#and i dont want to rid him of that right before we both move to (the same) college

[chuuyanakaahara]

mm. might break up with my boyfriend today.

#its not. his fault. but im not like. #into him anymore i think. it just feels exhausting to talk to him #i havent msged him back all day and its honestly been chill. like i dont feel obligated to #to talk to him. which is cool. #but i know im a lot of his emotional support and network #and i dont want to rid him of that right before we both move to (the same) college #but its Exhausting #and hes brought on a serious talk today abt needing more support. which is fair bc ive been distant and cold. and idk what to say. #bc i dont. i dont know man. i dont wanna break up and break his heart bc hes gonna hurt a whole lot more than me #cherri.txt #vent

[tetsutits]

cw ;; ab riding ushijima ... that is all. fem! reader. called baby one time. look away yall you dont see anything here

not proofread at all,, also HI HQ fandom im back - masterlist

nsfw minors dni.

“i wanna try something new tonight,”

ushijima pauses from where he sits under you, eyes peeking up with interest--silently telling you to go on while his large hands knead the flesh of your hips.

you look away sheepishly, embarrassed of what you're about to ask him. there's a persistent urge crawling up your spine, and your core aches with need, "i... i wanna ride you,"

his brows furrow in confusion. why would you ask him? you both already know where this night is going, and you've definitely made it clear to him when you crawled into his lap and placed your lips square against his.

"okay," he says flatly, face void of any expression--it wouldn't be the first time you'd ride him. "you can if you'd like."

the grip you have on his shoulders tightens, nails digging into the muscled flesh.

"yeah, but..." you shake your head slightly, unable to meet his eyes, and instead choose to fiddle with your bottom lip before you utter your next words.

"i... wanna ride your abs."

you think you've fucked up--because he completely stops moving, mouth agape, and his eyes are wide with shock. what makes it even worse is that he doesn't say anything back, completely silent as he processes your words.

"or-or not!" you blurt. "we don't need to do that! really, you can just ignor-"

"okay." he cuts you off.

you're stunned into silence, completely thrown off by his answer, because no - you didn't expect him to be so okay with your dirty desires. and you certainly didn't expect him to agree to try something new--right in the heat of the moment.

when you first started dating - he had some experience with random hookups and one night stands; he's told you that it wasn't much of a priority for him to sleep with someone every weekend. and while you weren't much stunned by the news -being the freak you are- you definitely felt like you had to hide yourself while being intimate with him - not wanting to make him uncomfortable with your sexual fantasies.

but now you're being stripped of your clothes, quick hands ridding you of your top and bottoms - there isn't much more said between you two when you shove him so he's laying down on the couch and the top of his hoodie over and up to his chin.

he angles your bare pussy over his abdomen, already glistening with slick and need. your hands find purchase on his well-built chest, using him to control your movements as you slowly sink down.

"oh, fuck," you hum at the immediate contact. he watches you with eager eyes, hands resting atop your thighs.

and it's so hot seeing him like this - sweat beading at his forehead and at the skin of his chest. his abs -just like every other part of his body- look like they've been sculpted by the gods to perfection. you'd mistake him for a greek statue if you didn't know any better.

"toshi-" his large hands grip the back of your ass, pushing you and grinding you even further into him. "a-ah, shit,"

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you lose yourself completely to the pleasure--your mind numb, body moving over the thick ridges and indents of his muscled skin.

'...you look so good using me like this," he breathes, snapping you out of your hazy state.

you laugh softly, "can't believe we've never done this before,"

your clit nudges back and forth between the valleys of his abs--stimulating you perfectly, the built up wetness makes it even easier for you to slide over his skin.

you note that its not rough--nor is his skin soft, its the perfect texture for you to use. its not overbearing--rather soothing in someway. you think he was absolutely made for you to ride.

the little happy trail that leads from his bellybutton to his hard cock tickles your cunt, the small hairs shamelessly coated by your juice. it sends shocks of pleasure up your body, and it has you moaning his name over and over.

