks."

"No, he's right. I don't need to go over there. He's a single man, and I am a taken woman. I need to respect him. I am pissed he put a rule down, but I understand why." You sighed.

"Suit yourself. I mean I think he's a great guy. He doesn't seem like the type to break that boundary. Not from how he was talking the last few shifts."

"Did he say anything about me with james?" You parked your car ending the call walking up to the door opening it.

"Come in..." Kennedy laughed at his sarcasm. "He said some things, but I'm not a snitch."

"Damn it, ken! Why did you let me go over there?" You held your arms up.

"No, I only suggested it because I couldn't have you over, you needed sleep, and I trusted that he wouldn't do anything. He didn't say anything intimate or misogynistically gross. Just that it was a shame you were in a relationship."

You groaned throwing a pillow at him sitting down on the couch. "Liam Kennedy!"

"Okay chill. I got it, Seresin is now on my shit list." Kennedy chuckled.

"Not funny." You threw another pillow. Throwing your hands in your face to cover the embarrassment.

"So now what, your man's all jealous of Seresin?" He sat up on the couch.

"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe now he will try harder." You looked over at him through your fingers.

"Don't go playing with fire, Marilyn. You know that's what got you killed with our scandal." He joked about the conspiracy of Marilyn Monroe's murder by the government after the Kennedy affair.

"I'm not going to play with fire. I'm just playing the card you so graciously handed me." You rolled your eyes.

Kennedy sighed. "He is really hot, though. Those uniform pants..." He trailed, widening his eyes at the thought of Seresin's tight ass. Literal and figurative.

"Kennedy I'm not doing this..." you trailed.

"It was fine when it was that guy on A shift." He defended.

"He didn't cause an argument at home." You tensed.

"I'm just saying the man is ripped. I can tell from his arms. The sleeves look like they are holding on by a thread." He kept prodding for information.

"Oh he is." Your mouth was faster then your brain.

"I fucking knew it, you sly bitch. What happened, tell me everything..." He bit his lip sitting back knowing he had you cornered.

A/N: No one knows about Kennedy like that except your boyfriend and family. This is for the story's sake only, nothing further involving the job.

[shslskaterboy]

hyello

may i ask about And Then there was You? 🥺

You absolutely may 🙏

Attwy is my ongoing multi chapter pegoryu fic, so far I’m at 4 chapters posted with the fifth one in the works (oops got distracted don’t mind the 5-6 month gap in posting)

Basically it started bc I had a bazillion ideas of scenes from persona 5 I could rewrite to be More Gay and push my agenda, and then I went 👁️👁️ wait I can string this into a cohesive narrative. So it went from being a bunch of potential one-shots to an ongoing story about Ren and the pressure of compulsory heteronormativity, and the Oops I Think I’m In Love With My Best Friend But He’s Straight (he’s not but they don’t know that at this point 🤭) struggles.

As for snippets, allow me to pick an excerpt from each chapter for the funsies (including the unposted one whoa go crazy with it) and put them under the read more so this post isn't a thousand miles long

(but thank you for asking I am greatly proud of this one and it's a lotta fun to write and I'll take any opportunity to talk about it)

Why him? What a stupid question. Why not him? Ryuji was like the sun itself- Ren could be having the most shit day imaginable and all of it would be forgotten after one bright smile from Ryuji. He couldn’t even fathom what his life would be like now if they had never had that fateful meeting one rainy day. No one in the world was as easy to talk to, as easy to be with than Ryuji- it all came as naturally as breathing air, and if Morgana was gonna be weird about it, then that sounded like his problem, not theirs.

“You’re not going to be alone. Ever.” Ren repeated, louder this time as he took Ryuji’s uninjured cheek in his hand. His heartbeat had picked up again, but this time it was more determination than nerves. “That’s a pretty bold claim to make,” Ryuji snorted, averting his eyes as a soft blush crept into his face. “I’m serious Ryuji, I don’t care what happens, I will always be your friend no matter what,” Ren insisted, turning his friend’s face so he couldn’t shy away from his eyes. “You said yourself that life was scarier until we met, so as long as we’re together it’s never gonna be like that ever again, I swear.”

