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chamomiletealeaf · 1 month

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Hey mama😚 I saw that you’re taking requests and I came RUNNINGGGGG to ask you this, so!

How do we feel the 141 men would react to being with a taller, thicker girlie that often gets insecure bc of that? This idea has been brewin for a minutee so I had to get it outta my system😭 if you’re comfortable with it too could you involve konig in it? Don’t feel pressured to ofc 😚💕

Have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!! Xoxo💋

Hi! I love this ask! I myself am not too tall, around 5'5 (5'4" 3/4 to be exact) and I have never been very skinny, but hopefully I can do this idea justice!

warnings: afab! fem reader, smut MDNI, body worship

Price is a thigh man and he will die on that hill. He just loves your legs. Since you are taller than most girls, that just means there's more of your legs. You were Price's dream come true because not only were you tall, your thighs were so perfectly plump from how thick you were too. When he first met you when Laswell introduced you two at her wedding anniversary party, you wore a skirt that ended mid thigh, leaving just enough to his imagination, and just enough for him to get a peek at your thighs. He noticed he didn't have to break his neck looking down at you, and immediately imagined how easy it would be to kiss you. He also noticed your damn heels he thought looked so fucking sexy on you, creating the illusion of elongating your legs even further and making you taller, which just brought you closer up to his lips.

That night ended with him taking your heels off for you and slowly dragging his hands and mouth up your long legs, making every sting from snide comments about your skirt or heels melt away.

Your body is so soft in his hands and he loves squeezing you. He'll kiss you and both of his hands are immediately on your ass squeezing, making you yelp.

"Mmm. Damn lovie. This fucking arse is delicious." He'll smirk down at you while you giggle at his choice of words and his hands move down to pinch your thighs.

"And these thighs. Just wanna bite 'em up."

You always know how this goes. Whenever his hands are on you and he's talking to you like this, it always ends up with his head between your thighs.

And "bite 'em up" he does. He sucks hickeys into your inner thighs and leaves little bite marks.

"Fuck sweetheart. Look at that. A little love bite right there so you don't forget who's face belongs between your thighs."

Bonus if you squeeze your thighs around his head. It would make him cum immediately.

Price would love thigh fucking. Arguably even more than vaginal sex. Something about the way your thighs squeeze him so nicely without even trying, your slick lubing your pussy and thighs perfectly and just enough for his thick cock to slide in and out between them.

"Fuck darlin' look at that. Don't even need to press your thighs together for me to fuck them. Squeezing me so well. You're so fucking soft."

Simon is so pleasantly surprised when he first meets you. You were tall and you weren't even wearing heels which made Simon silently groan behind his mask as he thought about your long thick legs locking around his waist as he pounded into you.

Your forehead would come up right to his lips, making it so easy to kiss it, which he always took advantage of.

I feel like Simon would also just pick you up randomly. Lifting you up easily when you complain about being too tall or heavy to show you that you are not.

Most times he'll throw you on the bed and show you why your height and thickness are perfect.

"See honey, if you were short, your legs wouldn't be able to lift yourself up and down my cock so easily would they?" He says in your ear, gripping your hips while you ride him.

Or when he's fucking you in doggy with a death grip on your waist when you're feeling insecure he'll say:

"Yeah bunny just like that. Look at that perfect fuckin' ass bouncing back on me. If you were smaller I wouldn't get to grip your cute little love handles like this now would I hm? They're called love handles for a reason now aren't they?" He says between pants.

Gaz is speechless the first time he sees you. You made him feel like a nerdy schoolboy passing by his popular crush in the hallway. You were taller and bigger than most girls he's seen but that just meant there was more of you for him to love.

He loves seeing you get all dressed up, and especially when you wear fitted dresses and outfits so he can see every shape and curve of your body. He loves how his clothes can fit you just right and thinks it's so cute that you two can share clothes.

You'll try his jeans on and the length will be good enough, but you cannot slide them over the tops of your thighs and ass, making him smirk, but you look in the mirror embarrassed that you are bigger than your boyfriend.

"What's that look for?" He asks, seeing you pout in the mirror and looking behind you at your ass that won't fit in his jeans and you continue to try and pull them up, making the waist band catch under your ass which makes it jiggle with each tug.

"Keep doin' that love. Don't think you know what that view looks like from back here." He says with a full on cheeky smile now.

"Stop it Gaz." You warn him with a glare, genuinely upset his jeans won't fit.

"Aww it's ok hun." He says walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I'd rather see you without pants on anyways." He says, and you look down and away from him. Even when you're upset, he still finds a way to make you blush.

Then he'd kiss all up and down your neck, then your arms, and all down your legs pulling the jeans off. He kisses his way back up your body up to your ears and whispers:

"On the bed honey. Need to feel you."

And before you know it, you're sitting on Gaz's face while he locks your thighs around his head with his arms and you can't remember what even got you here in the first place.

"Gaz. Baby can you breathe?" You ask worriedly.

He just grunts disapprovingly and locks his arms around you harder so you don't get the idea to scoot away and you moan, feeling his head nuzzle itself deeper between your thighs.

He doesn't care if he can't breathe. You're the only air he'll ever need.

Johnny is absolutely SMITTEN when he first sees you and he's the most obvious. Mouth agape and eyes wide when Price introduces you to the task force as his niece and Gaz smacks him over the head.

Since then he's been literally obsessed with you and since you started dating, he brags to everyone about how he has the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Johnny loves when you wear heels too. Not only because it makes you taller and accentuates your long legs, but because Johnny is the shortest of the Task Force men, and when you wear heels, his eyes are perfectly aligned with your tits.

Whenever you wear heels around him he is not looking at your eyes. It takes everything in him to not just lean forward and smush his face into your cleavage. For Johnny, a bigger girl also meant bigger boobs for him to play with. He'll also come behind you and just squeeze them, reveling in how much they fill his palms. He just loves your tits so much. You'll be laying down on the couch and he's jumping right on top of you burying his face in them with a content sigh, or he'll be begging you to let him fuck them. He'll slide his cock between your tits and he will absolutely lose his mind for sure, watching how they bounce with each thrust.

For Halloween you two would be Gomez and Morticia since you are literally them in real life anyways.

You definitely feed into his mommy kink. He loves how you hold his head against his chest when he needs a snuggle and how he doesn't feel the need to be so careful handling you, and that way you can treat him like the finest porcelain doll.

König would feel elated and strangely validated since he knows what it's like to be seen as "the tall one".

And with you, for the first time, he doesn't feel so estranged. He, of course was still taller than you, but he loved how you were tall too.

He thinks it's so hot seeing you with your friends and you're taller than them. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that the most noticeable and beautiful girl in the room is his.

I feel like König would absolutely love when you give him handjobs. He's so big that the other women he's been with couldn't exactly hold him correctly or jerk him off fast enough due to his size.

But you? Since you were a little closer to his size, you made it work, two hands, and if you really tried one hand, squeezing and jerking him the way no other woman has, making him shoot cum all over himself.

And he loves how your legs can reach up on his shoulders while he fucks you in a mating press. A shorter woman would have a harder time reaching their legs over him in that position, and finally being able to do it gave him this primal urge to fuck you like he would never fuck anyone else again, not like he ever would want to since he found you.

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toxicbrothel · 3 months

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No worries if ur not doing povs anymore buuuuut

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Joel’s real sweet with you. Obsessed, but in a sweet way. And for Tommy, it sure is nice getting to share you. For New Year’s, the three of you dressed up for a nice dinner in the dining room and toasted with a special bottle left behind by Bill and Frank. Tommy did the dishes while you and Joel went to sit in the living room. As Tommy approached, Joel was kneeling at your feet asking, “wanna get this big fancy dress off? Put on somethin’ more comfy?”

“Not really,” you said, making Tommy pause in his tracks. He was already getting hard thinking about what awaited, but maybe you weren’t feeling it. “It’s the only time we dress up,” you continued, and Tommy smiled to himself. You were cute.

“Oh, darlin’. . .” Joel chuckled, then buried his face in the skirt of your dress with a groan in mock devastation. Tommy walked behind the sofa and began to massage your shoulders. “Feelin’ okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Good,” Tommy murmured. “Look so beautiful. . .” Tommy began to caress your neck as Joel gathered the skirt of your dress and lifted it out of the way. Tommy nosed, then kissed the other side of your neck and slid a hand down. “Mm,” he softly grunted as his hand met the border where your breast spilled over the rigid bodice. God damn, Tommy wanted to knock you up so bad. You’d be so fuckin’ pretty, tits swollen as hell. Mmm. It’s too easy to imagine. Tommy heard a muffled moan, looked down, and Joel was under the skirt of the dress. He’s so crazy about you, he’d probably live under your dress if he could.

Tommy imagined you in a different dress, one that was fitted only on the chest. Your tits, all swollen with milk, they’d barely be containable. He kept running his hand along the top hem of your dress, feeling how they overflowed. Was there a chance you were pregnant already? Surely Joel would’ve told him, but the thought made Tommy get painfully hard.

Tommy pressed his bulge against the back of the sofa and used both hands to caress your breasts. You moaned softly and took a deep breath, making your breasts spill over even more, revealing a little nipple. God, wouldn’t you be sexy in a maternity dress, something that cinched under your swollen tits and flowed out over your round, heavy belly? Tommy felt like he might die if he never got to see you that way.

“Uncle Tommy?” you asked

“Yeah, sugar?” he murmured.

“It’s too tight up here,” you whined, running your own hand across your chest.

“Ohh I know, baby.”

Joel moaned into your pussy, head still under the skirt, and you sighed with his mouth between your legs.

“Can you fix it?” you asked.

God, yeah, Tommy could fix it. Still behind the sofa, he reached down to your chest and rested his head softly against yours as he began to unfasten the little hooks, one by one. And millimeter by millimeter, your breasts expanded, free of the rigid barrier.

“Fuck,” tommy whispered.

“What?” you asked.

He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered, “Just real, real pretty, baby.”

After unfastening enough of the hooks, Tommy wedged a hand in and cupped a breast. He could have sworn your tits had grown. He’d have to get you out of this torture device so he could see it all.

It felt like an emergency to get this thing off you. He undid a few more hooks, and palmed himself as he finished the rest one-handed, breathing heavily. When the whole corset was open, it fell away from your body, and you sighed in relief as your hands came to cradle your tits, leaning back into the sofa.

“Ohh,” you groaned. “So much better. . .Mmm.” You looked up at him. “Thanks, Uncle Tommy.”

This is when he should have bent down and kissed you, but Tommy’s body reacted too strongly. Everything down there tightened, and he shuddered, then began to pulse right in his pants. He held a hand against his crotch and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He felt warmth spread through his boxers when he should’ve pumped allll that cum into you.

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grippingbeskar · 10 months

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warmth

ೃ⁀➷ joel miller x fem!reader

❥ content warning; forced proximity, dub!consent, somnophelia, dry humping, swearing

❥ a/n; based on this request! i've had some time off, and am still going through a bit of a strange time in my life, but your guys requests always inspire me to write and create, even if its just a lil bit of joel smut. hehe.

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“So this is fun.” You say into the dwindling light of the run down shithole you and Joel are calling home for the night. “Nice and cosy.”

“Cosy?” He parrots, and looks over to what was once a gaping hole in the side of the cabin. You shrug, and sink yourself further into the bundles of blankets you managed to secure.

“S-sure.” Your teeth chatter from the icy surroundings, defeating your point. “Are you sure we can’t start a tiny little fire in here?”

“Whole place is made of wood, darlin’. You’d be toast by mornin’.” His heavy accent floods your body with much needed heat, and you find yourself scooting closer to him on the floor you’ve made your make shift beds on.