"that's it," he pants, greedily helping you move, he watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, how your mouth is open, how your tits slightly bounce with every nudge of your hips.

he thinks he's never seen you prettier than you are right now.

"use me, baby. use me all you want," he whispers, looking up at you, knowing that your dancing at the edge of the cliff of your orgasm.

"ah-! fuck there!" you whine, and at the last grind of your hips, you're cumming straight on his abs. thighs twitching, head thrown back as you see stars behind your eyes.

he guides you through your high, strong hands remain on your flesh as he moves you back and fourth repeatedly.

you let out a heaving sigh, and slump into his muscled form. "fuck...you remind me everyday why i love your abs,"

his arms wrap soothingly around your shuddering frame, petting your hair, "only my abs?" he teases.

you look up at him from where your head rests on his chest, "all of you," you giggle, hand traveling down to where his hard and aching cock sits in his sweats.

"mostly your cock, though."

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this got me out of my writing block. just thought ya'll should know jdbxb reblogs and feedback always appreciated !!!! <3

#ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi x you #haikyuu smut

[pedroshotwifey]

To The Flame chapter 10

Series masterlist

Pairing: Dark Javier Peña x Fem!reader

Chapter word count: 2.8k

Chapter tags/warnings: smutty smut smut, piv sex, rough piv sex, doin' it over a musty couch, squirting (dont look at me), angst (teehee), bad dirty talk, wifey's silly lil jokes

Chapter summary: You and Javi make the move to Colombia and get settled in.

A/N: Hi babes!! I hope you enjoy this new chapter! I'm super excited bc it's the last one until we dive into the deep end and get into some scary shit 😈 Next week is already written and loaded up to be posted next Friday. Also let's ignore the way I misspelled "Colombia" in the last chapter bc I'm too lazy to go fix it 🫣

*****

The apartment is even smaller than Javi had described. Even he looks surprised walking in. It’s one of those things that you can tell immediately just by the entrance. It opens up directly to a ‘hall’ that splits into the kitchen and living room, which also appear to be relatively cramped. 

With just a short look, you can already see that there are cobwebs in pretty much every corner and musty rugs draped over most of the floorspace—probably to cover some kind of a stain. The kitchen, which is closest to the hall, has cabinet doors hanging from their hinges, more broken tiles than not, and a boarded up window.

You glance nervously up at Javi, who mutters a curse and sets your carry-on bags down on the hardwood floor. He reaches over to flip the light on, which doesn’t do much but cast a dim glow across the outdated green and orange walls. He huffs out a breath and runs a hand through his hair as you wrap your arms around your torso. 

He chews on his cheek and turns his attention to you.

“Well,” he starts. ”I didn't expect it to be luxury, but…” 

A roach crawls across the floor in front of the two of you, making you both take a step back. 

“Maybe at least uninhabited,” you supply, pulling a surprised laugh from him. 

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. 

“We’re gonna make it work, baby. I’ll fix it up nice for you.” 

You grin at him, tucking yourself into his side. 

“You can start by getting rid of the bugs. And maybe painting over those ugly orange walls.” 

“Whatever you want, baby,” he laughs. 

He looks up and cranes his neck to see inside the living room. 

“Right after I fuck my wife on our new dusty couch.” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s picking you up and carrying you over as you playfully protest. 

“Javi, ew! I’d rather you fuck me on the floor with the roaches,” you giggle. You don’t even want to think about what might have transpired on this couch prior to your arrival. It looks to be at least a good twenty years old. He plops you down on it anyway, a layer of dust jumping up just as you expected it would.

You make a fake gagging noise as he climbs over you, already nuzzling into your throat. 

His hand trails down to cup your cunt, making you moan as he covers your lips with his. His fingers push into the waistband of your pants, then your panties, and then further until the middle one is able to prod at your entrance, already wet with anticipation. You gasp as he sinks it down to the knuckle, gently rubbing your walls as he starts to pump at a slow pace. 

“Oh, that feels good, Javi,” you moan as he starts to lick down your throat to your collarbone. His other hand starts to tug your shirt up, lifting it enough to expose your bra-clad chest. He pulls his hand from your core much too quickly and makes you lift your arms up so he can remove both articles, your pants and underwear close behind. 

