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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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could you do ghost being with someone on the team who’s just so innocent and naive it makes him wonder why they chose the job she has, like her callsign is angel, she puts her hair in braids when she’s allowed to, she puts little bows in her hair sometimes, she’s respectful etc

of course :) here's a quick little drabble I hope it fits what you had in mind

warnings: fluff, description of violence, mention of alcohol, mention of blood

The team got called in around midnight, everyone making their way to the base as quickly as possible, Ghost and you got there around 12:13, your appearances as a stark contrast to each other. He's drenched in black, face hidden from prying eyes behind the skull, looming and feared, you, on the other hand, showed up with your hair pulled back into french braids that ended in small buns behind your ears, a tank top covering your chest that had a small bow sitting between your breasts.

The two of you made your way into the conference room, Ghost finding his usual spot on the back wall while you greeted the team.

"G'mornin Angel" Soap greets, purposely avoiding Ghost's glare while he shamelessly eyes your form, "Little frilly for the field no?" He says pointing toward your top, you playfully push at his shoulder as you find your seats.

Price had given your mission assignments, a small hideout in the States was housing illegal weapons and you had to reclaim them.

You changed into your tactical gear and got into the plane, sitting between Ghost and Soap, fortunately, Soap liked to talk so the ride went quickly, the two of you chatting about your home life, Soap had recently gotten a dog and you were completely jealous, Simon designating your home pet free for the time being.

You landed and got started on the mission, following as Ghost took lead, clearing the building without a hitch while you followed behind, shooting down anyone in your sights. There were a few more enemies than you expected, having to use your knife on a few, effectively covering your gear in blood.

You completed the mission, boarding back onto the plane to return home, Ghost stares at you, the spatter of blood covering your soft cheek, it always confused him, why you decided to join the force, you were so soft, delicate when you were with him, he trusted your capability in the field, your skill saving his life a few times, but off the field, you wouldn't hurt a fly.

Touching down on base you decide to take a shower before going home, not wanting the dirt and blood on you to stain or transfer onto anything. You step out a few minutes later noticing Ghost sitting on one of the benches in the locker room.

"You know you can't be in here"

"Wanted to make sure you were okay"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugs, turning and handing you a bag of clothes, you grab it and begin dressing yourself, brightly coloured sweats tugged onto your body before you cover your chest with a lace-trimmed tank top.

"That's why"

You furrow your brows in question.

"You're just very, innocent"

"Innocent?"

"I've seen you take out a room of men without breaking a sweat yet when we're home, everything is daisies and bows, it confuses me how you can be so kind and warm with a job like this"

You think about his words,

"It confuses me how somehow as nice as you would want to be with someone like me"

"Simon,"

You move forward to hold his face in your hands, a soft smile on your face, "My job is bloody and violent, and that's exactly why I am the way I am, it's nice to be - what'd you call it? Soft - it lets me forget about all the horrible things out in the world"

You reach down to kiss him, "And in regards to you, you aren't a dark person, you're thoughtful, generous, funny" You emphasize each word with a kiss.

"I just don't want them to take advantage of you," He says

"I doubt they'll even try when you're five feet away from me"

He huffs a laugh before the two of you make your way into the hall, greeted by the rest of the 141

"We're all going to the pub, care to join lovebirds"

Ghost grimaces at Soaps term,

"Of course," You say

You spend a few hours in the bar, the men all sipping on variations of whiskey while you sit with some fruity concoction between your hands.

"So what's with the bows," Soap asks, his words slurred

A small huh comes from you,

He gestures his hand in your direction, "Last week, you showed up with wee bows in your hair"

"Oh, um, I just thought they looked nice," You say suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.

"They were cute lass"

A small smile creeps onto your face, "Well thank you"

"Can't have them in the field" Price says

"Of course Captain" You nod at him, trying to be serious but a small fit of giggles overtakes you, your laughter transferring to Soap and Gaz as they start laughing.

"I'm serious, your callsign might be Angel but you can't be skipping around on a mission"

You nod at him, feeling Ghost's hand on the small of your back while he leans into you,

"I think it's time we head home," He says, turning to look at the team now getting tired, you nod at him.

"We're gonna head out, see you all tomorrow" Your words are met with boos from Soap and Gaz,

"C'mon lass we've barely started"

"Johnny you're half asleep"

"Am not LT"

You giggle at the exchange, Ghost's arm snaking around your waist before pulling you out,

"G'night Angel!" Soap yells and Ghost lets a small grunt leave his mouth,

"Be nice Simon"

"I'll knock that stupid haircut off his head if he keeps flirting with you"

You laugh at his words, resting your head against his form while the two of you make your way home.

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leclercstarrs · 9 months

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jealous girl, maggie greene.

summary: in which you and your wife visit the sanctuary after the war, but some of the saviors take a liking to you!

warnings: fem!reader and not yet proof read!

notes: most of my fics are gn!neutral but this was part of the request! the request was anon so i hope this finds you bby and ty for the lovely request, maggie is one of my favs too!

Now that the war is over and Negan’s living in a cell, the remaining Saviors are left in Daryl’s care at the sanctuary. Your wife isn’t all that happy about this, but the two of you decide to go to the sanctuary with Rick and Daryl in order to help keep things in order.

Rick finishes his speech to the people in the building, then taking Daryl upstairs to discuss things. Meanwhile, you and Maggie walk around the rundown factory, watching the Saviors sort their cans of food.

“Well, hello there.” A voice catches your attention, making you turn around. Your greeted by a man with his hair half-tied up, wearing a grey sleeveless tank top. You shake your head and laugh at him, knowing he has no chance, your wife just a bit in front of you, talking to another Savior. “What’s funny, baby?” He grins, letting out a small laugh of his own. You let out a long sigh, “I’m taken.” You put your hand directly in front of his face, showing off the nice ring Maggie managed to get for you back at the prison. “Oh, I see.” He nods, pausing for a moment. He’s making it seem like he’s going to back off, but he proves you wrong when he opens his smug mouth again.

“Does that really have to stop us?” The man mumbles. “Us?” You raise an eyebrow. “I’ll stop you.” Maggie suddenly walks up to the two of you, “Hey, I’m her wife.” She seethes. The guy looks shocked, simply walking away as the girl stares him down. “Hot.” You joke, Maggie snaking an arm around your waist, letting the other guys that were staring you down know you’re hers.

This doesn’t seem to stop some of the men, however, as another one approaches you now that you’re once again separated from Maggie. This time, Rick and Daryl are surrounding you, the three of you discussing the future of the sanctuary. “Hey, ma.” The unknown man smirks, interrupting Rick. “Excuse me?” Rick glares at him. “Oh, you her husband?” The guy backs up a bit. “Nah, but she’s married and you’re a pervert, so back up.” Daryl defends you this time. “Oh, so you’re the husband?” He laughs.

You scoff, “I don’t have a husband, dumbass, I have a wife.”

“Oh, ya like girls?” His tone grosses you out even more than before.

“I like my wife, now go sort your food cans with the other’s before I starve your ass and take them.” You huff. He rolls his eyes and storms off.

“We aren’t going back there.” Maggie presses her lips into a firm line as the two of you enter your shared home, back from the trip to the sanctuary. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” You laugh, still feeling icky after the situation. “I’m serious, those men are pigs, all up on you like that.” Your wife takes off her flannel jacket and tosses it on the ottoman in the small living room as you grab a snack from the pantry. Taking a bite into a cookie, you raise an eyebrow, “Are you okay?” You ask her. She’s obviously not, she’s still seething after everything, angrily sitting down on the couch and sulking like a toddler that was denied a candy bar. “I’m fine.” She mumbles with her smooth southern accent. “You’re not fine, stop being like that.” You join her on the couch, offering her a cookie, which she denies. You eat the cookie instead, “You know you’re my wife, right? You’re the only one for me.” You turn to face her, looking into her beautiful green eyes, a small smile starting to form on her face. “I love you, hm?” You press small kisses all on her face until you reach her lips, waiting for her to say the phrase back. “I love you too.” She laughs. “Good.” You kiss her lips.

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0xstarzx0 · 2 months

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DANCING QUEEN |ONE-SHOT|

Drew Starkey x Reader

{OPEN COMMAND}

synopsis: Y/N has always managed to scare the men who tried to seduce her, but Drew is determined to be the first to fail to scare

[english is not my native language .❗️❗️]

tw: smut, felation, sex, penetration, raw language, abuse, unprotected sex, vaginal sex.