“Toast sounds p-pretty good right now.” He laughs slightly, eyes catching your own before dropping back to his lap.

He watches you shift around, bundling yourself closer to trap any body heat you’ve managed to build up, and then takes one of the blankets off the top of his sleeping bag and throws it over you.

“Joel.” You say wistfully, but immediately snatch at the new blanket and add it to your pile. “You’ll get c-cold too.”

“I’ll live.” He says simply, and lays down about a foot away from you. “We should get some sleep.”

“Right.” Your voice is breathless, but still makes a few puffs of cold air as you move yourself down onto the floor of the cabin.

You’re calling it a cabin, but it’s more like a barn the way it’s laid out. It’s smack bang in the middle of a dense forest, with hay everywhere, even in a pile that crunches underneath every time you or Joel shift. It also doesn’t help the fact you are covertly trying to get closer to him— both wanting to steal his body heat and just be close to him.

Joel is a hard man to read. At first you thought he hated you, with all his prolonged silences and gruff remarks. Then, you thought he saw you as a somewhat annoying distant cousin. One that you’d socialise with for a few hours, but then quickly get sick of and look for an excuse to leave them until the next gathering. Once the family bond idea was thoroughly stamped out in a few of his secret heated gazes, or the way his hands would linger on your hips when he unnecessarily lifted you up onto your horse, it was just confusing.

But, you were determined to figure the man out. It’s not like he wouldn’t have your undivided attention anyways. He was a freaking cowboy— straight out of a romance novel. Thick accent, gentlemanly charm and an ass to die for. You were only human.

Still, the hay crunched as you tested your boundaries little by little, as you have been over the past few weeks. Getting closer, lingering longer, smiling sweeter. And it had… well, it affected him in some way, you were sure. But you just don’t know what way. God forbid you go back to the distant cousin stage—

A blast of wind slips through a crack in the walls, and you shudder and ball yourself up.

If Joel hears you, he says nothing, so you just drag the blanket he gave you off the top of your pile and down into the middle so it pressed against you. It smelt just like him— pine and wood and… maybe a little dirt. You two had been travelling for days, and he refused to let you get your hands dirty, so it would make sense.

You buried your face in it, warming the cold tip of your nose and trying to muffle your chattering teeth. It’s a good thing you were covering you mouth, because you nearly squeal when Joel whips around, his chocolate eyes staring right into yours.

“You alright?” He asks, his voice heavy with sleep, and you’d feel bad if his voice didn’t sound so goddamn sexy like that. Right out of a romance novel, you swear.

“Mhmm.” You manage to squeak out, your face covered up to your eyes.

“You lyin’?” He asks, and you repeat yourself. “C’mere.”

At first you’re confused, scrunched eyebrows giving you away. Then Joel pulls back the covers a little, physically inviting you into his chest, and you take the hint embarrassingly fast.

All of a sudden, you’re tucked into Joel’s warmth, surrounded by the smell the blanket only gave you a hint of. You stay face to face, enjoying the ease at which his body warms your hands and nose, and one of his arms drape over your side, keeping itself respectfully in the middle of your body.

Respectfully, you wouldn’t mind if he wandered a little lower, but you tried to keep those feelings at bay.

“Warmer?” He asks tightly as you cling to him, nodding quickly. He mumbles something else, a rough sound only discernible by the way his chest rumbles with it, your cold hands slowly thawing out against it.

"T-thanks." His arm wraps around you tighter when you bury your face in the crook of his neck, the cord of your strange relationship tangling ever so slightly just like your legs do under the covers. "Nice and cosy."

You giggle at your own joke, and he scoffs. "Christ. Go to sleep."

Your laughter fades off as your breathing evens out, and pretty soon you're drifting off into sleep, Joel's arms keeping you warmer than ever.

*you can stop reading here if you aren't a whore. however, i am, so i will continue*

It must be a few hours before your eyes open again. Joel is fast asleep, soft puffs of hair warming the top of your head as your eyes flutter open to complete darkness. You've tangled even more in your sleep, unconsciously wanting to be closer, not just for warmth.

His strong leg nestled between your thighs has nothing to do with body warmth.

When you start to gain a little more of yourself from the cover of sleep, theres a mess between your legs you can't deny. Joel moves slightly as you stir, a choked little whimper escaping your throat as he pushes against you just right. Theres no part of you effected by the cold wind outside— your whole body floods white hot, two strong arms trapping you to feel nothing but the way he's against you.

It's wrong. You should pull away, or wake him up, or do something to drive a wedge between you and Joel. You hardly know for sure if he likes you, let alone wants you like...this.

Then he shifts again, a little roll of his body sending sparks up your stomach, and you make a small sound again.

"You enjoyin' yourself?" You freeze, eyes squeezing shut as you try to deny your body the sleepy pleasure it's taking from him.

"J-joel—" You squeak, a noise embarrassingly high pitched, but his hand tightens on your hip and alleviates some of the nerves.

"It's alright, darlin'. You take what you need." He murmurs, and dips his head, pressing a light kiss underneath your ear. Your hips roll experimentally, and he hums in approval. “That’s it. That’s it.”

"I... oh god, Joel." His hand guides you forward and back, setting a slow but intense fire in your tummy that licks higher and higher every shift.

"How's it feel? Good?" He kisses you again, this time on your cheek.

"S-so good."

"You got no idea how many times I wanted to wake up like this..." You think of all the times you've slept mere inches away from him, but never having the guts to make the move. "Can feel how wet you are f'me."

You shiver, getting more restless as he starts to grind you against his thigh a little faster than before, rocking into you as you slump against his chest again. His free hand grabs your jaw harsher than you expect, bringing your face to his to kiss you hungrily. It's messy and consuming, teeth bashing together as the two of you attempt to find a rhythm that doesn't stop the sweetness of your bodies colliding together.

It shouldn't feel as good as it does, the way your clit runs easily along his now slick thigh, your heart stuttering in your chest as you hear him groan into your mouth, clearly feeling as pent up as you are. The hand on your hip locks under your thigh then, hitching it up higher on his side, the new angle making it all the more intense and having you whine into the kiss.

Joel's tongue dominates your mouth, fills you with the taste of him you've imagined in countless nights alone but never quite perfected. He's overwhelming— pulling you up and on top of him all while keeping your mouth tightly sealed to his own. He swallows your little noises, covering them with his own groans and sighs of your name as you ride him, your mind racing with images of how he'd feel under all these layers.

"Fuck, darlin' I'm not gonna last if you keep..." He breathes out, hands travelling down your back to cup your ass. You lean down and kiss him messily, and move your hips at your own pace, chasing your high.

"It's okay— please, Joel." He grumbles something against your lips, and you just shake your head. "We can do whatever… whatever you want later. Just keep going."

He shudders, your hint of permission enough to send him over the edge. You manage to open you eyes and look at him when he cums, his eyelashes fluttering and his tight jaw going slack with pleasure. That paired with the feeling of his muscles going tight and the way he says your name, you cum with him, your hands gripping tight on his curls and you muffle yourself once again into the crook of his neck.

Neither of you have the energy to move, your overwrought nerves and exhausted body collapsing on top of him. He keeps kissing you lazily, the way your tongues tangle together indulgent of each others tastes. His arms move around you, tucking you in to the blankets so that no part is exposed to the cold, and when your body is covered he gives his hands free reign to roam your skin.

Rough pads of his fingers trail up your spine, pushing up under the layers of clothes to feel your skin against his. As you settle into his soothing touches, the reality that the two of you just came on each other like teenagers has you all hot in the face and shut your eyes tight. He pulls away, his nose nudging your face to look at him.

“You okay, baby?” He says softly, a little smirk on his face when you manage to sneak a look at him. You nod shyly, and his hands drop lower and settle on your ass again before trailing up. “That was… unexpected.”

You look down. “I’m really sorry if I just—“

“No, baby no. Not bad. Good… fucking perfect. Wish I could wake up to that every morning.” He grins, and it takes years off his usual scowling face. “Just thought I’d maybe… take you out first. I got no problem skippin’ straight to dessert though, if that’s what you want.”

“Dinners good.” You smile, and he seems a little relived at that, like maybe he might enjoy it just as much as what comes after. “Desserts good, too.”

He laughs, the sound bouncing off the wooden box of a cabin you’re stuck in, but with Joel holding you like this, the cabin is quickly becoming one of your favourite places in Jackson.

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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the birthday (after)party

hiya! here it is, part 2 of the birthday party! this one's EXTREMELY long and 18+ (beware, there is unprotected sex in this), because you are all horny bitches (affectionate) and wanted smut even though i have never written it before in my LIFE, but there is also a lot of requited love. please enjoy both the fic and this picture of matty i took at atvb glasgow, which is so sexy that it makes me want to gnaw my own arm off like chloë sevigny in bones and all (that's kinda spoilery. soz) - therefore, the perfect vibe for this. also, i don't think i clarified last time, but this fic is afab!reader, and there is gratuitous use of the phrase "good girl" within this part. thanks for all the support, and happy reading!

despite his penchant for smoke breaks in the cold, matty's hands are warm against your own. your fingers are interlaced with his, puzzle pieces slotting perfectly into place, and the backs of your hands are pressed up against the wall behind you as the two of you continue your kisses.

when matty pulls away for a breath, you seize your chance and bring your connected hands to your mouth, kissing each of his knuckles consecutively, then standing on tiptoe to press a sweet kiss on his lips. eyes heavy with want, matty sighs softly as you lower your heels back onto the ground. he wraps both arms around your waist, while yours settle into their new home around his shoulders. "you're killin' me, darlin'," matty says into your hair, breathing in the botanical scent of your shampoo. "you're too sweet. i'm gonna die of a sugar rush if you keep it up."

you smile into the crook of matty's neck, one hand playing with the curls at the nape. the nail of your pinkie finger lightly scratches the milky skin there by accident, and you feel his breath hitch. a flush of desire passes over you, and you - still lightly, but with enough pressure to make your intentions clear - continue to slowly rake your hand downwards, across the defined back muscles obvious even through a suit jacket. "i can be even sweeter," you whisper into matty's ear, savouring the way his breathing slows. experimentally, you place a feather-light kiss on the spot where his jaw and neck meet, for which you are rewarded with a throaty groan that shoots straight into your lower stomach, and another on his lips. "why don't you take me home, and i can show you just how sweet i can be for you?"

just like he did with the cigarette earlier, matty breathes slowly into your mouth, hands sliding down to rest on your ass. this time, his exhale is shaky with obvious lust, rather than cigarette smoke; still, you feel a rush of something chemical, and tense every muscle in your body in war against the urge to squeal in ecstatic shock about the effect you have on him. his eyes blink open slowly, that beautiful brown almost hidden completely by his dilated pupils. "i've never wanted anything more in my life," he murmurs against your lips. he pulls his head back slightly, and the tenderness in his gaze almost makes you cry. suddenly, though, in a way that's just so matty, the tenderness changes to glee as he cheekily slaps your asscheek. "let's get a move on, then!"

you roll your eyes, but hold out your hand for him to take; after kissing it quickly, matty leads the two of you back into the bar. although the placement of his hand in yours is by no means new - you've lost count of the times you've desperately grasped each other at shows and festivals and on nights out, your joined hands keeping you from getting lost in seas of strangers - you've never noticed just how right it feels, his calloused hand on your ink stained one. the closest analogy you can think of is likening it to a favourite sweater. a perfect fit. warm. relaxing. something you don't ever want to take off.

matty continues to hold your hand when you re-enter the bar, too, only dropping it to help you with your coat; even then, he takes it back in his grasp immediately as soon as you turn to face him, and smiles excitedly at you. "ready to go, sweetheart?"

he's so beautiful in this moment, all sharp jaw and grey strands of hair and big brown eyes illuminated by the dim but warm lighting in the bar. you tell him that, and watch his cheeks tint pink as he shakes his head, smiling in spite of himself. moving closer to you, matty kisses your temple and leans to murmur something in your ear. "you need to stop saying stuff like that, babe, or i won't make it home."

your heart flutters against your sternum - whether from desire or sheer shock at just how much matty wants you, you aren't sure. maybe both. "let's go, then."

a final kiss to your lips, and matty pulls you towards the door in a french exit. as you pass the dancefloor, though, you make eye contact with the birthday girl, now jumping around with her fiancé to a talking heads song. her eyes widen as she clocks you and matty's linked hands and half-out-the-door state; when they snap up to meet yours, you quirk your brows and wink, to which she responds with a cheer of "FUCKING FINALLY!". some of your other friends start to turn around at the noise, but you and matty are outside before they notice you.

the familiar walk to matty's house is short, although the burning desire practically radiating off the pair of you makes it seem far longer. that, and the fact that matty insists on stopping at every red-lit pedestrian crossing, despite the uncharacteristic lack of london traffic; as you wait for the red men to vacate and the green to appear, he kisses you as deeply as he can within the limited timeframe.

after you've made it past the busier area and turned onto his street, you tease him about the frequent liplocking. "you really like smooching me, don't you?"

