#my thighs are weak as shit too. i have a hard time lifting my legs because of it

[mars-ipan]

recovering from body deterioration from being ill is so nuts. my body makes so much lactic acid rn and if i hold my hand the wrong way while i scroll my thumb starts to shake

[l3viat8an]

Hey I’m back on my Diavolo and thigh riding shit. 

So if you would imagine with me,,,

sitting on the sofa with Dia and you two are making out and it’s getting hot so he pulls you into his lap so you can straddle him and you stop for a sec, biting your lip and now he knows what you want. He opens his legs and lets you climb on one thigh, he’s gripping your hips and guiding you as you grind down on his muscular thigh and your whimpering and he’s hard then he gently bounces his leg and squeezes your hips as you move quicker and cum in your panties 

dunno if I have a sign off yet so just call me “Dia anon” ;-) 

Nsfw!

Thigh riding with Dia is a weakness for me omll Like I’m imagining-

CW; thigh riding duh, spanking at the end. oh ‘n the reader wearing a skirt! But it’s only mentioned once jskjs

Grinding on Diavolo’s thigh, slowly at first, your skirt bunching up around your waist as your fingers get tangled in his hair, exchanging messy kisses back and forth between you two. his hands gripping your hips, guiding you, rocking your hips just a little faster and bouncing his knee up just right so it’s rubbing against the growing wet spot on your underwear.

not to mention the way you’re straddling his leg means your knee keeps brushing against his hard cock and every time he guides you hips it’s as if he’s pulling you closer-

your body already feels like it’s on edge from neediness as your orgasm approaches faster then you expect. the kisses stop as you shift a little, pressing your face into his neck now sucking and biting marks into his neck, moaning against his skin. 

the steady bouncing of his knee helps push you closer and closer to your orgasm. your little moans getting louder, your fingers still tangled in his hair tug a letter harder as your legs shake as you cum on his thigh.

when you catch your breath and start to sit up, to pull away Diavolo pulls you right back in chuckling, “you made a mess, darling. you know what happens now.” he pats his lap and you sigh, moving from sitting on his thigh to laying over his lap. the wet spot on his pant leg now under your stomach. and he chuckles again, rubbing his palm over your ass, before giving it a test first, almost playful slap. you don’t even try to hide your moan- and Diavolo knows how much you enjoy this part too, saying, “oh this is going to be fun~” as he lifts his hand to give your ass another slap…

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Consider this: Tony x F!Reader where they both have an insanely high sex drive…which leads them to do it at any and all given moments, regardless of where they are 🤔🤭

Libido

A/N: This ask has been marinating in my inbox for a long time now. Heart it, reblog it and comment if you’ve enjoyed reading :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ smut, fluff.

Tony Stark Masterlist

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“What was that, Y/N?”

You covered a needy little moan that escaped with a cough as you squirmed in your seat, trying to appear as normal as you could in front of the camera. This pushed your colleague to ask if you were okay, a question he really didn’t need answered.

Not when you had a certain cocky, billionaire genius between your legs, stroking your glistening folds with a shit-eating grin on his face. The table you sat at conveniently covered your lower half, making you appear perfectly innocent on the meeting call while your boyfriend teased you relentlessly.

It was payback for the time you’d snuck into his lab to give him the best head of his life - which he admitted to, while he was on a phone call with Thaddeus Ross.

Not that he would ever discourage you from doing it again but the dichotomy of Tony’s warning glares and vice-like grip in your hair to guide you along his length had felt too good to miss.

“I um—I’m sorry I think there’s something wrong with my network here.” Quickly switching off your camera, you went on mute as you felt Tony slide two fingers inside your pussy, grinning victoriously as you let out a moan you’d been stifling.

“I hate you, Stark.” You panted, lifting your hips to match his pace as he massaged your slick walls.

“Love you too, baby.” He smirked, kissing your inner thigh lovingly while bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Put that mouth to good use now, make me come.” With that you guided his face where you needed him the most.

The two of you often had a hard time keeping your hands off of each other. And you didn’t even try. Finding any and every place you could to get naughty. Be it on missions, plane rides or meetings, you two would make sure to christen the unlikeliest of places.

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“What if they hear us?”

You would think your urgent whispers would make the man halt his ministrations but no, they seemed to spur him on.

“Better be quiet then.”

Tony murmured against your lips as he slid into your wetness with ease, muffling your moan that almost escaped by covering your mouth with his hand.

While the communal kitchen pantry was a sizeable space, the door wasn’t exactly sound proof. And with the team lounging right in the adjacent room, you were walking a thin line of hot, sneaky sex and outing your relationship to them all.

It was movie night, and while the team seemed blissfully unaware, you and Tony had snuck into the kitchen under the pretext of getting more popcorn. His wandering hands led you to pull him into the pantry urgently, wanting him to take you right there. You craved the man as if it were a primal need.

“Tony, I need more. Please..” you cried, digging your fingernails into his shoulders while he held you up against the cabinets, your legs wrapped around his hips as he began moving ever so slowly.

“Shh. I got you, sweetheart.”

With his lips murmuring promises against your skin, he picked up his pace, making his length brush deliciously against the spot that made your knees weak.

You weren’t sure if you could hold your moans in any longer as he drove you closer to the edge, his thrusts picking up on the urgency you both felt.

“Y/N? Are you in there? I thought you were getting popcorn.” Bruce’s voice made you stop abruptly. He was right outside and could come in any minute.

“Yeah! I just wanted to get some extra candies too. I’ll—I’ll be right out.”

You felt Tony grin against your neck hearing your lame reason, knowing all the candies you could possibly imagine were already laid out on the kitchen island.

“Alright. Do you know where Tony is?” Bruce frowned as he glanced at the array of snacks already sitting there.

Tony resumed his actions, not bothering to cover your mouth any more while your eyes were fixed on the shadows of Bruce’s feet that were visible at the bottom right outside the shut door. You held your breath, glaring at the man who was now moving inside you without a care in the world.

“Uh, not really, Bruce. He’s probably back in his room, old man needs his sleep!” You joked, watching the doctor finally walk away as Tony bit down on your neck.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Y/L/N.” he warned.

“Yeah? I can’t wait, Stark.”

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“Wait! Found another twig.”

Turning around, you blinked in confusion as Tony’s arms went around you, movements exaggerated as his fingers carded through your hair to pluck stray leaves and a twig from them.

“Don’t look so innocent, you know where your mouth has just been.”

He smirked, giving your hair a gentle but firm tug as his lips descended onto yours, tasting the last of his saltiness on your tongue.

The team was on a mission and you’d just happened to have found a secluded spot in the woods that surrounded the area. Your make out session had turned into a quickie while the team was oblivious to your activities.

You hadn’t officially announced you were together, the thrill of all excited you, plus, you wanted to keep what you had to yourself just a bit longer. It was nothing short of a wild ride sneaking around with Tony Stark.

Though you had a feeling Rhodey had his doubts that something was up, then again, he knew Tony inside out. And according to him, his behaviour had changed significantly since you’d walked into his life. He laughed and slept more, cribbed less, and the way his eyes lit up every time you were near, Rhodey was certain his best friend was smitten.

His eager length twitched against your thigh once again as you kissed, making you nip at his bottom lip before playfully pushing him away.

“I’ve already taken care of my distraction for the day.” You called over your shoulder, heading back to where the team was. Nat gave you pointed look which you dismissed, your heart still beating faster as you took a seat next to her.

I think you lost your underwear somewhere —Your favourite distraction.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, revealing a message from your secret boyfriend. While you made up an excuse to where you had been, Tony caught your eye and pulled something out of his pocket with a victorious grin. Your panties.

[kaleldobrev]

Taste

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean going down on you in the back of Baby

Word Count: 657

Warnings: Cursing (4x), Smut (Fingering & Oral — F Receiving)

Authors Note: Takes place during season one | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

The uncomfortableness of the backseat didn’t faze you, as having sex in this specific position was one you were accustomed to; even before picking up Sam from Stanford.

Late night make out sessions before quietly leaving the motel room to find solace in Baby had become routine for you and Dean, as neither one of you wanted to be the one responsible for waking up Sam; knowing that he would give an earful to both of you.

Your bare back slightly stuck to the leather as Dean started to trail kisses down your chest and abdomen, stopping just above the hem of your shorts. The sounds of your back lifting up from the leather caused Dean to stop what he was doing, slight concern crossing his face. “Want me to put the blanket or my jacket down?” He asked, his hands already going for the blanket on the floor.

“Please,” you replied; almost semi-peeling yourself up from the leather seat. You covered your chest with your arms, unsure of why you did so, as this wasn’t the first (nor would it be the last) time Dean had seen you naked.

Happy with the placement of the blanket, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before gently lying you back down onto the backseat — your back no longer sticking to the leather.

Dean went back to kissing your abdomen again, and then hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. You lifted your ass up a bit, just enough for him to remove your shorts — the look in his eyes was priceless when he realized you had nothing on underneath. “Expecting this were you?” He grinned, throwing your shorts onto the floor next to him.

Spreading your legs, you couldn’t help but grin. “Always,” you said, starting to run your fingertips up and down your thigh.

Without a second thought, he hooked your legs over his shoulders; his eyes level with your now exposed pussy. “Been wanting to do this all day,” he said, starting to kiss your inner thighs.

“Says the one who just gave me shit for going commando,” you grinned. You could feel his slightly stubbled smirk in your thighs, followed by him mumbling something you couldn’t quite make out.

His tongue made a long strip on your clit, and you let out a small moan at the contact. You too had been craving this all day. His tongue started slow, doing those intricate swirls he usually did so effortlessly with his tongue, that caused you to slightly squirm. His hand splayed on your stomach, trying to keep you from moving too much as he started to slowly fuck you with a combination of his fingers and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathed out; feeling yourself starting to clench around him; a smirk returning on his lips. It didn’t take long for Dean to get you there, as he was a self proclaimed expert when it came to knowing exactly the right moves to get you to come not only quickly, but hard.

Your whole body shuddered, and your knees began to go weak. You were thankful for the support of his shoulders, as if you didn’t, you knew your whole body would have gone limp.

He continued to alternate between using his tongue and fingers as you rid out your orgasm; your pussy starting to get sensitive from the intense orgasm that your boyfriend had just provided you with.

Coming down from your high, he removed his fingers and tongue from you, and you slightly whined at the loss of him. "Always so fucking good," he said, sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

As you propped yourself up on your semi-shakey elbows, he looked at you, slightly grinning, and you couldn't help but smirk in return. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"How it's my turn to taste you," you replied; a look of pure lust in his eyes.

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[wosoworld]

Forever- Alexia Putellas

The Best Part II

We're going to pretend like they could do this in a plane bathroom without getting caught or being heard 😀👍🏾. I feel like this won’t meet y’all’s expectations but I really hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for your support and patience😊

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I have much respect for Alexia

⚠️Warnings⚠️: dom!reader, g!preader (but can be read as a strap), sub!Alexia, fingering (ale receiving), eating out (ale receiving), a bit of daddy kink👀, spanking, a little slapping (nothing harsh), dirty talk. (I think that's it...)

PLEASE DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS POINT IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANYTHING MENTIONED ABOVE.

Without further ado... enjoy the story :)

***

"Cállate y fóllame" Shit, she didn't have to tell you twice. (shut up and fuck me)

You placed your hand on the back of her thighs and lifted her onto the counter.

You trailed kisses down her neck and Alexia let out a satisfied hum as a grin took over her face. You sucked hickies into her smooth skin making sure you avoided places where they would easily be seen. You reached behind her untied the back of her dress and pulled it down which left her upper body bare.

Your eyes immediately dropped to her chest. You placed your hands on her waist and pulled her closer, your mouth attaching to one of her hard nipples. Alexia immediately let out a satisfied moan and brought one of her hands to cup the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer to her.

You continued to suck on her nipple as you brought one of your hands to play with her other one. She moaned quietly as her grip on your neck tightened, her other hand gripping onto the counter.

You released her nipple with a pop and moved up to give her a quick kiss. She moaned again as you attached your mouth to her other nipple, her eyes closing as you sucked her nipple and decorated her skin with the marks that she loved so much. You softly bit her nipple between your front teeth before pulling slightly. Alexia let out a soft whine as she threw her head back relishing in the pleasure you were giving her.

"Fuck." She let out a satisfied moan. You pulled back and admired the markings you had left behind. She pulled you in so that your foreheads were touching.

"Te quiero." The two of you shared a slow passionate kiss, pouring all your love and admiration into it. "So much." She continued as we pulled away. (I love you)

"También te quiero, mi tesoro." Alexia kissed you again. (I love you too, my treasure)

"Good, now fuck me." She smiled. You chuckled, this woman was going to be the death of you.

"As you wish, cariño." You said kissing her one last time before you began to trail kisses down her neck and body. (Darling)

You got down on your knees and pushed her dress up so you could have access to her pussy. You slid off her lace panties and placed them into your pocket before picking up her legs and placing them on your shoulders.

"Estás tan mojada." You said licking your lips at the sight of her dripping pussy. You spread her legs more and moved forward licking from her hole to her clit and gathering some of the arousal that had been building. (You're so wet)

"Fuck." You said, taking delight in how she tasted. You wrapped your arms around her thighs and pulled her closer to your mouth.

"Oh, shit." She moaned shakily, bringing one of her hands to grip your hair and bring you closer. You placed two kisses on each of her thighs before going back in.

You swirl your tongue around her clit then begin to suck on it. She hummed, throwing her head back as her grip on your hair got even tighter. You smirked and released her clit. You moved lower and licked around her opening before sliding your tongue in.

"Mhmm." Alexia whimpered as she screwed her eyes shut and she pulled your head even closer to her pussy. You'd never fail to make her knees weak no matter how many times you guys had sex.

You worked your tongue deeper into her pussy, bringing your other hand up to play with her clit. God, you would never get tired of how good she tasted.

You pulled back from her pussy but continued to play with her clit. You bent her legs more and moved closer to her body allowing her legs to rest fully on your shoulders.

"Don't even think about closing them." You said looking into her eyes knowing she tended to close up when the pleasure got too much. Alexia nodded, biting her lip as you speed up your pace on rubbing her clit.

You brought your index and middle finger up to her pussy circling her hole before pushing them in.

"Dios mío" Alexia whispered as one of her hands moved to play with her breasts desperately trying to stay quiet. You eased your fingers into her pussy allowing her to adjust. You looked up at her silently asking if she was ready. Alexia closed her eyes and took a deep breath knowing you wouldn't take it easy on her. She opened them and nodded giving you consent to proceed. (Oh my god)

You smirked before setting a fast pace with your fingers. Alexia moaned, her eyes widening and rolling back as one of her hands flew out to grab onto the towel bar desperately needing something to grasp onto. Her other hand moved to cover her mouth and muffle her moans.

"Shh baby, wouldn't want anyone to hear how much of a whore you're being for me right?"

You continued to quickly work your fingers in and out of her pussy. You stop playing with her clit and attach your mouth to it instead sucking on it harshly.

"Joder! Se siente tan bien. No te detengas por favor, bebé!" she said from behind her hand. (Fuck! It feels so good. Don't stop please ,baby!)

Alexia's hand released the towel bar to grip your hair instead, pulling you closer. She took one of her legs off your shoulder and placed it on the counter allowing you to go deeper which increased the pleasure she was feeling.

"Más duro por favor." Alexia whispered out struggling to keep in her moans, her eyes closing and her lips pursing as you sped up your pace. She furrowed her eyebrows, loving it when you were rough with her. (harder please)

She tried closing her legs as the pleasure became too much. You pulled back and placed a hard slap on her sensitive clit causing her to jolt forward.

"Mierda!" She hissed, her eyes tearing up because you stopped and because of the pleasure and pain that shot through her at the slap. (shit!)

"What did I tell you?" You asked harshly looking into her eyes.

"Lo siento, papi pero es demasiado." Alexia replied shyly, shying away from your intense gaze. You gripped her chin forcing her to look at you again. (I'm sorry, daddy but it's too much)

"No me importa, you're gonna take what I give you, understand?" (I don't care). You knew that she would've used the safe word if it was actually too much for her.

"Sí papi." She said submissively as a blush took over her face. (Yes daddy)

You began fucking her with your fingers and sucking on her clit again. Alexia loved to give up control and you loved to take control. Since she had to be the one to make the decisions and be in control in almost every other aspect of her life she liked to pass on the responsibilities to you and just relax. She trusted you with her body and her life and knew you would always put her first and make sure she was satisfied.

"Voy a correrme." Alexia hissed out, eyebrows furrowing deeper as you sucked on her clit harder and curled your fingers. Alexia's eyes rolled back when she felt you hitting her g-spot repeatedly. (I'm going to cum)

"Fuck, right there bebé!" Alexia could feel her legs begin to shake as her orgasm grew closer and closer.

"Let go for me, baby." You said as you sped up your pace even more and let go of her clit, using your thumb to rub it instead.

Alexia moaned before her mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes rolling back and her body shaking as she came. You slowed your pace and fucked her through her orgasm, helping her calm down.

When she stopped shaking you slowly pulled out your fingers. You carefully cleaned her up before moving her legs back down and stood up.

"Satisfied?" You smirked at her fucked out look. She shook her head with a smirk before pulling you in by your tie.

"You know it takes more than that to satisfy me. I want you to fuck me hard until I can't walk, talk, or think when we get home." She said before pulling you into a nasty kiss. Her tongue sucking on yours as she gripped the back of your neck. She pulled back and smirked at the dazed look on your face.

"Me vuelves loca, mujer." You said before placing another kiss on her lips. She smiled and laughed tiredly. You fixed her dress and kissed her one more time before moving to leave so she could fix herself and not look like she just got fucked. Alexia sat up and grabbed your bicep, turning you around. (You drive me crazy, woman)

"Aren't you going to give me back my underwear?" She asked, holding out her hand for it. You smirked.

"Nah, I think you'll be fine." You replied before exiting the bathroom. You chuckled as you heard her groan and curse before the door closed fully. You noticed that mostly everyone was still asleep and smirked. Mission accomplished.

***

Alexia sighed knowing how uncomfortable she was going to be without her underwear before quickly cleaning herself up, making herself look presentable, and exiting the bathroom.

She glared at you as she moved past you to take her seat by the window. Your smirk widened and Alexia rolled her eyes and smacked your arm, a small smile taking over her face as she looked out the window at the beautiful scenery.

She put up the armrest and moved your arm to be around her shoulders snuggling into you. You kissed her on her forehead and Alexia's smile widened. The two watched the window view and slowly let sleep consume them for the hour they had left of the flight.

***

Your face twisted as you woke up to giggles and the sound of pictures being taken. You opened your eyes only to see Mapi and Lucy in the seats in front of you taking pictures. The plane was landed and everybody was exiting.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" You asked tiredly.

"Just taking pictures of the love birds." Lucy said.

"You guys are so cute it's disgusting." Mapi said.

"God, you guys are so annoying, me and my future wifey can't even sleep in peace?" You asked.

Alexia woke up right at that moment and looked at you.

"Future wifey huh?" She said her voice startling all three of you.

"Shit, I thought you were sleeping." You said shyly, rubbing your neck. Lucy and Mapi snickered at your red face but shut up when you glared at them.

"Don't worry I can't wait to be your wife." Alexia said before leaning up and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled dopily as you looked into her eyes. You couldn't wait to marry her. Mapi secretly snapped a picture of the two of you.

"Blegh!" Lucy ruined the moment. You and Alexia rolled your eyes.

"Cállate." Alexia said.

"Go back to your seats bro." You said, your annoyance shining through.

"Whatever" Mapi said before grabbing Lucy's hand and leaving.

Your phone soon dinged signaling you had a notification. Opening your phone you saw that Mapi had sent you the pictures she took. As annoying as they were, you had to admit the pictures were really cute. They captured the love you shared with Alexia perfectly.