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"You really had to do this?" asks Camilla, your best friend. "I told you I didn’t want to come, he was sticky, and besides, when he talked to me, he looked at my boobs. He’s a big jerk." You say while lighting a cigarette.

"You threw your glass in her face and threatened to cut off her balls!" she said, shocked at your behavior last week.

"You’re not fucking kidding," said your best friend, Trevor. Half choking so much he’s laughing.

"Seriously, aren’t you tired of being alone?" Camilla asks.

You drink your drink, knowing already what kind of speech you will have the right.

"You go home by yourself, no one gives you a gift-" That’s not true, Trevor does!" You laugh and Trevor throws you that means "not now" with his disapproving head movement.

"Seriously Y/N when is the last time you have sex?" you blush instantly and sigh.

you drink your shot and get up. " For starters, I haven’t had sex in six months" Shit, you thought it was less serious in your head.

"I’ve decided, do you really think an asshole could have this?" you show your body as a trophy." And then I’m not determined to be in a relationship with someone who wouldn’t be able to help me when I need it."

Your ex was a first-class asshole, he put you through hell. He stole your money a hundred times, let his friends insult you with all the names and if you retaliate it was like you insulted his mother personally, and he didn’t care what you wanted, he took it without your consent 99% of the time

And when you weren’t his docile bitch he didn’t hesitate to hit you or threaten you.

You left him eight months ago now, threatened to press charges if he didn’t leave you. Luckily your threats scared him and left you.

You chase away bad thoughts and you take a tone that wants to be funny " and then anyway, the only people I want in my bed, are old rich grandpa who are easily manipulated who will give me their money when they die." You smile cheerfully before heading to the bar.

You come to the bar and you order from the bartender, Calvin, three shots of tequila.

You turn your head when you see three guys talking together, two blondes and a brown guy. The three of them are chatting, you detail them one by one and one particular catches your attention.

He’s tall, thin with shaved hair. His arms are big and veiny. You watch his abs fit perfectly to his white tank top.

"Hey, honey, you got a little name?" asks a heavy guy who just arrived.

You wave your hands to say you are “mute” and he nods and apologizes.

He orders and Calvin gives you your three shots. "Thank you my favorite bartender!" you say drinking one of the three. The three men laugh and try to hide their laughter when he sees the head of the heavy guy.

"You’re not mute Then I can know your pretty name," said the stranger. Calvin looks at you like Trevor, his boyfriend. A disapproving head movement.

You smile at Calvin and then your face gets bored when you look at the unknown again. "Calvin, can you pass me the meter?" You ask not to let go of the man’s gaze.

He gives it to you and you start taking it out until 6,1 He looks intrigued by what you show him.

"My ex was 6.1, if you do more than him I’ll let you buy me a drink!" you say cheerful.

He stands next to the meter, For his greatest happiness it is more than 6'1, your face becomes jaded.

"So you want a shot?" he asks, smiling with all his teeth.

Well, you only have one more option.

"Yes, but first, my name is Y/N and I have three cats: Kitty, Daphne and Omar, I am Cancer but I do not go out with the: belier, capricorn, Pisces and Taurus." You say without leaving time to understand. He opens his mouth as you speak.

"I want to get married in... 1 year and have four children, so what? You miss me having a drink!" you say happy grabbing his arm.

he abruptly takes off his arm and leaves without turning. You turn to Calvin and he sighs. I do not understand why you reject all the men who approach you " he says exasperated.

"I didn’t reject him, he left all alone!" you say defending yourself, one of the three men of earlier laughs, the blond, Mister big arm.

Calvin looks at him with fascination, as if he were in front of a super star.

You leave laughing at yourself.

You were Camilla sitting in your seats when your flagship music started.

Dancing Queen, you got up and took it with you to the dance floor.

You dance with her, you do the choreography she and you invented when you meet the blond eyes of earlier.

You stop each of your movements and Camilla looks at you strangely. she turns her head or you look. And her eyes turn into admiration.

Ok this guy is beautiful, but from there to admire him like a god. It’s weird.

"Oh fuck Y/N! Drew Starkey is here and he’s looking at you!"

"WHO THE FUCK IS DREW STARKEY ??"

You’d like to yell at her instead you nod, Drew is so well-built that your eyes can’t help but look at his body instead of his eyes.

She takes your hand and trotts in her direction. Your eyebrows instantly frown and you curse her because even before you try to run away you are already in front of the three men.

"Hi!" she begins, you raise your eyes to heaven. " I’m Camilla and she’s my best friend Y/N I just wanted to know if I could take a picture with you, I’m a big fan of outer banks!"

"Yes, of course!" Camilla smiles and approaches them, she stands between them and looks at you." Y/N? " she says firmly.

You turn the head to look innocently. "Yes?" you say "The picture? please.".

You take your phone and position it correctly. You notice that Drew is not looking at the lens but in your direction. Eh Mister big arms could you look at the lens, please?" You lean your head to the side.

You open your eyes wide when you realize what you just said. In front of your reaction he laughs, as if you were just both.

You come to your senses and take the picture for Camilla. Once finished you tell her and she insists that you take one with them. You refuse several times by saying that you had not seen the show but she pushes you towards them by saying that one that you would have seen the show you will be happy to have a photo with these actors.

She forces you to put yourself right for the photo, the blond on your left, the brown on your right and Drew behind you. Oh my god, you can feel his breath on your ear.

When the picture is taken, you run to the toilet, too embarrassed to stay longer.

You walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror, Fuck, you’re red like a tomato. You don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol you drank or the fact that Drew triggered something in you that no one had ever done.

You try to calm down when the door opens. You turn your head and has your greatest regret or happiness- you do not know what you want- Drew is there smiling when you turn away the look too embarrassed.

"Is there a problem?" You ask when you put on your femme fatale mask.

"No, should be?" He sees clearly in your game and has you way of acting, he tries to destabilize you and god only knows that he can do it.

You don’t answer his question and look at the mirror in front of you, it puts your hair back in place when you see its reflection move to get on the door right behind you.

"If you try to flirt with me your way sucks." You say barely audible.

" I don’t need to flirt with you because I meet all your criteria.". Shit. He heard you.

You turn and frown, he continues:

"I am 6'3, I love animals, I am scorpion. Marriage is an event that can happen quickly in a relationship if you are sure you want to and I want children but I can negotiate for three." He says he’s sure.

You smile sincerely before bursting into a sweet laugh.

Drew’s heart tightens, was he falling in love with a girl he had just met? probably yes, but love at first sight exists no? If you thought about it, why not.

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You spent the whole night laughing with Drew leaving her co-stars with your best friend, who was happy you were having fun with someone other than her or Trevor.

When he offered to take you home you wanted to refuse but, without really knowing why, you did not hesitate and accepted on the spot.

When you got to your apartment door, you felt the atmosphere was palpable. Your desire to throw itself on him was immense and the desire that he undressed you invaded his mind.

So when you threw yourself on his lips he answered your kiss by dipping his tongue in your mouth you went back into your apartment glued to his lips, he closed the door with his foot.

He grabbed you from the back of the thighs with his big hands and carried you. He threw you on the couch and stood on top of you. while continuing to kiss you.

You started to undo his belt when he simply tore your t-shirt causing him a painful erection, which could only be cured by you.

He began to wrap your breast with his lips, you moaned while he was not even in you.

You managed to take off his jeans and touch him through his boxer causing him a growl.

You put your hands on his chest and pushed his away calmly, causing his to misunderstand you.

You went into your bathroom and took a rubber band and made yourself a ponytail and knelt right in front of him. you lowered his boxer and he dropped his head back when you put your mouth on its length. kissing her before taking her whole in your mouth

you started to go and come with your head when he looked down at you, trying to maintain eye contact. He likes it.

When you felt his dick shaking in your mouth he took you away, despite the fact that you were soaked, you wanted to feel it in you.

He grabbed you by the arms to position you just above him. he approached your ear and said:

"I want to come into this little pussy that I’ve been thinking about since I saw its owner."

You blush in front of his words and he starts to take off your cyclist. your panties are completely wet and he knows it.

When he sees your little red panties he gets even harder. He takes it off and without even warning you he pushes his cock inside your folds deeply. causing a sharp moan from you.