"yeah, i do," matty replies, in that cocky-yet-charming manner of his. "and you'd better get used to it, babe, because i've got to make up for all the years i wanted to kiss you and didn't, haven't i?"

christ.

your cheeks begin to burn, and you tuck your face into matty's side in an attempt to cool them down. "oh my god."

matty only giggles, throwing his arm gently around your head and kissing your temple. "i'm serious! the worst time was when we were all at mine and you got the call about your first novel getting picked for publication-"

"oh no."

"-and i walked into the kitchen and you were just sittin' on my countertop cry-laughin' in that green dress - my favourite, by the way - and you just looked at me and said 'they're publishing it' with total joy in your eyes," matty continues, ignoring your protests. "i just wanted to plant one on you so badly in that moment. i was so proud of you - still am, every day."

his confession liquifies your insides into a puddle. you stop, now outside his front door, and lean up on tiptoe to kiss him - gently at first, then with unabashed desire, until you're forced to pull away to breathe. "et toi, angel. now, get us inside and you can make up for all those years properly, yeah?"

spurred on by your request, matty presses your back against the door, kissing you sloppily as he tries to find his keys in his pocket. once he does, he breaks from your lips and fumbles with the lock, shaking hands not helped by your pressing kisses into his neck. "god, you're gonna be the death of me" he groans, as he finally gets the door open and walks you inside. "but fuck, i'll die a happy man."

you begin to giggle, the sound quickly cut off by matty's lips returning to yours. he slides your bag and coat off your shoulders, leaving them in a heap on the floor and pressing you against the wall. one hand tenderly cradles the back of your head, stopping it from smashing off the concrete, while the other grips your ass, pushing the front of your body against his, lithe and hard and hot. at the contact, heat pulses through your body and settles between your legs. "matty," you whimper into his open mouth. "need you."

"ok, sweetheart, you'll have me" matty breathes, kissing down your neck as he toes off his shoes. he begins to trail kisses down your body, crouching to unfasten the ankle straps of your heels. as he reaches eye-level with your thighs, he removes his lips from you, hands ghosting over the hem of your dress as you kick your shoes off - however, your involuntary hiss as your bare feet meet freezing concrete causes matty to pause his movement, clearly rethinking any notions he had of having his way with you in the hallway. before you can apologise for the noise, he's back standing, hands under your ass and wrapping your legs around his waist. "bedroom."

you continue to kiss as matty carries you - with surprising speed - through the twisting corridors of his house, only breaking it to giggle at him bashing his foot against the bedroom door as he kicks it open. the pain causes matty to drop you quite unceremoniously on his bed, and he mutters an apology before sliding off his suit jacket and crawling over you to return his lips to yours. this is the most passionate kiss of the night thus far, sloppy, hungry, as if you're both trying to consume the other.

suddenly lightheaded - but unsure if it's from lack of oxygen or want for matty overwhelming your very being - you break the kiss, instead focusing on sitting up and unbuttoning matty's shirt with trembling hands. he sits up on his knees and brings his hands to his chest to guide yours, pressing little kisses over your face. "hey, hey, darlin', it's alright," he coos. "know you want me, but i need you to calm down a bit, ok? relax. we have all the time in the world."

you exhale slowly, shakily, pushing matty's now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. no matter how many times you see matty shirtless, whether he's sunbathing at a barbecue or dancing wildly onstage, his tattoos and defined muscles always make your knees threaten to give way; here, now, seeing them so close while on his bed, the effect of the sight goes straight to your core. and yet, despite the desire pulsing through your veins and beginning to pool in your panties, you don't feel compelled to immediately begin leaving hickeys or raking your nails all over matty's exposed skin. instead, you lean forward and place a chaste kiss over his chest tattoo, over his sternum, over his heart; that's what you feel compelled to do, probably by the same supernatural force that encouraged you to join matty in the smoking area and end up here.

it's matty's turn to exhale now, hand coming up to lightly stroke your messy hair as you rest your forehead against his heart, arms wrapping around him. you stay like that for a minute, enjoying the calmness of the sweet moment, until matty breaks the silence with a bombshell of a sigh. "fuck, i'm so in love with you."

you detach from him like you've been shocked, tilting your gaze to meet his. a beat passes, then matty begins to ramble, apologies and "its true but i shouldn't have said it"s and "let's just forget i said it"s and more apologies falling from his lips like a modern-day Joyce protagonist. before he talks himself unconscious, you shut him up the simplest way you know how: pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. when matty seems to have calmed down a bit, you pull away and bring your hands to his jaw, just as he did to you earlier. "i'm in love with you too."

his eyes widen. "you mean it?"

you nod. because you do mean it - you are in love with him. you have been for a while. you miss him when you aren't with him. you get butterflies in your stomach when you are. on more than one occasion, you've thought about what it would be like to grow old with him, the two of you still writing together at a farmhouse kitchen table while your grandkids play in the garden and multiple dogs lie at your feet. you like yourself better when you're around him. you like others better when you're around him. you want to cry at the mere thought of him with somebody else. you would do anything he wanted you to, and you know he would do anything for you. yeah. you're in love with matty, alright.

"oh, sweetheart," matty smiles, his eyes glassy as he pulls you into him and crashes his lips to yours. while there's an undercurrent of desire, this kiss is softer, sweeter, calmer; it feels like coming home. after it ends, matty rests his forehead against yours. the two of you bask in the tender glow of the moment - that is, until matty says something suggestive, as is his wont. "will you let me go down on you to show you how much i love you?"

in spite of the recent revelations, and the subsequent softness in the air, matty's question sends a burst of heat to your core so strong that you struggle to speak. nodding frantically, you croak out a "yes", and close your eyes as matty begins to kiss your neck and lift the hem of your dress, only reopening them once the black velvet is lifted over your head and matty lets out a quiet curse in exclamation. his pupils are almost fully dilated, eyes raking up and down your lingerie-clad body, mouth agape, hands clenching and unclenching.

to egg him on, you quickly reach around to unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders and discarding it somewhere on matty's floor. it has the desired effect; he blinks slowly once, then all but pounces on you, covering your boobs with grabs and caresses and kisses and sucks and bites. you relish matty's worship for a few glorious minutes, before he pulls himself up to your lips to kiss them again. "you're so beautiful," he mutters against your lips. "can i get you naked now, sweetheart?"

fuck. you whimper an affirmative, and you feel him smile against you before he gently pushes you down into the mattress. "lie down for me, baby, that's it," matty coos as he settles himself on his stomach, head resting on your thigh. eyes locked on yours, he slides a single finger up the middle of your clothed core, pressing it gently on your clit and making you gasp. "fuck, you're so responsive. good girl."

with that devastating phrase, matty hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and pulls them down, pushing your legs up to slide the black lace fully off and throw them away. he winks at you, grinning, then wraps his arms around your thighs and buries his face between your legs.

a cry of his name escapes your throat before you can stop it, which only seems to encourage him. you knew matty had a mouth on him, but this far exceeds any wet dream you've ever had; he's everywhere, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it, then licking into you and lapping up your wetness like it's caramel, making you writhe on his mattress. somewhere in your addled brain, you thank everything holy for soundproofing concrete so well - had this dalliance taken place in your flat, the noises matty is coaxing out of you would warrant complaints from every other tenant in your whole building. he's making noise, too, moaning into your core and praising your sweet taste every time he comes up for air.

as the pressure in your lower stomach begins to grow, your hands find themselves on your boobs, squeezing and pinching your nipples in an imitation of matty's earlier actions. he stops working on you with his mouth, thumb toying with your clit as he admires you. "that's my girl," matty says, sending a direct shockwave to your clit. "my beautiful, beautiful girl. god, i love you so much."

with that, his mouth is back on your core, fingers parting your folds and thrusting inside you. the combination makes your head spin, the pressure within you growing ever-nearer to breaking point. one of your hands latches itself into matty's curls, resulting in another throaty groan, and you begin to grind yourself against his face and hand. "matty," you whimper, back arching off the bed. "please don't stop. m'so close, m'so fucking close."

matty moans into you again, speeding up his movements ever so slightly. he pulls his mouth from you briefly, so he's understood. "cum for me, sweetheart," he pants, thumb substituting for his tongue on your clit as he speaks. "be a good girl and cum on my tongue." with that, back down he goes. as soon as his tongue returns to you, your orgasm hits; you scream, clenching around his fingers, your whole body convulsing in icily-burning ecstasy. matty pulls every last bit of pleasure out of you, lapping at your clit increasingly softly until you whimper at the sensitivity.

matty pulls himself up to hover over your panting chest, although his forearms shake with the effort after how tight he held your thighs. he presses a gentle kiss to your lips, making you moan at the taste of yourself on him, before he speaks. "that was the sexiest thing i have ever experienced. i'm gonna think about that every fucking day of my life. thank you."

still breathing heavily, you giggle, pulling him down to lie atop you. matty nuzzles sweetly into your neck, somewhat contrasting the eroticism of his hard cock against your stomach. you bring a hand to the buckle of his trousers, which makes him sigh in contentment, and begin to undo it. "oh, i love you. thank you. will you let me return the favour now, angel?"

matty moans into your neck, his hands moving to his trousers to help you pull them down. he leans back slightly to kick them off, then sits up on his knees before you. "honestly, baby, as good as that sounds... i'm quite desperate to be inside you, if you feel ready for that."

slightly embarrassingly, you feel yourself get wet at matty's words. sitting up, you capture his lips with your own, your hands tugging at the waistband of his boxers. "please."

matty swears under his breath and yanks his boxers down his legs. holy fuck. his cock is beautiful; long and hard, weeping for attention. you swipe your thumb over the tip as matty reaches across to his bedside table, but he pulls back with a "for fuck's sake" before you start to work him further. "fuck, the condoms are in the bathroom cupboard. i'll be two seconds, babe, let me just-"

"wait," you sit up on your elbows, preening internally at the way matty's gaze falls to your boobs moving as you do so. "i mean... i'm alright not using one, if you're cool with that. i don't mind, either way."

matty's eyes close, and you don't miss the way his cock twitches slightly at your words. "well, i'm clean, if you're sure you don't mind going without-"

"i am too"

"-but what about... other things?"

"well, going by my biological calendar, we should manage to avoid that this time," you begin, moving to caress his face, his eyes fluttering open as you do. "but even if we don't, i've always maintained that you'd be a proper dilf, so..."