***

Forty minutes later you and Alexia arrived home. You gathered the bags and you both made your way into the apartment.

You set the bags down in the bedroom before going back to the kitchen where Alexia was.

"Are you hungry or anything baby?" You said coming to stand in front of her as she leaned on the counter. She looked up at you staring into your eyes with an intense but somehow innocent look.

"Are you go-"

You were cut off by Alexia pulling you in by the lapels of your jacket and smashing her lips into yours. You melted into the hungry kiss as your hands gripped her waist. You trailed your hand down her body before squeezing her ass. She moaned and you to slipped your tongue into her mouth. Your tongues moved in tandem with each other.

You pulled back and turned her around. You leaned down and moved her hair to the side before trailing kisses from behind her ear to the base of her neck. Alexia arched her back, her ass meeting your crotch. She turned to look at you before she started grinding back on you.

You groaned as you sucked hickies into her neck. Quickly finding her sweet spot and sucking harder. Alexia moaned and you knew she would scold you tomorrow for the amount of marks you left on her smooth skin.

"What do you want?" You asked, your voice low and heavy with lust.

"I need you to fuck me. Hard. Right now." You smirked before untying her dress. You slipped it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor leaving her naked. You looked down and admired her ass. You placed one hand on each cheek and rubbed it softly.

"You're so beautiful." You whispered into Alexia's ear before placing a hard smack on both checks. Alexia whimpered before whispering a small "shit". Your smirk grew as you watched her ass jiggle.

"Yeah? You like that?"

"Sí, dame más por favor." (yes, give me more please)

You grinned and squeezed her ass before moving both your hands up and bringing them down harshly three more times.

"FUCK!!" Alexia moaned out in pleasure before whimpering at the pain. You rubbed her cheeks again before moving forward and grabbing her chin turning her toward you. You pecked her lips and a small smile came across her face. You smiled at her cuteness. You couldn't get enough of her.

"Spread your legs and bend over the counter." You said and watched as she complied. Alexia hissed as her nipples came into contact with the cold counter pushing out her ass and looking back at you seductively. It never failed to amaze you how she could go from adorable to sexy in an instant.

You shook your head with a small smile before taking off your pants and boxers. You looked back at Alexia to see her biting her bottom lip as she looked at your dick.

You leaned down and kissed her before lining your dick up with her pussy. You looked up at her silently asking if she was ready and Alexia nodded.

You eased your dick into her soaking entrance and she moaned softly as you stretched her out.

"Joder, es tan grande." Alexia said leaning her head on her hands as you pushed in. You bottomed out and stayed there for a while letting her adjust. (fuck, it's so big)

"Ready?"

"Sí-OH MIERDA!" she was cut off when you immediately set a fast pace. Desperately needing something to hold onto, Alexia leaned forward gripping onto the counter. She moaned as you continued your deep and hard strokes.

You placed your hands on her hips and increased your pace.

"Yesss." Alexia drew out as she threw her head back. One of her hands came to rest on one of yours that was resting on her hips. You groaned at how warm and tight her pussy is. You smacked her ass again before taking her hands in yours and intertwining them. You leaned over her and spread her hands that were in yours out on the counter. You pressed a kiss to her cheek and temple.

"Such a good girl. Taking me so well." You said before moving to pepper kisses across her shoulders. Alexia moaned at the praise, her eyes rolling back as you began moving quicker.

"Mhm, yes! Yo- your good girl! Only yours!" Alexia replied, her hands balled into fists and eyes closing shut as continuous moans slipped out of her. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as you stood up straight again and gave her ass two hard smacks.

"Fuck! More please." Alexia whined loving the feel of your hands on her ass as well as the burning sensation it left. She felt so full and could feel you repeatedly hitting her g spot. You continued smacking her ass as Alexia let out loud moans and started to back up against you trying to reach her climax.

"Don't you dare cum without my permission. You want to be good for me, no?" You warned as you brought your hands up gathering her hair into one before pulling on it. Alexia whimpered and you pulled until her back met your front. You kept a grip on her hair with one hand and placed the other around her neck slightly choking her as you pounded into her faster.

"Yes, yes. I'll be a good girl, I promise just please let me cum, please." Alexia whined, her pussy clenching as she struggled not to cum. Her hair stuck to her face and her entire body was covered in sweat. She arched her back and pushed into you more, her hands gripping the counter in front of her.

"Fuck" You groaned at how her pussy was clenching your dick. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly. You moved your hand from her neck and trailed it down her body. Her abs contracted as your hand grazed them. You placed your hand between her thighs and began to quickly rub her clit. Alexia screamed your name, her body tensing up as she tried to hold in her release. You're pretty sure the neighbors can hear her with how loud she's being.

"Please, please, please let me come Y/n! Fuck!" Alexia begged as tears welled up in her eyes, the pleasure becoming too much for her.

"Cum pretty girl. Cum for me." You said as you continued to rub her clit, your own release fast approaching.

"Y/n!" Alexia shouted, whimpering as she let go. You came as well and Alexia sighed happily.

"Shit." You said as you moved to pull out but Alexia whined moving to hold your hand indicating that she wanted you to stay. You leaned over and turned her face towards you.

"I love you" you whispered, placing a loving kiss on her lips.

"Love you too. You're so good to me." Alexia mumbled, smiling tiredly as she looked into your eyes. You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear before giving her a longing kiss.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" You smirked and Alexia nodded.

You stood up and slowly pulled out, a small 'pop' sound being made. Alexia groaned as she felt empty again and her pussy clenched around nothing.

"God you're gorgeous." You said pulling her off the counter and turning her around. You placed your hands on her waist and leaned down placing kisses all around her face. Alexia's giggles filled the room and you smiled before bringing her into a passionate kiss. Your tongue tangled with hers as her arms came up to wrap around your neck. Your hands moved down to grip her ass and Alexia whimpered, her ass still a bit sore from the spanks.

You placed your hands under her thighs and picked her up. Alexia squealed, smiling into the kiss as she wrapped her legs around your waist. You pulled back and gave her one last peck before moving to your shared bedroom. Alexia smiled softly as she buried her face into your neck, her cheeks a bright red. She loved your random displays of strength and how easily you could handle her. She always felt so secure in your arms and loved when you carried her.

You entered the room and placed Alexia down. She unwrapped her arms and legs from you and you settled on top of her between her legs. Alexia smiled and placed her hands behind your head, her fingers tangling in your hair. She pulled you down and kissed you softly. Once. Twice. And then a third time. The tenderness of the kiss made your heart beat erratically as you looked down at the love of your life. No one would ever compare to her. Ever.

Your eyes widened in shock as Alexia flipped you over. You are now lying on your back with her straddling you. She ran her hands along your abs and bit her lip loving how they felt under her fingers. She moved her hands up past your chest and placed them beside your head.

"I want to ride you." She said in her thick Spanish accent, her hazel eyes locked on yours. Your eyes widened as you nodded, stunned at her change in demeanor. Alexia moved one of her hands down to grab your dick. She pumped it two times before lining it up with her pussy. Alexia moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets as she sank onto you.

She would never get tired of the way you stretched her out and how full you made her feel. You watched her take a deep breath as your whole dick was situated in her. She took a minute to adjust before she started moving up and down slowly. She leaned back and took your big hands placing them on her boobs and prompting you to squeeze them.

Your whole hand covered her entire boob as you squeezed and played with them. Alexia moaned, resting her hands behind her on your thighs as she sped up her pace. You began playing with her nipples squeezing and tugging at them as you relished in the feeling of her tight pussy around your dick.

Alexia closed her eyes, moans along with whispered calls of your name spilling from her lips. She looked breathtaking, even with her hair all over the place and covered in sweat you couldn't get enough of her. You sit up to whisper into her ear.

"Look at you falling apart on my dick. What would everyone think if they knew how much of a whore you are for me, hm? The best in the world moaning like a slut on my dick" Alexia let out a loud moan, her arms wrapping around your neck, pulling you closer as she began bouncing harder and faster. You wrapped an arm around her waist, sucking dark hickeys into her skin once again. You marked up her chest with numerous reminders of this night that you knew would take quite a while to fade.

"Yeah, you like that? Bouncing up and down my dick like the dirty fucking slut you are? Being so good for me, such a good girl." You said as you moved your hands to caress her plump ass. Alexia's eyes rolled back, her last grip on a clear state of mind slipping. She was unable to respond, couldn't focus on anything but the dirty words being whispered into her ear and the feeling of your thick cock sliding in and out of her. God she loved you.

Alexia screamed, jolting forward as you landed a harsh smack to her right ass cheek. The built up tears began slipping from her eyes as the combined pain and pleasure brought her that familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. She loved how rough you were being right now.

"I asked you a fucking question didn't I?" You spat harshly.

"Sí, sí, papi. I like being your dirty slut! Just for you!" Alexia moans looking into your eyes as she speeds up her pace.

"Good."

Alexia squealed in surprise as you flipped her onto her back. You spread her legs and made her hold them open, leaning over her as you began pounding into her. The new position allowed your dick to go deeper into Alexia, bringing her to a whole new level of pleasure. Her eyes widened as more tears made their way down her face rapidly.

She screamed, loud moans that you were sure the neighbors were hearing spilling from her lips uncontrollably. She clenched her eyes shut and her hands gripped the bed sheets as the sound of your hips meeting hers along with her moans filled the room. A soft slap landed on her cheek and she opened her eyes. Her wide eyes looked into yours as you smirked at her fucked out look. 'God that smirk,' she thought, loving how you looked right now.

"Eyes on me, okay hermosa?" (beautiful)

"Mhm, si papi." She replied nodding rapidly not wanting to upset you in any way, especially with how close she was to coming.

You sped up your pace even more, pounding into her with long deep strokes that had her legs shaking and her abs contracting. Alexia spreads her legs wide, whimpering as she felt herself grow closer to the edge. She brought her hands under your armpits and around your back her nails digging into your skin. You groaned at the slight pain, your orgasm building quickly.

You grabbed on of Alexia's hands and placed it on her clit. Alexia moaned as she began rapidly rubbing her clit.

"I'm gonna cum. Can I cum please?"

"Mmm." You smirked teasing her as you dragged it out.

"You can do better than that, pretty girl."

"Please Y/n, please! I can't hold it any longer. I've been a good girl. Por favor papi?" Your smirk grew at her begging, deciding to have mercy on her.

"Go ahea-

Before you could even finish Alexia was cumming with a loud shout of your name. Alexia continued rubbing her clit and you slowed your pace as you helped her ride out her orgasm. You furrowed your eyebrows, something about this orgasm seemed different. You looked down and saw a wet patch on the sheets. 'Holy shit, I just made her squirt' you thought as your eyes widened.

"What is it?" Alexia asked as she noticed the look on your face.

"I made you squirt." You said smugly, looking into her eyes. You pulled out and rubbed at her clit. Alexia moaned, her body jolting as she squirted more. Her eyes widened and she shakily propped herself up on her elbows as she looked down at her pussy. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment as she saw the wet patch and she lifted her head to look into your eyes. That familiar feeling built in her again as she looked into your dark eyes.

Alexia reached down and positioned you dick back at the entrance of her pussy. You pushed in again and set a fast pace.

Alexia cried out, throwing her head back and gripping onto you with her eyes clenched shut as you fucked into her sore pussy. Her eyes flew open and rolled back, her body trembling as she came for a fourth time. A blissful sigh leaving both your lips as you came down from your orgasm and slowed your thrust to a stop. Alexia relaxed her legs, panting as she looked at you.

You released a long sigh of relief watching as her walls clenched around you. You collapsed down onto her chest nuzzling your face into her soft breast. Alexia laughed tiredly as her hands came up to play with your hair. She pressed a kiss to your temple and you smiled.

You looked up at her with a smile. Bringing your hands up to wipe the tears from her cheeks before placing kisses on both of them.

"You okay? I wasn't too rough right?" You asked, your eyes scanning her body for any signs that you had gone too far.

"No, you were perfect. Absolutely perfect. Thank you." She cupped your face and looked into your eyes before placing a soft peck on your lips.

"You don't have to thank me angel."

***

Alexia sighed as she leaned back against your chest. The warm water of the bath helping to relax her sore muscles. Her arms rested on yours which were wrapped around her waist and she swore she had never been happier. Alexia rested her head on your shoulder and smiled softly, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the moment.

You were looking at her with soft eyes full of nothing but love and adoration. You loved seeing her so relaxed and happy after the rough couple of months she'd been through and you were glad you were the one to bring her this peace.

After cleaning up and drying off the two of you were wrapped in your robes and ready for bed after a long day. You had changed the sheets and had just finished brushing your teeth. Alexia began walking out of the bathroom only to stumble. Had it not been for you wrapping your arms around her waist, she would've fell. Her legs trembling and sore from the previous late night activities.

"Jesus, I got you good huh?" Alexia rolled her eyes pushing you away playfully as she crossed her arms. A deep blush adorning her face at your comment. You certainly had done well on your mission of fucking her till she can't walk.

"Shut up and carry me." Alexia mumbled, refusing to make eye contact.

"So demanding." Alexia slapped your chest, her blush deepening even more as a small smile came across her face. You laughed, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bed. You set her down before turning off the lights and moving to settle down next to her.

The only source of light was now the slivers of moonlight shining through the window blinds. You lay facing each other and you pulled her bare body into yours. Alexia craved skin to skin contact after intimate moments and who were you to deprive her of it?

She cuddles up to you, her head resting on your chest with her arm across your body and your legs tangled with one another, your arm thrown over her waist securing her in place. Alexia's eyes were closed, she was on the edge of sleep and you were in a similar state.

As you lay there looking at the love of your life laying in your arms all you could think about was spending the rest of your life with her.

“Alexia.”

“Hm.” Alexia perks up at the use of her full name.

“Will you marry me?” It slips out with ease, all the nervousness you’ve had about this moment fading away as the two of you lay there.

“What? Bebé, I’m literally naked!” Alexia looks up at you with shock. You chuckle and sit up, Alexia following your movements. You take both her hand in yours and look into her eyes.

“Uh- I-I’m not great with words so bare with me.” You begin. Alexia smiles and squeezes your hand her heart racing as she waits for you to continue.

“I have never met anyone like you. Your presence lightens my whole day. I know I’m not the easiest to deal with but you make me a better person and everyday I spend with you is filled with endless love and admiration.”

“I know we’ve been through a lot together. And I want to continue to be there for you through the good, the bad, and the best. I knew the first time I looked into your beautiful eyes and saw your gorgeous smile all those years ago that you were the one I wanted to be with forever. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.”

Alexia sniffles, her smile wider than life as tears gather in her eyes. You release her hands and lean over to grab the blue velvet box. You get off the bed and kneel down, looking up at Alexia as she wipes her tears and crawls to the edge of the bed.

“So, Alexia Putellas Segura… will you make me the happiest and luckiest woman on earth and marry me?” You ask as you open the box. Alexia gasps at the sight of the ring before lunging at you enveloping you in a tight hug. Your laugh fills the room. You return the hug as you place one hand behind you to stop the both of you from falling back.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes! Of course, idiota.” Alexia beams as she leans back to sit on your lap, pushing her hand toward you. You smile get impossibly wider and you remove the ring from the box before placing it on her finger.

Alexia squeals and pulls you in for a kiss trying to express all the emotions she feeling right now as her tongue caresses yours.

“It’s so perfect.” Alexia whispers looking down at the ring on her finger. You smile softly watching her as she admires the ring. You had spent days looking for the perfect ring for Alexia. Mapi and Alba getting annoyed with you multiple times when you would turn down other beautiful rings.

But you didn’t care. It was for Alexia, the love of your life. She deserved nothing less than the best and you would stop at nothing to make sure she gets it.

“I love you, angel, forever." You whispered looking at her face that was lit up by the moonlight, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Love you too bebé, forever.” Alexia cupped your face as she pulled you in for a delicate kiss.

[dsireland86]

Do you think you could write something about Matt and his obsession with fishnets with fem reader?

Hehehehehe I saw the tweets. Matthew has a dirty mind 🤣🤭

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Fishnets

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Matt's got a thing for you and doesn't shy away from it either. He's constantly flirting with you, telling you how pretty you look and makes it a point to tap your ass every time he walks by you. It's subtle enough to keep it between you two, but hard enough that you still feel it an hour later.

Matt absolutely loves your legs, especially your thighs, never missing the opportunity to touch them or slide his finger between the crease of them when you're wearing those super short cotton ones while sitting down. He'll look you straight in the eye when he's doing it too, just to watch you get all heated and your breath hitch.

Fishnets. Matt's weakness. You heard him, Jolly, and Folio talking one late night on the bus about girls and fishnet stockings. Folio wasn't into them at all. Jolly said it was an occasional thing for him, more of an intimate pleasure, but for Matt... fishnets are his Achilles Heel.

For about an hour straight, he rambles on about them, thinking only of you when he's talking, too. "Fishnets... shit... good stuff, let me tell ya." "Fishnets are my TRIGGER!" "If a woman is wearing them, I'm a full on fool for her." "I'm a sucker for a lady in fishnets." "I WILL make mistakes because of girls in fishnets. MISTAKES."

You chuckle at watching how excited and nervous Matt gets, shifting in his seat and readjusting himself. Then he looks over and sees you staring at him, the little mischievous sparkle in his eyes, the smile lurking in the corner of his mouth, and you know, it's game on.

It's the last night of the tour. Matt's grabbing last-minute stuff from the bus before heading to do front of house. You come out of the tiny ass bathroom, slipping your shorts on over top of your black fishnets, cursing over how small the bathroom space is.

Matt stands there watching you, mouth opened, eyes wide at what he's seeing. You're oblivious to his presence with your back to him as you bend over to zip up your combat boot, giving Matt a clear picture of your ass and what's under your shorts.

"Holy fuck." Matt's voice startles you and you turn around quickly, surprised at his presence. "Shit, Matt, you scared me," clutching your chest. "How long have you been standing there?" "Long enough," he replies with a grin. You smile shyly at him. Matt looks at his phone and realizes you've got time.

Pushing you back into the small ass bathroom, Matt closes the door and locks it. Because of the tiny quarters, your backside is pressed against the sink, and as Matt turns around to face you, he's instantly right up against you, so close that you feel his hard throbbing bulge pressed against you. It turns you one so much, making the black thong you're wearing wet.

Without speaking, Matt lifts you up, sitting you on the counter. You brace your feet against the wall, locking Matt in between them, which he doesn't seem to mind.

You soon realize you both want what's happening and are in no way trying to stop it, no matter if it'll only lead to a quick few minutes thing. "We have time for romance later, baby," Matt tells you while undoing the button of your shorts and sliding them down and easily over your boots. "Spread them," he orders, parting your legs and looking directly at your heated sex that's covered by the thin black lace of your thong.

"Jesus, fuck," he curses. You grab him by the shirt and pull him into you, slamming your lips on his while removing his hat. Your hands tangle themselves in the softness of his dirty blonde hair as he slides your thong to the side, and because of how wet you are, inserts two fingers at a time inside you. You moan from the exhilarating pressure that's spreading you apart from each thrust of his fingers inside you.

Matt's other hand works your thigh, weaving his fingers through the holes of your fishnets. You hear the tiny rips of your stockings as Matt's fingers work you up into your first orgasm which his quickly approaching. The heat filling your lower abdomen as your pussy clenches tighter and tighter around his fingers makes Matt curse again.

"God, you're pussy feels so fucking nice, baby. Just like I knew it would." You moan, pulling him into you because you're almost there. "Fuck, Matt, don't stop," you pant. "That's it, baby, be a slut on my fingers. Keep grinding on them, make yourself cum."