He maintained eye contact with you throughout his deep, frantic thrusts. Every time you closed your eyes or looked away, he grabbed your jaw and said, "You wanted to play, so let’s play."

your nails dig on the bare skin of his abs, and his hands grab your hips as he kisses your breasts always holding your eyes in his.

you feel your orgasm coming when your moans get stronger and you move faster on him. he accelerates his thrusts." Come on, come on my dick I’ve been waiting for this from the beginning" you squirt on his dick and it comes, pulling long lines of sperms into you.

You take yourself away from him, legs trembling, chest and neck full of hickeys. You sit next to him, grabbing his arm and positioning your head on it. He turns the head to see how much you have been subjected to him. He smiles when he notices your little body trying to resume normal breathing without him realizing it.

"My room is down the hall on the right." You just say, he gets up his hands on your back and behind your thighs and lifts you up.

Once in the Chamber he puts you on the bed then settles next to you, he pulls you towards him and puts one of his legs on your thigh and you fall asleep against the other.

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The next day when you open your eyes you see him lying next to you, you have not changed position and in addition you managed to sleep all night while usually you wake up in the middle. You don’t know but in any case you would like this moment to last forever.

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rolling-storm-writing · 1 year

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A Night Alone: John Price x Top!Mreader

A/N: When the rest of the 141 is out goofing off it gives you and Price a much-needed night alone.

(I literally wrote this in an hour and I’ve never written for this man so all comments and critiques are welcome!!)

>>> 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

Alone time was a hard thing to come by one base, something was always happening and there was never any true peace to be found. Sure you could get some nearby apartment or a home out somewhere but it wouldn’t come close to living with your boys. You joined the 141 on a temporary assignment four years ago, and now you were practically stuck with this cluster fuck of a group.

In that time you managed to spark a romance with a certain captain and now neither of you could get enough of the other. Price wasn’t a man to keep secrets but somehow no one managed to notice the relationship between you and him. For a long time he thought he’d never find that special someone until you came to swoop him off his feet, he wasn’t really into other men but was certainly into you.

Your tall stature, beautiful smile, and funny personality made you hard to ignore. And he fell for you harder than he’d care to admit and he certainly was happy for it. All of that left you becoming the second father of the 141 and all of the craziness that came with it.

So when the power went out and all the food in the fridge spoiled it was you and Price that went out to buy some more food. Everyone else elected to go spend a day or two in town leaving you and your sweet captain more than enough time alone together. “Pulp or no pulp?” he asked, holding up the two cartons of orange juice. You were much too focused on him to hear what he said, your eyes preferring to linger on his biceps that looked phenomenal in your gray tank top. Your id tags hanging right between those beautiful pecs and he was even wearing your favorite sweats that left little to the imagination…

You were quickly knocked out of your trance went he pressed the cold carton on your arm, “you eye fucking me in the middle of the store-” he grumbled as you swatted the cold juice away. “You look good, what can I say,” the humor in your voice soon enough brought a smile to his face as he shook away the blush across his cheeks. You were quick to follow after him as the two of you continued shopping, his lustful glances obvious as he watched you reach the loaf of bread on the high shelf just above him.

The ride back to base wasn’t any better as your passenger prince rubbed his palm along your thigh the whole car ride back to base. Even as you carried the groceries in he made it a point to watch you with a cigar in hand and his tea in the other. “How hot do I look right now?” you asked him as Price looked at you over his cup, “real good, you look real good baby…”

Maybe it was the way he looked at you from the couch or how you took a drag from his cigar that set everything off. Price was in your arms, legs wrapped around your waist as you hoisted him up into the air, hands tangled in your hair, and his lips hungrily capturing yours. Eventually, you both stumble into your room and he’s quick to push you onto the bed, fingers eagerly working the buttons of your trousers open.

He looks absolutely beautiful on his knees, those beautiful eyes staring right back at you “so beautiful” you whisper to him. No matter how many times Price would never grow tired of watching your now hard cock spring up. You shuttered at the cold hair hitting it but Price just chuckled, “I gotcha hun” he moaned, licking his lips as he eyed the feast in front of him.

He leaned forward, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out taking the whole length down his throat. He was good at this, you couldn’t deny that. A satisfied moan escaped you as Price’s mouth bottomed out. Your hand immediately found his head, tugging on the short strands of hair as he swallowed you whole. His pink lips stretched beautifully around your fat cock as you watched him through hooded lids.

His hands were firmly on your thighs pushing himself up and down on your cock, the sounds of his wet mouth and your cock filled the room. Your low moans and his ever-pleased ones traveled through your ears as his tongue traveled around your shaft and came back up to the tip. Price continued this agonizing pace for well over five minutes, your hips bucking up into his mouth again and again causing that sweet pleasure.

“Fuck, princess. Look at you,” you moaned as you felt that growing coil in your abdomen. He pulled off for a moment as you pulled him in for a quick kiss, you could taste yourself on his tongue before you two parted. The pre-cum in his bear and the spit that dribbled down his chin weren't missed by you either. “All for you sweetheart” his voice was a bit hoarse and his jaw ached a bit but he was gonna milk this for all you were worth.

He took your cock into his hand and smiled gently, taking the head into his mouth, his tongue out as your pre-cum decorated it. Oh, how he loved the taste of you as he encouraged more of that sweet taste to fill his mouth, to him there was nothing sweeter.

Just the thought of that fat cock inside him had Price in a tight knot. “You prep yourself…?” you asked as he gave a slow nod to you. Standing up he took his time shedding his clothes, his cock heavy and hard between his legs as you watched him hungrily. You couldn’t help the way this man made you feel, the way his back arched, and how good that silver plug looked buried inside him.

The round globes of his ass were perfect under your large hands as you pulled the silver jewelry from inside him. Your hot breath ghosted against his ear and your hips thrust harshly against his ass. His moans were loud as he felt your hard cock pressing against his puckered rim. “Please!” Price finally begged as your hands gripped his hips ever so tightly and your lips kissed and nipped at his neck and shoulders. That’s another thing he loved about you, just how big you were and how you practically engulfed him.

“I’m gonna fill you nice and good, princess” you assured him. A loud groan left his lips as your cock pushed his rim, the head slowly pushing inside. He buried his face in the sheets and tried to quiet his moans as you slowly pushed inside. No matter how many times you both fucked, Price was always surprised by just how big your dick was. You’d ruined him for anyone else and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Soon enough you bottomed out, balls resting on his ass as Price took a few moments to catch his breath. Your soft kisses and gentle caressing always made him feel better as he craned his neck to kiss you. He could care less how he looked, bent over with a cock drilled into him, face a flustered mess, and his dick spilling pre-cum all over your freshly washed sheets. “Baby…” he whined, his hips moving against yours as you kissed him, “ready?” you mumbled as he nodded against you.

Your lovemaking wasn’t always gentle by any means and today wasn't any different, you held his hips almost tight enough to bruise just like he loved. You slowly pulled out so only the head of your cock was left inside, his rim catching beautifully on the head as you memorized the pretty sight. You thrust back inside with all your strength setting a brutal pace. Price’s body was pushed into the mattress as you fucked into him, back arched and ass up as he saw stars. Most importantly he knew he was going to be sore for a few days after all this.

He loved the way you just let him let go and take what you gave him. He couldn’t care less about how he sounded as his whimpers and cries filled the room. Your thrust forced him further and further into the bedding, his legs spreading further and further, hands digging into the sheets as you pounded into him. Each thrust seemed to knock the breath out of him, he couldn’t moan the way he wanted to, his voice already hoarse and heavy.

All Price could do was hold onto the sheets and hope he could walk straight after all this.

He couldn’t move an inch as he took every single powerful thrust, face buried in the sheet with tears running down his face. The pleasure grew and grew as this brutal pace kept up. Every hard thrust landed on his prostate just abusing the poor bundles of nerves. Price wasn’t gonna last much longer as his cock throbbed painfully. Even as your thrusts grew more and more erratic you didn’t let up for a moment.

Your name was on his lips as he came, the blissful release was earth-shattering as you fucked him through it. Your release was moments away and with a few more thrusts you shoved your cock as deep as you could inside. Hot cum painted his insides filling his abused hole, your tiny thrusts only enhancing things as you fucked it deeper into him. Price swore you had enough cum to fill a bucket, your cum filling his ass. Even as it leaked out of his hole and down his thighs you were still cumming.

“You okay baby?” you asked after a moment pulling out of him and watching as Price rolled over onto his back. His chest was heaving as he lay there in a blissful daze. “Yeah… I’m okay” he said after a moment as you laid down next to him, pulling him closer. Price cuddled up and got comfortable. The two of you could clean up later after all.