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad- he was at least comfortable, even if his erratic heartbeat kept him from getting much sleep. Yeah, it’s not like they hadn’t been in close quarters before, maybe not quite as intimate as this, but they were still best friends- this shouldn’t really change anything. This was something Ren kept telling himself as he tried not to have a heart attack every time Ryuji shifted in his sleep, never once letting his grip loosen. He felt guilty, but it was so easy to melt into the touch- if he wasn’t careful he might accidentally end up enjoying it. Nah that can’t be right, this was just an innocent indulgence, the natural byproduct of humanity’s inherent desire for contact and nothing more. It was that kind of thinking that allowed him to relax and let his guard down, almost able to fall asleep again as he listened to the sound of Ryuji’s slow slumbering breaths, and permitted himself to tentatively let his own arm drape across his friend’s side.

“Ren, you know I love you very dearly,” she said, placing her hand gently on his arm. “You have been there for me through it all; I don’t know if I’d ever have been able to face Shiho if it weren’t for your support.” He nodded slightly, unsure exactly where she was going with this. “You and Ryuji were both there with me during the hardest time in my life, and I could never express to you how much that means to me,” she continued slowly, before fixing her eyes resolutely on him. “But you two are being so monumentally stupid right now that it hurts to watch.”

He looked up at her, and she looked down on him, and for the first time in many many weeks, he felt like there was a light shining within him. The dark corner he’d taken to shoving things in had a spotlight on it now, revealing it to be completely bare- the last shadows of doubt slithering away as if Makoto had barged in with the world’s largest feather duster and started beating them over the head with it. Everything he’d thought, everything he’d felt, none of it had made sense until now- but with the haze cleared it almost seemed laughable how obvious the answer was. 

[starryjeekies]

Hi sweetie. May I request OT8 kinks for stray kids? Ty💙

a/n: hi. oops. i've been gone for quite some time. long story short I didn't have access to my medication for about 2 months and it didn't help my mental state at all. now I am back on them and will be starting off small with writing some blurbs and trying to finish my asks that I can actually create ideas for. this one is one that'll be easier for me to complete as I come back into the writing scene!

Bang Chan:

Cockwarming {receiving}

Orgasm Control {giving}

Praise {giving/receiving}

Chan was so easy to pick out some kinks for. I don't doubt this man loves cockwarming but in an "innocent" way. Like most people don't get it until you do it, but sometimes feeling full with your lover's dick inside you is comforting as hell and he would definitely offer it up for the first time before you start asking for it. The orgasm control would definitely come as a way for you to get the most pleasure out of your intimacy, him whispering, "Not yet, you can hold out a little longer, yeah?" and MAN would he dote on you while drilling you. He also loves it when you tell him how good he's making you feel, it'll probably make him fuck you harder if anything. STROKE HIS EGO CUZ HE WON'T!

Lee Know:

Thigh Riding {receiving}

Cuckolding

Edging {giving}

hhhhhhhhhh okay i have so many issues cuz it was hard to just narrow down three for him. This m a n has the prettiest thighs ever, he's got a lot of muscle. I don't doubt he would make you ride his thigh before you can ride his cock. And the cuckolding is definitely influenced by my Double Trouble fic, like he'd be so smug watching you get fucked by someone else, relishing in the new view he gets to see. Wouldn't be too often as it's gotta be someone you're both comfortable with but once you've found someone, phew. And Lino is a little shit so he would definitely edge you until you are sobbing with the whole purpose is to fuck you dumb.

Changbin:

Impact Play {giving}

Breath Play {giving}

Manhandling {giving}

This man is a dom. I take no criticism. I have no doubt in my mind that he loves to spank you, in the bedroom and outside. Outside the bedroom would be flirty, but inside the bedroom he aims to make marks. He also definitely has a kink with his strength/power so hence why breath play is on there. Obvi it would be with your consent and he wouldn't aim to hurt you by any means with it, just wanting control. And the manhandling i MEAN he would throw you over his shoulder, fuck you against a wall, bend you like a pretzel simply because he can and he wants to show you he can. He's gonna talk to you super sweetly while he handles you like a ragdoll.