"fuck, i really do love you," matty grins, turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand. he settles himself better between your legs, wrapping them around his waist, thumb lightly circling your sensitive clit. "do you want me to fuck you now?"

you slide your arms down onto the bed so you're lying flat again, tipping your head back against the pillows. "mhmm."

matty moves so he's leaning over you, pausing his hand movement and replacing his thumb on your clit with the tip of his cock. "need to hear you say it, sweetheart" he whispers, directly into your ear. "can you do that for me?"

the whole scenario is so erotic that you can't stop the needy whimpers you emit as a response. "please, please matty, want you inside me, please".

"good girl," comes the reply, and then matty's cock is at your entrance, pushing slowly inside you, stretching you out. he's big, the biggest you've ever had, but the stretch and the sensation of him inside you after all this time is nothing short of delicious. matty leans down to kiss you as he bottoms out, the two of you moaning into each other's mouths like it's your own shared language.

after a few slow thrusts, matty breaks the kiss to hover over you. "fuck... shit, you feel so good, baby," he pants out between thrusts. "can i speed up a bit? are you ready?"

his attentiveness towards you is incredible; matty looks like he might combust if he doesn't pick up the pace, jaw open and loose and dark eyes heavy, but he keeps the slow tempo until you answer. "fuck me harder, please. want it so bad."

matty smiles above you, kissing your forehead gently. "anything for my girl."

and with that, most of the gentleness disappears; matty pulls out almost all the way, then slams back into you, making you cry out his name and tangle your fingers in his hair again. he picks up speed, too, moving those hips of his rapidly as he chases orgasms for both of you.

the position doesn't change the whole time - it's perfect, matty's cock hitting your sweet spot every thrust and making you clench around him. you're aware of yourself babbling between moans of his name, but you have no idea what you're saying; all coherent thought in your brain has been replaced by love for the man above you and his sexual prowess, the man alternating between kissing your neck and sucking on your nipples, the man responding to your shit-talking with adoring coos. "fuck, good girl, taking my cock so well, so perfectly. you were fucking made for me, weren't you? made for me to make you feel good, yeah?"

it's overwhelming, especially after the intensity of your last orgasm. the familiar feeling in your stomach begins to build again, your jaw trembling and eyes rolling back into your head as matty continues to fuck you just so perfectly. when your legs begin to shake around his waist, he brings his thumb to your clit and kisses into your neck. "you're close, aren't you, sweetheart? can you cum for me again? cum all over my cock?"

again, it's matty's words that do it. you yank his face down to your own, scratching his back so hard it bleeds and making out with him as he brings you to another convulsing orgasm. it's not a long kiss, though - matty pulls away from you as you clench around him in the throes of pleasure, his hips stuttering as he nears his own release. "where...?"

"inside," you gasp out, clinging to his sweaty shoulders. "wanna feel you."

face above you, dark eyes boring into your own, matty whines loudly - the hottest thing you've ever heard - as he finishes inside you, pulsing heat into your core. he holds himself up long enough afterwards to place a kiss on the end of your nose, then flops on top of you, cock softening inside you, head resting on your boobs. "best sex i've ever had. i love you."

"i love you too," you reply, caressing his sweaty hair. "can't wait to do that with you every day for the rest of our lives."

matty giggles softly, kissing inbetween your boobs before raising his head to look at you. "and i was thinking, if we have a boy in 9 months, we should name him after me."

"whatever you want, babe."

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Title: Worship you Pairing: Negan x Female Reader Summary: With the help of your daughter, Negan has an important question for you. W/C: 3.7k Setting: None in particular, but written in mind of an alternate version of twd where Negan lives happily in Alexandria with everyone. Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Negan being soft and romantic / Smut / Oral (f. receiving) / p in v sex / face grinding / fingering / marking with scratches and love bites / soft dom!Negan / soft dom!Reader / dry humping / breast and nipple play / A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this @scorpioempress It’s been a while since I wrote any smut so this was a bit challenging to start with and then ended up being longer than originally planned. Hope you enjoy! Prompts: "Wherever you are, I belong." / "Mummy, will you marry my daddy?"

Leaning against the doorframe you took in the sight of Negan, crouched over your daughter's art box, grey t-shirt pulling tight across the muscles on his back.

Taking your lip between your teeth you begin with visions of peeling that top off and smoothing your hands along the firm planes of his chest. Running your nails along the strong flesh of his back, with your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he pulls the breath out of you with each movement.

God, would you ever get tired of this man? Five years on and there was no chance of getting bored any time soon.

He stifles through the box of crafts, pencils and paper being tossed out onto the floor as he mumbles away to himself, too quiet for you to make out

"What are you doing?" you ask, your voice interrupting the silence and making him jump and spin around towards you.

"I…er…need to borrow an item from our child's supplies." His attempt at a straight face was laughable.

"Supplies?" you question, fighting the smile that pulls at your mouth. "She's four."

"A four year old with supplies.” he states simply, “Stationary is an important resource in the apocalypse, didn’t you know?" He drawls, with that sexy sideways smirk he knew made you weak for him.

"Why are you acting so weird?" you ask, eyeing him suspiciously, not allowing yourself to be distracted by whatever mischievous plan he was involved in.

He feigns shock, fighting a smile, pretending not to have a clue what you were referring to. "Darlin', I do not know what you mean." Before tapping his nose a few times before slowly backing out of the room.

Shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you retreat into the kitchen to make dinner.

Sitting at your dining table, feet up on the chair opposite you whilst flicking through an old magazine you found on a recent run, you patiently wait for your timer to go off, announcing your food 'ready to eat'.

"Mommy, mommy, can you help me with something, please?" Your daughter calls out, running into the room making you jump and bumping your knee on the underside of the table. You were tense and ready to spring, clearly prepared for a fight, old habits die hard. Cursing under your breath as you rub at the painful joint. That was gonna bruise.

"Mommy, you mustn't say that, it's a naughty word." she scolds, standing there with her hands on her hips like a mini adult. You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up inside of you, trying to remain impassive but letting slip an amused scoff. She frowns, unimpressed by you.

"Sorry baby," you pull your mouth shut taut to keep your face serious.

She nods her head towards the door, "I need your help in the garden."

Tucking her under your arm, you bend to kiss her head as she leads you outside. "And what is this important task you need help with?"

Smiling up at you, her pretty face so angelic framed with her dark hair, she looks so much like her daddy it was unreal.

When you were pregnant with her, all Negan had spoken about was having a baby that looked like you; your eyes, your smile and part of you had wanted that too but looking at her little face now, you wouldn't change a thing about her.

"Mommy," she looks up at you, big brown eyes surrounded with thick, dark lashes, "will you marry my daddy?"

Time stops for a moment. Whilst all you can do is stare at her, the words echo around inside your head, each word bouncing hazily off of your subconscious, repeating each syllable, assuming you must have heard her wrong. That is, until you hear the clearing of a throat a few feet away from you, your head snapping up in that direction.

There he was, as bold and beautiful as the day you met him, even with the grey that now speckled through his hair. Here he stood in your backyard, surrounded by wildflowers scattered in a heart shape around him on the grass, holding his hand out to you. Feeling the hand of your little girl pushing you towards him and letting your feet guide you over, almost in autopilot.

The smile on this man's face made your heart ache, how it turned up more on one side, how it crinkled the skin around his eyes.

Stepping over the flowers of beautiful lemon and ivory hues, you reach out to him, taking his hand and clasping it tight.

Unable to bear to look away from his face, letting him guide you, the nerves showing through slightly with the shaking of his hand in yours.

"We've been through a whole heap of shit, you and me," he starts, his eyes wide and vulnerable, bore right into you, looking into the depths of your soul, knowing your innermost thoughts and feelings like always and never judging you for anything...again, like always.

"and if I've learned anything from our time together," he continues, "it's that, wherever you are, I belong."

Your heart tightens as if he held it in his hand, fingers wrapped around it, keeping it safe and close in its own personalised cage created by him.

"I promise you that I will always protect and love the both of you, just like you deserve," he glances over at your daughter who watches on from the sidelines of the garden, a huge grin plastered across her face, "I will worship the ground you walk on 'til the day I die. I would crawl over broken glass and trek through fire if it gave you even an ounce of happiness."

A warmth spread through you, hearing his raw, honest words. Your chest felt tight from your swollen heart, with so much love and desire you thought your body would surely give out from the pressure and crack open right in front of him. Your breath was short and sharp in your throat as everything constricted with the urge to scream out how much you loved him.

“If you let me, I will spend whatever is left of my life, trying to make yours as incredible as it can be in this fucked up world.”

He slowly lowered himself to one knee and when you saw the homemade box in his hand, with your daughter's coloured string tied around it in a bow, tears filled your eyes.

How, after everything, is this happening?

How does the entire world demise and yet, here you are with your fairytale ending?

It didn’t seem fair but yet again, maybe you’d paid your dues, even before all this. You quickly shut your mind down to a previous life, a previous story. There’s no point in looking back when it’s all about moving forward.

Negan had come into your miserable existence, turned it upside down and made it something you never thought it could be. Not just bearable or liveable but fun and exciting, you felt alive with him, maybe for the first time in your life.

“Will you,” he snapped you out of your train-wreck thoughts, too many emotions for you to focus on just one, “do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

The tears spill freely down your cheeks as you nod eagerly, unable to speak for fear your voice has been drowned out with the emotion swelling in your throat. You look down at him through blurry, watery eyes and as he stood, his thumb came across your cheek and wiped the wet trails staining your face.

Your arms found his neck and you cling to him, pulling your bodies flush against each other, every curve of you moulds perfectly to him. He only releases you to pull you back, cupping your face with his hands and bringing you to him again, kissing you so fiercely your breath escapes you. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before, like a man starving for the feel of your lips on his, like a first kiss and last kiss rolled into one. Your hands find anchorage in his hair, meeting his fervour with your own, until your lungs feel sure to burst with the lack of oxygen and you both have to break away.

He continues to hold you close as he hands you the cardboard parcel.

Looking down and the makeshift box excitement bubbled even more in your belly.

Taking it from him and slowly pulling the red coloured string, watching it unravel and drop to the ground. It falls open in your palm, white petals cascading out of the sides, sitting on top was a silver ring with a little blue stone in the centre.

"Eugene was my assistant." he smirks down at you. "The brains and the Braun came together." Flexing his chest muscle comically, which under normal circumstances would have made you laugh but right now you were too preoccupied with emotion. "I found the stone in a necklace on a run. Thought maybe it can be your 'something blue' when we get married."

Once again, your chest got tight and a sob escaped you. How could this man be so sweet?

"Do you like it?" his eyes were soft with just a little bit of concern.

"I love it. It's perfect." your voice is but a whisper as your ears pound with the love that beats furiously around your veins.

He took the ring into his fingers while holding up your hand and places the ring gently onto your finger. Perfect fit.

You're wrapped in his arms again, as your daughter squeals, running over and joining the embrace, her arms tight around both your legs.

Negan wastes no time scooping her up with one arm and tucking her in-between you.

Your perfect little family.

****

"God, do you ever stop talking?" you smirk, as your hands around his neck grip his hair and pull him close as your bodies crash against each other.

He smiles and opens his mouth to respond but after seeing your raised eyebrow, makes a motion of zipping his mouth, locking it and throwing away the key.

Your daughter was asleep and the two of you were finally alone. You couldn't get your hands on him quick enough.

Pulling his t-shirt quickly over his head as you kick off your shoes. He grapples with your belt as your hands do the same with his, mouths finding each other in a wild clash of tongues and teeth, a desperation in you like never before. You need him. You need him now.