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Ending Note: I haven't wrote anything like this in so long- I just need some bottom Price for the life of me. Hope yall enjoy and if you have any suggestion for future works feel free to let me know! <3

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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I’ve been having some body image issues lately and I was wondering if you could do a chubby reader with Sevika and maybe reader has been kinda distant with Sevika cause of the whispers she hears about their relationship? And Sevika is like “oh hell no” and fucks reader until she’s crying about how beautiful she is :)

first of all: a million kisses for you anon, body image issues suck so fucking bad and i hope this helps alleviate some of the anxiety that comes with them <3

second of all: LETS FUCKING GOOOOO CHUBBY GIRLS RISEEE

men and minors dni

sevika loves chubby girls.

it's something about the softness. sevika has to keep her body in prime condition for her job so she's nothing but firm muscle. but fat girls? the way their thighs spread when they sit, the flap of their biceps when they wave, the tiny little roll of fat under their chins and padding their cheeks-- sevika's obsessed.

and then she meets you.

you're the girl of her dreams. you're sweet, you're funny, you're always looking out for sevika, and before she even knows what's happening she's fallen in love with you.

at first she's kinda pissed. how could somebody worm their way into her heart so easily? she tries her best to keep it guarded, to keep people away, but you're just so fucking perfect-- patient when sevika's snippy, concerned when she's quiet, always gently playing with the ends of her hair and listening with a focused expression when she's bitching-- that you slide past all her defenses with ease.

it doesn't help that you're her exact type. it doesn't help that sevika gets lightheaded when you wear a tank top or shorts. it certianly doesn't help that each time she makes you smile, your chubby cheeks pull up so tantalizingly, begging for her to reach forward and pinch them (or kiss them.) and when you stretch, and sevika gets a peek of your belly? she almost passes out.

so it takes her a while to finally work up the nerve to ask you out, but once she gets you (after nervously stuttering out a love confession and then presenting you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers) she doesn't let go.

she gets you moved in with her as soon as you'll let her.

she's got a ring picked out for when you finally bring up marriage.

you quickly become the most important thing in her life.

which is why she's so quick to notice when you're acting weird.

it's been about a week now. a week of you being a little quieter than usual and dodging her kisses. a week of you layering up in baggy clothes. a week of you denying yourself seconds at dinner, and not indulging in your usual before bed treat.

she's getting worried.

so when she comes home and finds you crying in the bathroom, still wet from the shower and wrapped up in a towel, she panics.

"what's wrong?!" she asks, rushing to your side, reaching her arms up to wrap you in a hug. you duck out of her grasp and her heart breaks. "baby, what's going on?" she asks.

"nothing." you say between sniffles. sevika scoffs.

"it's not nothing, honey, you've been acting weird all week." she says. "i'm worried about you." she admits quietly. this breaks you.

you're suddenly collapsing to the floor, curling up in a tiny ball as you cry. "'m-m sorry sev." you wail, miserably. sevika's baffled as she crouches down to pull you into her arms.

for a while, she just sits with her back against the sink cupboards as you cry in her arms. she kisses your head, rubs your back, and lets you tire yourself out. once you get your breathing under control she gently pinches your chin to tilt your head up, so she can look you in the eyes.

"talk to me, baby." she pleads as she wipes away your tears.

"i don't-- sevika, i'm not good enough for you." you whisper. sevika blinks, then laughs.

"what the fuck are you talking about!?" she exclaims. you bite your lip to keep from bursting into tears again, and sevika's laughter ceases as she cups your face in her hands. "baby, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. what-- where is this coming from?"

you gnaw on your lip as you struggle to get the words out. "you don't think i'm ugly?" you whisper. sevika blinks.

"what?"

"like... like i'm too big?" you ask.

sevika's heart breaks again and she pulls you to her chest. "what the fuck?" she asks. you nuzzle into her shoulder. "baby, what the fuck?" she asks again.

"i don't-- you've got this perfect fucking body and i'm not-- i'm not like that. i'm all soft and squishy and jiggly and-- it doesn't make sense!" you say.

"what doesn't make sense?" she asks, feeling like she's going insane. hasn't she made it clear to you how fucking sexy and desirable and delicious she finds you?

"that you are with me!" you say, gesturing to your body with a look of disgust.

something like anger starts to bubble up in sevika's stomach.

"who put this in your head?" she asks. you blink.

"what?" you say.

"who-- did someone say something to you?" she asks. you blink again.

"no." you lie. sevika scoffs.

"who?!" she demands. you shrug.

"i dunno. we-- we were at the last drop a few days ago and..." you trail off and look away from sevika. "i heard someone laughing about you and me. something like 'what the fuck's sevika doing with a girl like that?' and... it just got me thinking. i know what i look like sevika, i'm not a model. you are though, or you could be. don't... don't you wanna be with someone like that?" you ask shakily.

sevika can't decide if she should march down to the bar and sniff out whatever shithead decided to talk shit about you or smack you upside the head for thinking something so stupid.

she decides to do neither. neither would help you right now. she puts her vengeance on hold and presses a long, firm kiss to your head, before slowly rising from the ground.

when she's up, she leans down and scoops you up in her arms.

you squeak.

"remember the first time i did this to you?" she asks as she peppers your face with kisses. you curl into her chest. "you were certain i wouldn't be able to lift you. and then i did. shoulda seen your face, you were smiling all big and goofy-- that image is burned in my mind y'know." she says as she starts carrying you to the bedroom. you chuckle against her chest. at the sound, sevika's heart skips a beat. "remember how i fucked you after?" she asks with a little rasp in her voice. "pinned you against the wall-- had you so fuckin' wet you were makin' a puddle." she says, gently setting you back down onto the ground.

she pulls the towel away from your body, and when your hands come up to hide your stomach and tits, she gently smacks them away. her hands find your hips, drawing gentle circles into your plush skin.

"you... you are the most gorgeous, sexiest, most important person in the world to me." she whispers. you shudder.

"i'm not--"

"you are." she says firmly. "let me prove it to you?" she asks. you gulp.

"wh-- how?" you ask. she smirks and turns you around in her grip, your back pressed to her chest, your front facing the standing mirror in your room. you look away from your reflection immediately and sevika pinches you. "ow!" you say. sevika chuckles and begins pressing kisses up your neck.

"fuckin' look at you." she whispers. you move your head back to face the mirror, but avoid your own eyes, looking at sevika instead. she allows it, for now. "i can't-- your body is like all i ever think about." she says. "it's kinda a problem. used to be so focused in meetings and dinners, and now i find myself zoning out and thinking about your hips." she says. "love these hips. look." she encourages. your eyes flick down to your wide hips, where sevika's hands are clawing into your flesh. "look how soft they are. so fuckin' nice to hold. perfect place to rest my hands, baby, 'specially when i'm fuckin' you." she whispers.

a shiver runs down your spine and sevika smirks.

one of her hands trails up to fondle your stomach, tracing the stretch marks that decorate it with a gentle finger.

"your stomach, fuck." she grunts. behind you, she starts grinding her crotch against your ass, genuinely worked up from the two and a half minutes of fondling she's done so far. "love biting it." she whispers, tracing one of her faded bite bruises left on your flesh. "the way it rolls and jiggles when you ride me?" she whispers. "makes me crazy." you whimper as she claws at your belly, pulling you closer to her chest.

her free hand wanders up to fondle your tits as the hand on your stomach slowly creeps downward toward your cunt.

she doesn't touch, instead she holds eye contact with you in the mirror until you adjust your stance and give her hand room to cup your pussy.

she grins as she slides her hand down, both of you gasping when her hand meets your wet cunt. "look at your body." she commands. you gulp, and slowly trail your eyes down your body.

with sevika's hands on you, and her chin hooked over your shoulder, all the imperfections you were overwhelmed by before just... disappear. it's just you, just the body you've always had, the body sevika's always loved, the body that's carried you through every hard time in your life. you sigh and relax into sevika's hold, and she smiles.

"see how pretty you are?" she whispers as she starts working her hand against your cunt. "awe, look at your thighs twitching." she coos. "love those fuckin' thighs, wanna suffocate between 'em." she says. you half-laugh half-moan as she dips the tip of her finger inside you.

"m-more." you whimper. sevika chuckles.

"say somethin' nice about yourself first."

"sev!" you whine. she giggles and bites your shoulder.