Matt's encouragement is all you need to let go as your orgasm crashes into you, making you clench his shirt tight and dig your nails into his back, baring your teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming.

He slides his fingers out of you and quickly undoes his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Removing his boxers, Matt doesn't give you any recovery time as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, thrusting his cock deep inside you and making you cry out.

"Awe your pussy really is so tight, shit,' he grunts, grabbing your thighs through the fishnets and starts to fuck you hard. Neither of you speak, only keep direct eye contact as each thrust of Matt's brings you closer to the edge again. You moan his name quietly over and over, bracing yourself against the counter.

"These fucking fishnets are going to be the death of me," he growls, ripping them a little more as both his hands are pressed against your thighs, holding them down and spreading them open so he can watching himself go in and out of you. You love the way he licks his lips and how wide with lust his eyes are.

[sporadicthingcollection]

Smash or Pass: Part 3/4 (LA!Buggy the Clown x Reader)

Summary: It's the last stop before the Grand Line and you slink away for a quiet evening. The universe, however, decides to clown on you. Sequel to Kiss, Marry, Kill. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: 🌶 Explicit! 🌶 Warnings: PiV sex, improper use of Devil Fruit powers. Word Count: ~2.9k.

A/N: 🗣️ 🗣️ HARLEQUIN FORNICATORS COME AQUIRE THY FRUIT-DERIVED LIQUID 🗣️ 🗣️

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PART 3: In which an understanding is reached, a Devil Fruit is misused, and a promise is kept.

Buggy springs upwards and throws his arms around you, pulling you atop him. He kisses you like a man dying, quick and desperate and full of little whispers. Curses and prayers and your own name all in the same breath, dancing around your tongues.

What choice do you have but to kiss back? You breathe when you can, but he must be hellbent on asphyxiating you, because he allows barely a moment to pass before pulling you back in.

You love it.

You finally put a hand on his chest and force him down as you pull away. He whines like a kicked puppy, eyes just as big.

“Holy shit, are you desperate,” you utter.

Buggy stares at you with those pleading eyes. Wide, shining, rolling rivers. “Join my crew,” he says.

You almost sober up right then and there. He tries to pull you back down and you have to hold yourself back with both hands. “You're still on that?”

"How could I not be?" He says it like it’s a casual good morning greeting.

What's with this guy? “You barely know me! I cut your tongue out, I humiliated you, I said mean shit about your—!”

He yanks you back into kissing him, but a hand goes to your ass this time. Squeezing, groping, stroking. “Knew I wanted you -- the moment -- I saw you -- under the spotlight.”

It’s really hard not to kiss back and you are a weak, weak woman. “You tried -- to kill me -- and my friends -- right before -- and right after.”

He pulls away to kiss your jaw, your cheek, all the way up to your ear. “We were all young and stupid then.”

“That was two weeks ago.”

“Exactly.” He pulls you flush against him before returning to your mouth. What a nice fat tongue he’s got. “Been thinking about you every day since.”

Well, that’s something you have in common. “Thinking about what?”

“Your laugh, your eyes, your lips...” His cock pokes you in the thighs. He moans, long and low, and presses his mouth to your ear. “Your cunt that I just know is dripping.”

Well, it wasn't before, but it is now. Time to give up the ghost. “Been thinking about you too.”

He's the one to pull away this time, eyes wide. “Really?”

You nod. "Remember what you said to me at Arlong Park?"

“I say a lot of things. I like the sound of my own voice.”

You remember. It echoes in your ears in the daytime and haunts your dreams all through the night. It lodges itself between your legs and burrows upwards, pulse by pulse, stroke by stroke, until it erupts from your mouth and finally grants you sweet relief.

It makes you shudder even now. “You said if I joined your crew…” You press your lips to his ear. “You’d screw me to the wall every night and eat my cunt like a wild dog every morning.”

His breath quickens. He swallows. The corner of his mouth twitches up. "One of my more inspired turns of phrase."

“Oh, absolutely." You grin wickedly. “But I understand if you just liked the sound of your own voice. You probably can’t do it.”

Hook baited. Let’s see if he bites.

A low, low growl leaves his throat. The next thing you know, the world is spinning. A pair of strong arms lift you up and off the bed — just arms. No hands. They pin you to the wall.

You shriek in surprise, only for a forearm to clap over your mouth. The other slides up the hem of your shirt and yanks it up and over your head, blinding you.

“Can’t do it, huh?” You hear the jangle of a belt buckle, the buzz of a zipper, and the thud of trousers hitting the floor. “The hell I can’t!”

The shirt finally pops off your head, and you—

Oh. Hello.

Buggy’s naked.

He’s got his back to you as he puts his hair up into a ponytail with disembodied hands. And what a back it is. Broad. Smooth. Muscle ripples with every movement, no matter how slight.

He bends down and dear sweet lord, what an ass. You’ve seen a lot of asses in your day and this one is damn good. You want to dig your nails into it. Slap it. Feel it jiggle. Grip it tight.

Your own hands go to your waistband. You’ve never gotten that zipper down faster.

“You’re gonna eat those words,” he spits. His hands dig around in his trouser pockets.

You don’t hear him. You’re too preoccupied with getting your bra off without seeing the hooks and trying to use telepathy to get him to just turn around already.

He straightens up and surveys the floor, his back still to you. "Oh, where the hell...?"

Fuck’s sake. You slip your panties off and snap the elastic at him. “Buggy!” you bark. 

They hit his back and he turns at the waist to glower at you. You can barely make out the tangle on his pubic mound. “What— oh.” His eyes sweep up and down your body like the spotlights he craves. His mouth drops open. “Oh.”

You’re flattered. You really are. “Will you just get over here and screw me already?!”

Finally, finally, finally he turns around.

You’ve seen longer at full mast. In fact, it might be on the shorter side. But… could you even make a fist around that thing? And the flare of the head… There’s a non-zero chance it might not fit. Oh boy.

Bright red blooms across his cheeks and his throat bobs as he swallows. His wayward limbs reattach themselves — hands to arms, arms to shoulders — but he holds them stiffly. “You’re…”

“I'm hot shit, I know.” His cock bobs and your pussy twitches. You notice the little foil packet in his hands. “Wait, you’re gonna get that over that?”

He stares a moment longer, then gives a little shake. “Unless you wanna go without?”

That sounds amazing, actually. Been awhile since you got done raw. But not even you are crazy enough to risk that.

Unless you are. Are you? No, not today. You shake your head.

He grabs a corner with his teeth and rips it open. You watch as he rolls the rubber down his cock. Or tries to, anyways. He tries the wrong side first and has to turn it around, but he does get it on. Barely. It looks tight.

“Might need to go up a size,” you mutter.

He flushes a brilliant red, but doesn’t say anything as he approaches you. His cock quivers with every step like it can barely support its own weight.

He swallows. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked nervous. He touches your breast, dragging his fingertips along the dip, across your areola, and along the curve of the bottom. “God damn.”

Again. You’re flattered. But there’s more important business to deal with. “Buggy,” you say firmly, “either quit talking and fuck me like a man or don’t fuck me at all.”

Something seems to click. His gaze hardens and he closes the distance between you. He presses his hard, lean body against yours, resting his hands on your hips. He peers down at you.

“You sure you want this? With me?” he murmurs.

God fucking dammit. “Are you a virgin or something?” you spit.

He has the gall to look offended while you stand there unfucked. “No!”

You sling your leg up, grab his hand, and place it under your knee. “Then. Fuck. Me.”

Buggy swallows. He lifts your leg higher and grabs his cock. He lines himself up and, with a nod from you, takes the plunge.

You gasp as he pushes into you. Fuck, this is gonna be a helluva squeeze. You’re lucky you’re already wet.

He chokes. It almost sounds like a sob. “Oh, that’s tight…”

You want to protest. You’re not tight, he’s just packing. But you think better of it. “Thrust,” you hiss.

His voice quivers. “I don’t think I can.”

“Just do it.”

He swallows. His cock moves inside you, up and down and up and down. You hiccup with every push and hiss with every pull, but it gets easier as your slick coats your insides.

Buggy has no such relief. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and whimpers with every movement, breathing like a weight crushes his chest.

You feel a bit of sympathy for him until you look down. He’s not thrusting his hips at all. This motherfucker detached his cock from the rest of him.

He sees you looking and gives you a weak, brows-knit, lips-pursed smile. “Perks of being a Chop-Chop man,” he rasps.

A knock on the door makes you both freeze.

“Everything alright in there?” the matron calls. “If he’s dead, I’ll help you move him.”

You roll your eyes and open your mouth, but he presses his finger to your lips. “Shh.”

He detaches himself at the waist, taking his head and his free hand with it. His hips remain against yours, and his cock still stretches you wide.

You watch in shock as he floats his torso over to the door. He opens it just a crack. “Alive and kicking, thanks. How’re you on this fine evening?”

You have no idea how he can make pleasantries with someone while buried up to his balls inside you. You certainly couldn’t. You know what? Fuck him. You squeeze your walls tight.

His breath hitches, but he keeps talking. Slowly but surely, he wins over the matron. You understand how he has as big of a crew as he does. Man’s got a weird charisma that just turns on and off like a lightbulb. You’re kinda jealous.

“She’s sleeping right now. She’s had a rough day. I’ll keep an eye on her. No, of course. Really? I appreciate it. Thank you. Good night, ma’am.”

He closes the door and draws the lock. He turns to you. That charisma is still switched on and it shows. Despite his current lack of legs, he still manages to saunter towards you.

“Trying to make me break character, huh?” His cock slams into you and your tailbone slams the wall and it all makes you gasp. "Cute."

“I don’t like being ignored,” you huff. “Where’d you get the confidence from?”

He gives a smug smile. “All part of the act, baby.“

You liked the other Buggy better than this asshole. You clench tight around his cock.

He chokes and sputters, eyes going wide. He opens his mouth again and you squeeze again and again he chokes on his words. A whimper escapes him this time, but he shakes it off. “Stop that!”

“Then get over here!”

Buggy scowls. It’s a good look on him. He reattaches himself to his waist and slams his palm against the wall right next to your ear. “You're a real bitch, you know that?”

You drape your arms around his broad shoulders. “Damn right."

He grins. He dives for your mouth as his cock reattaches, and he thrusts his hips in a steady rhythm. Nipping, sucking, licking. Any sense at all goes right out the window. All you can think about is how good it feels to be full.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck. His breath is hot on your skin, all raspy huffs and wordless moans. His moans trickle so sweetly into your ear, like grenadine syrup between the ice cubes of a cocktail.

Something wet wiggles in between your bellies and slides down, down to right above where his body joins with yours. It swirls your clit and you damn near scream.

His hand flies to your mouth, pressing a finger to your lips, before pulling you into yet another kiss. You part his lips with your tongue, ready to dance, but…

…nothing. There's nothing there.

You pull away so hard you whack your head on the wall. “What the—?!“

He slams his mouth into yours to shut you up. Still nothing in there. He kisses you again and again until the urge to scream subsides. The urge to swear does not.

You hiss through gritted teeth. “What the fuck?”

He opens his mouth wide. Teeth the color of old ivory glisten in the light, but no tongue. He leans back slightly. A slab of pink flesh waggles against your clit, making you buck. You look back up at him. He winks that little wink of his.

Perks of being a Chop Chop man indeed.

You wrap your arms around his neck. You throw your leg up around his hip and he grabs it. You hook your other leg up and he grabs that one as well. He lays his forehead against yours, gazing right into your soul.

You gaze back. His grip is a little shaky, but you doubt he'll drop you. “Ready?”

Buggy nods curtly. With a snap of his hips, he makes good on his promise.

You’ve never been fucked like this. Screwed to the wall, stretched to bursting, swirled to oblivion, kissed into silence. You wonder if you died in that brawl and went right to hell, punished by being fucked by the object of your lust for the rest of eternity.

If you’re being honest with yourself, you’d be okay with that. No more getting up early. No more worrying about bounty hunters. No more gazing at the ocean and wondering how you went so wrong in your life that you had to jump aboard a kid's pirate ship just to get away from it all.

All that exists are you and the Devil himself, tempting you to sin with a harlequin’s smile, a silver tongue dancing a tango on your clit, and a cock so thick you feel like you’re being split in half. Any of those alone, you could make do with, but all together? You're doomed.

Speaking of which, you’re close. So very close. You say as much to Buggy, who nods.

With one last swirl, he recalls his tongue back to his mouth with a slurping noise you’re not sure turns you on or off. “Knew you were gonna taste good,” he moans.

You decide it's a turn on. “C’mere."

He leans in, only to yip when you latch onto his neck. He moans your name as you suck, bucking harder with every lap of your tongue and every nip of your teeth.

You only pull away to moan his name. “Buggy…”

The thrusting continues. “Say it again.”

Who are you to deny that? “Buggy,” you purr.

He moans your name again. He presses his lips to your ear and repeats it like a chant with every thrust.

You’re not sure if it’s his tone or the way his cock stretches you or if there’s just something in the air, but whatever it is, it tips you right over the edge.

You’re no stranger to cumming. You’ve been around the block. On your own, with a partner, with tools, without, all of it.

Not a damn thing has ever rocked you the way this climax does. It drags you to the top of a cliff, dangles you over the edge, then hurls you down. You hit every bump and briar and boulder along the way, bringing tears to your eyes and making you scream with every pulse.

But you can’t twitch your cunt closed around a cock this thick. You just twitch and throb and moan until he’s driven wild.

Which he is in very short order. He loses his mind, buried deep inside you, stuttering in his rhythm.

"Gonna... Gonna make you a queen," he whimpers. He thrusts up and up, hard, erratic, so close, so very, very close. "Gonna be mine. All mine. Mine mine mine—!"

One final twitch and Buggy comes undone. He whines into your neck as he pops like a cork, nails digging into your hips.

God alive, you wish he wasn’t rubbered up. You want to feel hot, thick seed painting your insides, filling you up so full that it drips down your leg like syrup when he pulls out.

But alas.

You go limp. He goes limp. Like a pair of stringless puppets, you flop onto the bed. It creaks mightily and you worry it might break, but it holds.

You lay there against him, panting. The orgasm sobered you up a bit, and you come to terms with the fact that you might be kind of a slut.

You're ready to scramble away when his arm slips under your neck and the other wraps around your waist. Buggy pulls you in tight and curls up, holding you tight against him, shivering like a man pulled from ice water.

“You okay?” He whimpers like a dog, burying his face in your hair. You try to crane your neck to look at him. “You don’t sound okay.”

A few moments pass. The whimpers stop and he grows still. Cold hits your back as he releases you. You hear the squelch of semen in rubber and the snap of a knot being tied.

“Sorry," he mumbles. "Big one.”

You can’t help yourself. “Been awhile?”

“Shut up.” He flops back onto the bed and wraps back around you. He inhales deeply, then lets out a groan. “Can't feel my legs.”

And now’s your chance. Bail. Run. Get the hell outta Dodge while he’s in a post-coital haze.

But he’s so warm and you're so comfy and he smells so nice. Like sea air and fancy lipstick. Exhaustion swamps you like a rogue wave. You can’t bear to move a muscle.

"That's supposed to be my line," you say.

He replies with a weak giggle and pulls you in closer.

Heavy, lazy silence fills the room, resting atop you like a warm, thick blanket on a winter morning. You never want this moment to end. Nothing else in the world except you, this bed, and the man curled around you. You suppose the least you can do is keep him company through the night.

You try to sit up to grab the edge of the sheet, but his grip tightens. He mumbles something as a hand wriggles out from underneath you. It grabs the sheet and pulls it over the both of you, tucking the edges beneath your body before returning to its rightful place.

Snug as a bug in a rug, you think. A snug bug rug. Well, two bugs. You and him. Snugs as two bugs in a rugs. Or one you and one Buggy. Snuggy Buggy in a ruggy...

Your half-asleep musings are interrupted by a whisper in your ear. “Did you mean what you said?”

“‘Bout what?”

“About joining my crew.”

He’s still on that? Poor guy. You spare him a pitying smile. “‘Fraid so.”

You hear him swallow. He pulls you in tight against him, burying his face in your hair. He murmurs words you don’t quite catch. Sweet little nothings against your scalp.

Your body fits so nicely against his. His belly presses against your back with every breath. He’s so very warm. And comfortable.

You drift off to the best sleep you’ve gotten in weeks.

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QUICK FIX #3: You sit on NCT Chenle's lap and intimately ride his cock

Member: NCT Chenle

Content: Sitting, Riding, Dirty talk, Female orgasm, Pregnant

Type: STEAMY

Word Count: 1.7k

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

You're showering with Chenle when he suddenly asks: “Wanna move to the kitchen?”

You know what that means. It means sex on a kitchen chair, with Chenle sitting down and you on top with your back against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around you and his hands on your breasts. It's his favorite position.

“Yeah,” you say while stroking his hard cock. You can't wait to feel it inside you.

Naked and horny, Chenle steps out of the running water. You turn the faucet and follow close behind while holding his hands. He grabs a towel and hands it to you, and you take turns hastily drying yourselves.

You rush ahead, out of the steamy bathroom and into the kitchen where the cold air hits you. You pull out a chair, and motion for Chenle to have a seat. You admire his slim body as he gets into position and grabs your arm, pulling you closer.

You kiss as you lean in over him. He sinks into the chair, suddenly under your control. He sits straight, but his body is somewhat slouched as your lips on his make him weak.

“I love you baby,” he says and puts a hand on your bare ass. You suddenly don't feel cold at all, just his warm presence.

“I love you too my little dolphin.”

Chenle giggles and pulls you closer. You spin around, and sit down on his lap. He wraps his arms around your chest and stomach, and kisses your back and shoulders.

“Oh, Chenle,” you moan while spreading your legs. Your ass is on his crotch, and his boner pokes your cheeks.

“I want you so badly,” he whispers into your ear while brushing your hair aside. “I wanna get inside you.”

“Yeah, fuck me Chenle,” you say and lift your ass. Your knees are bent and thigh muscles working hard as you hover above him. Behind you, he grabs his cock and gets it into position.

When you feel the head near your vagina, you slowly lower yourself onto his shaft. He moans, and you imagine his eyes closed and face grimacing as he penetrates you.

“Ahh!” he exclaims. Your lips swallow the shaft and your thigh muscles relax, as his throbbing cock slides deep inside you.

You start to roll your hips and ass, rocking them back and forth, pleasuring the shaft the way you know Chenle likes it. The more you move and squirm on top of him, the more his hands move around and feel your body. His face is pressed tight against your shoulder blades, and his hands are all over your boobs, stomach, waist and thighs.

Each time you push your ass backwards, Chenle moans a little louder. His breath on your skin feels warm and turns you on.

“Chenle!” you exclaim. “Oh, Chenle, fuck me.”

“I am fucking you,” he says and smirks. ”Uhmn, yeah, I'm fucking you so good. It feels so great the way you swallow my dick. You're so hot and beautiful!”

You raise your arm and put a hand behind Chenle's head, pushing him closer toward you. Perfectly aligned, your bodies move as one. You roll your hips back and forth in wide motions, and he gently rocks his thighs back and forth on the chair, pushing as deep inside you as he possibly can.

When Chenle reaches up and grabs both of your breasts, you start to move a little faster. You stop rolling seductively, and start bouncing eagerly, causing his cock to slide in and out of you. Each time your weight comes down on his lap, Chenle groans passionately.

“Shit baby, you make my dick so hard!”

When you feel his body tensing behind you, and his grip around your breasts tightening, you suddenly slow down. You tease him, edging him on with each slow bounce.

He relaxes his arms and his hands fall down to your ass. He falls back on the chair, while you lean forward and arch your back so he can get a better view.

With your feet firmly planted on the floor, you lift and lower your ass, feeling his throbbing shaft and head rubbing against your clitoris each time you sit down.