Almost tripping over each other's feet as the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he buckles, pulling you down on top of him. He pulls off your vest and wastes no time in unhooking your bra effortlessly, one handed and flinging the garment across the room. His arm snaking around your waist before rolling and flipping the two of you, reversing the roles so it was his weight you bore. Your bare chests touching, breasts pushed against his muscular planes, your erect nipples needing more friction, craving fingertips or a mouth instead.

Undoing the button of your jeans he tears his mouth away from yours to slide them off you along with your underwear.

Sitting back on his knees he admires you.

"Goddamn, you are beautiful." his dimpled smile causes your stomach to flip, "I'm one lucky son of a bitch." he adds, lowering himself onto you.

His hands on your knees before his mouth makes contact with the skin on the inside of your thighs, peppering feather light kisses agonisingly slow towards your core. Eyes fixed on yours the entire time, that predatory stare making your heart pound violently in your chest, hearing your breathing quicken. It's the moment the prey realises it's over; time is up.

His smile grows more sinister as his mouth reaches where your body aches the most for him. A moan escaping your lips when you feel his warm breath on you resulting in him chuckling.

"You want it that bad, baby?"

Nodding eagerly. "Please, Negan."

His eyes grow darker as you beg, before his lips wrap around your clit and gently suck. Your back involuntarily arches off the bed as you gasp, a straight bolt of pleasure up your spine.

His mouth envelopes you; licking, kissing and sucking your throbbing sensitive bud, but so agonisingly slow it has you fisting the sheets underneath you, grappling to ground yourself. With every flick of his tongue your body twitches, pleasure dancing inside of you, responding to the song his mouth serenades to you. He moans against you, the vibration travelling deep into your core, sending a hot shiver all the way up your body.

“Darlin', you taste so damn good.” his mouth is on you again, making out with your pussy like it's the most passionate french kiss between a couple. He slowly slides a finger inside you, your walls clenching around it, eager for more. Whining as you grind your hips against his face, you feel him smile against you.

“That’s it baby,” he encourages, his words laced with lust and superiority. “Show me how good it feels.”

His finger moves in and out so slowly, it feels like torture, your cunt throbs needlessly for more and when his fingertips brush that soft spot inside you, you nearly lose it, arching off the bed again. His bassy laugh sends tremors right through you.

“Negan.” you gasp, hands in his hair pushing him down against you.

His fingers touch that spot again, only this time he beckons it repeatedly, picking up the perfect rhythm along with his tongue, circling endlessly on your swollen bud. Your stomach tightens and your body grows uncomfortably hot, lungs burning, sucking in air like your life depends on it.

“Oh fuck!” you call out, grinding sloppily against his face as your coil tightens further, ready to spring. “Negan, fuck, I-I’m cumming.”

Your insides snap as you unravel around his fingers, body twitching whilst you continue to rub yourself against him to ride out your high. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples inside of you, feeling like you're being carried away by the tide and unable to breath under the weight of it. Body crashing wildly against the current and your mind slips into a peaceful bliss as it all slows down. When the pulsating stops you slowly release your grip on him, looking down at his glistening mouth.

“That was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.” he says, eyes dark and deadly with desire. You watch him shift against the bed, thrusting into the mattress.

Sighing out a laugh, your bottom lip finds anchorage between your teeth and you beckon him up to you. He obliges, climbing up your body with nothing but fierce want as his eyes dance hungrily over your body.

Grabbing his face, you pull him to you, lips crashing against his, feeling and tasting your orgasm on him makes your pussy throb with wild need once again.

Your hands scratch spitefully up his back pulling a moan out of him that has your toes curling.

"Are you trying to mark me?" he asks, a devilish tone to his voice.

"Everyone knows I'm yours now," you lift up the ring that sits delicately on your finger. "and I want everyone to know you're mine." Lifting your head to his shoulder you bite. He cries out, laughing darkly.

Rolling you both over, holding your legs tight against him as you now straddle him. "In that case, beautiful, go nuts."

You run your nails gently along his chest, watching as he closes his eyes, a content smile painted across his beautiful face. Leaning forward your lips ghost along his skin, feather light kisses along his shoulders.

His crotch comes up involuntarily, erection pressing against your sex and you grind down against it earning another moan out of him. Keeping the same steady pace of your hips, working him up into a frenzy as you suck at various parts of his skin.

God you wanted to bite down on him so hard, feeling the flesh between your teeth, you just wanted to sink your pearly whites right into him. Instead you continue your tirade, leaving purple love patches littered over his neck, chest and collarbone. Admiring how they looked; so dark and colourful. He was yours and everyone would know it, if they didn't already.

"Come on baby, don't hold out on me." he pleads, thrusting up again, harder this time.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Ordinarily you would have taken full advantage of this moment and toyed with him, teased him until he begged you but your heated, yearning body betrayed you. Too eager for the feel of him inside you.

Moving off your seat in favour to free him of the restraints of his clothes, only to find he’d already managed to manoeuvre his trousers down around his ankles. You notice the large wet patch on his boxers, a combination of both your excitement and you slide them down too. His long, hard cock lay heavy on his stomach, twitching with desire as you swing your leg back over him.

Holding him at your entryway as you position yourself, impatient, longing making you clumsy as he slips out of your grasp. He chuckles when you let out a frustrated growl.

“Easy baby, I’ma take real good care of you.”

He lines himself up underneath you, sliding the tip of his dick along your folds, collecting the slick from your last orgasm and he grips your hip with his other hand, guiding you onto him and letting you sink down at your pace.

The reflex of breath you draw in, sharp and quick as you adjust to him sounds out around you in the quiet of the night.

"Yea, that's it, take it all." Negan whispers as his eyes roll back in his head.

The slight metallic taste of blood on your tongue and realise you've been biting your lip, perhaps a little too hard.

You lean forward, breasts in his face, as you begin to move, sliding up and down at probably a faster pace than he would like but you were not as patient as him.

Every time he fills you up, making your body feel whole and full, your moans rippled out around you both. You could already feel the build up beginning again low in your stomach.

He grabs hold of one of your breasts, kneading them softly, his large hands engulfing them in his grip, fingers skating over the mounds of flesh and sending a trail of goosebumps cascading down your skin, making you shiver. When he lightly pinches your nipple, sending a shock of pleasure right down to your core, you call out his name. That dark smirk of his appearing on his face once again.

You feel challenged by it so you speed up, exaggerating your hip movements enough to make him gasp underneath you. Gripping your hips in an attempt to regain some ounce of control but you don't allow it. Listening to the grunts and groans escaping him turn you on even more, as it's obvious by the way his teeth are sunk into his bottom lip that he's trying to refrain from making so much noise. And that makes you feel all the more powerful. That is until he lifts you off him, instantly making you feel empty as he slips out of you, his hard dick making a thudding sound as it hits his stomach. He sits himself upright and slides you back onto him, red hot lust races through your body at feeling him enter you once again.

His lips come crashing onto yours, his tongue wildly explores the inside of your mouth. It wasn't often he let himself lose control like this and you were loving every moment.

He broke away first, eyes wild and flashing back and forth between yours.

"You are not making me cum before you, woman." he says, adamantly.

"Did you forget, I've already cum." you smirk, as you circle your hips slowly.

He scoffs, "and you will again. I plan to keep going tonight until you're begging me to stop."

Those words evoked new excitement at the prospect of having him to yourself like this until the sun comes up. His hands spread themselves across your backside, a palm on each cheek before his grip tightens and he's guiding you, rocking you back and forth against his dick, grinding it up into you, ensuring he touches that sensitive spot inside each and every time and taking your breath away.

Your body grows hotter with an uncomfortable prickle racing along you skin, your tense legs start to ache but that only makes your coil tighten faster. The steady rhythm of him massaging your insides with his cock has your head spinning. You're on the precipice of pleasure when he grabs your jaw with one hand, forcing you to turn his way, while the other is still massaging your rear.

Looking straight into your soul with those hazel portals you often get lost in and transported to a different time.

"I love you so fucking much." he says, with such loving intensity your heart swells, feeling ready to pop just as your second orgasm hits. Body unravelling wildly, spasming around him as every wave of pleasure hits harder than your previous climax.

Negan's hands move your body relentlessly as he chases his own orgasm, thrusting up chaotically, before you feel his hot seed spill inside you. His eyes never leave your face as you ride out the pulses of ecstasy together.

Collapsing onto the bed wrapped in each others arms, you've never felt more content, an odd thing to say in the middle of an apocalypse but nevertheless true.

He lightly skates a finger up the length of your arm, you relax into it as goosebumps trickle down across your skin. A gentle smile painted on his face, with fucked out eyes staring right back at you.

“I’m thinking…” he starts, “I’d like to marry you.”

With an amused breath a smile stretched your mouth. “I gathered that.”

His eyes turned serious and his hand stilled. “Tomorrow.”

Your eyes popped, completely taken aback by his statement.

“I cannot go another day without calling you my wife.”

A tear trickles down the right side of your face, dripping onto the pillow as you’re overcome with emotion for what feels like the hundredth time today. There was no time to plan, no time to make everything as perfect as you could…but thinking about being able to call him your husband, completing your family with him, brought an unimaginable peace to you.

He wipes the wet trail on your face as you nod against his hand. “Tommorow.”

#the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #twd #twd fanfiction #negan x reader #negan smith #negan fanfiction #twd negan #negan fic #negan smith fanfiction #negan smut #negan twd #negan smith x reader #the walking dead fanfic

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Die for Me (Phillip Graves x Reader) ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

another request! thank you so much anon!

based on Die for Me by Post Malone ft Halsey & Future

gn! fem biased (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: angsttttt, cheating (not in a sexy way), Phillip being an asshole, swearing, pet names

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The door creaked open as the hallway light flicked on, illuminating the room as Phillip walked into your shared home, dropping his duffle on the floor. It was late, the sun had set a long time ago. You had figured he would've been home earlier but these late-night arrivals had become typical at this point. The sound of him kicking his boots off echoed through the house as you sat up from the couch rubbing your eyes, you had fallen asleep waiting for him to come home.

“Hey,” he whispered as he made his way into the living room, “You didn't have to wait up,”

“I wanted to,” you reached towards the coffee table grabbing your phone. Phillip bent down to kiss you, you flinched turning your head so his lips landed on your cheek instead. “Sit down, please”

“What’s all this about darlin’? Are you alright?” his brow furrowed.

“I’m fine,”

“Talk to me, what’s goin’ on?” his hand began to rub your thigh lightly, quickly you stood up causing his hand to drop back down to the couch, “What the hell are you doin’?”

“Are you cheating on me?” your arms crossed in front of your chest as you stared him down where he sat on the couch.

“No?” he stood up and placed his hands on your hips pulling you close to him, “I would never do that, I couldn't do that to you,” his southern accent was heavy, he was purposefully laying it on thick.

“You’re a fucking liar,” you shook his hands off your hips, and your finger jabbed into his chest as he tried to back away.

“Stop that,”

“Stop? How about you stop being a fucking dick, Phillip? You think of that?”

“Godammit, can you let me think for a second?” his hands ran down his face as he started to pace in front of you.

“Did you ‘get a chance to think’ when you were fucking that girl? Hm?” you snapped your fingers, “Quickly, I’m waiting,”

“You weren’t supposed to find out about that, it was a mistake,”

“God, you’re too predictable Phillip you know that? I just knew something was happening, way too many late nights, I just had this feeling you were lying to me,”

“You never trusted me what I am supposed to do with that,”

“Don’t turn this around on me, I’m not the one fucking girls in our bed,” your voice was increasingly raising as you went on, making sure you got your point across.

“How the hell did you even find out?” he slouched back down onto the couch sinking into the cushions, his hands continuing to hide his face from you

“The fucking security system you dumbass, there’s literally a picture of her leaving the house,” you held your phone up to his face, the photo on your phone showed Phillip escorting the one-night stand back to her car that was parked in your spot. His hand was on her lower back and she was smiling up at him, the cherry on top was her in Graves’ hoodie.