"i'll go first. i love your arms. so soft, but still so strong. there's nothin' i love more than coming home and having you wrap me up in a hug. makes me feel so safe." she says reverantly as the hand between your legs teases you.

her words take your breath away. you tear your eyes away from where you were studying your plump arms to look at sevika in the mirror. she coos when she notices the tears welling in your eyes.

"your turn." she whispers. "anything. just give me one thing you like about yourself and i'll give you my fingers the way you need 'em." she promises.

"i-i guess... i like my ass?" you try. sevika grins, sinks her finger inside you, and attacks your neck with biting kisses.

"fuckin' love your ass." she agrees as she starts fucking you with her finger. you whimper. "watchin' it jiggle when i got you in doggy-- shit." she whispers as her grinds against your ass get harsher. "tell me more." she demands.

"i like-- like that i can stay warmer when it's cold." you say. sevika chuckles and shoves another finger inside you.

"love cuddlin' with you." she moans. "another."

she's basically fucking your ass now, humping against you and grunting in your ear.

"m-m-my cheeks." you whimper as sevika brushes against your g-spot. "fuck, sev, right there." you whine.

your eyes are trained on sevika's hand between your thighs, occasionally trailing up to watch as her free hand wanders up and down your sides.

"fuckin' love your cheeks. kissin' 'em and pinchin' 'em and cummin' all over 'em when you're on your knees for me." you shudder, your hand reaching up to claw at sevika's neck. "y'close?" she grunts. you nod, biting your lip. "look at yourself, baby." she whispers. "look how fuckin' perfect you are. look how your body moves, fuck look at those perfect little rolls. fuck-- you're gonna make me cum." she grunts as she continues humping your ass. you shiver at the confession.

"r-really?" you ask. sevika bites her lip and nods.

"can't control myself around you." she grunts as she continues groping and pinching your soft body.

a tear rolls down your cheek and sevika coos, reaching up to wipe it away, then gripping your chin and forcing you to look in the mirror.

"look at you when you cum. want you to see how pretty you are." she grunts.

the words do something to you, and in an instant you're falling apart on her fingers, cumming and gasping and trying your best to keep your eyes open, but failing when they roll into the back of your head.

"fuckin' good girl." sevika grunts. "just like that. see how perfect you are? fuck, you got no idea how much i love you. how much i love this fuckin' body. shit, baby, i'm gonna-- fuck!" she grunts as she shudders against your back and cums on your ass. you whimper and tug her hair, and she hisses, jolting in your hold.

for a few seconds, the two of you just catch your breath. when you open your eyes again, the first thing you see is sevika's loving eyes looking back at you in the mirror.

"goddess." she whispers. you sigh, a few spare tears leaking out of your eyes. sevika gently removes her fingers from your cunt, then pops them in her mouth, sucking them clean. she moans. with her free hand, she wipes away your tears. when she's done, she presses one firm kiss to your cheek, before spinning you back around in her arms so you're face to face.

"i love you." she whispers. "you're the most beautiful woman in the world." she says. "you love me?" she asks.

"what? of course!" you stutter out. sevika smirks.

"then quit worryin' about what anyone else thinks. all you gotta worry about is what i think, and i think you're perfect." she says. "and i'm gonna kill the fuckers who made you feel otherwise." she mutters under her breath. you chuckle, then lean forward to kiss her.

sevika melts against your lips, and you melt into her arms.

"next time you're feelin' like this about yourself you gotta tell me, okay?" she whispers. "i'll fuck it outta you again." she promises. you giggle and nod.

"okay." you say. "i love you." you whisper. "thank you for taking care of me."

"baby, takin' care of you is my favorite thing in the world. i just don't like seein' you cry." she says. she leans in to kiss you again, and pulls away to press your foreheads against each other. "i love you, too, by the way. in case it wasn't obvious."

you giggle then tug on her hair. "c'mon. we got a week of no sex to make up for." you say, pushing sevika toward your bed. she grins.

"you're the best." she chuckles.

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octuscle · 5 months

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There's this one super annoying guy in my friend group, he's your typical jock, always seeking attention, trying to be funny, showing off. Sometimes he really gets on my nerves, just like earlier today. I know he doesn't do it intentionally, but is there any way you can help me deal with him ?

You were at the movies together. "Napoleon." What a waste of time and money. Now for a beer in the sports bar, maybe that will save the evening. Stupid Jock talks to your best friend all the time. You only understand "Dude" and "Bruh" and "Fucking great". That's not actually the language your friend normally uses. But he's also usually a head shorter than the jock. From behind, the two of them now look like clones. You get yourself a beer. Another friend from your group calls out to you "Bruh, it would be sick gud if you brought me uh beer." What the hell is going on here? The man is studying English literature and philosophy. When did he start talking like that? Is this a joke? Some kind of role play?

When you come back to the pool table with two beers, four men from your group are standing at the table with worn-out tank tops and backwards caps, talking about football. Phew, they reek of sweat. The only one who still seems to have any sense, who is clean-shaven and wears a polo shirt over his small belly, comes up to you and asks if everything is okay. You look kind of stressed, dude! Shit, he says "dude" now too. What the hell is going on here. You start to feel dizzy and then black out.

"bruh, that wuz two too many beers last night, huh?" "dude, when did you stop showering? you're an animal!" "get up, bruh! da frat house isn't going to renovate itself!" "only two more hours until you have to go back to wrestling practice, hurry up!"

Hehehehehe, it was a sick evening last night… Good thing your bros woke you up. You would have slept through half the day again. That wouldn't be too bad with the lectures. But the wrestling would have sucked. You can't mess things up with your coach so close to graduation.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation #inked man #bruh tf #jock tf #nerd to jock

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pr0cyon-lotor · 5 months

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Random trans ftm ragbros hcs I have/like

Diluc was very androgynous as a kid

Crepus didn't care as long as his kid was happy. YOU COULD NOT TELL! Diluc would wear a dress and be completely covered in dirt one day and wear a clean button up the next. You asked him if he was a boy or a girl and he would probably not even answer because he already ran off. In his teen years is when he started staying in the masc aesthetic

Kaeya was traditionally fem as a kid

When Kaeya first came in, he was the picture perfect little princess. Due to Diluc's influence he started getting comfortable with presenting more masc. When he came out to Crepus, he was immediately fitted for suits and other clothes.

Crepus let them have hormone treatment

He just wants his kids happy man. He'd burn a village for them

Diluc is the bigger bitch about his period

He would complain more passively, but he would complain MORE than Kaeya. He's definitely more grouchy than Kaeya. Kaeya is the "eating chocolate and drinking wine while listening to Mitski" period haver than Diluc's "Y'know maybe a blood sacrifice with deal with the pain" period haver (me too tho)

Kaeya had top surgery first

As soon as he could, he bolted to the surgeons. Diluc didn't do it as hastely because he didn't mind binders as much.

Keaya would call his period a "boy period"

Literally for no other reason other than to go "Sorry, I'm just on my boy period 😔" because he thinks it's funny. (He's right)

Their manners fluctuate between traditionally fem and masc a lot b/c they're used to both

They're both AFAB, so yeah, they were taught traditionally feminine etiquette once. But as soon as both came out to Crepus he changed their classes to mens etiquette. Because do you truly believe Crepus and Adelinde would let them out in the world without proper etiquette? So yeah, both sometimes catch themselves in the middle of a curtsey and have to either play it off or commit.

Diluc used to make up BS reasons why he didn't have a dick and it influenced Kaeya's sense of humor

Diluc still does but very sparingly. As a teenager though! "I lost my dick privileges 😔" "Idk it fell off one day 🤷" "The gods feared what I'd become with a natural sword 🫤" Kaeya's sense of humor has been permanently tanked because of it. He does it as well more recently, but he will still ugly laugh if Diluc slips a joke in randomly.

#genshin impact #headcanons #ragbros #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #crepus ragnvindr #shitpost #genshin shitpost #thry make fun of each other if they notice the other curtsey at someone #like they haven't done it too by accident

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jae-bummer · 10 months

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A Kiss for Everyone

Request: Can I have 18 and 5..? With Svt Minghao? And the members invites themselves to the date..? And it’s cute and funny? If you do it! Thank you sm I love you😭🫶

Prompts:

5) "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

18) Going for a day out with your bias when somehow all of the other group members invite themselves.

Pairing: Seventeen The8 x reader

Genre: Fluff

Tucking the rolled yoga mat under your arm, you readjusted your stance, and stared out the window of the studio. Butterflies nosedived in your abdomen, making it nearly impossible to stand still. You took a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to remember the small tricks Hao had given you to calm yourself down. It was awfully ironic that you were using them now, when he was the reason that you needed to find peace.