Hyunjin:

Shibari/Bondage {giving/receiving}

Blindfolds {giving/receiving}

Exhibitionism

See I get like. super switch vibes from him. but still sub leaning so this was kinda hard. Shibari/Bondage is a no brainer though because if you're tied up, he would love to sketch you. In fact he would probably have a sketch book dedicated to the different patterns. If he's tied up then he would definitely be the perfect pillow prince. Blindfolds would be fun either way because of the anticipation; the thrill of not knowing what the other could do with a feather, a flogger, fingers, u g h. And I don't doubt that this man is secretly into showing off for others. If he moans too loudly in the dorms or someone sees you two sneak away in the company building, he likes to be risky and wouldn't honestly mind if he did get caught since he's already in the mood.

Han:

Corruption {receiving}

Breeding/Creampie {giving}

Roleplay {giving/receiving}

Here is where things started to get harder (haha puns). So I don't think Han is 100% sub by any means. Just inexperienced. If you take the ropes to show him the world of kinks and bdsm and sex, I think he would let you take the reigns. He would be down to try many things, even if he would be shy, but I guarantee 6 months down the line he will be just as kinky as you are. One of his favorite things he discovers is a breeding kink. The one thing he loves to mark you with is his cum. He's messy and will drool watching it pour out of your holes. Also to have a little fun would be roleplay! I think it would take him a minute to be serious and into the role but as we see in the SKZ shenanigans, he's a born actor.

Felix:

Cock Ring

Auralism {giving/receiving}

Toys {giving/receiving}

Tiny Felix. He looks so precious and cute and you just wanna pinch his freckled cheeks. I don't think he's not kinky, his are just a little more muted. For example, having the cock ring on for you when you ask him to so you can have a beautiful dick to ride or will put it on right before date night so he can dick you down into pleasure. He also probably has a think for your voice. Your moans, your praises, gasps, he will drink up everything. You can expect him to have really pretty moans and grunts too, deep grunts when he's dom and sweet moans when he's sub. Also, I expect him to have a plethora of toys to your disposal to use for yourself and him. Once a month, you two go shopping for a new on to try out on the next date night.

Seungmin:

Dacryphilia

Temperature Play {giving}

Humiliation {giving}

He's a huge brat. Huge tease. He is ready to push every and all buttons that you have. If you got 3 rounds and you're oversensitive, squirming, getting fucked dumb, and you start to cry from it being so good? You get that's going to drive him over the edge to his first orgasm of the night cuz this boy has wicked stamina. I think he would be a little bit more vanilla BUT one thing he likes to use is either wax or an ice cube. Dripping hot wax on your chest, seeing how it rises and falls with the heat, or the way you shiver when he drags an ice cube down your tummy. Oh and don't even get me started on the humiliation part of it. He's a tease, we know this. However I don't think the humiliation comes in until you're being close to fucked dumb, swallowing his cock, legs shaking from the orgasms you've had, he'll hit you with a "pretty little whore" and it's all over.

I.N:

Somnophilia {giving/receiving}

Pet Play {receiving}

Voyerism

Consent. Is. Key. So Jeongin would definitely ask for your permission to fuck you slowly and deeply while you slept. He would love to see your peaceful face twist up in pleasure, your dreams turning naughty. And he would encourage you to do the same, to use his cock for your own pleasure while he's sound asleep. The pet play, though, is something he saw on the internet once, suggested you try it, and he immediately fell for it. Seeing you with the cute ear and collar sets that he'll buy you every couple of months to see a new color on you, you being a good little baby and listening to him like a good pet should, makes him weak in the knees. Especially while you're in your pet gear, he loves to watch you. He wants you to play with yourself just for him and his eyes only. He doesn't like to share what's his (affectionately of course).

[pullingyourstrings]

Sunny with a chance of rainbows

Pairing: dad!gareth x bestfriend gn!reader

Summary: Your best friend Gareth becomes a single dad and you decide to help him raise his daughter Sunny.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: oc!Sunny Emerson, oc!Anne, character death, dealing with grief, fluff, happy ending.

Gareth was your best friend since you were kids and you still talked everyday, even when you moved out to another city. So it was obvious you were coming back to Hawkins the day he called to tell you his girlfriend Anne got into a car accident, leaving him and their 6 months old daughter, Sunny, all alone.

You arrived at Mrs. Emerson's house the same day, supporting them any way you could and helping Gareth move back and into his feet on the next few days. He was immensely grateful to you, but insisted you didn't need to stay forever. He and his mom would make it work. But you knew his mom was old and sure, she could help with Sunny, but babies need a lot of care and attention and she couldn't do it alone all the time while Gareth worked hard to support his family.