Javi growls at the sight of you bared for him. He shucks off his own clothes and settles back on top of you, enveloping your lips once again. You’re reminded of the first time he brought you home, when he had laid you down on his couch and worshiped your body for hours. 

You savor the way his hands roam your body, squeezing and pinching everywhere he can. He eagerly swallows your moan when he grasps your breasts harshly, your back arching in pleasure. Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders as he bites your lip, pulling a whine from you now. 

“Oh, you like that, hermosa?” he taunts with a glint in his eye. But you’re too busy panting and feeling to care about his teasing. You just want him to put his damn hand back where he started from. 

“P-Please, Javi,” you beg breathily. He smirks at you and slowly ruts his hips, making you shudder a moan as the underside of his cock rubs against your swollen clit. He repeats the motion at a teasing pace as he lowers his head down to brush a whisper into your ear. 

“Please what?”

Your entire body feels like it was lit on fire, an icy warmth coursing through your veins and settling into your abdomen. You can feel the way your wetness seeps out of you and is picked up by Javi’s cock to lubricate every pass as he grinds against you. 

“Please touch me,” you beg, trying not to let it sound like a whine. Javi just smiles wider and moves his hand to gently caress your face. He presses a gentle, teasing kiss to your lips. 

“Like this?” he asks. You glare at him, biting your lip to hold back the moans that attempt to tumble from you at the next drag of his dick. You grip onto his back and steel your gaze to his. 

“Javier F. Peña. I fucking love you, but if you don’t put your cock inside me right now, I’m going to put rat poison in your dinner.”

You’re honestly surprised you were able to get such a sentence out without stumbling from his distractions. You also have no idea how you’re able to hold your laugh in as it tries to claw its way up. 

You watch as his eyes widen, his brows raising dramatically. A laugh starts to bubble from him as well, and you both lose it. It takes a moment for you both to settle back down from your giggling fit, but when you do, it’s from your asshole husband taking the opportunity to do exactly what you’d requested. 

You yelp his name as he parts you, shoving himself completely inside with one swift thrust and a heavy grunt. Your fingers claw at his back, his skin already slick with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat of the apartment. He immediately lands against that spot deep inside you that makes your jaw drop and your toes curl. 

His head drops as he starts to shallowly thrust, your excessive arousal making the glide smooth and effortless. 

“How do you feel so fucking good every. Damn. Time?” He dramatizes the last words with harsher rolls of his hips, your eyes rolling back as you whimper at the pressure he delivers with each punch.   

His thumb is back on your clit before you realize he was moving his hand, making you clench around him as your body jolts at the sudden pressure. He circles in time with his thrusts, providing you with a heat that licks up your spine and settles low in your belly. 

He starts to move at a faster, rougher pace, and a strange feeling overtakes you. It makes your entire body shake as it consumes you, your blood running hot and your head getting foggy at a rapid pace.

“Javi, p-please,” you beg, though you’re not sure exactly what for. Just that he’ll deliver. He chuckles darkly at you. 

“I know, baby, I know. Let go for me.” 

And you do, you allow the pressure to overflow as you come around his cock, tilting your head back as you moan and your body shudders. The orgasm is blinding, the intensity making your eyes screw shut in pleasure. It feels different from any you’ve had before, somehow much more intense and prolonged. Javi praises you through it, though you can barely hear him. 

“Oh I new you could do it, such a good fucking girl.” 

You’re sweating too as you come down, your body still shuddering with the aftershocks. Everything is blurry when you open your eyes, whether it’s from your rattled brain or the tears lingering in your eyes, you’re not sure. Javi, mercifully has stopped his movements, and is just watching you with awe. 

You grumble at him since your words refuse to work. He’s throbbing inside of you but you can tell he hasn’t come yet. Though it must have been a damn struggle with how much you’d tightened around him.

“Look at the pretty mess you made,” he instructs you with a rasp in his voice as he tilts your head down to where you’re still stretched around him. You obey and look down, only for a gasp to fall from your lips. 