It wasn't that you were panicked at the thought of your first date, just anxious about all of the ways it could go wrong. Hao was thoroughly invested in both meditation and fitness, so suggesting a yoga class seemed like the perfect way to marry two of his interests. You weren't sure if he had ever been before, but you assumed it would be something he was good at.

You on the other hand? Maybe not so much.

"I knew I should have paid extra for the baby goats," you muttered, running a hand through your hair. At least if you had done goat yoga, you could play off any mistakes as excitement for being around so many small and furry things.

You checked the time on your phone again before worrying your lip. Only a few minutes until class started and you still hadn't seen Minghao coming from either end of the street. Just as you were about to shoot him a text, you saw his thin frame bobbing down the sidewalk.

Putting on your best smile, you moved toward the door and opened it as he strolled in. Grinning at you in return, he pulled you into a quick hug before letting go. "Sorry I was late, the guys-"

"It's okay," you nodded, immediately wanting to absolve him of any worry. He looked great today (but then again, when did he not?) Dressed in a simple tank top and sweatpants, it was difficult to even maintain focus. He was just that beautiful.

"Jeonghan slept in," he chuckled. "And it started this whole chain reaction of things going wrong. Everyone should be right behind me though."

"Everyone?" you croaked, furrowing your brows. Surely, he didn't mean...

The small bell above the entryway chimed as familiar voices began to flood the small space. You blinked up at Minghao, trying to tamper down the shock flooding your system. "I-I didn't reserve their spots."

"What?" Hao asked, now his turn to grow confused as his friends began to filter in. Their small talk was equivalent to a roar as you felt your body growing hot with embarrassment.

Coming to a stop beside you, Mingyu draped a long arm around your neck. "Heeey."

DK shuffled over as well, trying to assess the looks on both you and Hao's faces. "Y/N?"

"I...I thought today was going to be just us," you admitted, feeling foolish. You couldn't even chance a glance toward the two other men who had inserted themselves in your conversation. It was mortifying.

Minghao's eyes grew wide as he looked from you and then back to all the members.

DK let out a nervous laugh as he patted Hao across the back. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

"We can leave," Mingyu blurted, unwinding himself from your body.

"No, no," you said quickly, shaking your head. Plastering on what positivity you could, you began to nod instead. "Let me double check and make sure there's enough spots for everyone."

Wandering over to the counter you had checked in at, you could feel your face grow flush before you even started speaking. "Sorry, um...the class that's about to start? You wouldn't happen to have twelve additional spots, would you?"

The girl behind the counter blanched before taking a moment to respond. "I could look?"

"Thank you," you said quietly, glancing over your shoulder. You couldn't help but feel awkward as you watched several of the members surround Minghao, shoving him in the shoulders as the pointed vehemently toward you. Just great, now they all knew you had expected this to be a date.

"Actually," the studio receptionist hummed, getting your attention again. "It looks like we have another class starting in a few minutes that has room for you all. Do you want me to switch you over to that one?"

"Sure, that would be great," you sighed in relief. Placing your elbows on the counter, you dropped your face into your hands and tried to focus on your breathing again.

"Okay," the girl continued. "That's going to be ₩621,981.50."

Lifting your face, you tried not to cringe. While that wasn't the largest amount of money you had ever spent, it was still more than you had expected to pay today.

"I got it," Hao said quietly as his body joined yours at the counter. Looking up, you found him avoiding eye contact and gnawing at the skin on the side of his thumb.

"No, really," you tried, trying to salvage any chance at normality. "I invited you guys out here, let me pay."

"No, Y/N," he asserted. "You invited me. Then I was the one who went and fumbled the situation. Badly."

Sliding his card across the counter, he moved to face you. Leaning against the edge of the tabletop, he looked at you directly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you grimaced. It was hard to meet his eyes. "I should have told you I expected it...that I wanted it to be..."

"A date?" he finished, lifting a brow.

"A date," you repeated numbly. How horrifying was it that you had to admit it out loud?

After a moment of silence, Hao cleared his throat. "It can still be a date."

"You don't have to humor me," you groaned, still avoiding eye contact.

"Y/N," he murmured. "Please look at me."

Moodily acquiescing, your eyes found his.

"If I had realized this was meant to be something special for just the two of us," he said slowly. "You know I would have been more than okay with that, right?"

"I just thought..."

"Looking back, you did everything right," he said, nodding encouragingly. "I was the one who obviously thought there was no universe in which you would actually want to go on a date with me."

"What?"

"I'm weird, Y/N," he chuckled. "Good looking, but weird."

"Hao," you choked out on a laugh. "At least you're self-aware?"

Breaking into a wide smile, he reached up to rub his hand along your arm. "I'll make this up to you. I promise."

Inhaling deeply, you gave a short nod. It was hard to maintain your cool when he finally set the record straight. He did want to go on a date, he just didn't realize that you had wanted that as well.

Bringing you into his side for a quick hug, his hands lingered on your lower back when you pulled away again. Cutting your eyes toward him, you tried not to spontaneously combust as he licked his lips.

"Sir?" the girl behind the counter asked, waving Hao's card in the air. "You can move to Studio 3 now."

"Oh my god, it's fucking goats," Vernon called over his shoulder, stumbling into the room first.

Minghao looked toward you, an alarmed expression clear on his face.

"They're babies!" Dino gasped, surging forward to cuddle one of the small goats roaming the room.

"What happens if they poop?" Seungkwan muttered, side eying the members closest to him. "Specifically, on us?"

"A little goat poop never hurt anyone," Seungcheol chuckled, somehow already holding a goat and allowing it to lick his chin.

"Did you originally book us for this?" Minghao whispered, his breath hot on your ear.

Trying to ignore the shiver caused by his proximity, you shrugged. "Nope, I didn't spring for goat yoga...but apparently you did."

"Perfect," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I did not foresee any of the events today coming to fruition."

Sliding his fingers between yours, he gave them a small squeeze. Motioning to the room with his free hand, he grimaced. "Thank you for dealing with...all of this."

You looked out at the boys who had joined you today, settling themselves on their chosen yoga mats. Their wide smiles and laughter were enough to turn your mood from disappointment to something significantly warmer. Seeing them this happy made your heart feel like it could burst.

"While both the goats and the guys were a surprise," you nodded. "It's definitely become a welcome one."

"Oh?" Hao smirked. "Sooo I don't have to make it up to you after all?"

"Now I never said that," you giggled.

"Fine," he said, giving a dramatic eye roll. "I guess I was looking forward to making it up to you anyway."

"This is the best date I've ever been on," DK cried. Laying on his back and covered by baby goats, you thought he would simply explode from happiness.

"More like the best day of my life!" Jun chimed from beside him, a goat chewing lazily on the ends of his hair.

"At least you made them happy," Minghao chuckled, pushing his shoulder into yours. After what was an extremely interesting session, you had both ended up on the same yoga mat, leaning against each other as you watched the interactions around you.

Petting absent-mindedly at the small goat that had settled into your lap, you smiled at him. "And I didn't make you happy?"

"Of course, you did," he smiled. "You're really good at it too." Bending toward you, he pressed a light kiss to your temple.

"Don't kiss our date!" Jeonghan gasped, pointing an accusing finger at Minghao. "If you kiss Y/N, we all kiss Y/N!"

Nodding vehemently, Hoshi sprang to his feet as he began to circle the pair of you. This startled the goat you had been holding, causing him to spring away from you and jump roughly onto Dino's stomach.

"I promise you," Minghao said, wrapping his arms protectively around you. "If your lips even get near Y/N, you will fear my wrath."

"Wrath?" Wonwoo chuckled. "Someone needs more goat yoga."

"No more goat yoga," Woozi said definitively from his spot in the corner. "Next time, can't we just...get a meal? Do as the mentally sound people do?"

"That's asking a lot," Joshua grinned, aggressively petting a goat that had taken up residence on Mingyu's chest.

"No next times," Minghao sighed into the top of your head, still not letting you go. "I have a date to take you on first."

"What do you mean?" you teased, looking up at him through your lashes. "This is a date. And honestly, it's going to be hard to top."