"Gare, please let me help you. At least until Corroded Coffin fires off and you don't have to work at that shitty restaurant anymore" you offered.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna bother you more than I already did, I don't wanna ruin all your plans and–" you understood where he was coming from, even grieving he was always kind and selfless, but to you this was more important than anything. You remembered all the times Gareth and his family helped with your troubled childhood, how many times they welcomed you in their house, how many times they went to your presentations when your busy parents couldn't make it, how Gareth's mom taught you how to cook and how to fix a lightbulb for when you were on your own, his sisters taught you how to wear make up and his dad helped you get your first job. You remembered how Anne always treated you nicely, how she made sure Gareth called to check up on you. It was only fair you gave something in return to all of them.

"I'm staying. You're not bothering me. I can stay here with her, help your mom around the house..." you turned your attention to Sunny, resting her head on her dad's chest and giving you the side eye. "Isn't that right, honey? We're gonna have so much fun!" you talked in a warm, reassuring voice and Sunny expression changed, smiling big and giving you grabby hands. She threw herself from her dad's arms and you grabbed her.

"That's right! Let's go inside to play, yeah?" you walked towards Gareth's house, tickling Sunny's tummy and making her giggle. "Say bye bye to daddy" you waved at Gareth's direction and Sunny mirrored you. Gareth smiled and waved back before getting in his car and leaving for work.

You never wanted kids, mainly because you've always been scared of the pregnancy part, but helping your best friend raise his kid? That's pretty rad. You found yourself quite enjoying it and getting more and more attached to Sunny. She was the funniest smartest little girl you've ever known. She liked playing games, listening to music and dancing. She was really easy to take care of, she rarely threw tantrums and enjoyed quiet times watching TV or when you're reading her a book. Mrs. Emerson said her good behavior meant you were doing a pretty good job at raising her and you liked to believe it was true. After all, you weren't doing it alone and Gareth was indeed a really great dad. He always said he wanted to be the dad he never had. He played with her, took her to corroded coffin rehearsals, they often baked together... He made sure to give her everything she needed, all attention and love he could.

Time flew by and suddenly it was Sunny's 2 year old birthday. Still, you only stayed with her while Gareth was working and went home to your little cabin as soon as he got home. Mrs. Emerson would always invite you to stay, since after Gareth's sisters left to build their own families, she often felt lonely. Sunny has been a light on her life and she also really enjoyed your company. But you thought it was better this way. You liked to give them space to be their own little family because, sometimes, you still felt like an intruder. You weren't trying to replace her mother. You were just trying your best to raise her in a respectful, kind and loveable way and you hoped that, wherever Anne was, she was watching approvingly. You knew Gareth was. You two spent a lot of time together, from taking Sunny out on fun trips to the mall, the park or the beach, to staying home with her, baking and watching movies. And you often caught him staring at you while you played with her and he had this look on his face, this soft smile and shining eyes, that you couldn't point your finger on what it meant. So you took it as approval, as recognition that he saw how much you cared and loved his kid. So much, that you couldn't help but miss her and be worried whenever you were apart from her.

You received a call one night, a tired Gareth on the other side and you could hear the faint noise of Sunny's crying.

"Hey... Can you come over please? Sunny has been crying nonstop since you left and I-I don't know what to do."

"I'm coming." you left immediately, heading to his house. You walked up the stairs quickly, finding him with her in his arms, swaying her back and forth. You could tell she was tired, eyes closed, body limp on his arms but she still cried, inconsolable.

"What's wrong?" you asked worried, approaching them.

"I don't know! I tried everything, I fed her, changed her diaper, checked her temperature. Everything is fine, you're fine baby" he talked more to her than to you, kissing her forehead gently and shushing her.

"Can I try?" you offered and Gareth nodded, placing her in your lap. You hugged her close to your chest and started humming to her a little song you made up when you just started doing this. She stopped crying when she recognized you and your voice, sighing deeply. She was asleep just minutes after.

"Huh. I guess she just missed you. She's so used to having you around" Gareth whispered as you placed her in her crib gently as to not wake her up. "Which is great. Because I guess I'm pretty used to it too" he completed when you turned to face him. And there was that face again, the one you couldn't point your finger on. You understood it now as he got closer to you.