“I thought I deleted it,” he was exasperated trying to explain himself to you.

“Cute sweatshirt she's wearing huh?” it was almost laughable at this point. You swiped through the collection of photos the doorbell camera had captured. At the time when you first saw them you felt sick. It was an indescribable feeling, like the drop on a rollercoaster. Your heart raced and the air in your lungs felt nonexistent. This was over a week ago and after some time regrouping you had come to terms and were ready to confront him.

“I’m sorry,” he hung his head as he choked on his words, not even looking at you as he said it.

“Pack your shit and get out of this house Phillip, I can't even believe you,”

“Can we talk about this,” he stood back up trying to continue the conversation.

“What else is there to talk about? Do you remember you used to tell me that you would take a bullet for me? You would die for me?” he stood silently in front of you not able to conjure a response, “You changed, I’m not sure who is standing in front of me but it’s not the same man I fell in love with,”

“Whatever, I’ll get my stuff,” he shoved passed you brushing past your shoulder as he made his way to the bedroom.

“Take the bed sheets while you're at it,” you yelled down the hall. You weren't able to hear his response, just some angry mumbling from the room. Graves stomped around the room shoving his stuff into his bags and grabbing as much as he could. He couldn't explain why he did what he did, maybe that’s the reason he was being so defensive about it, he knew he was wrong and he still wasn't sure why he did it.

“I don't have all night Phillip, just get the rest later,” you approached the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe as you watched a frazzled Graves shove random shirts into his bag. He glanced over at you before returning to his duffle and zipping it up. You led the way out of the house opening the front door for him as he walked out. He stopped halfway down the front sidewalk before turning around to face you, he gave you a sad smile and a nod. He knew it was his fault and he couldn't blame you for it at all, his actions had caused your reaction and now he had to live with that.

You watched as he slid his duffles into the backseat of his truck before jumping in and starting the engine. He gave a small wave before backing out of the driveway, you didn't reciprocate as you walked back into the house. The door closed behind you as you let your hand linger on the doorknob a little longer than usual. Taking a deep breath you headed back to the bedroom to replace the sheets Phillip Graves had taken with him. It was time for a clean start and clean sheets.

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anon idk if this is what you were thinking but i hope you like it eek

#phillip graves cod #phillip graves #philip graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #philip graves #phillip graves imagine #phillip graves x you #cod graves #graves x reader #graves mw2 #graves cod #warren kole #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii

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pinkcaddyconfessions · 1 year

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Anything for You, Darlin’

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)

Word Count: 738 words

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of the Colonel, Teasing of Smut, Language

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Thanks for all you love you have shown this series! I’ll be busy this weekend so I will try to upload another chapter or two.

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Chapter 5

June 1968

Things were definitely looking up for Elvis. Filming began for the Christmas Special, which you and him knew there was no way in hell it was gonna be a Christmas Special. Ever since little Mallory was born, Elvis had a fire lit underneath him. He wanted make something she would be proud of. He demanded that you and Mallory would be filming the whole time, against the Colonel’s wishes.

You had to admit, seeing Elvis in that black leather suit made you crazy for him. It made you want him even more than you already did.

“Elvis, I don’t know if I told you this already, but you are sexy as hell in that black leather,” you said to him as you kissed him all over his face.

“Darlin, I can see it on your face,” Elvis replied back while also blushing. He knew he had you in the palm on his hand. “(Y/N, baby, you look sexy as hell too, I mean just look at you lil mama.” The kisses began flying, but before anything could begin, Mallory woke up crying.

Both of you jumped and ran over to her, and you scooped her up in her arms. “Mallory, what’s wrong baby?,” you cooed to her while Elvis watched with concern and love in his eyes. Elvis loved his girls more than life itself. Everything he did, he did it for you and Mallory. As soon as you changed her, Elvis picked her up to soothe her.

“Hey there princess there’s no need for all this cryin’ daddy’s got you,” Elvis said to her lovingly and gently. It was like he could read her little mind because she almost instantly calmed down. Mallory Love Presley was your whole world, but she was also a daddy’s girl. She had him wrapped around her pretty little finger since the day she was born.

“Elvis stage in five minutes,” Steve Binder called out. Steve Binder and Bones Howe were the masterminds behind the special. Binder knew Elvis wanted more than just a “Christmas special”. This was do or die or Elvis’ career.

“Alright I’m ready,” Elvis called out. He looked at you holding little Mallory and walked over to kiss you both. “This is all for you two, my baby girls. I love ya,” he said to you and Mallory. The three of you walked out to the stage area where you and Mallory were seated next to Jerry. Filming began and once again, lightening had struck. You saw Elvis in his full glory performing like there was no tomorrow. Smiling, laughing like he did back in his early days. Every chance that man got, he was looking over at his girls.

December 3, 1968

When the ‘68 Comeback Special aired, the whole Presley household was watching. No one could say a word. The room was so quiet. Elvis’ leg was bouncing like crazy while you tried to settle his nerves. Of course, that’s when Mallory started to cry, so you went upstairs to get her. You brought her down so you didn’t miss a second of it.

“Come here little darlin’ daddy needs ya,” Elvis cooed to Mallory. She was truly a daddy’s girl. He could get her to calm down and vice versa. When the special ended, she was asleep in his arms and that’s when it hit you all at once: Mallory Love Presley was turning one in three weeks. Tears starting streaming down your face. Elvis looked to you when he heard you sniffling.

“Doll, are you ok? What’s wrong mama?” He asked while wiping away the tears. “Elvis….. she’s turning one in three weeks… our ba..ba..baby girl is growing up,” was all you managed to get out before you really started crying.

“Aw (Y/N) I know. It’s ok lil mama, let’s get my girls up to bed,” Elvis said. First Elvis went upstairs with Mallory to put her to bed, then he come back down to get you. He scooped you up in his arms and held you close to him while walking up the stairs. For the rest of the night, he held you close and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you fell asleep. Not much longer after that he fell asleep with you. This was what he dreamed of: the perfect wife and family. Little did he know, life was getting ready to change again.

#elvis presley #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis x reader #elvis fluff #austin!elvis smut #elvis fanfic #elvis smut #austin elvis smut #dad!elvis #anything for you darlin

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Dangerous Desires | Clement Mansell x Female Reader

@ilovewhiteroses gave this prompt for me to do. Thank you for adding to the brainrot. Hope you like this, my love! 🥰 Also, tagging @devilinlittlehope because you asked for more Clem content. Thanks for the interest. My asks are open (although i’m currently slow at answering right now) if you have any ideas/prompts or just wanna scream about him. :)

Prompt: well, if you can, could you write Clement and fem reader, where Sandy is away and he is at he casino, having fun and meets a waitress, reader. He is checking her out, the ystart talking, then after a while, they go to the elevator and stop it to have sex. Is this a good idea? 😄

Paring: Clement Mansell x Fem!Reader

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Clement Mansell is his own warning, PIV sex

Summary: Clement spots you working at Sandy's casino as a waitress, he takes an interest in you

The casino was bustling this evening. You brushed down your uniform, rubbing away the stains of spilt alcohol after some guy knocked it over as you handed it to him. A stray strand of hair fell in your face and you brushed it back irritatedly. Sweat dripped down your neck and into the collar of your uniform. The dress was a little bit too tight after your holiday off in Miami. Sandy was supposed to have this shift tonight, but she bailed and cancelled, so you had to walk around in heels all day and listen to men try to hit you up.

A man that had just scrolled casually into the bar area signalled you over. He was wearing a colourful shirt with pineapples on it, his blonde hair spiked on his head, a mischievous smile on his face. His eyes followed your every movement, eyeing you from head to toe. You felt yourself grow warm underneath his piercing blue gaze. Up close, this man was gorgeous. You had never seen someone come in here looking like he did. He had this coolness to him, danger lurking beneath that easy smile.

It made you want to unwrap the layers, dig deep into him, tear off his clothes right here.

His voice sent shivers down your spine. That southern drawl made your stomach twist.

“Hey darlin’. How about a whiskey on the rocks?”

You blinked at him, momentarily stunned.

“Right, sure. I'll put your order in.”

“But I want you to bring it to me personally.”

“Oh.” You swallowed. “I can do that.”

“Say, do you have a break any time soon?”

“I—” You looked around and wondered why he was so into you.

“I know you get breaks. Why don’t you take me up to where you’re staying during one of these breaks?”

He was presumptuous. Forward. Had a massive ego, which normally wouldn’t be attractive. But there was something about him.

“I can’t leave now though. It’s extremely busy.”

“I know you can’t, but I can’t wait any longer.” His eyes darkened with arousal as he took in your long legs. “I need to have you soon, baby.”

That. That voice. The way he said it, like he would die if he didn’t get his hands on you right now. It made you feel wanted. Desired. You hadn’t felt that way in so long. You nodded your head and he flashed you a wide grin, taking his hand in yours. You guided him to the elevator of the hotel that was above the casino where you were staying during your search for a new place to live.

You both entered the elevator and it closed with a soft sound. You pressed the level of your room and his eyes found yours. You weren’t even up two floors yet when he grabbed you and pressed you against the wall of the elevator. His one large hand pinned both your wrists above you and before you could say anything, his hot mouth was on yours. He kissed you furiously, like he didn't want to breathe. His tongue curled into your mouth and all words and thoughts died down on a moan.

“I said I couldn’t wait,” he whispered into your mouth.

Your body melted as his hard, toned body pressed into you, his beard scraping your jaw as he kissed and nipped down your throat.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy in this dress. Look at your legs. I’d love to see what they look like over my shoulders as I eat you out. Would you like that? I bet your pussy is already soaked.”

You moaned as he bit into you hard enough to cause a bruise. You knew your boss was going to murder you for it, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that his hands were on you, that his mouth never strayed from your skin, that he kept talking dirty to you. You arched in his grasp as he licked over the line of your collarbones, edging the strap of your uniform with his tongue. His one hand moved, the other still restraining you, as he slid the straps down and exposed your chest. You were lucky you had on expensive underwear (it was expected to show it off sometimes for work) and his eyes hooded in arousal.

“My, my, you’re even more gorgeous with your clothes off.”

His mouth immediately descended and his teeth grazed over your hardened nipple over the material of your bra. He sucked it into his warm, wet mouth. You rocked into him, body shuddering from pleasure. You wanted to moan his name and remembered you didn’t know it. He could see you were struggling for words so he said, “Name’s Clement. But you can call me Clem. Let me hear you.”

His palm came to grasp you in his strong hand, massaging, teasing. He tweaked your nipple and you moaned his name. His mouth was expertly playing with the other breast and you were so eager you couldn’t keep from wanting to play with his soft looking hair. He seemed to know exactly what you needed because he released you, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as both his hands slid down the length of your body to the end of your dress. He smoothed the edge of your dress up your legs until your panties were exposed. He clicked his tongue.

“I can already see how wet you are from here. You want me that bad, baby?”

Your knuckles tightened on the material of his shirt. Your head hit the back of the elevator when Clement dragged his fingers over your slick folds. You whimpered and he smirked, his eyes glistening. He moved his fingers over you until he found that spot, that little nub of pleasure, and circled it hard and fast with no warning. He grinned like a feral animal as you rocked into him, arching your spine, sighing his name again.

Somehow through all of this, the haze of how he knew what to do with you, he had unbuckled his belt, his cock was nudging against your entrance, and he stared you dead in the eyes.

“I want you to breathe. You can take me, darlin’. Clem’s got ya.”