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liliesbeauty · 4 months

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konig x housewife!afabreader

Part 1 Part 2

warning(s): none

note(s): thought about this at fucking 5 am while trying to sleep

translation(s): kätzchen - kitten, hase - bunny

thinking about how (y/n) tries to stack heavy comforters and heated blankets to feel like she's in konig's warm grasp because she can only sleep comfortably in his arms; no matter how many times she tries it never feels like she's in her hubbies arms :( they can't help but have a custom made bed because konig quickly got tired of his feet hanging at the edge of the bed, his enormous figure wouldn't fit any regular sized bed you would find in usual shops. how konig's eyes shine when his goddess wakes up with a rats nest for hair and her tank top almost off her body and the sun shining through the white curtains just right that make his wifey look almost always ethereal and glowing. and how he shamelessly grows a little hard to the thought to how oblivious his kätzchen looks so small compared to their stupidly big bed

thinking about how konig sleeps in cute baby pink sheets and silk pillow covers because of his wifey and how silly he looks going back to work with a hand-made quilt his wifey made just for him, while she was exploring different hobbies, with cute floral and animals prints, lace, ribbons, and all those things that girls like. doesn't care about the funny looks others give him for his girly blanket because he gets to go home to a cute hase, a warm bed, and a hot steaming plate ready for him to be devoured along with his wifey

he doesn't admit it but he loves how the blanket faintly smells of her, it always makes him sleep like a baby xD

seeing the big contrast between their big closet of her neutral colors and pastels with his usual black and gray colors and even hints of white, red, green, and all those colors that hard working men are supposed to use. how konig loves to hear his sweetie sing him to sleep when he gets his childhood nightmares that keep him up for hours because once she starts to sing all of his worries fade away; only focusing on her sweet voice. how he secretly learned her native language to understand the words of her song that she sings as she does chores around the house: cooking, cleaning, sewing, crocheting, washing, etc... and how highly he thinks of you if you're a two language speaking person on top of learning German just for him or

thinking about how (y/n) goes crazy with the thought of styling konig's long hair that has stupidly grown over from a random 2 months long mission, must've been the products his wifey forced him to use so his hair is soft and shiny. seeing her giddy smile when she styles it with cute bows, ribbons, and clips. even doing braids, curling it or straightening it and how sad she gets when she had to cut it once he gets called in for a mission because it's his expectation as colonel to lead and be an example for those below him but how konig puts his full trust in his wife's hands once she starts to pull out the scissors and clips

#konig cod #konig #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig call of duty #literallyaselfinsertidgaf

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k1ranishf4 · 11 months

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Honestly, I think it’s extremely obvious that those four dudes are Dio’s sons.

Like, I take a look at these bitches and go “yup, they got the slut genes.”

(I would’ve loved to see a glimpse of 25 year old Giorno, even if for just two seconds but well :’))

Giorno and Rikiel have the Boob Window™ (which Giorno started out of the Brandos), Donatello is showing off his collar bones and has a semi-Boob Window and Ungalo’s out there tryna stab a priest while wearing a really really short crop top that would show his underboobs if he just stretched his arms.

Pucci would’ve died immediately if he had been a good Christian priest and saw the manwhore clothes all of them wear. Dio says no to generational trauma but he’s definitely pushing the generational sluttines agenda.

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!

Aside from the fact that I find him very attractive and am a Dio enthusiast, he’s displaying the crotch for everyone to see and his top doesn’t even cover his back, like??? It kind of bothers me when fanartists don’t include the fact that his back is also out for everyone to look at. He’s definitely wearing latex, no one can convince me otherwise.

Plus the earrings?? When did bro have the chance to pierce his ears? That wasn’t a thing in Phantom Blood. I actually don’t know if the other three have any kind of piercings, but Giorno definitely got his earrings after he saw that photo of his father.

It’s so funny to me, actually. Like, Dio was born in the Victorian Era, when it was inappropriate for a lady to show her ankles and even men were basically covered head to toe.

AND THEN HE COMES BACK A CENTURY LATER AND DECIDES TO RUN AROUND WEARING THE TIGHTEST BLACK TANK TOP KNOWN TO MAN AND LOVES TO WALK AROUND NAKED IN HIS MANSION?????

What in the name of Jonathan’s head did Enya tell this man💀

I love mudad a lot, if you couldn’t tell, and I’d keep talking about them for hours. Especially how all four of their personalities equal one whole Dio Brando (well, like 50-60% of Giorno’s personality + the others but-)

My new headcanon that I’ll be taking from this is that Rikiel would look up to Giorno and that he’d try to be like him if they were all raised together. They’d definitely match one way or another. (Tell me Giorno and Rikiel are your favorites without telling me Giorno and Rikiel are your favorites)

I have three or four mudad drafts that I still need to finish writing, yet here I am fueling my mind with even more ideas💀

#jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #giorno giovanna #donatello versus #ungalo #rikiel #jjba #mudad #they’re a family of manwhores #jjba part 5 #golden wind #jjba part 6 #stone ocean #jjba headcanons

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32fcup-ftmboy · 5 months

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all of the pornsick ftm mtf mtftm ftmtf , les, horny non-cis-men, where are you?

And

Hey!

Why's your d1ck hard??? Put that thing awa- HEY!

Don't pull it out I said put it away, don't -

Stop walking closer with that thing! you're even bigger than i thought from the outline

no! No I didn't ask for this, stop saying that! I just wore a tank top, it's not even sIutty. You really shouldn't call strangers that and.. hey this isnt funny anymore I'll scream if you keep going!

What? It's more fun that way?? oh god.....

#fakeboy #ftm misgendering #misgender kink #misgender me #fakeboy kink #patriarchy kink #detrans kink #misgenderingkink #dykebreaking #race play #just gonna post this here and quietly misgender myself away dw

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sinsandsweetness · 1 year

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Downpour (sex and zombies- chapter 7)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader}

summary- Reader gets caught in the rain. And again in the shower.

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI! smut, shower sex, getting caught by rick again...

You giggled hard as an arm pulled you around the corner, into a stairwell and out of the rain.

“You are totally soaked!” You laughed at the hair sticking to Daryl’s forehead.

“Oh shut up,” he grumbled.

Both of you were absolutely drenched. Your shirt was definitely see through. And the sound of thunder and rain pouring was not letting up. Everyone saw the lightning hit the tree outside and Rick quickly told you all to get inside. It wasn’t exactly safe to be out in a storm. Not with all the metal surrounding the prison.

“Holy shit. Did you see that?” You asked him.

“Of course I saw it, it was on fucking fire,”

You threw your head back. No idea why you were laughing so hard. The rain was cool. But it made you feel alive. And it smelled so fresh. Clean. Unlike the damp smelly concrete inside the stairwell. Unfortunately you two were stuck inside of one rather far from the actual prison. Finally your giggles died down and you started to shiver in the cool cement of the watchtower

“Should we make a run for it?” Daryl asked while peeking outside the door. Droplets of rain wetting the floor.

You probably should. Rick would get worried.

“I don’t think they saw us over here,” You knew he would freak if he couldn’t find you within the next ten minutes. Almost everyone had ran to the same main entrance. But you were in shock from the tree. And Daryl had called your name but you could barely hear him over the thunder. So he ran after you and dragged you into the nearest watchtower.

“We could wait it out…” Daryl seemed unsure of his own suggestion.

“It’s just rain,”

“It’s lighting. Could hit one of us,”

“It’s actually really uncommon to get struck by lightning.”

“Fine then. If it’s so fuckin' safe, let's go. It's getting cold.” he pulled you up by the arm from your seat on the stairs.

You both sprinted through the rain to the other gate. The water was pouring down on you like a shower. You were smiling the entire way.

Finally you made it to the door and stood in the entryway with Daryl. Hands on your knees. Catching your breath.

“Shit that is cold!” you laughed. You stood up, breathing heavy with your hands on your hips.

“Yeah, I can tell.” Daryl’s voice was low. His eyes were on your chest.

He stepped close and brought his hand up to touch your breast, thumb rubbing over your very evident nipple. His touch made your breath hitch in your throat.

With Daryl’s hand on your chest and the other coming up to your face. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Closing your eyes at his touch. Hand grabbing at his vest, to pull him against you.

He slipped his tongue in your mouth and you couldn’t help the fingers reaching up to tangle in his damp hair.

The hand around your waist quickly moved away when you both heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Nice of you to join us,”

You stepped back from Daryl and looked up at Rick. His eyes glancing from your wet tank top clinging to your chest, and back up to your face. A moment of silence passed between the three of you.

You bit your lip to not smile. Not that it was funny. It was just so awkward you didn’t even know what to do. Rick definitely saw.