He holds on tightly around your hips, looking at your ass with an open mouth and shallow, rapid breaths. “Fuck, me, you're, so, good!” he says, one syllable at a time each time your ass comes down on him, and his shaft penetrates deep inside you.

You suddenly feel a rush going through your body, as your own orgasm is building up. You prepare for it by handing control back to Chenle.

“Fuck me baby,” you say and suddenly lock your legs.

Chenle is quick to react. He grabs your hips tighter and begin to move his own ass fast up and down on the chair. He rapidly thrusts inside you, in and out of your wet pussy.

Now it's your turn to moan. “Oh, yeah, Chen-, -le! Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Yeah, ba-, -by! Ahh, Chenle, Chenle, ah, Ah, AHHH, CHENLE! CHENLEEE!”

Your orgasm hits you hard, sending a shock wave through your tense body. It rushes through you like a thunderbolt, causing your legs to shake, your whole body to shiver, and your mind to go blank. Chenle's rapidly thrusting cock inside you feels so great, and you can't believe he manages to do this to you every single time. This isn't just his favorite position, it's yours too, as it perfectly allows his shaft to go deep, and his head to hit just the right spot.

The orgasm lasts for a good ten seconds. You keep repeating Chenle's name, and lift your arm again to press his head hard against your back. Your head tilts far back, and his arms are tightly wrapped around you as he bounces fast under you.

You still feel Chenle warmth on your back and shoulders, but he's suddenly gone awfully quite, and you know what that means. He's holding his breath, working hard to keep your high going for as long as possible. But as you squirm and moan and come on top of him, and your vagina squeezes tighter around his shaft when your leg and pelvic muscles reach peak tensity, he can't hold back any longer.

Chenle's ass suddenly makes a leap on the chair, as he erupts inside you. His sperm shoots into you, drowning his shaft in hot liquid and swimming for your eggs. Your body absorbs all of it, and without knowing the impact your act has had on you, you realize you've made a mistake.

“Fuck!” you suddenly exclaim. “We didn't use a condom!”

Chenle suddenly stops moving. For a moment, he too freezes in his position. His hand is still on your breast and arm around your stomach. Neither of you are cold any longer, but you suddenly feel a worry piercing through you.

Your mind becomes clearer, but now it's Chenle's turn to go blank. As he empties himself inside you, he suddenly feels a little scared.

“Fuck,” he echoes. ”I forgot. You make me so horny!”

You giggle and lean back on the chair, his cock still inside you. “So it's my fault?” you tease.

“No, it's my fault,” Chenle says and giggles . ”I can't control myself around you.”

“I'm glad you can't. That's what makes it so hot. You made me come, baby.”

“Don't I always?” he asks, and sounds a little disappointed.

“Yeah, you do, but this was different. It felt… stronger. Different, somehow.”

“Oh shit, I really did get you pregnant!” You feel his body tensing under you again, but for a different reason this time.

You suddenly burst out laughing. “Chenle, baby, that's not how it works! You can't feel if you get pregnant. Besides, what are the odds?”

“Higher than you'd think, I guess. Shit, the company would kill me!”

You hear the genuine worry in his tone of voice, and slowly begin to stand up. His now slack dick slides out of you, and you feel your grip loosen as it falls out.

“Relax, okay?” you say and turn to face him, looking straight into his eyes. He suddenly looks like a frightened little boy, not the man who fucked you so good just moments ago. “You didn't get me pregnant.”

Chenle takes comfort in your words, and can't help but smile when he looks at your face.

“Well, we'd have the most beautiful babies, wouldn't we?” he says lovingly and pulls you closer.

You kiss, as you sit down on his lap with your legs pointing sideways. You wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself against him. He gently caresses your back as he holds you.

“We would, wouldn't we?” you say and smile. “I'm sure it's fine, but I wouldn't mind bearing your children. I'd love a bunch of little mini Chenle's runing around!”

Chenle laughs and kisses you on the lips. “Let's wait a few more years,” he says. “Like, at least ten!”

“Of course babe,” you reply. “I'm not ready to have kids, but if I did have them, I'd want them to be yours. You'd make an excellent father.”

Chenle smiles at you but doesn't say anything. For a few minutes, you sit in silence in the middle of the kitchen floor, holding and loving each other. Your mind wanders, until you decide to shake it off and stop worrying.

Sex with him really is great! you think to yourself.

Chenle, however, has a harder time letting go of the worry. With his head on your shoulder, he stares blankly into space. He loves you and has no regrets. You're the best thing that's ever happened to him, which says a lot, and coming inside you raw felt so good. It was worth the risk, he thinks. Then he makes a conscious choice to listen to your words. What are the odds anyway? Get over yourself, Chenle. Of course she's not pregnant!

Little did either of you know, however, that his seeds did indeed take root, and that within the year you'd both be parents. It would turn out to be a blessing, and I hindsight you'd look back on this day as an amazing memory.

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On the Run - Chapter 14

Summary: The aftermath of Negan, Joel and Y/N's showdown with Philip is revealed.

Characters: Joel Miller (The Last of Us), Negan (The Walking Dead), the reader (OC, third person), Bill (The Last of Us), Frank (The Last of Us), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47007172/chapters/124696753

Warnings: Swearing, angst, etc.

Notes: This is the final chapter of this story. Thank you to anyone who read this and kept up with it. There are a few "cameos" in this chapter.

Desperation. Flashing images in an out. A strange pressure flooded Joel’s head as people were surrounding him. Occasionally his eyes would flutter open and there was a blinding white light flooding his eyes with people talking. Everything felt so surreal. It was so hard to stay awake. Only small moments of consciousness were taking place and he could only interpret so much at a time. There was an ache that filled his body. His limbs felt heavy and it was hard to move.

“We’re losing him,” a voice called out making Joel groan out loudly, his head tipping back when he felt someone’s hands over his body. Dropping his head to the side, he forced his eyes to open. Blurry images surrounded him, but when an image finally came to, he heard the sound of a heart monitor flat lining. It was then he saw that it was Negan at the other side of the room they were in. Doctors were surrounding Negan desperately trying to work on him at the same time while others were helping Joel. 

“Negan…” Joel tried to lift himself up, but there was an invisible force keeping him down on the table. Wincing out in pain, Joel was doing everything that he could to move but his energy was completely depleted. Someone was attempting to silence him to get him to relax but seeing Negan’s lifeless body had him desperate. “Please…”

“Calm down Mr. Miller,” a blurry face coached him and he tried to shake off the feeling of passing out again.

“He needs me,” Joel tried pushing at the hands over him finding himself infuriated that he didn’t have the strength to go be with the man that had saved his life. A frustrated roar escaped him when his eyes started to black over. Even fighting as hard as he could to stay conscious, it was a battle he could not win. It was inevitable. The sensation was too strong and Joel fell back unconscious.

By the time he was finally able to come back to, Joel felt the soft stroking of fingers over the back of his hand. Twitching his fingers made a nervous sound fall from the throat of the person beside him and he forced himself as hard as he could to open his eyes. Just a little bit.

“Hey you,” Y/N’s voice surrounded him. Hearing her made him suck in a sharp breath of air. God, he felt too weak to even interact with her. Leaning in closer to the bed, her fingertips traced in over the side of Joel’s face and he leaned into her touch. “It’s good to see you awake.”

“Is this heaven?” Joel grumbled eliciting a tiny laugh from her in response. “It’s fucking bright. And you’re here. So I just assumed.”

“Smooth,” she commented sliding in closer to the edge of the bed. Keeping his eyes open hurt. It was so bright and it was giving him a headache. His throat was incredibly dry and he was just doing his best to stay awake. “How are you feeling?” 

“Terrible,” Joel’s voice was rasp and he spoke in a soft whisper. There was no reason to lie. He felt like shit. Everything ached and he had never felt this weak before. “I feel like I was hit by a truck and then rolled over by a steam roller.”

“Well you were shot three times,” she reminded him making Joel toss his head back and groan out. Everything hurt, but the thing that hurt the most was undoubtedly his leg where Philip had shot him. It was in the thigh and there was a strong ache that flooded up toward his hip and down that leg. “You lost a lot of blood too.”

“My leg is fucked,” Joel lifted his head slightly only for it to fall back into the pillows again because he barely had the strength to even speak. If this was the kind of pain Negan had after being shot the first time, he wondered how Negan was able to make it through like he did. Gazing back, he looked at the IV that he was attached to and huffed. “How the fuck did Negan make it through without high grade pain medication the first time he was shot?”

Saying that out loud made him let out a worried exhale, his head tipping to the side when he looked to Y/N again, “Negan? Where is Negan?”

“He’s not here,” she whispered and Joel let out a sharp exhale remembering what he had seen earlier. At least what he thought he had seen. 

“What does that mean?” Joel pushed trying to lift his head up again to level himself, but he fell back against the bed when he didn’t have the strength. “I need to see him. I need to…”

“Hey,” she stood up from the seat she was in when he wiggled about trying to pull himself from the bed. “You’re going to overdo it. You went through some surgery earlier and you’re still weak. Probably heavily medicated too.”

“Shit…” Joel felt the room spinning around him again and he winced. Clutching to the side of the bed he was trying to focus to keep himself from passing out again. So badly he wanted to be awake, but he was failing miserably.

“Relax,” Joel felt Y/N helping him back into laying down when the darkness started to surround him again. Even after fighting hard to keep himself conscious, he lost. The last thing he felt before he passed out again was the firm grasp Y/N’s hand had with his. This constant in and out was terrifying, but that comforting hold was the only thing keeping him from being scared.

Gasping out, Joel’s eyes finally snapped open fully and he had no idea how many hours had passed, but thankfully it was a whole lot darker in the room that he was in now. It took a while for him to completely come to but when he did, he saw the machines that were surrounding him. Lifting his arms up, he noticed all the wires that were attached to his body along with the IV that was in his arm. Huffing out loudly, he was uncomfortable seeing that he was alone.

Gazing around the room, he noticed that there was a curtain up between him and what he assumed to be the other patient he was sharing a room with.

“Tough guy is finally awake,” a nurse entered the room making Joel’s head lift up from the bed. His throat was dryer than before. It felt like a desert inside of his mouth and he shakily reached up to stroke over the front of his neck making the nurse smile. “I can’t tell you how many times I had to force you back in that bed. You’re a stubborn one.”

“I hate hospitals,” Joel announced making the woman snicker while she was checking his vitals.

“Everyone does,” she countered with a shake of her head writing down a few things.

There was a silence that followed and he heard the sounds of the machines beeping. Cringing at the sound, Joel closed his eyes tightly and grumbled to himself.

“Is this hell?” Joel wondered knowing that he was in exceedingly large amounts of pain and this whole scenario was like hell for him.

“I guess that depends on who you ask,” she gave him a big smile but Joel frowned in response.

“Can I have some water?” Joel requested of the nurse looking around to make sure that there was none there in the first place. “My throat is incredibly dry.”

“Sure thing. Give me a minute,” she set something down and walked out of the room leaving him to himself. Looking around, Joel was disappointed to know that he was alone. Earlier he had Y/N with him and he felt comfortable. Now he just felt uneasy and very alone. When the nurse returned, she had two cups of water and went to the other side of the curtain to set one down before returning to him. “Do you need help?”

“No,” Joel shook his head trying to push up onto his elbows, getting into place when she handed him over the paper cup that she had brought with a straw. Swiftly drinking down what she had brought him, Joel had never been so thankful to have a drink of water in his life. “Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” she stepped beside the bed looking Joel over when he wiggled trying to find a position where he felt comfortable. 

“Like shit,” Joel was blunt making her chuckle.

“You’re being hailed a hero. You know that?” she spoke and it made Joel cringe.

“I’m no hero,” Joel explained with a huff hating to even hear something like that. That wasn’t the whole point of this thing. “I take it my name made it to the news?”

“Kind of hard for it not to be. You and the others brought down the man that was projected to be the next governor of this state. Since Philip Blake was exposed across all of the news media there has been multiple things that have come out about him,” the nurse informed him while she checked on his IV bag. Shakily Joel set the cup of water down on the table beside him and got comfortable again. “We’ve had to keep the FBI in the waiting room, been throwing out reporters and you guys even had Ezekiel Payton showing up to thank you.”

“Maybe I should have died,” Joel buried his head in his hand hearing her let out a confused sound. All that really mattered is that he was able to help Y/N, but he knew that by having his name in the news that his private life was going to be incredibly public. And then it would be known that he was dating Y/N who was one of his students. “That means there are some things that are going to come out about me that are going to get me fired from my job.”

“I can’t see anyone firing someone so many consider a hero,” she combated back with him, her fingers curling around the side of his bed. “You’re a celebrity right now.”

“Great. That’s what I always wanted,” Joel snorted his eyebrows bouncing up when he stared out into the empty hallway seeing only nurses passing. At this point in his life Joel just wanted to be left alone so he was not looking forward to whatever he had waiting for him after this. “What happened to the woman that was with me? Y/N Blake.”

“They were running some tests on her. She refused to have anyone look at her until about thirty minutes ago,” the nurse answered him making Joel grumble and pull himself up in the bed as much as possible. “The woman didn’t want to leave this room.”

“What about Negan?” Joel questioned feeling his chest ache when he thought about what he had seen previously. At this point he didn’t know if his mind had made up what he had seen or if it was real. It could have been a memory that his own mind conjured up, but he had to know. “I was in and out for a while. And I thought I saw him die.”

“Uhm,” the nurse swallowed down hard, her eyes lowering and Joel felt his heartrate quicken. “I’m surprised you saw that. I think they were doing their best to keep you under while they worked on you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone fight so hard to stay awake. Like I said, you’re a stubborn one.”

“So Negan died?” Joel blurt out in a panicked tone, his throat tensing up and he felt chills flooding throughout his body. All at once he felt like he was going to throw up and pass out all over again. The room was spinning and he didn’t know how to react. “What…what happened?”

“He did,” she waved her hands about in the air making Joel feel a range of emotions that he couldn’t quite explain. Dropping his head into his hands, Joel found himself overwhelmed with an incredible amount of emotions. He fought so hard to save Negan at the end and to hear that he failed broke him. A pained sound fell from his throat when he dragged his fingers throughout his hair tugging on it. “I take it the two of you are close?”

“It’s complicated,” Joel dragged his hands down his face knowing there was no way to really explain his relationship with Negan to someone who wasn’t part of it. Hearing the sound of the curtain being pulled back made Joel lift his head. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Negan in the bed beside him. There was so much more attached to Negan compared to Joel. Clutching the sides of the bed, Joel pulled himself up further and watched closely to make sure he saw Negan’s abdomen moving when he breathed. Turning his attention to the heart monitor, Joel let out a shuddering exhale and he shook his head. “I thought you said he died.”

“He did,” she explained when Joel tried to pull himself up from the bed and she attempted to stop him. “You’re going to open your wounds if you get up the wrong way. Everything looks promising with him. They were able to bring him back and he needed a lot of things done to get him where he is right now, but he’s here.”

“What is wrong with you?” Joel snarled looking to the nurse who threw her hands up in the air in a defensive manner. “You tell me that someone who is important to me is dead when he’s very much alive.”

“No, I told you that he died. He did,” she corrected Joel after it was visible that he started to get angry with her over what she said to him. “In fact he did several times. They were just able to bring him back. We’re lucky to have him here. This guy kept fighting. Something wanted him to be here.”

“Can I see him?” Joel asked of the nurse making her fold her arms out in front of her chest. “Please.”

“Honey, this is probably the closest you are going to get to seeing him right now. You can’t get out of your bed and he can’t either,” she reasoned with Joel hearing him grumble. When he attempted to move from the bed, she stopped him again. “If you move you could start bleeding again and you could injure yourself even more. You don’t want that.”

“Then help me,” Joel requested of the woman making her huff at his demanding tone. “Please.”

“I can move your bed slightly closer to his, but that’s all I can do,” she explained to Joel making his glare deepen and she shook her head. “You can glare at me all you want Mr. Miller. That’s not going to change the fact I could get in trouble by moving you.”

“Fine,” Joel agreed getting comfortable in the bed again for her. More than anything he wanted to get up, but with her stressing that he couldn’t made him assume something really bad could happen if he did. It took a few minutes for her to get him closer to Negan’s bed. He would have preferred to sit on the edge of Negan’s bed to see him, but this was the best he was going to get. Outstretching his hand, he was able to place his hand over Negan’s making the woman gaze between the two of them.

“Oh, I get it,” the nurse let out a long exhale holding her hands up in the air. “You should have just told me. I would have understood.”

“You don’t understand,” Joel stammered pulling his hand away from Negan realizing what she was assuming about them. “You don’t…”

“No, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. It’s not my business,” she checked one other thing before heading for the door. “Just hit the big red button if you need something. You’re on some serious pain medicine right now, so I don’t expect you to last long.”

Instead of saying anything more, Joel’s dark eyes gazed over at Negan to see his chest rising and falling very slowly. Clearing his throat, Joel thought about what happened previously and he outstretched his hand to place it over the back of Negan’s hand. Stroking his fingers over the flesh, Joel gazed over the wires that were covering Negan and sighed.

“It’s illegal to sexually assault a disabled man when he can’t protect himself,” Negan’s deep, raspy voice filled the air making Joel’s brown eyes lift to see that Negan’s eyes were barely open. A weak smirk tugged at the corners of Negan’s lips making Joel roll his eyes. When Joel didn’t pull his hand away, Negan’s fingers hooked with his making Joel clear his throat uneasily.

“How are you still alive you stupid bastard?” Joel’s voice was broken showing that he was emotional making Negan’s lips part and his head tipped back. A pained sound fell from Negan’s throat making Joel sit forward, his fingers hooking tighter around Negan’s.

“I don’t know,” Negan dragged out every single word, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he grumbled to himself. “I think they told me I did die.”

“I saw it myself, but I was barely conscious,” Joel explained feeling his chest aching at the thought of what he had seen. There was a silence that filled the hospital room and he let out a whimpering breath. “I am so fucking sorry Negan.”

“For what?” Negan muttered with a groan. His free hand placed in over his abdomen, his head turning to the side so his eyelashes could flutter somewhat open. There were dark circles under Negan’s eyes and the color was drained from his face.

“For thinking that you could have been the culprit behind all of this,” Joel confessed slowly pulling his hand from Negan’s and he grabbed the sides of his hospital bed. “It’s my fault that you got shot and died, multiple times. You almost left this world because of me. You shouldn’t have stepped in front of that bullet for me.”

“I didn’t do it just for you,” Negan shook his head, his words coming out slow and quiet, but extremely raspy. “I also did it for your daughter and for Y/N. They both love you. You’re meant to be here. I made that choice long before that moment. If it was between me and you, it was always going to be you that would be saved.”

“But it would have never happened if I just believed you. Instead I let Simon sway me into believing that you were behind everything. I should have known the whole time,” Joel searched for the right words feeling incredibly guilty that Negan was like this in the first place. “You were bleeding so much and…”

“Don’t,” Negan hushed Joel hearing him uncomfortably trying to think of things to say to explain how he was feeling. Shakily reaching his hand out, Negan grabbed a hold of Joel’s hand and weakly squeezed at it. “It was Simon. Not you. I’d make the same choice again.”

“This is my fault,” Joel insisted with a hurt sound and Negan’s head dropped further back into the pillows while he held onto Joel’s hand. “I should be the one that’s there. Not you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Negan scoffed, a smirk tugging over his exhausted features showing that he wasn’t mad at Joel. “What happened? Where is Y/N? The last thing I remember is getting shot.”

“She’s okay,” Joel assured Negan noticing that Negan could barely keep his eyes open, but he was doing his best to try to stay alert. “It was Philip. He was behind everything. It was a ploy to gain sympathy for votes.”