In one fluid stroke, he pushed in. You all but sobbed into his neck. He fucked you with no warning, no caution, no build. Just pure insatiable need. He groaned in your ear, whispering how dirty you were fucking him like this, how wet and eager and desperate your pussy was for his cock. He pounded into you like there was no stopping him. He pulled out, just the tip throbbing, dripping with his precum, around your walls, before he fucked into you again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed at you, moaning as he bruised your waist with his one hand, the other still working your clit. “Gonna cum inside ya.” Your breath hitched, feeling yourself clench around him, reaching your peak so fast, faster than ever before.

The elevator was about to reach the destination and he rolled his hips before biting in your bare shoulder as he spilled deep and hot inside you. You could feel the cum drip down your legs as he pulled out and quickly righted himself. You were still fuck-drunk, hadn’t even finished yet, dress still rolled up your navel, breasts out, hair mused and tangled, your mouth still wide open when you were so close to finishing. The elevator doors opened and he winked at you, stepping out into the hallway. You followed him, trying to fix yourself in case anyone saw you.

“How about you show me to your room? We need to finish what we started. I ain’t done with you yet.”

#boyd hobrook #clement mansell #justified city primeval #my fic #answering asks #fic prompts #clement mansell x reader #clement mansell x fem reader #clement mansell x female reader

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lewmagoo · 1 year

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ringing in the new year ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

here’s to 2022

what a year it’s been. among everything that has taken place, one of the best decisions i made was creating this blog. in my 13+ years in fandom and different writing communities, none of them have ever been as warm or welcoming as this one. the response my writing has gotten has been overwhelming in the best way. many of you are so quick to leave comments and words of encouragement and it means more than you could ever know.

as a thank you for all the love and support, i wanted to highlight some of my favorite fics of the year. this is by no means an extensive list, and i'm sure i will miss some, because there's no way i could highlight every single great story i've read. there are too many fantastic writers in this community for me to do so.

without further adieu:

leah's 2022 library

robert floyd fics

my love, forever collection by @robertcallsignbobfloyd - this series is heart wrenching and beautiful. i find myself thinking about it again from time to time and wishing i could read it from the beginning all over again and experience all the emotions it made me feel for the first time. truly a masterpiece.

navy boy, country girl by @clints-lucky-arrow - this fic turned my world upside down, let me tell you. i love the idea of bob as a cowboy. and the line "But I hear that you’ve become quite the cowgirl. So, do what you do best, darlin’. Ride." quite literally sent me into another plane of existence. such a sexy story. delicious, really.

weather the storm by @wildbornsiren - this is such a sweet story. heartbreaking in the best way. this line: He nods, and you can feel the wet spot on your shirt from his tears. “You’re a safe place.” truly touched me deep within my soul. just a wonderful piece of writing, truly.

morning after by @mothdruid - this one is just too good. little bit of humor sprinkled throughout. also, great proponent of the #bobfucks agenda. i had such a good time reading this, and often find myself rereading it.

no shame by @beachbabey - i really have no words. just, bob with a mommy kink. what more could you ask for? gosh it's just such a fun read, and the way he's just so subby and sweet the whole time? i could die

the phone call by @sebsxphia - the anguish in this story is just so heart wrenching. it's short and to the point but manages to make you feel so many emotions at once while reading it. such a good, angsty read

rhett abbott fics

the trouble with books by @hederasgarden - god this is just so HOT. got me all flustered and warm under the collar. it never gets old, even after i've read it multiple times. i can't even describe how much i loved every minute of it (as well as part 2), you just have to read it for yourself and see.

stand by your man by @a-reader-and-a-writer - so, so good. such a great depiction of hurt/comfort. also does a great job of showcasing rhett's stubbornness. i reread this from time to time and always enjoy myself.

horsemanship by @bradshawsbitch - one of my all time favorite rhett fics! i love, love, love the idea of rhett owning a stubborn mare who only likes him and no one else. god it just makes my heart sing. i will forever adore the idea that he is soft with animals. anyway, this entire story was just such a wonderful read.

please by @h0neyfire - this is just delicious. i enjoyed every minute. just the thought of breaking rhett down and getting him all needy and desperate and pliant for you? fuck, i need to lie down.

bradley bradshaw fics

running series by @lcahwriter - this series will forever be one of my favorites. the way trauma is portrayed in this story is so gripping. sometimes, stories like this can sometimes be over dramatic or sensationalized, but this story is none of those things. very tastefully done. the moment i read the first part i was hooked.

skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight by @gretagerwigsmuse - if i were to truly say how this fic made me feel, it would just be a bunch of unintelligible keyboard smashing, because holy shit. it's so damn sexy. one of those stories you can't stop thinking about long after you've read it.

the better man by @bradshawsbaby - i really loved the way the tables were turned in this story. usually it's bradley defending the reader from some asshole's unwanted attention, but this showcased what might take place if it were the other way around and bradley's girl was defending him. such an enjoyable piece, i had such a good time reading it.

idle time by @hangmanbrainrot - the angst in this story just touches something deep within my soul. such a great depiction of bradley's struggles while he has time off. it was something so relatable and personal to me.

jake seresin fics

i and love and you by @halfway-happyyy - this one hurt so good. the way hurt and betrayal is portrayed in this is so emotionally stirring. this story fully made me cry as i was reading it. so worth the read.

who did this to you? by @justfandomwritings - this is probably one of my favorite stories born out of the who did this to you? trope. the situation is portrayed so well. it's not over the top either. very well done.

fair game by @sunlightmurdock - when i tell you this one knocked me the fuck out!!! my jaw dropped. SO good. if you love drama you will LOVE this. jake is such a bitch and it's wonderful.

if devotion is a river (then i'm floating away) by @seasonsbloom - i'm at a bit of a loss for words with this one. it is truly breathtaking. every time i read it, it's like i'm reading it for the first time all over again. it's like reading poetry. absolutely wonderful.

there are so many more i could mention, but this post would never end if i did so, so i'll keep it brief. thank you all for your contributions. such talented, talented people.

extra shoutout to my lovely mutuals 🥰

@withahappyrefrain @wildbornsiren @rhettabbotts @roosterforme @roostache @robertcallsignbobfloyd @rooster-bradshaw @thesluttyarchivist @theharddeck @topguncortez @top-gun-rooster @imjess-themess @sebsxphia @sunlightmurdock @shouldershimmycity @floyd-luvr @gretagerwigsmuse @glodessa @halfway-happyyy @hangmanapologist @hausofobsession @hangmanbrainrot @lcahwriter @victoriapedrcttis @bobfloydsbabe @bussyslayer333 @bebetriste @notyoursbutlewis @notroosterbradshaw @mothdruid @mayhem24-7forever @milesmillergf ✨

#fic recs #top gun fanfiction #happy new year #leah's 2022 library

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maxpaulll · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

I was tagged by @agentplutonium who knows I absolutely despise tag games so I'm doing this out of spite.

I will not tag anyone because I don't know who to tag and don't want to but you can feel free to use this as an excuse to do it if you want.

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

3 because I don't write often and I orphaned all my old fandom ones

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

hhhhhh uhm... 5,403 because again, I don't write often. When I do it's just a one shot cause that's all I can commit to.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Redacted Audio, and you can't prove any other fandom /lh

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm gonna rank these but I don't have enough so they all get featured, Get rekt losers.

#1 is Adventure of the Mates' Night Out. This is just a silly little one shot abt the Shaw Pack mates & Baabe being cool as heck B]

#2 is Family Gets Nicknames which is a short lil angst fic about Quinn taking Angel & Tank/Darlin' not being able to do anything about it. Technically it's unfinished but I wouldn't expect an update

#3 is The Stars Are Gone Now. It is my FAVOURITE AND YOU ALL ARE COWARDS FOR NOT LIKING IT/J. It's about Imp!Vega's death and Pet's grief. I love it more than life itself but it's pretty heavy and a lesser beloved pairing so I understand why it's not super popular.

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes, if I'm feeling silly

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Stars are gone now. Hands down. Pets stuck in Vega's room with no idea what's going on during the rebellion. The only solace they have is the lights on the ceiling which relieve them that Vega is still alive... until he's not. (family get's nickames is kinda sad too but it was written to be more panicky. I write a lot of angst because it helps me deal with my 🌟feelings🌟)

7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Mates' Night Out!!! It ends with everybody being fine and Baabe being super sexy n cool but I should give a TW for mild violence, sexual harassment and swearing <3

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Not as far as I know?

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Once when I was like 15 and then never again. I'm no good at it.

10 - Do you write crossovers?

Nope <3

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No?? I wouldn't know

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope <3

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. In high school. On a twitter thread. With Pluto.

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

I will die for Imp!Vega & Pet, I would give my life for Imp!Freelancer & Vindemiator, and I will kiss Gavin & Freelancer on their sweet little heads.

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I started writing this AU about Detective!Milo & Thief!Sweetheart that never made it past planning in gdocs but I think it would be cool to finish but I don't think I'll ever get there. There's also this one Playlist plotline I made because I wanted people to be able to see what I was thinking about when I listened to the songs. Making that into a finished fic would be cool but I don't have it in me. If you wanna read it, the link is here.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I think my descriptions are my strong suit? I feel like my dialogue can be lacking but I feel good about my visualizations of scenes n stuff.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely making anything more than a one shot. I just don't have that level of commitment for something. When I write stuff it's because I'm in the moment and feeling what I'm writing. If I have to sit down and come back to it I lose my mojo.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'd feel way more comfortable doing if I or someone I knew understood/spoke the language. I don't trust google translate for that.

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Listen. Wattpad was a place... where I wrote Good Omens things. BUT WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THE DARK TIMES.

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

THE. STARS. ARE. GONE. NOW. IT'S MY BABY, MY BELOVED, MY POOKIE DOODLE. AND I WORKED HARD ON IT. YOU SHOULD READ IT (If you wanna) AND THEN CRY ABT IT WITH ME. Or not, I don't really care /lh

okay thats all

#redacted audio #I hate these things #but also #sometimes I forget that people don't know I'm a triple threat (artist; amatuer VA; AND writer #anyways toodles!

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miamierre · 1 year

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OTP asks: 8, 22, 28 for piarles and maxiel please ❤️

hi darlin!!! i dont dabble in maxiel often so let's see how i do w/these! hehe

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

for piarles: it's either wildly dramatic or ignored to the point of danger. like, if charles has a stomachache or feels a little bit stuffy, he is laid up on the couch moaning about how life is so unfair, and how he forgets what being healthy is like, and that pierre has to give him a back massage because i will die without it, pierrot, please with a wide, dewy gaze that pierre just rolls his eyes at (but concedes to). however. if charles is running a fever, he's going to ignore it until pierre has to physically wrangle him to bed because he will work through it like it's just a little cold. this all works for pierre, too--the number of foot rubs charles has given him when he's feeling "achy and exhausted, charlo" is too high to count.

for maxiel: i feel like max is the more high-strung one of the two of them when it comes to being sick? daniel, to me, feels like someone who worries but does it quietly - he'll tuck max into bed and be gentle w/him, but he's not gonna make a whole scene about max not drinking the tea he's supposed to be drinking to rest up. (he always wants max to rest, i feel, too - is always worried about him running himself ragged.) but max takes daniel being sick PERSONALLY. he's gonna give his professional medical opinion and not take no for an answer. he worries audibly, he will wake daniel up to drink said tea because "it works best when you drink it on time" even though daniel mumbles some sleepy protest. daniel will be like "oh, anything else, doctor" trying to be sexy and flirty and max just shuts him down immediately because yes there is something else. always.