“I have to change,” you told them both. Crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah. You do.” Rick didn’t seem really mad. But you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

You walked towards your cell block, letting the men have their own awkward interaction without you.

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The steam settled in the cool air of the bathroom. The mirrors were all fogged up and you could still hear rain against the roof and walls of the prison. You grabbed your towel and started making your way over to the sinks.

“Jesus fucking Christ Rick get out!” You wrap your towel around your body quickly once you noticed the man standing by the door.

“Sorry,” he looked away. Letting you adjust yourself.

“Seriously, what are you doing?” It was the women’s shower room after all. There could have been more than just you in there.

Still turned towards the wall he started to speak, “I just wanted to talk,”

“And you couldn’t wait for five minutes?”

He let out a puff of air that you could only assume was a laugh. He ignored your question.

“It’s fine, you know. You and Daryl I mean.”

“Oh my god ” you did not feel like talking about this right now. You didn’t even have any underwear on.

Rick chuckled again. “Are you decent?”

“Mhm”

He turned around with a grin and leaned up against the wall. Your towel was barely covering you. He glanced down at your bare legs. And then back up to your face.

“I’m serious. I get it. You two always had this thing right from-“

“Rick stop,”

He raised his eyebrows.

“I just want you to know it doesn’t bother me-“

“Stop,” you cut him off. Stepping closer to him. You were up in his face now. Inches away. “If it didn’t bother you then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now."

He smiled in a way that told you he wasn't really listening to you.

"Why wouldn’t you let me go on that run yesterday, huh? Or leave the yard to check the traps with him? Don’t even try and tell me that it doesn't b-.”

He was shaking his head. Smile still on his face. Maybe it really didn’t bother him.

“It doesn't-“ he started but you tried cutting him off again.

“Don’t interrupt me-“

“It doesn’t .” His hand came up to your jaw, thumb pressing on your bottom lip. “You like me better. Right? I mean it is my bed you keep sneaking into at night. Begging me to make you feel something. Something I’m pretty sure he hasn’t been able to do for you.”

He licked his lips. You had no answer. Stunned by his forwardness. Cockiness?

Confidence.

“You’d take me over him any day. Over and over again.” You catch yourself nodding unknowingly. Thumb tracing your lip. Making your skin tingle. “So no. It doesn’t really bother me.”

You swallowed. Not really sure what to say. It was true. You had wanted Rick from the very start. Daryl just happened to be there.

“We said we’d take it slow. There weren’t any ground rules.” He reminded you.

You were nervous at first when he kept trying to kiss you. Sneak you into the watchtower. Pull you away from the campfire at night. He was still mourning after all. His wife had died. Sure it had been a month or so. But you didn’t want him to regret anything with you if he ever came back to his senses. You’d always wanted him. And now that he actually wanted you back… it made you nervous. Shy even.

"I could have asked you to stop. And I'm sure you would have. You'd do anything I tell you to do."

You glared up at him. No answer came to you though. He was right. You would. And for the last couple weeks you had. You were too busy sneaking around with Rick to even bother with Daryl.

"So why didn't you?" You asked him softly.

"Because you'd do anything I tell you to," His hand moved to the bottom bottom edge of your towel, plucking at the fabric. "And I don't want that. Who am I to tell you what to do, or not to do."

He had a point. If he had asked you to stop things with Daryl, you would have. In a heartbeat. And in Rick's eyes, that would have been taking advantage of you. Using whatever trance he had you in, to get what he wanted. He told you that he was worried that he was taking advantage of you, or manipulating you somehow. But he seemed to forget that you'd wanted him since the second you met him in Atlanta.

“I'm not saying I don’t want you all to myself,” he clarified. Moving in on you. Cornered against the counter, the cold tile hit the back of your thighs.

“Because if I'm being completely honest, I do,”

"You do?” Your voice was hushed.

His hands grazed up your arms.

“All to myself,” he clarified. His lips were so close to yours you could feel his breath. Thankful that you’d brushed your teeth in the shower not even five minutes ago.

He was too selfless. To keep you from seeing Daryl, if that was something you really wanted. He wanted for you to be his. Only his. But he didn't want to ask you to stop, because he knew that you'd do it. And that you'd be doing it because it's what Rick wanted. Not you. Rick wanted you to belong to him. But he wanted that to be your decision.

He didn't realize how much you wanted him to just tell you what to do. For him to take you, claim you, and make you belong to him. You needed that kind of reassurance. The kind that let you know how much he actually wanted you. Because something about him being so unbothered made you question things.

You brought your hands up to the back of his neck. Pulling him closer.

“I want to be,” you breathed out against his lips. Not quite kissing but lips grazing in a way that sent butterflies to every inch of your abdomen.

“Want to be what?” His eyes were fluttering closed at your touch. Your fingers tangled in his hair. It was clear that your mind wasn’t the only one that fogged up when the two of you were this close.

“All yours.”

He closed his eyes and kissed you, opening your mouth up with his tongue. Kissing you slowly with his whole mouth. You moaned into him, his body pressed against you, separated only by a towel hanging on for dear life.

Well for a moment anyway. Rick untucked the fold in the towel and it fell to the ground. Leaving you naked in front of him. He locked the door behind him quickly and you grabbed onto his button up, nearly popping buttons off. Stripping him of his shirt.

Unbuckling his belt clumsily, his mouth moved down your neck, teeth scraping against your throat, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you want me to make you mine?” He asked as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“Yes,” you moaned. Unintentionally. That’s all you’d wanted from day one.

His hand moved to your clit, starting to rub sweet circles on it.

“Rick please-“

“I’m just getting started, be patient.” His movements slowed. You wanted him inside of you.

“Rick-“ but your voice was cut off by the feeling of his finger being pushed inside of you. Curling upward and sending a flood of warmth through your core. He kept curling his finger. Adding a second one and started pumping. His other hand was on your leg, keeping you pressed up against the counter.

You let out a sob when his thumb came up to rub your clit at the same time.

“Please I want-“ Him. All of him. Right now.

“Shh” he leaned in close to kiss you again. Shutting you up with his tongue. God his tongue. You blushed remembering exactly what that felt like.

He pulled out of you gently, and lifted your hips up so you were sitting on the edge of the counter. He replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. Hard and throbbing, and slick with pre cum. He ground himself against you a few times, sending a shockwave each time he touched your overly sensitive clit. You were so wet for him.

He pushed into you painfully slowly, and you couldn’t even help the sound that you made against his mouth. Grinning against your lips he kept kissing you, eating up your sounds with pride.

“How’s that?” He asked against your lips as he began to fuck you into the counter. A steady pace, but hard.

You moan. He takes that as something good. Wrapping your legs around him, you could feel the sweat on him and the leftover steam from your shower. Hot and wet in the air. And all over you. His mouth. His hands. Grabbing and kissing at every square inch within his reach.

He wrapped his arms around you even tighter, flush with his chest. Lips still catching yours at any given chance.

You whimper against his wet lips. “I’m so close,”

“I know,” he grunted “fuck, you feel so good,”

His arms felt like heaven wrapped around you. The muscles flexing against your soft skin. His body was so close to yours, that on every thrust, he ground his pubic bone into your clit.

Feeling overstimulated in every way, you let the feeling wash over you, warming your stomach down to your thighs. Squeezing at his arms to let him know you were coming undone. You were sure he'd be able to feel your pussy convulsing around him.

He moaned your name against your mouth and you felt him pull out. Immediately, you took him in your hands and finished him off, feeling his hot seed spill onto your hand and your stomach. He held you close as he caught his breath. Still kissing you, biting your lip and dragging it out slowly.

When he finally leaned back, you took your fingers covered in his cum, and licked them clean. Knowing you’d get a reaction. Rick watched, breathing heavy, eyes still filled with lust. As if he hadn’t just finished you both off ten seconds ago.

“Looks like you need another shower,” he pulled you against him again, lifting you off the counter this time.

“You too,” you bit your lip and smiled as he carried you both back towards the shower.

He turned the hot water on and let it pour over the both of you. Not caring that his jeans were getting absolutely soaked. You giggled as he shook his wet hair, like a dog. Spraying water onto you. Then after getting you all wet again under the stream, he slowly let you slide off his body and onto your feet. You kept your arms around his neck, and pulled him under the water, kissing him with a huge smile. Droplets from the shower catching your lips. The warmth from his touch sending your head spinning.

The way it always did.

#rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x y/n #rickyl #smut #twd fanfiction #sexandzombies #sinsandsweetness #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #rick grimes #daryl dixon

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