There was a silence that followed and he looked to see that Negan was breathing heavily. It was obvious that Negan had fallen back asleep. That would have to be something he was told again. Giving Negan’s hand another firm squeeze, Joel got more comfortable in his bed again knowing that he was fatigued himself and should rest. Which is what he did.

“Time for one of your tests,” a voice boasted making Joel’s eyes snap open, the room was blurry around him and he could feel someone’s fingers hooked with his. Looking to the side, his eyes finally came to see that Y/N had stuck herself between the space that was between him and Negan. Her head was dropped forward and she was visibly sleeping. Even with the nurse ready to take him, he couldn’t help but be enamored with Y/N. 

“Hey,” Joel spoke softly, his fingers squeezing tightly to hers making her very lazily lift her head up. Shaking her hand once more made her eyes flutter to an open and he offered up a weak smile when she saw him again. “You doing okay?”

“Physically, I’ve been better. Mentally, unsure really,” she explained tipping her head from side to side. Joel smirked, his head nodding once while his chocolate brown eyes gazed over her. “When I know the two of you are well and out of here, I’ll be even better.”

“What about you?” Joel tried pulling himself up but he was still incredibly weak which frustrated the hell out of him. There was a lot of bruising done to her face from when Philip had struck her with the gun. It made her shrug her shoulders and he frowned.

“I had a concussion, but let’s be honest…I got out of the situation a whole lot better than you and Negan did,” she pointed out lifting his hand up to her so she could press a kiss over the back of it. “Don’t worry about me because I’m going to be good. Because of you…because of Negan.”

“We really have to get you to your test,” the nurse interrupted them causing Joel’s eyes to dramatically roll. His jaw flexed, his dark eyes gazing over at the woman who had already stressed him out a few times today.

“It will be okay,” Y/N slightly laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss over his temple. Closing his eyes firmly, Joel leaned into her kiss and sighed. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back. I have some things that I want to talk to you about. One thing I think both you and Negan need to hear.”

“Is it bad?” Joel wondered making her bite down on her bottom lip and tip her head side to side. “Tell me before I go.”

“It’s something that should probably wait until we’re all out of here to be honest,” she released his hand to brush her fingers through his dark hair. “Get your test done and then we can talk.”

“Thank you,” the nurse started to unlock the wheels of Joel’s bed, nodding down toward Joel. “This one is grumpy.”

“You haven’t seen grumpy,” Joel scoffed in response. With his attitude, a laugh escaped Y/N’s throat and she tried to hide it by covering her mouth. Amusement flooded her knowing that Joel could get grumpy and she found his warning to be silly. He was still Joel after everything.

Watching them pull Joel away, Y/N sighed and kept her fingers still hooked with Negan’s. Turning the seat toward Negan’s bed, she watched the way that his chest weakly rose and fell. Her throat tensed when she heard the sounds of people in the hallway. Getting up from the chair, she headed over to close the door and shut the blinds to give them some privacy. Once she reached the side of his bed, she thought twice before sitting down. Moving to the side that had less wires to contend with, she very carefully lowered down on the side of the hospital bed with Negan. Resting at the edge, she cuddled her head cautiously over the center of his chest and closed her eyes.

Listening to the sound of Negan’s heart beating, she felt herself getting emotional when she thought about what they had told her. Negan died several times in surgery and the fact that he was still here was a miracle in itself. There was a big chance she could have lost Negan, hell she almost did and it terrified her. She was afraid to take her eyes off of him and not to be close to him after what she learned.

“Are you crying?” the familiar, deep, raspy voice was weak but loud enough for her to hear. Lifting her head, her eyes connected with Negan’s barely open hazel eyes. Reaching up, she tried to brush away at the tears that were over her face. “Hey,” Negan shakily lifted his good arm to stroke away at the tears himself. “Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you, you idiot,” she whispered making Negan smile and nod. “I almost lost you. Several times. Waiting while you were in surgery was the worst feeling in the world. All I could think about was all that blood. How pale you were…”

“It’s okay,” Negan hushed her when she started sobbing remembering what he looked like in the warehouse. Seeing how emotional she was getting had his eyes tearing over. Sweeping his thumb in over her jawline, she turned her head into his touch and his lips parted. “I can tell you what happened when I died. It’s kind of a funny story.”

“Oh?” she whimpered, her bottom lip tremoring when Negan took in a sharp breath.

“Yeah. I met death. I woke up in this dark place and he told me he was going to take me somewhere,” Negan began, his Adam’s apple bouncing in this throat when her eyes narrowed. Negan was talking slow and quiet, but he had her full attention. “We started walking and I kept asking questions. So many in fact that I annoyed him. He told me I talked too much. Said that he didn’t want to take me to the other side because I was too fucking annoying. But I was curious about the whole death process. Every time he sent me back, I would struggle to go back to him so I could get as much info as I could.”

“Jesus Negan,” she rolled her eyes knowing that he was making a joke when his laugh followed, but he let out a pained sound when he laughed too hard. “You almost die and you’re cracking jokes.”

“It’s a believable story,” Negan suggested watching her shake her head. Resting against his chest again cautiously, she was happy to see that he was still capable of being that smart ass she grew to love. With her close, he found himself stroking his fingertips over the back of her neck. Cuddling his chin in over the top of her head, he cherished the warmth of having her near. “Actually…I don’t know if it was my conscience trying to comfort me, but all I saw was you. Your smile. Your eyes. And I was content. Whether you were my happiness in death or you were the thing that brough me back, all I saw was you.”

Lifting her head showed that what he had said caused her tears to return. Sliding in closer to him, she palmed in over the side of his face. Leaning down to meet his lips in a faint, gentle kiss she knew that what he had just said touched her heart in ways that no one else could. The taste of their tears lingered over their lips while she kissed him. Soft sweeps of her fingertips over the side of his face made his lips part. Pressing her forehead to his, she continued to tease her fingers through his short beard. Awe flooded her veins with the way he cuddled in closer to her.  

“I’m so sorry Negan,” she could see that he was confused what she was apologizing for. Stroking her fingers over the back of his neck, she nuzzled her nose in against his and frowned. “I was so blind to everything. There was a small amount of time where I actually believed Simon and it was so wrong of me. I love you. I love you so fucking much and I don’t know why I would have believed him.”

“You were scared,” Negan hushed her, stroking his fingers down over the side of her neck. “I get it.”

“Nothing scared me more than almost losing you,” she responded letting out a whimpering breath when she pulled back enough to look him over. Hooking her fingers with his, she bit at her bottom lip and felt her chest tightening. “There is no me without you.”

“You had Joel,” Negan reminded her and she shook her head, bringing his hand up to press a kiss over the back of it. “You would have been alright.”

“No, I wouldn’t have,” she claimed, holding his hand close to her cheek. “I’ve been thinking about things. I love you both. I do. I can’t hide that. But there is one thing you have over Joel.”

Staying silent, Negan’s eyes searched hers while she cried harder and it broke his heart to see, “You loved me throughout everything. Whether I was with Joel. Or I was with you. If I was crazy. If I was normal. If I was being hunted. If I almost died. You were always there. Loving me. It didn’t take something monumental for you to know that you loved me. You always loved me. Your love is the purest form of love I’ve ever felt in my whole life Negan. You took care of me and were there for me when no one else was. I love Joel. But he doesn’t make me whole. You do.”

With his bottom lip tremoring, he lifted up to the best of his ability to meet her lips in a lingering kiss. Pulling back slightly, the warmth of his breath lingered over hers while he tremored, “But now you can be with him. Your father is out of the picture, you can be with Joel and his family.”

Sweeping her thumb over his bottom lip, she hushed him and brought him to her in another kiss. Over and over again, he kissed her until the sound of a knock on the door was heard making them look to see that someone was standing at the entrance after they opened the door.

“Hey there,” a boastful voice began when they noticed the face of the man they had seen on the news many of times over the last couple of months. “I’m sorry for interrupting something special there. I’m Ezekiel Sutton. They just let me into the back for the first time and I wanted to come thank you. I already spoke to Ms. Blake and Bill, but not you…”

“Thank me? For what?” Negan repeated, his eyes narrowing looking between both Y/N and Ezekiel. 

“Aren’t you Joel Miller, the hero?” Ezekiel questioned making Negan snort when he lazily tipped his head back to look at Y/N who shrugged.

“No, I’m Negan Smith the zero,” Negan responded with a chuckle after Y/N poked him in the side.

“Joel is presently getting some tests done, but he’ll be back soon,” Y/N explained knowing that she would rather have some alone time with Negan, but she understood why Ezekiel was eager to thank Joel and Negan.

“Hey now. You’re not a zero,” Ezekiel stepped forward making Negan’s eyes return to him. “You took a bullet for someone you cared about. I heard the story. You’re their savior. And without you, none of this would have happened. I would still be prime suspect for this whole thing.”

“I’ll accept that. Joel can be the hero, I’ll be the savior,” Negan faintly whispered with a smirk seeing Ezekiel pat him on the thigh before stepping back. “Thanks for doing your best to try to make me feel better. I get it that Bill and Joel were the main heroes…wait…Bill is alive?”

“Oh,” Ezekiel closed his hands together, his features getting tense. “I guess the two of you have a lot to still talk about? They said one of you was still unsure of things. I’ll come back later when you’ve had some time to yourself to learn everything that happened.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Y/N waved when Ezekiel back stepped out of the room leaving the two of them alone in the hospital room.

“What happened after I passed out?” Negan wondered, his eyebrows arching in curiosity seeing her take in a sharp breath.

“Well,” she paused thinking about the timeline of events. “To sum things up. After you passed out, Joel shot Simon in the stomach and tried carrying you out. Someone shot him in the shoulder and you both fell. Simon was still alive and someone shot him in the head. It was my dad that did it,” she informed Negan seeing his face twist with confusion. “My father said that he thought Simon was acting strangely and he helped Joel pick you up. I let curiosity get the best of me and I used the combination that was my father’s to open that safe. And it was my dad the whole time that was running this thing. When he knew I figured it out, he shot Joel in the leg. Near his thigh area. And you both were on the ground bleeding out…”

Hearing that it was her father made a frown flood over Negan’s features and he squeezed his fingers tightly with hers, “My dad tried to persuade me with money. When I said no, he tried to persuade Joel. And Joel shot him. He’s still alive, but he’s in jail because Bill was still alive. He was wearing a bullet proof vest. The pain from it just made him pass out. He has a nasty bruise to show for it. The cameras picked up everything and it was streamed to the media when my dad confessed everything. I guess killing me was a sure shot that he was going to win because people would have sympathy for him. No negative press would come from him kicking me out of the family.” 

“I’m so sorry,” Negan breathed out slowly, shaking his head when he thought about everything. “It makes sense at the end of the day but I hate it.”

“Me too, I can’t say I’m surprised it’s him though. I thought it would hurt more, but I think I know he’s this kind of person and I’m just numb to the pain,” she whispered feeling her chest aching at the idea that her own father wanted her dead. “He told me that he paid my mother off to disappear. You’re the only person that has never left me.”

“And I never will if I have the choice,” Negan swept his thumb in over her bottom lip urging her to lean down close to him again. Passionately he kissed her, his fingertips caressing over the side of her face when the sound of the door opening was heard again. “Jesus Christ. The world doesn’t want me to kiss you.”

“Hey! You’re awake!” Frank boasted making Negan chuckle against Y/N’s lips when they parted. Behind Frank was Bill who was following him in. Y/N got up from the bed eliciting an upset sound to fall from Negan’s throat. “After everything we heard, we’re glad to see you!”

“I’m dying inside right now,” Negan groaned out, his eyes following Y/N’s movements. Frank moved beside Negan’s bed to sit on the edge of it when Bill stepped to the bottom of the bed. “So you had a bulletproof vest, huh? That would have been useful.”

“I only had one,” Bill grunted under his breath causing Negan’s thick eyebrows to bounce up and he rest his head further back into the pillows. “I didn’t think it would get to you two needing one. I’m sorry I didn’t prepare better.”

“It’s alright,” Negan closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. There was a dryness in his throat and he looked to the table beside his bed noticing the water that was there. Going to reach for it, he let out a pained noise that made Y/N step closer to the bed. Moving around the bed, Bill grabbed the water for him and handed it to Y/N who helped him sit up enough to get a drink. “I just fucking hurt and can’t feel my left leg, but I survived. Fucking…kinda.”

“You can’t feel your left leg?” Y/N blurt out surprised to hear that from him and he nodded his head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I can’t feel my left leg,” Negan stated simply lifting his head up slightly to see that Frank was poking at his leg. A grumble fell from Negan’s throat making Frank’s eyes lift and an innocent smile spread out over his features. “No, I couldn’t feel you doing that.”

“What about this?” Frank continued to poke at certain places over Negan’s left leg until Bill’s fingers loosely wrapped around Frank’s wrist to stop him. Lifting his stare, Frank frowned and looked to Negan whose right eyebrow was arched. “That was inappropriate. I’m sorry.”

“Did you tell the doctor?” Y/N wondered making Negan shrug his shoulders before letting out a tiny yelp when Frank started poking at his right leg.

“I felt that one,” Negan alerted Frank who threw his hands up in the air, standing up from the bed. “I told you, it’s just the left.”

“I just wanted to make sure,” Frank bit down on his bottom lip noticing the glare that Bill was giving him. Heading over toward the corner, he took a seat at the chair that was there letting out a sigh. “It’s just the left.”

“Just the left,” Negan repeated noticing the worry that was in Y/N’s eyes when she gazed him over. “Y/N, it’s just a leg. I’ll tell the doctor when he’s here next, but I’m sure I’m fucking fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m going to worry about you,” she declared hooking her fingers with Negan’s. If Negan couldn’t feel his left leg, it made her worry. Considering that Negan was shot in the back made things even more worrisome for her. “You not being able to feel your leg is a big deal Negan.”

“I’ve been in bet, it could be a pinched nerve,” Negan reasoned with her, the lines in his forehead growing when he tipped his head back to stare up at her. “Don’t worry about me.”

“But you could also be paralyzed in your leg from being shot,” Frank threw in the idea that was worrying Y/N. “Can you move your leg?”

“I think so?” Negan looked down at the blanket that was over his legs and he was able to slide his leg up partially but it took a whole hell of a lot out of him. “I don’t think I should be moving much because of my back.”

“I think you’re right,” she agreed with him noticing that his cheeks had flushed over with red.

“Maybe you should get some rest? We were just heading out, we just wanted to check on all of you before we did. I need to sleep. All of the interactions with all of these people have been overwhelming,” Bill announced hearing the sound of wheels turning and they saw Joel returning from his tests. “Hey, there’s the big guy.”

“Hey,” Joel’s overwhelmed expression lightened seeing both Bill and Frank. “Are you leaving?”

“We are. I’ll be back tomorrow to talk to Y/N about the job and everything else,” Bill placed his hand in over the center of his chest making a confused look flood Joel’s features. “You didn’t tell them?”

“Neither of them have been awake long enough to know anything,” Y/N explained with a long sigh bringing both Joel and Negan’s attention to her while the nurse got Joel’s bed resituated. “I was working with the FBI on things with my father earlier. Bill and I were the two talking through things. They excused both of you for the things that happened because catching my father meant a lot of their cases could finally have endings. Since I’m in control of my father’s estate now, everything belongs to me. I gave them free range to look for whatever they wanted. Now, I just hired on Bill to work for me. That way things get done right.”

“Makes sense,” Joel grumbled under his breath noticing the way that Bill and Y/N hugged when Bill and Frank were preparing to leave. “I didn’t think you worked for anyone Bill?”

“I can make exceptions for people that I like,” Bill pulled back, to look over Y/N and he squeezed his fingers in over her shoulder. Frank gave everyone a hug before joining Bill at the door to the hospital room. “We’re glad you’re all alive. You’re family now.”

“Thank you, Bill,” Y/N gave them a nod knowing that they would have been nowhere if it wasn’t for Bill. “I’m still here because the two of you. If you weren’t here, none of this would have ever happened. I love the both of you.”

“We feel the same,” Frank gave her a wink, urging Bill to follow him out into the hallway leaving the three of them alone finally in the hospital room after Y/N closed the door behind them.

“Are you going to be in trouble for the things that your father did?” Joel finally spoke up letting curiosity get the best of him.

“They were done by him. I’m just going to help the FBI with what they need to know,” she looked between the both of them and sighed. “It means the houses, the money, the cars, the businesses…they’re all mine now. And I intend to sell most of them. I don’t want the memory of my father to always linger. This tragedy. It’s something I want to forget. I just want to be left alone and live my own life. I want to help people. In ways that my father never did.”

“I’m proud of you,” Negan spoke up, his fingers closing tightly around hers. Lifting her hand, he deposited a kiss over the back of her hand. There was a look of awe in her eyes while she looked him over and he could see that she was getting emotional. “You’re nothing like him.”

“There uh…there is something I need to tell the both of you,” she announced, her left hand sliding down in over her abdomen. “They were running some tests and…”

“You might want to hold off on whatever you are going to tell them because I have to take Negan to get a few tests done,” the nurse interrupted and she noticed the glare that she got from all three of them. “You all have that dirty look down well.”

“Fine,” Y/N sighed, her throat tightening up when she shook her head slowly. “Negan isn’t able to feel anything in his left leg. Whoever you have to talk to about that, please do.”

“Y/N,” Negan grumbled when the nurse started unlocking the wheels of his bed. “Are you okay? I’m going to be panicking until I know.”

“I’m fine Negan. It’s no big deal,” she whispered in an assuring tone giving his hand one final squeeze before the nurse left the room with him. Once they were alone, Y/N turned on her heel and sighed loudly. Heading to close the door, she could see that Joel’s dark eyes were watching her every move closely. “I want to talk to you about something.”

“The thing you were just trying to tell us?” Joel inquired, his head tipping back when she sat on the edge of his bed.

“Not that, that’s something you both need to hear,” she hushed him stroking her fingers through his messy hair. The motion drew Joel’s eyes to close and he hummed with the way that she was making him comfortable. “Joel, I know this is very bad timing and you might hate me forever for this but you deserve to know. You needed to know back then really and this is something that I have been afraid to tell you…”

Joel’s eyes fluttered to an open, his dark eyes focusing on her and his hand grabbing loosely to hers in a supportive fashion. A shuddering exhale fell from her throat, her eyes burning over when she tried to gather the strength to tell Joel, “Around your birthday, I found out I was pregnant. I promise you I was doing everything I was supposed to. I was taking my birth control. I didn’t miss any doses, it just happened and…”

Instead of interrupting her or speaking, Joel waited in the moments that she had to take her breaths to get herself gathered. His fingers tightened around hers, his eyes tearing over while she finally confessed to him the thing he heard her telling Negan at Bill’s home, “I was just so scared to tell you Joel because you got so mad at me anytime I told you that I loved you. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was trying to figure it out. How do you tell a man who gets angry at you for saying you love them that you are pregnant with his baby? So I decided not to tell you. If you thought me saying I loved you was too fast, then I knew you would think the baby was too much. And I worried about your job, my father, if the media found out…” she took in a sharp breath feeling Joel’s fingers sliding in over the side of her face caressing over her jawline. Seeing that he was crying too made her let out a whimpering breath. “I wanted to tell you. I was going to tell you but I started getting bad cramps and then I started spotting. I never had the chance to tell you because I had a miscarriage. I was so scared about everything, Poppy let me use her name to hide everything from my dad and…I’m so sorry. I should have told you. I should have told you the moment I learned out about it and I didn’t…”

“Please don’t apologize,” Joel whispered, his lips parting as he let out at tremoring exhale trying to keep his emotions together himself knowing that she was breaking down before him. This was something that she had kept to herself for so long and it made him feel so guilty. “I’m not mad at you. If anything, I’m mad at myself. I’m so sorry that you didn’t feel like you could come to me. That’s my fault. Not yours.”