You snap your head back up to look at him upon seeing the soaking wet mess between your thighs. There’s a liquid dripping down both of your thighs—and Javi’s, who watches you with a predatory gaze. 

“Looked fucking perfect squirting on my cock, sweetheart.” 

You give him a sultry smile, still lost in euphoria. Suddenly, he growls and pulls out, dragging you up with him until you’re turned around to face the back of the couch. You clench at the way he manhandles you so you’re flush against it, your arms falling over the edge. He’s never been this rough, and you had no idea how much it would turn you on. 

He thrusts back into you without a word, the both of you groaning in unison. Your cunt aches with overstimulation, but it quickly turns into a soft, building pleasure as he starts at a steady but harsh pace. He grasps your hips roughly as he pummels into you, chasing after his own end now. 

“Take it like such a good girl,” he grits. You just whine as your fingers scramble for purchase on the back of the musty sofa. You can already feel a steady build up between your legs despite your recent orgasm. 

“‘S good, Javi,” you whimper, trying to convey what you’re feeling despite your melting brain. He keeps his thrusts up, punching into your most sensitive spot each time. It’s not long before his panting grows uneven, his weight growing heavier as he pushes you further into the couch. 

“You gonna take my cum, sweetheart? Gonna get full up of me again?” 

You nod eagerly, pushing your ass back as much as you can even with the harsh and rapid slap of his hips against your flesh. 

“Please, please, Javi!” 

He comes inside you with a deep curse, holding you tighter as he slams roughly into you, triggering your second orgasm. He holds you tightly to him as spurt after spurt of his seed paints your walls, each twitch of his cock making you whimper. 

You both stay where you’re at, breathing heavily as you try to get a grasp on reality again. Javi is sticky against you, and you push him off after a moment to get some airflow. He grumbles something behind your back but falls away anyway. 

You collapse against the back of the couch, your head resting on the cushion atop it as Javi rounds it to find the bathroom. You smirk as you watch his pert ass walk away. It only takes a second for him to come back out, carrying a towel he found to clean you up with. He does so, and then grabs soap from your bag for the two of you to shower, where he promises you between kisses that he’ll take you out on a date the first Friday he has off of work. 

****

It wasn’t super hard to get into a new routine. At least in the first few days, when Javi was still at home. The two of you would spend the day making small renovations here and there while trying not to fuck on every surface. Boxes would come in from Texas, and you would unpack those while Javi went out for more supplies. He would come back with meals and little things for you. 

You hadn’t had the chance to explore the city yet, but it didn’t sound like Javi was super fond of that idea. It is a very dangerous part of town after all. He just wants to wait a bit and make sure it’s completely safe for you first. But you were content to stay at home and finish up little projects or stick your nose in a book. Everything was going really great. It only got a little tense once Javi had to start back at work. 

The first day Javi came back from his job, you could tell he had a rough day. You hadn’t even realized he’d entered the apartment until he walked into the living room and scared the shit out of you. He’d either ignored your startled reaction, or had been too tired to notice. You’d simply gotten up to greet him with a hug, and then gone to warm up dinner while he showered. 

You’d eaten in silence after your attempt in asking him how his day had gone. His response was swift and cut you down quickly. You couldn’t really blame him, you’ve heard about how awful his job would be for him to get used to here. So you both ate without speaking, him without really glancing your way. It made your stomach twist in a nagging way, which you wanted to slap yourself for. You know that he wasn’t ignoring you and that you had done nothing wrong, but the insecurity was there in the back of your mind the whole night. 

After dinner, he made slow, silent love to you and fell asleep tangled in your loving embrace. He apologized right before he’d fallen asleep, though you weren’t sure what for. You’d assumed it was for his distance that night, but then the second day was about the same, quiet throughout dinner and until you both went to bed. 

It was the third night that he came home angry. He still didn’t want to talk much, but he did bend you over the dining room table and fuck your brains out almost the second he got home. He praised you this time, letting you know how much you help him after his long days, and that was at least enough to ease some of your worry. 