"Listen, Gare, you don't need to do this. I love Sunny like she's mine but we don't have to just because I'm helping with her" you placed your hand on his chest and took a few steps back.

"I know but I want to. I really like you, Y/N..." he grabbed your hand and despite you shutting him down, he still smiled softly.

"I like you too, we've been friends forever but..." his smile faded. "But I knew Anne and I'm not in any way trying to replace her." you confessed. You knew you were letting your insecurities get in the way, but he needed to know.

"I understand that." He took a step back, leaning on the wall opposite from Sunny's crib. You leaned beside him, watching her sleep. "You're not replacing her though. She's part of our life and she always will be. But knowing her, she would want Sunny to have the best family ever. She would want us to be happy. And you make us happy." he reassured you. "So if you want to just... keep things like they are... that's fine by me. But I really, really want us to be a family. Like, officially." he finally looked at you, your eyes meeting again. You thought about it, your heart racing uncontrollably. This wasn't new. You always had a special place for Gareth in your heart and the connection you two had was something meant to be since the first time you met. Raising Sunny together was only a confirmation of that, besides being the best thing that ever happened to you.

"Okay" you smiled "I think I want that too."

Nothing really changes, other than you moving in with them to stop paying rent and stopping answering "Oh no, we're not a couple" when people in the street asked about you and Gareth.

With Gareth being your best friend since forever, you were already close, already knew all of his perks and you already loved him when it all started, so your relationship blossomed easily. Gareth is easy to love and fun to be around and he found himself in the same situation, falling in love with you more and more everyday. Eddie would often joke and say that you looked like the perfect family he saw on tv ads.

Eventually Corroded Coffin blows up and the boys sign a deal for their first tour around America. Gareth finds himself in a conflict, because he REALLY doesn't want to leave you and Sunny in Hawkins while he travels. He'll just miss you too much. But this was always his dream, he couldn't just drop it now that they finally got something. So his plan was to arrange everything so it would accommodate you both, from the most comfortable tour bus to how it would work with Sunny's education and healthcare. That way, you couldn't say no when he invited you to go touring with them. And you're glad he did because it was a blast. All the fans knew about Sunny and they really loved and cared about her. They also knew about you and how happy you and Gareth were as a couple, so they're always respectful and kind. Sunny grew up on a tour bus, traveling the world, and all of you loved it so much, so happy you created this amazing family.

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #6

Prompt: Sick and Injured

Fandom/OCs: Criminal Minds (Morgan and Garcia)

Words: 900

Sicknario inspo: Leisure sickness from this post and sickness with injury from this post (by me)

Author’s comments/background: Wasn’t thrilled about the characterization on this one, but it was my best attempt. Garcia and Morgan have such a unique relationship, somewhere in the gray zone between siblings and lovers. But Derek is the perfect victim of leisure sickness and Penelope would never let anyone besides her take care of him. Also, the ending feels kinda awkward, but I struggled so hard trying to think how to end it. Hope you enjoy it all the same!

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His phone rang for the third time in an hour. Derek Morgan groaned as he rolled over to grab it, doing his best not to jostle his right arm too much. Glancing at the screen, he almost let it keep ringing, but he knew he'd pay for that later. Either that or she would just keep calling until he answered. 

"Hey babygirl," he sniffled, yawning. "What's up?"

"Aww, did I wake you, sugar?" Penelope Garcia asked.

"I was just trying to nap. Haven't been sleeping well with this thing." Though Garcia couldn't see, he glared at the cast that encompassed nearly his whole right arm as if it had personally affronted him. Which, in a way, it had. He sniffled again and cleared his throat as he shifted, trying to get more comfortable. 

"Poor thing. Well, I was just calling to check on you. I told you I would call you every day until your beautiful face is back in the office so you wouldn't forget about me. 

"Silly girl, you know I could never forget about you," he murmured, a smile now warming his voice. 

"Well of course I'm unforgettable. But you can never be too careful," she giggled. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay. Tired, like I said." He coughed fittishly, clearing his throat with a wince. 

"Hey, hey, what's with all this sniffling and coughing? Don't tell me you're sick, too?"

"Maybe a little. Started feeling like I was coming down with something yesterday. My first week off in months and I get sick. Just my luck." 