Allowing Joel to pull her in against his chest, Joel held her tightly to him wincing through the pain it caused his shoulder and his arm because in this moment she was more important. Kissing at her forehead, Joel stroked his fingers over her hair and let out a pained sound, “I’m so sorry. You should have never had to face that alone. You never did anything wrong…”

“I should have told you,” she pulled back enough for him to caress away the tears that were over her face. Shaking his head, his nose nuzzled in against hers while his rough fingertips traced over her flesh. “You had every right to know, but I was so scared…”

“The way I treated you was so wrong,” Joel confessed rubbing his cheek in against hers in a moment of affection. “I’m so sorry I let things get the way they did. You were the best thing that happened to me since Sarah. I was so blind to that. Please know that. I was the one that was wrong Y/N. Not you. It was me. I started this relationship out of the idea of something that should have never been. I just never expected that I was going to fall in love with you. Because I did. It was hard not to. You make my life so much better. You’re the missing piece of my puzzle that makes me whole.”

Hearing that made her tip her head back to look him over. Lifting up enough, Joel brought their lips together to kiss her in hopes of taking away her pain. Pulling back made him let out a surprised sound when she looked away from him. Trying to urge her to look back at him, he watched her getting up from the bed to head over to her bag that she had with her. After digging around for something, she returned to the bed with a piece of paper that she handed over to him.

“What is this?” Joel tipped his head to the side, letting out a surprised sound when he saw that it was a check written out to him. “Y/N? What is this?”

“This is all the money that my father screwed you out of. Maybe more, but I want you to be able to start over. I want to make things right,” she explained noticing the color draining from Joel’s face realizing what she was doing. “Now that I’m in control of everything, I think it’s the right thing to do.”

“This is too much. I can’t take this…” Joel went to hand the check back over to her and he saw the way she shook her head. Her eyes were red and she was still crying. They both were, but he felt his body tensing up and he didn’t know how to respond. “I don’t deserve this. Not after what I did.”

“Yes, you do,” she forced him to keep the check, his eyebrows furrowing while he stared out at her with surprise. “After everything you and Sarah went through…after everything you did to keep me safe, I don’t think this is enough.”

“You being alive is more than enough for me,” Joel set the check down in his lap, his fingers tracing over the side of her face in attempts to get her closer to him. Lifting up from the bed, his lips hovered over hers and he watched the way her eyes came to a tight close. Finally bringing their lips together, he kissed her passionately with everything that he could muster up. Moving back just enough to talk to her, he made her shiver with the way his lips were still teasing at hers, “I don’t need this check.”

“I’ll be offended if you don’t take it,” she countered making him grumble under his breath but it made her smile. “Add more to your business. Pamper your daughter. Pamper yourself. Do whatever you need to do. Just live happy Joel. My family held your family down long enough and you deserve the happiness that was stolen from you when you were younger. You really do.”

“I have that happiness,” Joel alerted her, his thumb sweeping over her bottom lip while his chocolate eyes connected with hers. “Sarah makes me happy. You make me happy. I don’t need the money to make me happy.”

“The money helps,” she hushed him, resting her forehead against his while she cherished the warmth of him before her. Closing her eyes, she knew that not long ago this was everything she would have loved to hear and more. “I love you, Joel Miller.”

“I love you,” he repeated, pulling her in closer to him so she could rest her head against his good shoulder. Stroking his fingers over the back of her neck, he cuddled his head in closer to hers and sighed. “With that baby, we can try again. We can make it right…”

“Joel,” she breathed out, lifting her head to see the seriousness in his expression. “What about Sarah? Your family? I thought with my father, your family would never be safe.”

“Your father is going to be behind bars and honestly? I’ll take care of both you and Sarah,” Joel offered, his dark eyes searching hers knowing that they were both so emotional right now as it was. “I know I’m capable now and I know that loving you is more important than that constant fear of what if. Our baby deserved to have a life in this world and it’s not fair that it didn’t. It won’t be the same but we can bring another life into this world. Balance things. Make it right…”

“And what if it’s Negan’s baby?” she muttered, her eyes lifting to stare out at Joel making his breathing get louder. Swallowing down hard, she noticed the expression in Joel’s eyes change when she sat up on the bed and he looked down.

“Are you…?” Joel breathed out, his eyebrows furrowing and he let out a shocked breath when she nodded. Parting his lips, he wanted to say something but instead he moved forward on the bed reaching out to her to bring her to him so he could eagerly kiss her repeatedly.

“Joel,” she placed her hand in over the center of his chest, her face twisting with confusion. “I don’t know who the father is. And it’s not time to celebrate because the same thing could happen…I don’t want to celebrate ahead of time…”

“I don’t care. I don’t care if it belongs to Negan because…” Joel thought about what he was saying and he grabbed her hands tightly in his. “Because we’re a trio. That’s what we said then and that’s how I feel now. I’m okay with sharing daddy duties with Negan. I think he would feel the same way.”

“Did I hear my name?” Negan’s raspy tone surrounded them making her look back over her shoulder noticing that they were wheeling Negan back into the room. Seeing that they were both emotional, Negan let out a worried sound. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk,” she announced standing up from the bed to only let out a loud exhale when a knock on the door was heard.

“Knock-knock,” a southern drawl surrounded them and it was a voice she really couldn’t place. Gazing back over her shoulder, the steel blue eyes weren’t familiar either and it made her turn on her heel. “I don’t mean to interrupt you, but I have some people that would love to see you, Joel.”

“Daddy,” a voice boasted when the stranger stepped aside allowing a young girl to run into the hospital room. Feeling her throat go dry, Y/N watched the way that Joel threw his arms up and the girl desperately crawled into his arms to hug him. Burying his head against the side of the young girl’s neck, Joel cried along with who Y/N was able to gather was Sarah while they held onto each other. Tommy followed into the hospital room behind her and Y/N felt uncomfortable knowing that Joel’s family was there. Sarah’s cries were heard with her head buried against the center of Joel’s chest.

The stranger moved around her and stepped in beside Negan’s bed. There was tension between the two of them when he dragged his fingers across the edge of Negan’s bed, “What did you get yourself into now Negan?”

“Trouble, as always,” Negan grumbled lifting his hand toward who she gathered was Rick Grimes. “Thanks for taking care of them Prick. We’re even now.”

“Eh, I don’t know, I’ll think about it,” Rick’s face scrunched up, his head tipping from side to side. “You may have saved my daughter’s life, but I did watch that family for over a month. They pretty much became our family too.”

“Was Michonne mad?” Negan inquired with his nose wrinkling.

“At first, but then she understood. Judith and Sarah immediately bonded and connected,” Rick recalled what had taken place in the time that he had protected Joel’s family. “I don’t think anyone was ready to say goodbye when I brought them here to the hospital. We all kind of connected I suppose.”

“Rick?” Joel’s voice called out pulling Rick’s attention away from Negan. With a nod, Rick confirmed that it was him and Joel gave him a nod when he held onto Sarah for dear life. “Thank you. I don’t know how I can repay you.”

“It’s no problem. My family loved having these two around. I’m sure they will be eager to have you guys back sometime soon. And you can come too,” Rick suggested with a wink, his big, blue eyes returning to Negan. “Maybe it’s time to take a break after this? Relax for a while?”

“I think I’m going to have to whether I want to or not,” Negan confessed shaking Rick’s hand once more. “You take care of that family Prick. Take care of yourself.”

With a final nod, Rick finally turned his attention to Y/N who felt incredibly out of place, “I’m glad this guy was able to do a good thing in his life and keep you safe. We were all really worried for some time there.”

“Thank you,” she felt her face hot when Rick shook her hand and headed for the door. With one final tip of his head, Rick left them alone in the hospital room and things felt overwhelmingly different now.

Watching from where she was standing, Y/N felt her heart skip a few beats seeing Joel urge Sarah to look at him. Whispering softly to her, Joel smiled and peppered kisses over Sarah’s face while cupping her face in his hands. It made Y/N look down and she swallowed hard. Suddenly she felt out of place and didn’t want to interrupt them so she moved over to the seat that she had been in originally pulling it in closer to Negan’s bed. With a small exhale, she felt Negan’s hand stretching out to place over her shoulder and she reached back to place her hand over his.

“I missed you so much. When I heard the news, I didn’t know if you were okay or not. There were all these reporters trying to talk to Uncle Tommy and I when we got here,” Sarah explained to Joel speaking so quickly while he nodded his head trying to keep up with her. “I just got so worried about you. We’ve never been apart this long.”

“And we never will be again baby,” Joel promised, leaning in to press a kiss over Sarah’s forehead. Pulling her into a hug again, Joel stroked his fingers over the back of her neck and his dark eyes connected with Tommy’s giving his younger brother a big smile. “Hey little brother. You doing okay?”

“Better than you,” Tommy’s thick southern accent rumbled when he reached down to press his fingers in over Joel’s good shoulder. “I know you wanted to make a name for yourself big brother, but you didn’t have to go and get shot to do it.”

“Oh ha-ha,” Joel rolled his eyes, his nose wrinkling in amusement when Tommy’s gaze shifted to Y/N. “Y/N? This is Tommy. Tommy, this is Y/N.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Tommy stepped in her direction, outstretching his hand toward hers. Standing up, she accepted Tommy’s handshake and she felt embarrassed of how she was meeting Joel’s family for the first time. Tommy’s dark eyes looked her over and he held his arms up. “How about a hug? I feel like we’re all family in some sort of way after everything?”

“Are you sure?” she muttered only to be pulled into a big bear hug from Tommy making her let out a surprised sound but she allowed the affection from the stranger that she felt like she personally already knew from Joel’s stories about him. “I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“All horrible things just so you know,” Joel piped in and Tommy rolled his eyes when he stepped back. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tommy looked to Joel and nodded his head toward Y/N. “Sarah baby? You know the woman I told you about that night? This is her. This is Y/N.”

Looking in the direction that Joel was nodding his head, Sarah got up from the bed and moved across the hospital room to wrap her arms around Y/N’s mid-section to immediately hug her. Not sure how to respond, Y/N looked to Joel for confirmation that it was okay to hug her. When he gave it to her, she wrapped her arms around Sarah and felt the room spinning around her. For so long she dreamt of what it would be like to meet Joel’s family and here she was finally doing it.

Something caught Sarah’s eye when she reached for Y/N’s wrist and pulled back to look over that Y/N was wearing the bracelet that Joel had given her, “You’re wearing the bracelet that I made you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Y/N offered a weak smile seeing that Sarah was in awe seeing that. “I haven’t taken it off since your dad gave it to me on the night of my birthday. It was probably my good luck charm to be honest with you. So thank you.”

“I think that was my dad,” Sarah noted making Joel groan on the other side of the room. “But I’ll take credit with the bracelet. I knew my dad really liked you so we wanted to give you something special on your birthday. And I’m glad he saved you because I think he might love you.”

“Smooth kiddo,” Joel huffed from where he was on his bed watching Sarah shrug her shoulders. Noticing the way that Negan’s head was hanging down, Joel cleared his throat and pointed in the direction of Negan. “There is someone else I want you both to meet. That man right there saved my life. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here right now. Negan took a bullet for me.”

“I’ve heard a significant amount about you too in passing,” Tommy commented making Negan smirk when he approached the bed. “Not always the best things at first, but after this whole trip and event, it got better. Thank you for saving my brother’s life and taking care of him.”

“He did a pretty good job taking care of himself,” Negan accepted Tommy’s handshake and sighed. Negan’s hazel eyes looked to Sarah who was standing beside Y/N eyeing him over curiously. “Your dad is a hero you know?”

“He was always my hero,” Sarah replied, stealing a look back at Joel before rushing forward to give Negan a hug. It surprised Negan at first, but he loosely wrapped his arm around Sarah to return the gesture. “Rick told us that you were the reason he was taking care of us. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Negan gave her a wink when she stepped back and away from him to run back to Joel who eagerly accepted her back into his arms. Joel, Tommy and Sarah were having a moment together and Negan could see the discomfort in Y/N’s eyes. Outstretching his fingers, he skimmed them over Y/N’s and she turned to face his bed. “You doing okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him with a wink, her fingers hooking loosely with his. “It’s just not how I thought things would be.”

“Life has been really different from what I expected lately,” Negan agreed with her letting out a fatigued sound knowing that he put more energy into today than he was really prepared for. “I need like a ten-day nap.”

“We’re going to go for a quick walk to the cafeteria. This one refused to eat until she saw her dad,” Tommy reached out to place his hand teasingly over Sarah’s head. “Do any of you want something? We can bring it back.”

“Coffee would be great,” Joel suggested making Sarah gag at the idea of coffee and he chuckled. “I could use it baby girl.”

“We’ll be right back,” Tommy gave them a wink and grabbed a hold of Sarah’s hand leading her out of the room and down the hallway.

“You wanna tell me what you were talking about before they came in?” Negan suggested finally interrupting the uncomfortable silence that had taken place between them after Tommy and Sarah left the room.

“Oh,” she breathed out standing between the two of their beds. Uneasily shifting her feet, her hand slid in over her abdomen making Negan’s head tip to the side. “They ran some bloodwork on me to check things before they did a few tests. And I uh…I’m…”

There was tension in the way that she was trying to explain things, but Negan just wasn’t catching on. With the way his jaw flexed and his hazel eyes narrowed, she felt her heart racing and the room spinning around her, “I’m pregnant and I don’t know whether you or Joel is the father.”

“Is the baby okay? I don’t know what happened to you while I was unconscious but you look like you got knocked around,” Negan immediately blurt out, his hazel eyes filled with worry when he attempted to push himself up into a seated position on the bed. When he couldn’t he let out an annoyed breath and reached for her. “Did they say if the baby is okay or not? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just got hit in the face and I fell, but as far as they’ve said they say the baby is fine. It’s early in the pregnancy anyways,” she rambled noticing the way that Negan looked up at her with worry in his eyes. “You aren’t upset about this?”

“Why would I be upset?” Negan breathed out, his thumb stroking over the back of her hand. “You should be sitting.”

“Negan, I’m fine,” she blew off the idea that he had something to be worried about with her being pregnant. “I just thought you would be upset that I don’t know if you or Joel is the father. I think I got pregnant between the time I slept with Joel at that first motel and then you at the next. I don’t know whether it’s you or him that is the father.”

“It doesn’t matter who the father is. All that fucking matters is that you and the baby are okay,” Negan insisted, his eyes seemingly worried when he looked to her abdomen. Outstretching his hand, he traced over her abdomen with the back of his hand making her take in a long breath of air.

“I told you,” Joel commented from where he was seated on the bed staring out at the two of them. Joel reached for her fingers and hooked them loosely with hers. “It doesn’t matter who the father is. I think I speak for both of us when I say that we don’t care. We only care about you.”

An emotional sound fell from her throat with the two of them holding onto her hands knowing that she was scared to tell the both of them what she had discovered when she had taken her blood work previously. After hiding the first baby from Joel, she knew that she didn’t want to have this one be something she kept from them.

“I was thinking…after we get out of here. How about you come over to my house and we have an official meeting the right way? We can all have dinner. Tommy and Sarah can get to know you. We can do things the right way. Like a couple should,” Joel pulled her slightly to him making her move away from Negan in that moment to look down at him. “We can get them used to the idea of being a family because that’s what you always wanted. Right?”

With Joel’s chocolate-colored eyes hooked on her, she could feel her heart racing and she swallowed down hard. Looking back at Negan, she noticed the way the coloring drained from his face and he was looking down.

“While that sounds great Joel,” she stepped back and away from Joel, her hand reaching out to hook with Negan’s surprising him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she felt her throat go dry and she reached out to brush her fingers through Negan’s hair. “I kind of promised someone that I would go on a trip with them to a secluded island for a while.”

“But…” Negan began feeling chills flooding throughout his body knowing that Joel was finally offering her the thing that she had always wanted in being with him. “You can have everything you ever wanted before this started.”

Tipping down, she whispered in Negan’s ear making him lean in closer to her so only that he could hear her, “I choose you,” she tipped back watching the way that his bottom lip tremored when she leaned down to steal a faint kiss from his lips. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, Negan cherished the warmth of her near and let out a trembling sound. “It’s always been you.”

“I love you,” Negan breathed, pressing his forehead to hers finding happiness in the fact that she made her choice between the two. Stealing a look at Joel, he could see that Joel appeared to be crushed seeing the two of them together. “Honestly? I think there is enough room on that island for both Joel and Sarah. Don’t you? That’s if Joel is interested. The three of us are a trio, remember?”

“You’re okay with that?” Y/N’s lips parted feeling like the two of them were asking her to make a choice between them in the last few hours and she thought she had made the right one after everything that happened between them.

“It’s what makes you happy. You love me and you love him. You don’t have to choose,” Negan promised, his thick eyebrows bouncing up when he looked to Joel who seemed to swallow down. “Right Joel? It’s all three of us. Together then, together now, together in the future. We make a good team.”

“As long as that’s what she wants,” Joel gave a nod, his lips parting when he saw her smirk and nod herself. “Then I’m good with that. Sharing the both of you is better than losing the both of you. I don’t think I could lose either one of you right now.”

“Plus I don’t think I’m ready to go on a trip to an island,” Negan input his thoughts on the situation, his eyes linking with Joel’s. “Dinner at Joel’s might be easier to obtain. And I understand if you don’t want to involve me with your family. It’s a weird situation.”

“No, I want to,” Joel declared, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he gave a firm nod. Adjusting on the bed, he pushed himself from the bed onto his good leg hopping over toward Negan’s bed where the other two were. “Don’t tell the nurse I just did that because she would kill me…”

“Joel,” she reached for the IV that he was attached to pulling it closer to the bed so it didn’t fall. “You’re insane.”

“We know this,” Joel agreed with her, reaching out to place his hand in over her abdomen making her let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t wanna know who the dad is. I’m fully prepared to be a co-father if you two are okay with that.”

“We have to bring this baby into the world first,” she reminded them when Negan placed his hand in beside Joel’s making her heart skip a beat. Placing her hand over the both of theirs made her take in a sharp breath.

“We accomplished this together,” Negan pointed out, forcing himself up enough to press a loving kiss over her cheek. “I think we can make this work.”

“I love you both,” she whispered, lowering her head in so she could cuddle it beside both Joel and Negan’s. After almost losing both of them she was so scared. So scared of losing the life she had learned to love and appreciate. Losing the people that meant everything to her. “So much.”

With the two of them close and comforting her, she felt like everything was right in the world. Everything was the way it was meant to be and with them by her side she wasn’t afraid to be alone in this world anymore. Because anything that came their way? They could take on. Together.

[harrietbarnesblog]

Fighting and making up

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Pairing: shikamaru x female! Reader.

Warning: smut, face sitting, fighting, mention of beating up someone, cursing.

A/n: this is not as good as i thought it would be. If there are some mistakes please forgive me. Hope you guys like it.

Fight, kiss or sometimes it will lead to sex and making up. This love was important to you. You could let him completely go if you wanted but you can't. You don't want to lose him. He is all you have.

“Oh my god. Would you stop pacing back and forth? It's annoying.” shikamaru said.

“Everything I do annoys you, doesn't it?”

“Yes."

"Then why are you still here?"

"Oh God, this is such a drag."

"Everything is a drag to you. Why did you punch him?"

"Cause he kept looking at you the way i look at you." He said. Butterflies erupted in your stomach. "no one but me gets to do that."

"You could've just told him not to do so. There was no need to punch him."

"There was."

"You can't keep on beating up people just cause they look at me, shikamaru. One or two times is okay. But this is the 9th time this month. I can't do this anymore. Get out of my house."

"Are you sure you want me to leave, darling?" He spoke softly.

You stared into his eyes. You weren't sure. You didn't want him to go.