But his stress didn’t ease at all through the rest of the week. Or the next. You just stayed patient and accommodating, hoping that he would adjust to the new job. But now it’s Friday night on the second week, and you’re watching his golden chest rise and fall after he’d fallen asleep early, after your love-making. Completely having forgotten about your date. 

You’ve been looking forward to it all week, thinking about where he would take you and what you should wear as you fixed things around the house. Went through your dress options as you covered those hideously painted walls in the hall, tried to remember what restaurants the two of you had passed on the way here as you fixed the hinges on the broken kitchen cabinets.

You had everything picked out a couple of days after he’d promised to take you out. Only a few boxes from Texas have arrived so far, so you didn’t have many options, but you settled on a baby pink sundress you know he likes. You even picked out accessories that came in the same box as the dress. 

Though you won’t admit it, you’ve been lonely in the house without him. You’ve powered through because it should only be this month that he’s this busy, but that hasn’t stopped you from feeling a little alone. Hence picking outfits weeks before dates. 

You really wanted to go out and make a friend or two, but Javi said he preferred if you would stay at the apartment just these few weeks so he could scope out the area. You have, because you can’t deny that’s probably smart, but it doesn’t mean you have to like it. This date was going to be your first chance to get out since you moved in. 

You try to ignore the soft ache in your chest. You know he didn’t do it on purpose, and that it’s been a rough couple of weeks for him too, but it still hurts a little bit that he really didn’t remember. It’s half your fault, you suppose, that you didn’t remind him. But you didn’t realize you would have to. 

You sigh and roll over, thinking about what to work on tomorrow. Maybe you’ll get Javi to replace the kitchen tiles if he’s up for it. He’d brought a lot of things to fix up the house that first weekend, but most of the stuff needs to be handled by him. He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself with some of the most strenuous tasks. 

Your eyelids start to drop closed as you hone in on your husband's rhythmic breaths coming from behind you. Maybe, you think right before you fall asleep yourself, you’ll go out on your date tomorrow instead.

***** Oh, what's that? Javi's already turning into a dick? 👀

Hope you enjoyed babes!! I'm beyond excited for y'all to read the next chapter! Series taglist is open as usual if you would like to join <3

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[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Guess Who's back ✨

Anyways..What would Jeff be like if he found out Reader was pregnant?

AGHHH I LOVE GETTING TO WRITE FOR DOMESTIC SITUATIONS!!

Weddings, babies, moving in together i love it all 💗

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff finding out you're pregnant

Jeff has always been firm on the notion that he does not want kids

He thinks kids are annoying and gross and stinky

And there's also some insecurity of him not being able to be a good dad, considering his job, his upbringing, even his appearance

All around, kids are a firm no for him

So when you begin experiencing morning sickness he kind of just denies the very possibility that you could even get pregnant

But you, being at least a little more reasonable than him, decides its better safe than sorry and goes out to buy a test

When you get back, you inform him that you're gonna take the test just to be sure to which he straight up laughs

"You won't need it, because I can tell you right now you're not pregnant"

And so, after a few minutes of waiting anxiously after taking the test, you look at the results and see....a positive

A hand goes to your stomach, the tears already streaming down your face

Jeff, who decided he would wait with you snatches the test and does several takes

He's honestly just speechless, he didn't even really think he could get anyone pregnant, which may have just been wishful thinking on his part

He looks at you, and you look at him

Your face is one of pure joy, and his is a mix of confusion, fear and disgust

"We aren't keeping it, right?" He asks after looking at your face for a while

You frown and smack his arm "jeff! How could you even suggest that?!"

"We aren't prepared for a kid! We've never even talked about it! Not to mention, what kind of life would that kid have?? Growing up in a house full of murderers and monsters, the kid's guaranteed to be fucked in the head!"

"You aren't even going to give this a chance?" You ask frustratedly "you created this with me, you know! The least you could do is take responsibility!"