"Oh no, my sweetheart," Garcia said, sympathy coloring her tone. "You break your elbow and still manage to get sick even after every single person on the team gave you strict orders to stay home. You really don't do anything halfway, do you?"

"That's why you're crazy about me, don't lie," he chuckled, coughing softly. 

"Oh my dear, that's only one of many, many things that make you irresistible to me. Do you need me to bring you anything to help you feel better?"

"Nah, I think I'm all set. Thanks, sweetness."

"It will always be my pleasure, darling. You take care and rest up so you can get back here. We all miss you already."

"Will do. Talk to you later."

"Bye bye."

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Derek was napping again, this time in the easy chair, when a knock at the door woke him late that evening. Supporting his right arm with his left, he shuffled to the door, grumbling around his yawns. He was prepared to send whoever it was packing, but upon seeing Penelope grinning at him, her bright hair glowing in the porch light, he could only grin back. 

"And just what do you think you're doing here?" he asked, leaning against the door frame. He was surprised to hear that his voice was nearly gone. He hadn't had to speak in several hours. 

"Coming to rescue you, of course. I can't let you be sick and hurting and all alone when I'm just across town."

"You really are something else," he chuckled, which of course became a cough.

"Honey, you have no idea. Now are you gonna let me in or what?"

He stepped side with a little bow and a sniffle so she could enter, ushering her in with his good arm. She curtsied as she passed. She moved to close the door before he could, though, shooing him away from the cold draft. 

"Go sit back down. I’ll take it from here. I've got everything you could possibly need."

She was carrying several bags which she placed on the coffee table. As he sat down and tried to get comfortable, she began to dump out everything she'd brought, which included enough food for several meals, a whole pharmacy's worth of medicine, and sick day odds and ends ranging from a stack of books to a heating pad, including a long, thick scarf, which she wasted no time in wrapping around his neck. The color suited him perfectly, and it was very soft, but he gave her an incredulous look as he unwound it immediately. 

"What's the point of this thing exactly? Wearing a scarf isn't gonna help when I already have a cold."

"Maybe, maybe not. But I wanted an excuse to see you wear this, and it's even sexier than I imagined," she teased. "Still, you're right. Better save it for later when I can see you wear it out." 

He smiled fondly at her as she packed it away and continued to arrange everything else she'd brought. "Thank you for all this, baby. I appreciate it more than you know."

"Aww, I haven't really done anything yet. When you take some of this medicine and start feeling better, then you can thank me."

He took her hand and kissed it. "Just seeing you is making me feel better. So I'm thanking you now." 

She flushed and giggled. "Well if I'd known it was that easy, I wouldn't have spent all afternoon shopping for you."

"Yes you would've," he laughed. 

"Yeah, you're right. You were going to feel better one way or another, I made sure of it. Just wait until you've tried my famous sick day tea. It's got lots of booze in it."

"Just one more thing for me to look forward to, then.” There was a lot more he wanted to say, but he settled for grinning across the table at her, and of course she grinned right back. 

[docholligay]

Ep 6: Taissa

Hello! This is about up to Episode 6 of Yellowjackets, and ONLY episode 6 of Yellowjackets. I have not seen beyond the sixth episode, at all, and know NOTHING about this show. Please do not spoil it for me.  Things that are spoilery in nature, for me, include: saying things like  “Just wait!!” confirming or denying anything I put forward, outside information about the cast interviews or creator statements, leading questions like “Do you think “blank moment” means anything?” etc. Remember  that Y’ALL HAVE SEEN THE SHOW AND I HAVE NOT. This informs the way you  talk about things relating to the show. Just be really careful is all  I’m asking. Also: If there is LITERALLY any stance I  could take on this show or character that would make you upset, please  just fucking block the tag

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There are two wolves inside you, and they are both Taissa. The bad lady and the wolf…are Taissa. I feel good about this theory though this is just a theory. Taissa IS in fact a different woman from the women her wife married. There’s a Taissa that wants to take care of her family, and help her community, and there’s a Taissa that wants to simply win and hunt and kill. So for us all, but of course NARRATIVELY, I think it’s on the level. 

She is still the leader of this operation, and Nat and Shauna would have not idea what to do without looking to her. 