"Fine, I'll leave." He said, as you gave no answer. He reached for the handle. But you Stopped him.

"Fuckkkkk." You cursed out in frustration.

You pulled him by his vest and kissed him. His tongue traced your lips and invaded inside your mouth. Your tongue and his wrestled against each other. You both walked backwards towards the couch. His hands moved over your hips to your butt and made its way down to your thigh. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his hips.

You pulled away gasping for air. Breathing heavily, he sat down on the couch with you sitting on top of him. His hand placement changed to your hips. You could feel his hardness underneath. You started to move in a circular moment. He removed his vest and threw it on the floor.

He reached for his pouch and took a kunai knife out of it. He lifted up your shirt with it. Shikamaru slowly traced your stomach making sure it doesn't pierce you. With one swift move he cut your shirt. You removed it and threw it away. You unclasped your bra and let it fall. Shikamaru placed the kunai knife down.

His mouth went straight for the nipples. One in his mouth while he rolled the other with his fingers. You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled in pleasure. You moaned. He let go of your lips and looked up at you.

"We should take this to the bedroom." He said. He got up still carrying you. He placed you on the bed. You both got undressed. He climbed onto the bed.

"Sit on my face." He commanded.

"What?"

"I don't like repeating myself, darling."

He laid down. And waited for you. You hesitated a bit but went for it. You made sure not to put too much pressure and sit. His tongue travelled between your folds. You grabbed onto the headboard. Your knees went weak. His hands digged through your thigh pulling you down.

"Darling, I asked you to sit and not hover over my face." He said. You sat down.

His tongue invaded inside you. He flicked it up and down and moved his tongue in and out. He assaulted your pussy and you loved it.

"Shika" you cried out.

He twirled his tongue inside you.

"Holy shit. Goddddd." You screamed out as you climaxed. You were breathing heavily and sweating. You got off him. His face glistened with your cum. He was grinning like a devil.

"I always wanted to do that." He said. He licked his lips and devoured how you tasted.

"I love you, shikamaru." You said.

"I love you too." He said. He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped his face.

He called you to come closer. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I don't want us to fight ever again." You said.

"Okay, darling."

He laid down. You snuggled close to him. You placed your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat. It was soothing. Shikamaru ran his hand through your hair. You fell asleep peacefully.

[sushigirlali]

Art Class (Reylo Drabble)

Summary: Rey’s art class heats up when her work rival shows up as the nude model.

Pairing: Rey/Ben

Rating: M

Continuity: Modern AU

A/N: A silly little drabble based on a prompt from Moem on Bluesky 🙂 Check out my new multi-chapter fic No Body, No Crime, where Assassin!Rey is tasked with taking out Senator!Ben and the mission does not go as planned (in a sexy way 😏)

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Art Class

By: sushigirlali

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Couldn’t she have one sacred place all her own?! Rey was fuming, her fingers clenching so tight they threatened to snap her brand new paintbrush.

Ben Solo, her office nemesis, her one great weakness, smirked at her from the dais, keeping her stare as he slowly dropped the cloth covering his crotch.

She knew this was a test, but who would break first? Definitely not her. She was NOT going to look, to satiate her curiosity, to finally get a good look at what lie beneath those expensive, tailored—

“Fuck!”

The whole room turned to look at her, but Rey didn’t think, she simply reacted. She ran.

“Hey, Rey! Wait up!”

She glanced behind her and almost stumbled as a very nude Ben Solo chased after her. His legs were much longer than hers, so it wouldn’t take much for him to catch up.

“Go away!” she shouted, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and… something else.

“Will you just stop for a minute?” Then, softer, “Please.”

He sounded frustrated, but so was she. Quickly running out of hallway, Rey veered to the right. If she could just make it to the side door that led to the parking lot…

“Shit!” She gasped as strong arms suddenly snagged her from behind.

“Now will you listen?” Ben said drolly, holding her struggling form tightly.

She could feel every inch of his chiseled body pressed against her back and butt and thighs and the instant rush of arousal she experienced only made her angrier.

“I’m going to kill you,” she growled. 

“Look, I didn’t think you’d react that way, I didn’t mean to—to embarrass you or anything.”

“I find that hard to believe,” she said bitterly. “You’re always trying to fuck with me.”

He suddenly let her slide down to the floor and turned her in his arms. “Hey!” She grumbled up at him.

“Rey,” he said evenly, “isn’t that kind of our thing, though?”

“What do you mean?” 

His dick was hard against her stomach and, despite her awkward response to his state of undress, she itched to look at it again. Maybe sketch it, maybe touch—

“Ben!” she gasped when he backed her into the door she had been trying to escape through, hands on either side of her head.

“Fuck!” He dropped his forehead onto her shoulder, his breath coming in quick, sharp pants. “The things you do to me, woman.”

His tone was giving her impossible ideas, but they couldn’t be true. Right?

“Ben, why are you here?”

“I wanted—I don't know. Maybe to shock you? Impress you?” He lifted his head, his soulful brown eyes staring straight into hers. He wasn’t smirking now. “Get your attention?”

“You wanted me to… see you naked?” He was saying something else, too, but she was having a hard time believing it.

“Vulnerable,” he corrected. His cheek dimpled as he chuckled. “It seems stupid now, but I had no idea you’d react like that. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She was feeling vulnerable herself. 

Rey had never seen a man without clothes on in person before, and the fact that it was Ben? She blew out a harsh breath. No, she wasn’t ready to admit to anything, least of all that she maybe kinda possibly had a thing for her rival.

“Am I?” He seemed amused. Ben slowly pushed away from the door and she unconsciously arched toward his retreating body heat. “Interesting,” he remarked, letting his hands hang at his sides.

“What is?” Rey barely recognized her own voice, it was so husky.

He backed up another step and Rey’s eyes instantly went to his cock. It was long and thick and rising before her eyes and—

“Ohmigod!” Rey said in a rush. “You have an erection!”

“Glad you noticed,” he said wryly.

“Ben, we’re in class!” 

“At an art studio, for adults,” he laughed. “Don’t be so scandalized. Nobody here works at our office and I won’t tell anyone.”

“You won’t?” This whole incident seemed like the perfect piece of gossip for Ben to hold over her head. The shrinking virgin runs away from a massive dick.

“Rey,” he said, prying her attention off his genitals and to his face. “Want to get dinner?”

“What?”

“Would you like to go to dinner? With me?” He rushed on when she didn't respond. “I promise I’ll put pants on.”

“I don’t understand.” Well, she did, but he couldn’t possibly be asking her on a date while standing buck naked in a public hallway. This must all be a big misunderstanding. “I’m not mad, not anymore at least, so you don’t have to… why are you laughing?”

Ben moved forward again, crowding her against the door. “Rey, I like you. A lot.”

“I—uh. What?”

“Honestly, more than like, but let’s start with dinner and see where it goes.” 

“But you’ve always hated me?”

“No.”

“No?” 

“No, Rey,” he said quietly. “Quite the opposite.” And with the way his arousal was poking her, she believed him. 

“Oh. Oh!” Rey finally understood his actions, and hers. She hesitantly raised her hands and placed them on his chest. His muscles jumped under her touch, his smooth skin prickled. “Can you, um…”

“Sorry,” he said gruffly and attempted to pull away. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—oomph!”

His mouth softened under hers almost immediately and he wrapped her up tight again. “Bend your knees,” she whispered. “It’ll be easier to… yeah.”

They kissed heatedly, something Rey hadn’t done much of, but it was natural with Ben. After a few frantic moments, they pulled back to breathe.

“I… more than like you too,” she admitted. “A lot.”

“Thank fuck.” He hugged her close, then grabbed her hand. “Let’s find my clothes and get that dinner.”

“I mean, I suppose you do owe me for ruining class,” she teased. She was smiling so wide her face hurt.

“I thought bold statements were supposed to be romantic,” he chuckled.

“Lucky for you,” she said, pulling her hand away, looking pointedly at his cock, and then sticking her tongue out, “I’m easily impressed.” Then she took off running back down the hallway.

“How dare you!” he said with fake outrage, chasing after her once again. 

Rey giggled all the way back to the classroom, eager to leave and start their date. Now that she was over her initial shock, it really was a shame to cover Ben up, though.

Oh, well, she grinned, maybe he’d give her a private art lesson after dinner. 

“Hey, Rey! Wait up!” 

Oh, yeah. He definitely would.

-FIN-

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A/N: I don’t think she’s gonna be a virgin much longer lmao

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

i live for your blog pretty lady, literally makes me horny everywhere at anytime and oh my fucking god can you imagine being really close friends with eddie, talking about anything without feeling uncomfortable, to the point where one time, he is at your place, laying in your bed and casually asks you how you usually pleasure yourself, and you tell him that yes, your own hands do the job, but you found out that humping your pillow feels really fucking good, and he just can’t imagine it so, you show him, thighs on each side of your pillow, starting to move back and forth as usual, right in front of this man, the sight of him and his red cheeks and his praises makes you weak to the point where you completely throw your panties at him and lift up your shirt so he could see your tits bouncing with every movement of your body, you cum so hard you completely make a mess on your pillowcase and he DIES once he sees the big fucking wet patch on it, i’m deceased <3

THIS IS HOT AS FUCK OMFGGGGGG

i can definitely see you guys having that kind of relationship. you’re just so comfortable with each other, that you share everything—even gross & personal things. maybe on this particular night, you guys are a little buzzed from drinking, and the guard in each of you comes down. lips get looser, thoughts come out of the mouth with little to no processing, and you’re absolutely willing to tell him anything he asks you. which is exactly what ends up happening, when he just casually asks: “so, how do you get yourself off?”

it takes you by surprise, because of all the things he could have asked, that was the last thing you expected. you pause with a can of beer to your lips, eyes wide as you look at him. “wait, what? did you just ask me how i…get myself off?”

“yeah,” eddie says, biting his lip as he glances you up & down. “i know it has to happen here, in this very bed, right? i’ve always been curious about how girls touch themselves, and…well, i thought you might make a nice, safe candidate.”

“you’ve never seen a girl playing with herself?” you ask, raising a brow with skepticism.

“only in porn,” he says with a shrug, lying back on the bed as he looks at you. “but we all know that shit is fake; i wanna see how it really works.”

“i just use my fingers most of the time,” you reply. “rubbing the clit, fingering myself, just like they do in those movies. but there is one thing that gets me off a lot harder than that, i guess…”

“what is it?” he asks curiously, turning on his side and propping his head on his arm.

“it’s…it might sound a little strange,” you say with a chuckle. “i lie on my side with a pillow between my legs, and grind against it. it feels really fucking good, believe it or not.”

he’s intrigued, smirking as he grabs one of your pillows and pushes it toward you. “show me.”

“what?”

“show me, y/n. i wanna see how that works, exactly.”

you’re not sure if it’s the booze or the fact that you actually want him to see how doing it, but you don’t hesitate. you’re still fully clothed, lying on your side to face him with the pillow squeezed between your thighs. you move your hips a little bit, trying to find a good pressure and pace to start. you moan softly, feeling the weight of the pillow against your cunt as your lashes flutter. he’s watching with crimson cheeks and ravenous eyes, mewling a little himself as you pick up speed. you’re watching him in return, feeling yourself getting wet as you meet his eyes. all the times you thought about him as you rode that pillow, chasing your release with the thought of his dick inside of you, or his fingers, or your cunt grinding his thigh, or even his tongue all over your pussy. you had also imagined his voice in your ear, praising you, calling you his good girl for cumming all over him just the way he likes. it was too fucking good, and you’re in heaven as you bear your clit on the thickest part of the pillow.

“fuck, that’s it,” he breathes, palming himself over his jeans. your eyes trail to his hand, and see that he’s got quite a noticeable bulge straining the denim. “that’s too goddamn filthy. you do this often?”

“a few times a week,” you reply, rocking your hips on the pillow with a whine. “maybe twice a day, if i’m really fucking horny.”

“christ,” he hisses, curling his lips inward as he continues to touch himself over his pants. “and it’s always like this? or do you switch it up?”

“usually this, but sometimes i use my fingers or toys,” you say. “i have a dildo here somewhere.”

“god, that’s hot,” he says, watching you as he licks his lips. “you’re such a good girl right now, y/n. keep doing that, just like you’ve been doing. that’s it…”

you listen, and his praises just keep coming. eventually you get more brazen, and your pants & underwear come off, the latter of which you throw at him and he catches. he holds onto them, cursing when he feels how soaked they are, and holds them to his face to inhale your scent. he moans in response, keeping them in his fist as you lift your shirt. you did away with your bra the minute you got home, so your tits are exposed to him as your hips continue to work. he’s so painfully hard now that he has to pull his erection out for relief, and he’s jerking off in the bed next to you as you try to bring yourself to orgasm. not only is he touching himself, but he’s doing it with your panties in his hand, moving the soaked garment over his dick with every stroke. the sight of his cock—thick, leaking precum, throbbing, flushed—combined with him using your panties to do it causes more wetness to pool onto the pillow. you whimper as his fist pumps his cock, his moans and the sounds of him beating off filling the air alongside your own moans.

“like what you see?” he asks, flicking his wrist as he gazes into your eyes. “since you’ve been so good, maybe i’ll let you blow me while you ride that pillow of yours.”

“please,” you beg, watching his hand move up and down his cock as he works faster. “i’ve wanted your cock in my mouth the second you pulled it out.”

he gets up and stands at the edge of the bed. he guides his cock into your mouth and fucks your throat as you hump the pillow, letting him dictate the pace & pressure which you do it. you’re a mess of drool and cum, but you don’t mind. eddie can’t stop looking at you, can’t stop calling you a good girl and telling you how fucking hot it is that you can fit his entire cock down your pretty throat, and oh god, how he can’t wait to be inside of you. he holds your hair in one hand, his own head tipped back as he twitches in your mouth. he pulls himself out, jerking off over your face as your tongue hangs out, all while you still hump that damn pillow.

“cum for me,” he demands, his fist working his spit-soaked cock as he meets your gaze. “i wanna see that pillow absolutely drenched.”

and you do cum—hard. it’s probably one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced, and you cry out his name as you usually do when you’re alone. eddie can see the sticky mess you’ve made all over it, how it threads to your cunt when you try to pull away, and how wet your pussy still is despite having been rubbed against fabric for so long. there is a big wet patch on the pillowcase, your hips stuttering as you try to slow down. you still crave the friction, and watching eddie jerking off inches in front of your face makes you just want to keep going.

eddie tries so hard to hold back his own climax, but he fails miserably. hot ropes of cum shoot across your face and into your hair, some of it dripping down his shaft and onto his fist as he moans hotly. he admires your cum-splattered face, brushing some of your sticky hair from your eyes before pulling you up for a hot, hard kiss. he licks some of his own seed away from your cheeks, groaning at the taste before pushing you onto the bed. he hops on top of you, rolling you over so that you’re straddling him after admiring you for a moment. he takes your shirt off, running his hands over your breasts as you mewl filthily.

“wanna see those pretty nipples,” he mumbles, tweaking them in his fingers as his eyes scan your body. “you wanna know something else?”

“what?” you ask, gently grinding his dick as you both hiss from overstimulation.

“i lied earlier,” he says with a considerable expression. “well, kinda. i wasn’t actually curious as to how girls in general masturbate. i was curious about how you do it, and i gotta say, i was not disappointed. the reality was better than how i always pictured when i was alone.”

“are you saying that you got off to the thought of me touching myself?” you ask, head falling back again with a loud moan as he kneads your tits in his large, ringed hands.

he smirks wickedly, his hands settling on your waist as he helps you glide along his cock, which is getting hard again already. “that’s exactly what i’m saying, y/n.”

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Waiting for more stepdad!H so I can drown my sorrows in your writing and feel fulfilled again 🤪

Selfish*

Summary: Harry’s fed up with your teasing and he sneaks into your room to fuck you when your mom falls asleep. 866 words

Warning: stepdad!Harry x stepdaughter!reader - If you don’t like that kind of thing don’t read. Smut, degradation, cheating, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad & stepdaughter

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Harry snuck into your room after your mom fell asleep. You knew he would. You’d been a tease all day. On purpose of course.

He covered your mouth as soon as he crawled into your bed over you and pulled your shorts down with his other hand. You weren’t wearing panties. Again, on purpose.

“Fucking always such a whore.” Harry whispered as he flicked his fingers in between your folds, up and down. He moved his hand from your mouth and began lifting your t-shirt upward.

“Just for you, daddy.” You panted quietly. You wanted his fingers, his mouth, his cock, anything. You only teased him so hard all day because you hoped for this exact outcome.

“Of course it’s just for me. You’ll never have a better cock than mine. And you know it.” He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you both moaned.

You reached a hand down and cupped his already thickening cock and he rutted down into your hand. He kept his lips on yours and his fingers at your pussy.

Soon, that familiar slippery wetness began to make its way out over Harry’s fingers and he glided his digits all over the outside and the inside of your labia, spreading the arousal all around. He loved how wet you got. Always.

“I want to taste you so bad but we have to be quick. You ready for my cock?” He spoke when he leaned back to pull his sweats down and then he stuck his fingers into his mouth and licked your flavor off of them.

You adjusted yourself to accommodate Harry between your legs as you nodded, “I’m always ready for you, daddy.”

Harry loved hearing you say things like this. It made him weak for you. It’s why his feelings for you started to expand. The way you so easily worked his ego and knew just which buttons to push. It drove him wild for you. You seemed to be the only one to get him without even trying.

“You are aren’t you? My good girl. My best girl.” Harry whispered as he settled between your thighs. His cock stiff and long as he pushed into your soft cunt.

It was so good. Getting filled up by Harry was what you were made for.

He couldn’t pound into you because that would be too loud, but he could get in deep. So with long, languid strokes, just as he got his cock all the way in, he rutted up into you with a bit of force to push into your insides just that much more. It had you biting back a whine each time he did it.

“Oh!” You squeaked out when he rammed into you in one quick thrust that had you crossing your eyes.

Harry put a hand over your mouth and pushed your left leg down to your chest, bent at the knee.

“Shh, shh, shh… keep quiet for me.”

He continued his slow thrusts, dipping in deeper at the end of his strokes to really drive home how big and long he was.

“Fuck you’re perfect. Fuck I need you Y/n…” he moaned quietly, his dick reaching your cervix and splitting you in half. You moaned into his hand and nodded with your eyes on his.

Harry was feeling your tight hole fluttering around him, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. You felt it too. You knew you would come soon. Harry’s dick just felt good. Too good.

“Gonna cream on daddy’s cock, baby? Yeah? There you go. Shit! Like that baby…” you nodded as you started to come. He kept his hand over your mouth as you released around his dick, still pushing and pulling in and out as he fucked you through your high.

Just as your climax had peaked and you moaned into his big palm Harry began to fill you with his hot come. He gritted his teeth and willed the groan that wanted to come out loudly to stay silent but his breathing was hard and he had instinctively increased his cadence making the bed creek lightly to the pace of his thrusting.

You both laid silently and happily as you came you down and connected your mouths.

You wrapped your arms sound him, sliding yours under his arms and squeezing him and he just kept kissing you with his cock stuffed deep in your guts still.

“Mmm… wish I could just stay here tonight.” He groaned in a whisper. You sighed and smiled. He wanted you. He wanted to be with you. He preferred you. It should have made you guiltier than it did, but instead his admission gave you butterflies and made your heart rate rise again. You wished he could stay too.

“Maybe sometime we can go away for the weekend. Just us two. And then we can sleep together all night.”

Harry grinned but you couldn’t see it in the dark. A weekend away with you sounded exactly like what he needed.

“Selfish little thing. Maybe if you’re good we can think about it.” He goaded.

“I am selfish for you, daddy. I want you all to myself.”