He groans and storms out of the room, leaving you to cry alone

When he gets back he is less angry, and clearly just got done "blowing off some steam" made clear by the fresh blood on his hoodie

You aren't crying anymore, he comes into the room and sighs before sitting with you on your bed

You are both very quiet for a while, just sitting together

He finally speaks, but he doesn't look at you. He couldn't bear to

"I love you, you know? I just get....i just feel really scared right now because I don't know what to do. I'm not in control and that scares me"

You look at him and place a hand on his cheek "if you wanna get rid of it, then we can discuss our options?" You offer

He shakes his head "i dont wanna get rid of it....i just...i don't want to mess this up, you know?"

You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder "you won't mess it up..." you look at your stomach and then grab his hand and place it on your lower belly "if you love this baby as much as you love me, theres no way you could" you say looking up at him with a smile

He looks at your stomach and then at you "im still so, so scared" he whispers to you "i dont know anything"

You kiss his nose and press your forehead to his "it's ok. We'll learn together"

He smiles "ok"

After that first whole fight, he actually gets pretty excited about the baby!

You manage to pay slender to get a room that you can make into a nursery, and announce the news to your close friends

Jeff is always buying things for the baby. Toys, clothes, blankets, etc

He also loves to talk to the baby, telling your little one all about the day that he had and how much he loves them

He's still hates kids, but his kid is amazing

(Also authors note i wanna write more general preganancy hcs for jeff bc hes so silly)

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x reader #jeffery woods #jeff the killer

[bbyquokka]

Just saw Han’s star nails and idk why but I can imagine him letting you paint his nails and he can’t help but coo at how concentrated you are and he’s just admiring how excited you are trying out a new design 🥺

lazy days and painted nails

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, idol jisung, established relationship words: 0.5k ~ (587)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“baby, it's time.” jisung looks up at you from his position on the bedroom floor. lay flat on his stomach in just a white vest and grey sweats pants with a manga in front of him.

it's stray kids comeback in a few weeks and jisung is taking this time to relax for a while before things start getting hectic again. he doesn't mind things being chaotic, he likes it, keeps him busy. but he hates being away from you so he wants to spend the free time he has now with you as much as possible.

“nails?” he asks as you sit down on a pillow in front of him. you nod as you put the nail polishes, file and clippers down.

“comeback is soon and i want to do your nails.”

“ok. be my guest baby.” jisung sits up, willingly giving you his right hand. you like painting his nails just as much as he likes watching you do his nails. it's like you're with him when he is away, in a weird yet beautiful way.

“what design are you thinking off?” he asks, watching you file his nails and get rid of the dead skin and cuticles.

“something to do with stars. was thinking stars on all your fingers because y'know, five star.” you giggle.

“clever. just like the album, i love it.” your cheeks turn a soft pink colour as you open the nail polishes. you start by painting his nails, careful not to flood his cuticles or get any on his skin.

jisung watches you, smiling to himself. he reaches out with his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear gently, which causes the tips of your ears to turn red and heart to thump like crazy against your rib cage.

“you're so beautiful, yn.”

“shh. don't make me lose focus.” you mumble.

“i can't help but speak my mind when it comes to you.” you give jisung a simple “mhm”, a sign that you're half listening. you stick your tongue out in concentration, one of the many habits jisung loves about you.

“even now you're acting so cute. with your tongue sticking out and the way your cheeks are so pink because of me.”

“ji!!” you whine, sticking out your bottom lip as you mess up one of the points of the star. “now i have to start all over again.”

“don't” jisung stops you from grabbing the remover by grabbing your hand gently. he intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you closer to him.

you stutter. your faces are getting dangerously closer and closer to each other.

he's so close. you can see the fine detail of his textured skin. the skin on his lips, the mole on his cheek. his long lashes and cute button nose.

“you don't want me to fix it up?” you whisper, as you close your eyes.

“no.”

“but why.” jisung pulls you onto his lap gently, holding your waist. his breath fans against your lips as he leans in, tilting his head to the side.