I sense deeply I should be getting into this Taissa and Van thing, and I’m not opposed to it by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s not all that interesting to me. We’re being set up, I think, to have something happen to Van, and to use that to set something off in Taissa. That’s about my level of engagement with it, and I’m fine with that. Seeing Taissa lose her fucking mind is the real OTP here, so I’m satisfied. 

But that doesn’t make their whole naked dunk completely disinteresting to me au contrary, I love when Taissa says, in response to Van saying she always wins: “Why do you think I like to play?” That’s it. That’s Taissa. She isn’t here to do anything but win, and THAT is why she could not give up the race even though she has become the wolf hunting her family down and the evil lurking outside Sammy’s window, and I think on some level she must know that. I don’t know if I think she’d engage with it for even five goddamn seconds, but I think if she really thought about it, she would know that.  And yet. She can’t stop. 

It’s also interesting to me in that..she does not seem interested in continuing things with Van afterward. In response to the idea that everyone will find out anyhow, Taissa says, paraphrased, ‘lol not if I run’. And don’t get me wrong, it’s easy to sit here in the year of y’all’s lord 2023 and tell Taissa to come out, when, in the 90s it was a real, actual problem in the US that had actual repercussions socially and financially, and I am not gonna let anyone sit here and call her a coward or ashamed when I’ve seen y’all unable to call your representatives out of anxiety. I’m not saying ‘you gotta give Taissa all the points.” I left home to accomplish my life. I’m saying, “Everything in life is a fucking decision, and you have to decide what costr is worth it, and what is too high. We all have priorities.” 

But onto the actual plan, to answer some questions brought up in my asks: Is it better from a non-narrative situation (Love the phrasing on this, will bring it up in a second) for the group to try and hike it out or hold on where they are? And the answer is: Yes. 

What needs to be done in this situation is to have, and this should have been done about a month ago, a small group of the strongest and most wilderness-canny people follow water down until they find something, and they ALMOST CERTAINLY will find something. Even the most remote areas, if you follow a creek down, it will very likely reach a river, which will very likely reach a road, which will very likely reach a settlement. (By the way, Tai, this is much smarter than merely heading “South.” You can go south in the rockies a long time without hitting anything. You could walk nearly all the way through Montana.) If this were my family, me and Mike would head out--I know how to survive well in the wilderness, and I hike very fast, Mike can generally keep up with me, and Jill needs to stay and take care of those who can’t follow. But yes, I think this is the logical, terrifying thing to do in this situation. 

Now, back to narratively. There’s no way Taissa is leaving. I have no idea what the mechanism of her being trapped there will be. Maybe it’s the aforementioned ‘something almost certainly is going to happen to Van.’ But she’s not going anywhere. 

Speaking of going places: I think Simone should leave Taissa. But Doc, you love Taissa. I love Taissa narratively, of course, and I find myself every single episode uncomfortably identifying with her (In which way can YOU not possibly cope with the weight of situations? Tag yourself!) but, she’s not a good wife. She’s not a good mother. She is sacrificing everything at the altar of her need to win and to conquer, and in doing this, she proves to herself over and over that if she FAILED in the woods, it must have been because it was impossible to win, not ANY weakness in her. She is on the hunt, and because of that, she has blinders on, and she can’t see all the things she’s leaving behind. 

Kind of on that note, and on Simone saying, “You know for someone who’s been through some shit--” all of us, every single one, has a tendency to universalize our experience, and this filters down in a million different ways. It’s why you see people armchair diagnosing historical figures and characters and etc with disorders and genders and sexualities, it’s why people struggle to understand complex and varying viewpoints, it is something so so difficult to guard against in our normal lives. And, coming from someone like Taissa, it can be extremely difficult to come through adversity, figure it out, at least on paper, and see someone else crumbling underneath it. I am Taissa going, “For fuck’s sake” about the idea that my, nine year old, I think, raised in a huge house ina  wealthy neighborhood, has it that fucking hard.Now, this is the one way of universalizing one’s experience that gets constantly criticized, but ask yourself in truth--are you not also guilty of this? I feel like this is an insane thing for Simone to say, because to me, having come through it makes you know how possible it is. I do not think this is my, or Taissa’s most perfect trait, but it is a very human one. 

Come to the end of Taissa BITING HERSELF. Yes. What else could you do with that?