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[exodusmc]

Pretty boy

Genre:  Smut, slight  enemies to lovers 

Words: 2084

Paring: Yeonjun x female reader

Warning!: public, kissing, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, slight over stimulation, dirty words 

a/n: Hello! I’m sorry I never updated insider! I’ll try to do it soon...(promise this time hehehe). But I’m working on a Sehun hogwarts au and it should be out soon, as well as a Chanyeol one. I’ll try to look in to the requests as well( btw thank you everyone who has requested something!) I hope everyone is having a good time too :)

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“I don't like you…”it didn't sound convincing, coming out as puffs from your parted lips while he devoured you whole. Kissing until your lips were bruising.

Yeonjun smirked, stealing your breath away and rolling his hips into yours. His fingers were stroking down your side until they stopped on your waist, drawing circles on the exposed skin.

“ I feel like that’s hard to believe” he chuckled close to your ear, lips painted by your lipstick.”Almost as hard as me…”

Chills went down your spine, that awful smirk that made you weak covering his stupid face. 

Yeonjun was the annoying pretty boy who had been fed with a silver spoon his whole life, he was everything you hated with upper eastside. Luxury cars and branded clothes. But he was handsome and he was a great kisser. It wasn't meant to be like this, you were never supposed to roll around in bed with him but being drunk could lead to dumb desitions and the best orgasm in your life.

“No one can fuck you like I can…”Yeonjun pulled from your lips, chest heaving as he stared you down. His fingers trailed down to your thighs, lifting the skirt part of your dress until they found home on your hip. He moved down as well, keeping your eyes, smirking wider when realization hit you.” No one can make you scream like I can..”

He was going to eat you out, in public where anyone could stumble up the stairs. Shit, that was hot. 

Lips found your clothed pussy, sucking lightly at your clit. A small gasp left your lips, back pressed against the wall. You could hear him chuckle under your dress, laying one of your legs over his shoulder so you were completely in his control. 

Your heart started to beat harder, head thrown back as he pulled your panties to the side. His breath ghosted over your slit and oh my god, you just wanted to pull him close. Yeonjun was good at this, an expert with his fingers and tongue. He could make you cum and he could have you dripping with just the promise of a hot night. 

Moaning, you felt as he started to lapp at your entrance, then sucking at your clit. It felt like you were high and any other time would you hate him for how weak he could make you, but not now, not when he was sucking the life out of you. 

“I-I I’m gonna cum..”you whined, hands searching for anything to grasp at, keep you grounded. 

But just as the fall was about to sweep you with it, did he stop. You stiffened, eyes opening as you stared in disbelief at the ceiling. He laughed under your dress, kissing your shaking thighs carefully before coming back up. That evil mother fucker, he had you so close, and he was smiling!

“Now now, can’t have you cumming just yet..you haven't earned it..” he grabbed your cheeks with one hand, staring you down with dark eyes. You, on the other hand, stared at his glistening lips. It gave Yeonjun an idea.”Wanna taste yourself?”

He crashed his lips on you, sticking his tongue down your throat and stealing your breath away. Hand found your jaw as the other cupped your right breast. It felt naughty, tasting yourself, but it started to bring back the lost orgasm. 

“Fuck…you’re so hot..”Yeonjun licked his lips and your patince started to wear thin. He was playing with you, seeing how long he could go before you snapped. 

“Well then..fuck me..or are you all talk, hmmm?”it was your time to smirk, hands sliding up his chest as his face hardened.”Just because your daddy owns a lot of things, doesn't mean I’ll beg you or that you are that great..”

It was a lie, he was that great, and you would probably beg but what was the fun in admitting that. Your teasing made him hot because it was a dare to him and he would show you, oh how he would show you. Pushing you hard against the wall again, he caged you in with his towering height.

“Sounds like a bet…”he glared you down with a gaze that had something more, something you ignored in favor of this relationship being just fucking. 

“It is…pretty boy…”

“So what do I get when I win?” you huffed, hairs standing all over your body when he whispered the words in your ear, nibbling softly at the lobe.

“Don't be so cocky…”you pulled him by his dark hair, staring at him and the slightly exposed expansion of his neck.”What do you want?”

It made him smirk.

“You to stay…”

“Ok, whatever…”it made you a little uneasy.”I want you on your knees..When I win.”

Yeonjun removed your hands from his hair, keeping them over your head as he leaned in again. 

“Game on.”

-

The whole car ride was heavy, almost electric, but he didn't touch you once. Keeping his nice hands to himself, but they would be on you later. You felt warm just thinking about what he would do with those hands, fingers, lips…

“Don't get too carried away kitten…”Yeonjun brought you back to the car and you knew that he had already won. 

-

The second the door to his huge apartment closed were you pushed to the wall, getting a feeling of deja vu. Yeonjun suddenly seemed to turn soft, stroking down your cheek.

“I’m going to have you shaking and crying and begging when I’m done with you..” he almost sounded sincere when those filthy words left his pretty lips.

Yeonjun kissed you, hard and heavy, as his hands made nothing of the dress you wore. If he wanted to, he could take you right then and there, so wet were you. But he took his sweet time, touching every inch of skin he could get. You whined in the back of your throat, grabbing his hair in an attempt to hurry him. Yeonjun kept his composure, leaving your lips to glare at you.

“Keep your hands to yourself, or I won't ever touch where you want it the most..” he growled, backing away from your burning body. You almost fell for his trap, almost begged for him to come back.

“Okay…okay I promise I’ll be a good girl..”you brought out your best doe eyes.

He seemed pleased, grabbing your hand to drag you down the corridor until his bedroom was in sight. 

“You know Y/n…you’re really pretty when you don't argue back about everything..”his smile was cocky but his eyes sweet, hand leaving your own. He pushed you down on the soft bed and suddenly you were surrounded by him. 

Yeonjun was everywhere, kissing your swollen lips, touching your burning skin. His scent laid heavy around you and the making out slowed down slightly, giving you a chance to catch your breath, to breathe him. 

He left your lips to kiss down your body, between the wally of your breasts, down your stomach until he was just above your paintline. There he stopped to look at you. 

“Promise me Y/n…promise me to not give in for at least a second..” with that he dove back into your pussy, sucking hard and long on your covered clit. It had your back arching, voice raising and octave as you moaned. 

Your hands found his hair again, toes curling when he pulled the fabric to the side and pushed one finger into your quivering hole. Yeonjun ate you like he was starving, switching between hard and soft, reading your body for what felt the best. And you saw stars, mind lost in the way his perfect lips made you feel. Another finger was added and a particular hard suck on your clit had you stiffening with an orgasm, moan so loud you felt bad for his neighbors.

His laugh was low when you came back to it, lips glistening once again.

“Pretty…” he was too hot for his own good. 

Yeonjun crawled back up to you, knee between your legs. He sat back up so he could drag his shirt off, so he could flex his muscles, so you could stare him down. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now…”he started to undo his belt, eyes keeping yours as he undressed completly. 

He was hard and had probably been for quite some time now, all the more fun for you. Yeonjun was this nice size, where you felt full but it wasn't too much. Long enough to reach the good place but not long enough to hurt. 

Turning you around, he unhooked your bra and you could hear the ripping of packaging. Yeonjun was considerate enough to place a pillow under you before he leant forward, cock prodding at your entrance. His breath was hot against your ear, hand holding himself as he coated his cock with your juices. You were so excited, almost quivering with anticipation, but he didn't move, didn't quench your thirst for release. It lead to you whining softly, moving your hips in an attempt to get him into your empty pussy.

“Uh uh uh…”he left your back, holding one hand between your shoulder blades. He kept stroking himself on you but nothing more.”What do we say when we want something? Come on, be a good girl and ask for it, beg me to fuck you silly…”

Ah…he wanted you to fail, he was preying on your downfall. Another whine left your lips and you were shaking, you wanted it so much. You hated him for making you like this but you loved it too. This could be something you thought about another time, something you wouldn't let yourself fall for another time. 

“Pleaseeee, fuck mee…”you pushed more, glancing over your shoulder as he leaned back towards your ear.

“Come one…”Yeonjun whispered, biting the top of your ear.” You can do better…”

“Please please please…”how low could you actually fall?” Please fuck me! I beg you, just fuck me!”

And he listened, grabbing both your hips before he pushed through your lower lips, stretching you so nicely you saw stars.  A scream left your lungs as you fell forward, taking his fast pace. Bruise would form where his hands held you in place but you didn't care, not when he moved like he did, had you where it felt the best. 

Yeonjun fucked you like there was no tomorrow, in and out of your pulstaing and sensitive pussy. It didn't take long for you to feel the build up of another orgasm and when he pressed down on your clit, well your arms could hold you up anymore. The covers muted most of your scream, thighs shaking as your heart hammered in your chest. It was the best sight Yeonjun could ever see. You, shaking and crying form the orgasm, you breathing so hard from the over stimulation. Fuck, he was gonna cum too. 

“Uh..Uh..uh” he groaned over you, abusing your poor pussy.” Such a good good girl…”

He came just seconds after, filling the condom and you kinda wished he was filling you instead. 

Tears left your eyes, breathing laboured as everything calmed down. Yeonjun slipped out of you, rolling to his side while the world caught up to you. Fuck, you promised yourself that the last time would be the last time you were with him…This was bad and…

“You lost…”turning your head, you stared at the dark hairs falling over his forehead, the shades playing in his eyes. Yeonjun was everything you hated with the upper class but good, he was pretty.” You lost the bet…”

“Yeah…whatever..”you rolled your eyes, watching as his eyes crinkled when he laughed.

Yeonjun, dragged you towards him, pulling you under his chin. He drew circles on your arm and you felt safe.

“Stay…don't run away like you usually do..”he kissed the top of your head and you wanted to hit him for it. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Just sex, nothing more.

“I feel disgusting tho…” he laughed and it vibrated through your tired form.

“We can think about that tomorrow…” he reached for the blanket, covering the both of you even if you still felt warm.” Let’s just sleep now…let it be easy for once..”

You sighed and closed your eyes. Yeah…let it just be easy for once.

[jin0]

Peter gives off bed breaking sex vibes. Like he’s just going at it on his poor overstimulated girlfriend when the bed snaps and she’s upset but lowkey relieved??? bc now maybe she’ll get a break but he’s just like a broken bed is the least of her problems right now

think about it, you two were having a problem. you didn't really know why tho. he was pissed but refused to tell you why. now you knew it was because of something you had done because as soon as he came home from patrol, he had you pinned to the wall, glaring at you before throwing you on the bed.

you don't understand what's going on but you know he's beyond pissed when he basically rips your clothes off and his spidey suit before warning you.

"if you don't want me to fuck you, tell me now. i'll go to the bathroom and call down in there but be quick before i lose my patience."

you keep quiet and nod slowly, allowing him to touch you. except he doesn't fucking touch you. as soon as you nod, he's parting your thighs open and stuffing himself balls deep inside you channel. you're more than stunned, back arched and oxygen quickly leaving your body.

he's holding your neck with one hand and the headboard with the other and he just started going at it. he's rough and fast, you thighs are already trembling and sensitive from the violence of his skin slapping your. you're moaning loud, practically screaming in both pleasure and surprise. you liked it when he's handled you and nothing turned you on more than having him mad at you but you wish you could have an explanation as to why he was so angry at you.

he's not even letting you moan properly, forcing your mouth open and stuffing his fingers inside to muffle your sounds.

"shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear a single sound coming from you, slut."

in that moment you feel so weak, soaking wet around his cock because he degrades you. he knows you like that shit but it isn't the point. he's fucking you like you ran him over for a while, letting you cum as hard as you want but still preventing you from being loud which makes you even more wet.

each time he came, he'd pull out and cum on your stomach or force your mouth open to swallow his load. he was rough and angry and dominant and you should've probably been asking questions but he was fucking you beyond stupid and you were too fucked out to question him.

his grip on the headboard is still as strong as it was before and he's going even harder on your poor body. you're raw and overstimulated, your pussy too tender to be able to take more of his vicious backshots and his ways of toying with you.

"b-baby... peter ! please ! peter, please i can't ! can't take anymore ! ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! please peter, can't cum anymore, pussy's too weak ! please !"

he's glaring down on you like you were some pathetic creature and keeps plowing into you, holding the headboard with one hand a'd basically slamming it into the wall. the bed is squeaking and you can hear the sound of wood ripping but he's going so hard on you, all you can do is roll your eyes to the back of you head and bite your lips until you bleed. he starts toying with your clit, twirling his fingers on it, rubbing it and rubbing your folds.

when you cum all around him he's smug but without even smiling. still very moody and very dominant.

"well, look at that. you keep saying that you can't take more but you're creaming all over my cock. pathetic. keep lying and i'll fuck you until your legs go numb."

you were crying in the sheets, begging for a divine intervention to give you a little rest. and the universe, being clement and always on time, decided to break the bed. it snapped under you in a loud sound that surprised you both.

peter watched the surprise on your face fade and turn into a relieved smile. absolutely fucking not.

"you think a broken bed's gonna stop me ?"

and there is the shock again. when he lifts you off the mattress, still balls deep in you, you squeal and hold onto him as tight as you can. he stands against a wall, pressing your back to it and whispering in your hear.

"the last thing you should be worried about is a broken bed. i'm not done with you until i say i am. the universe could send an helicopter flying through the room, i'll be done torturing that pussy when i decide it."

and there he goes again, and for at least two more rounds until you pass out of exhaustion. when you woke up he was nice again and a little worried for you. turns out, what you did was be a little too pretty through the window when he swung by. he saw you undress and dance naked with the blinds open and you teasing him never ended well. positive point was that he had apologized and now you were being cuddled and kissed all over.

"i'm sorry buttercup... i'm sorry, i love you... i love you and your pussy... and i'll fix the bed... and i'll massage your thighs too... i'm sorry... i love you baby... so, so, so much..."

you ended the night with a soft smile on your face, caressing him and trying to calm down his terrible temper. that spider bite did a number on his mood and the way he behaved.

[ahsokaismyqueen]

A Few More Hours

Pairing - Eddie Munson x CarverReader!Sister

Summary - Your whole life has always been laid out for you. Get good grades, behave appropriately and be a cheerleader. All the opposite of everything Eddie Munson is, which of course makes you drawn to him. Thankfully, in only a few more hours, the championship basketball game will be over, then graduation, and then you can both do what you’ve been wanting to do for years. Run like hell outta here. 

Word Count - 1K

Warnings - Language, definitely smutty situations, but no actual smut

His hand slid up the side of your skirt, leaving a trail of heat across your thigh that had you catching your breath. He caught the movement, and you felt his smile against your neck, his palm stopping on your warm skin and giving it a squeeze. “Something the matter, sweetheart?” 

“Yes,” you replied, sliding your hands up his chest and into his curls. “Cheerleading and Hellfire Club have been keeping my boyfriend from me, and I’m not a fan.” 

“Sounds like your boyfriend has a lot of making up to do.” Eddie said, and when he pulled back, you saw a bright smile on his face. 

You mirrored his smile, but then bit your lip as Eddie used his grip on your thigh to lift it up and hook it around his waist, pressing your hips together. “Oh, so much.” You murmured, letting out a little whimper as he rolled his hips. “Your place tonight?” 

“Not wanting to go out and party with some of the other cheerleaders after the big game?” He asked, leaning forward so his forehead was resting against yours. 

“With the Cult of Vecna coming to an end?” Your words made him grin even more. “Of course not. I have to know who finishes him off. My bet is on Hender -” You let out a startled noise as your words were cut off when he lifted you into the air, pinning you to the wall with his hips. 

“I love when you talk DND.” Eddie said, and you let out a laugh that turned into a moan as he crashed his lips against yours. 

Eddie Munson was the best kisser you had ever kissed by far. His lips moved in perfect sync with your own, biting on your bottom lip for a moment before releasing it. As your lips parted more, he slipped his tongue inside, giving you a taste of the mint gum he had been chewing on earlier. Your knees went weak as his scent enveloped you, but he had no problems holding you up with his hips. You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded as his hips rolled into you once more, and you let out a gasp at the sensation. You didn’t even care that anyone could walk down the hall at any moment and catch the two of you. All your senses and thoughts were focused on one thing, and one thing alone. 

Getting Eddie as close as possible. 

You tugged hard on his hair, your legs wrapping tight around his waist as you began to grind down on him, loving the friction it created between the two of you along with the pleasure it sent up and down your body. Eddie grunted at your actions and pulled away from your lips, breathless. “Fuck, Princess, you are needy, aren’t you?” 

Nodding, you pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “Miss you.” 

“I’ve missed you too.” He said, his hands sliding up and down your bare thighs at a maddening slow pace. “As soon as the game’s over, I’ll meet you at my van.” Eddie said. “If you can sneak away?” 

Even if it would be impossible to get away, you would find a way. The truth was, no one cared where you went after the games anyway. If the team won, your brother would be too caught up in his own celebration to notice you sneaking off, and if they lost, he would be too drowned in his own misery to give a shit. Either way, you wouldn’t have any trouble getting away. “Not going to be a problem,” You replied, and let out another little whimper of annoyance as Eddie unhooked your thighs, breaking off that wonderful friction as your legs hit the ground. “You have so much making up to do, Munson.” 

“Have I ever let you down, sweetheart?” Eddie murmured, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck. 

“Not a single time,” You admitted, with a soft smile. In fact, he was the only person in your life that hadn’t let you down at some point or another. 

He pulled back, matching the affection in your eyes with his, and tucked some hair behind your ear. “Fuck. I wish I could take you back to the trailer now.” He admitted, his thumb brushing across your kiss swollen, bottom lip. 

“But you have a cult to lead, Dungeon Master.” You said, sliding your hands from his hair down his chest covered by his Hellfire shirt. 

“And you have to do your . . . cheer thing.” He says, and you laugh as he does a weak little arm motion. 

You had never loved cheerleading, but it had always been expected of you, so you did it. After tonight though, that would all be over and done with, and you’d never have to pick up those pom poms again. Of course there was also the added benefit of having more time to sneak around with Eddie. “But then I’m all yours, until graduation, and then -”

“We run like hell outta here.” He finished, grinning at you. 

At that moment, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and you let out a sigh, knowing your time alone was at an end. “I better get going to class so I don’t get another tardy.” You said, reaching down to pick up your bag. “After all, I’ve got about ten now because of a certain someone.” You said, giving him a meaningful look. 

“You enjoyed every single one of those tardies.” Eddie added, giving your thigh a squeeze. “But I’ll let you go this time. I’ve got a deal out in the woods to get to.” 

Were you the biggest fan of his little side business? No, but you also understood it was not your place to say so. “Okay, I’ll see you after the game.” You said, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss against his check. “Be careful.” You whispered. 

“Always for you, Sweetheart.” He said with a sure smile. 

Nothing had happened before, except one small fight that was over rather quickly, but still, for no real reason you had this gut feeling that something wasn’t right. You watched him walk out the door at the same time as the crowd from the cafeteria exited, and shook the thought from your mind. 

If something happened, you knew that Eddie could handle himself. 

You were thrown out of your thoughts as someone called your name, and you turned around to find Chrissy, your brother’s girlfriend, heading towards you. “Do you mind telling them I’ll be a couple of minutes late to practice? There’s something I’ve got to do.” 

Chrissy? Being late? That was weird, but you brushed it off. “Sure. I’ll let them know, and if you’re seeing my brother tell him he doesn’t have to worry about driving me home after the game.” 

She nodded, giving you an awkward smile. “I’ll let him know.” And before you could ask her any more questions, she hurried past you in the same direction Eddie had gone. 

Just a few more hours, you told yourself. A few more hours and all of this wouldn’t matter anymore. You could be with Eddie, and stupid high school, your awful family, and their high expectations wouldn’t matter anymore. 

Only a few more hours.