22. What reminds each of their partner?

for piarles: bc theyre lifelong best friends, literally anything. ridiculous twitter memes, a funny looking plant in a garden they walked by (it's u / shut up texts) - sometimes poetry, although usually it's charles sending it to pierre and it's usually bad poetry, which pierre will make him read back to him the next time they're together.

for maxiel: max associates daniel w/bright, vibrant colors and cowboys (obviously, because thats his brand) but i also feel like he'll associate daniel w/like. lilies. just, the whole variety of the flower. they're beautiful and they're so unique in their style and color variety. he tells daniel this one time and daniel tackles him in some kind of watery hug-kiss mess of affection. as far as daniel goes, i think he associates max with little yappy dogs (affectionate) (max whacks him in the shoulder every time he makes that association and daniel just laughs along w/it) and chubby little blond babies. he's obsessed w those baby photos of max. every single cute fat lil toddler they see when they're out together, daniel will go "look. it's you" and max rolls his eyes. a sleeper pick: daniel thinks of max during sunset/the dusky parts of the evening. loud with color at the beginning, but faded into quietness by the time night rolls around.

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

for piarles: oh absolutely. both in the genuinely sweet way, and also in the stupid way. again: lifelong friends, which means they will just call each other anything. slap a "my" in front of it and i guarantee you pierre has called charles that.

for maxiel: i feel like they could go either way? i imagine daniel has the potential to be a real sap about it, but he also could just stick to calling max "maxy" and "baby" for the rest of their lives and be settled. i cannot read max for the life of me. maybe he secretly loves the petnames but likes to play it cool? daniel teases it out of him eventually but. yeah

gotta be honest i have 0 read on whether ANY of my maxiel was fanon-compliant so forgive me if i swung and missed at any of this LMAO. ty for the ask bb!

#piarles #10 x 16 #maxiel #ask meme #ask reply #Anonymous

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yeslieutenant · 2 years

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Put It Back On

So I just wrote my first smut in like 3 years so be gentle, I guess? (Unless you are Jason. Then be anything but gentle.)

Warnings: Smut. Literally the closest thing I have ever written to nasty without plot. No beta so mistakes are all mine.

The air smells like heat, sweat, and sex. Pants and gasps rang through the small living room, the couple still trying to regain their breath after their recent cardio on the couch.

My chest stuck to his slightly, my legs on either side of his hips. His heart hammered in his chest, clear and strong against my ear as we caught our breath. His hands rubbed soothing circles on my back, helping calm my own racing heart. His chest rumbles with a chuckle, and I raise my head to lock eyes with him, a dimpled smile gracing his features.

“What’s got you chuckling?” I say, my own smile making an appearance.

“Nothing, just realizing how much I like it when you ride me.” The shit-eating grin on his face is enough to make me roll my eyes as I stand from the couch on wobbly legs. Jason slides a hand towards me, resting it on my hip to steady me.

“You good, darlin?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking,” I say, sass laced in my tone. As I speak though, my legs buck underneath me.

“Woah, ‘kay doll, lay back down please,” Jason asks, concern becoming evident. He sits up, grabbing my waist and pulling my ass back onto the couch.

“I was just gonna get some water.” I pout as I start to stand again, only to be stopped by the marine.

“I got it, Y/N. Rest those legs, cowgirl.” He says with a wink before standing and strutting into the nearby kitchen, giving me a nice view of his toned ass as he does. I remain sitting and glance around the homey living room. The coffee table still has our partially eaten supper and half drank glasses of wine resting untouched on its surface. It also has an empty condom wrapper sitting on it too, as evidence of our distraction. The lounge clothes we had donned for this lazy evening were in a pile on the floor, and I see Jason’s hat. I giggle and lean forward to grab the grey cap from its resting place near the clothes and place it on my head. I recline back on the couch, more giggles spilling from my lips as I hear Jason’s footsteps heading back towards me.

“That sounds like an evil giggle, doll.” I can hear the smile in the way he talks, and the moment his chocolate eyes lock with mine, I whip out my best southern accent.

“I’m Jason Kolchek and I’m super badass and have a sexy accent and an even sexier body.” I manage to drawl out before I lose the accent in a fit of giggles. It takes a number of minutes for my laughter to die out, but when I glance up, Jason is still staring at me, and he is not smiling. I immediately panic and sit up, pulling the hat from my head. I push the hat towards him and cast my eyes downward. This hat means a lot to him and I shouldn’t have fucked around with it.

“I’m sorry Jason.”

“Put it back on.” The words surprise me, and when I finally look back up at him, I realize the look I thought was anger was most definitely lust. The cup of water in his hand has definitely been long forgotten, his eyes locked on mine still. “Don’t make me ask again, sweetheart.” His tone sends a shiver down my spine as I do what he asked, gingerly placing the cap back on my head. Jason strides towards me, setting the cup next to the half-full wine glasses. He kneels on the floor and pulls my hips towards his mouth, flinging my legs over his broad shoulders.

“I wanna watch you fall apart.” His voice has dropped back to the husky tone he had less than 20 minutes ago, his accent thick and oh so warm. He leans forward and swirls his tongue over my clit, drawing a pleased gasp from my throat already. His finger pokes at my entrance, sliding in easily, where he rubs the spot inside that makes my toes curl. His tongue combined with that consistent pressure against my g-spot pushes me towards the edge faster than I expect, and it takes everything I have not to cream all over him when he adds a second finger.

“I want you to come for me, doll.” The vibrations from his voice against me are what push me over, and moments after he speaks, I squeeze his fingers, his name a gasping chant falling from my lips. He works me through the orgasm, his tongue continuing to make lazy circles across my clit and his fingers slowing considerably. Once the shaking of my thighs has finally stopped, Jason pulls back, his lopsided grin visible from where I sit, once again catching my breath. His lips are on mine before I have a moment to process, and I can taste myself. Jason turns us so my body is fully on the couch again, and he’s hovering over me, his hips slotted between mine. His erection rests on my pubic bone, hard again despite how recently he came.

“You look so fucking sexy, wearing nothing but my hat. Got me all worked up, doll.” He all but growls, chest heaving. He sits up, slotting his cock at my entrance before sliding in again. I groan, always needing a moment to readjust to his size. I grasp at his forearms, needing something to ground myself as his hips pull back, only to push forward again. A squeak leaves my throat as he fills me again and again, his own grunts and groans mingling with mine. One hand comes to rest against my hip, thumb finding my clit easily and beginning to rub quick circles on the nub as his other hand pulls one of my legs over his shoulder. Jason quickens his pace, thrusts growing sloppier with every press back into me. I let my eyes slip shut in pleasure before I feel his hand on my jaw and I open them again.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous. I wanna see your face when you come.” His hand returns to my clit, rubbing it with a precision only Jason fucking Kolchek can do. The hand that was holding my leg to his chest has shifted downwards, and I see a smirk appear on his face before he presses that hand to my lower stomach, which pushes him into that sweet spot inside me. I scream his name once more as I tighten around him, and he struggles to continue thrusting until he pushes forward and stills, his head coming down to rest on my neck as he reaches his peak.

Jason keeps his weight off of me, his hot breath fanning over my neck and shoulder as he gasps for breath. As soon as we have both taken enough steadying breaths, his chest rumbles with laughter again.

“I got your water, sweetheart.”

“That you did,” I say with a laugh of my own. Jason sits up and begins to pull himself from inside me when I am hit with a sudden realization.

“Jason, were you wearing a condom?”

#jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader #house of ashes fanfic #i wrote this in one sitting #wtf am i doing

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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OKAY SIS HEAR ME OUT! flatmate!matty scenario where they've spent the first couple of nights cuddled up together and it's been very hot and intimate, no kissing or sex though. the reader is obviously worked up af when they wake up because matty is just holding her TIGHT and whispering sweet nothings to her ear all morning and it's just so sexy and does not help her horny state at all. she wants to take a shower before breakfast so matty suggests that he'd be more than happy to prepare the breakfast while she's in the shower. he's so cute asking her what she wants to have and making a very detailed mental list about her wishes. so she goes to take the shower and her entire body is just ACHING for matty so she starts touching herself while she's in there and of course, matty has some sort of a question about what fruits she wants to have with her yoghurt and goes ask her that but hears the shower run and her MOANING and whimpering behind the door so he's like oh-......OH!!! he rushes back to the kitchen cause he doesn't want to be a perv (it's way too early to ask if she need any help with what she's up to). she finishes herself and the shower and goes to the kitchen in matty's robe, all fresh and cute and matty triple checks if he got her breakfast wishes right and she's like oh yes, babe it's perfect <3 and then he admits to her that he came to ask what sort of fruits she'd wanted to have with her yoghurt but heard the shower already run so he didn't want to bother her and just added every fruit he could think of (which she finds so cute cause there's almost more fruits than the yoghurt itself). she realises matty heard her touching herself while moaning his name and her cheeks start heating up and so does matty's and they're just so cute and shy about it. neither one of them brings it up, however, until they actually have sex. idk i'm sorry this is so long but WHAT DO YOU THINK OMG!

i think this is incred and if you wrote it i would read it!!

but yeah like idk how you two do it - you share a bed with matty all the time and then wake up and have deeply intimate chats while snuggling him and you're NOT a couple??? madness. it does get to you - you wake up h word (which is a normal thing btw) in matty's bed one morning and you're literally clenching every muscle in your body to stop yourself moaning and/or grinding on him involuntarily while he's all gravelly-voiced and sleepy and pliable and messy-haired and warm and almost-fucking-NAKED spooning you. so you're like "is it cool if i have the shower first?" just to escape the sitch and matty's like "of course darlin', i'll get started on breakfast while you're in. what d'you fancy? still got some of that honey left from when you had that awful hayfever (a.n. look at me with my easter eggs! taylor jenkins reid found d*ed! that was a joke btw), maybe something with that?", and you're like oh shit i'm horny AND lovesick for him i am going to die ANYWAY "iced coffee, yoghurt and some honey mixed in with fruit at the side, please, babe". and matty's like "ooh. raspberries? strawberries? blueberries? kiwi?" literally listing everything you bought in your aldi haul yesterday lol, and you make your decision and matty literally repeats it back to you totally seriously to make sure it's right (like the former chinese-restaurant delivery boy he is lmao) and goes "ok sweetheart you hop in the shower and i'll start assembling it", and you're like "perfect thank you babe i won't be long!". but then when he's in the kitchen, matty gets so distracted thinking about how cute you are that he's like "wait. did she want raspberries or strawberries?" and scoots along to the bathroom to ask, but stops dead in his tracks when he hears you WHINING his name and swearing over the sound of the shower - bless you, it all got too much for you and you literally had no choice but to use that removeable showerhead on yourself to relieve the desire a bit. i think matty's first thought would be a very horny mental image of you all naked and soapy and sexual, but then he's like oh fuck ew i'm not a creep not a weirdo but what the hell am i doing here i can't ask her about her fruit choices now and heads back to the kitchen, where he makes an executive decision to put raspberries in your breakfast and tries not to imagine what you were doing to yourself (he fails miserably). and like you said, you wander in looking very relaxed (😉) and cute in a robe you stole from matty (who stole it from a hotel) and go "ooh this looks amazing!" and matty's like "you're sure i did it right? with the raspberries?", and you're like "yes? we double checked it?" and matty goes all bashful like "i got distracted and forgot what it was you said lol i did go to the bathroom to try and catch you pre-shower to ask, but i could hear the water when i got closer so i just left it". and at first you're like "aww" and then internally you're like OH SHIT HE HEARD ME MOAN HIS NAME and yeah breakfast is a little bit quieter that morning than usual lol. and yeah, i think matty would ABSOLUTELY take the piss a little bit when he eventually reveals he heard you that day, and you facepalm and almost die of embarrassment - that is, until matty appeases you by asking you to shower with him and show him what you were getting up to that morning, which you happily do before he rails you over the bathroom counter lol <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #smutty asks #flatmate!matty

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