“because it shows that someone i love has done my nails. i don't want them to look perfect, i want people to know, to see that you did my nails. it feels like you're with me.”

you whimper softly as his lips press against yours in a gentle, sweet and delicate kiss. your lips move together in sync, creating a perfect rhythm that allows you both to get lost in.

“it's imperfectly perfect and i love that.”

note: anon, we must have the same mind because i too, also thought about painting his nails and just soft bf jisung. im so soft for him, more than usual and idk anymore. f u jisung /af

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[first-edition]

Friction

Smut-mas day 10

Spence Reid x reader

sum- after seeing something on tv you want to bring it up to spencer but are too shy. 

Cw- thigh riding, dom! Spencer, sub! Reader, edging, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk.

You sit on the couch with your boyfriend Dr. Spencer Reid as Star Trek plays on the large flat screen tv. Your legs are draped over his thighs, his fingers run up and down your thighs as you sit on your phone never one for Star Trek. 

‘did you ask?!!’ 

A blaring message from Penelope pops up on your phone. 

‘….no. Im not gonna its stupid besides it was a just a movie and they over exaggerate everything.’ You reply

‘no Shut up I did it with Kevin. Lol trust me it’s amaze!!🤤’ she replies back to you.

You sigh putting your phone face down on your chest looking up at the ceiling.

“what wrong you have to go?” He asks if your work has paged you. 

“n-no…” you say still looking at the ceiling. 

“Good. Wasn’t ready for you to leave yet. He says kissing his finger tips and placing them back on your leg. You smile at the gesture. But soon the grading ding of your phone rings out. 

You look seeing Penelope’s words. 

‘ASK!’

You close your phone putting it on the floor. 

“what’s wrong?” He says reaching for the remote turning his attention to you. 

“nothings wrong, i just…yeah.” You say making spencer chuckle. 

“hmm you never do that and when you do something is wrong.” He replies. 

“profiling me now are we?” You flirt. 

“no.” He says pausing the movie. 

“I pay attention to my girlfriend and right now something is bothering her i and I wanna fix it.” He says patting your thigh. 

“I-…i can ask you it.” You say sitting up pulling your legs back bringing your knees to your chest. 

“y/n…?”he leans closer to you. “why cant you ask me?” He retorts. 

“b-because..” you say pulling your hood up trying to hide. “y/n. Dont have me make you tell me.” He says. “Because why?” 

“i-it’s something i was watching with Penelope and she was talking about how her and Kevin enjoyed it, well more so her, but the girl in the movie was enjoying it too and you know movies exaggerate…and i cant tell you bc its dirty.” You ramble.

“sexy dirty or literally mud and dirt, dirty?” He asks

“sexy dirty…” you say

he chuckles shaking his head to you. 

“Hon you know im always open to trying new things. Tell me before i find out myself.” 

You’re quiet for a second. 

“okay i’ll call Garcia.” He says 

“No no no!” You get up hurrying to him. He laughs 

“tell me.” He says 

“th-…” you mumble off quietly. 

“hm?” 

“th-thigh ridding…” you say. He chuckles.

“no…no see it is stupid your laughing.” You say covering your face with the sleeves. 

“No im not laughing. Im just surprised it took you this long. Garcia already told me you were interested.” 

“She what?” You face burns red.

He chuckles nodding. 

“come here.” He says pulling you to him as you semi straddle him. His hands rest on your hips sitting you down on his leg. 

“look at me.” He says lifting your chin. 

Your eyes still look away. This makes spencer lift his leg up slightly just enough to hit your clothed cunt. 

Your eyes meet him. 

“good girl..do you know how to grind?” He asks you shake your head no. 

“hmm well first these have to go.” He says about your shorts. Pulling down the top as you lift off him as he slips the garment off both legs leaving you in sheer panties. 

He pulls your hips closer to him and pushes your underwear to the side. Running his finger along the slit already wet from the interaction of his speaking. 

He hums in approval at your eager and nervousness. 

“youre okay.” He soothes you pressing his lips against yours before plunging his finger into you making you gasp allowing his other hand you grab the back of your head and slip his tounge into your mouth making out with you and fingering you. 

Making your squirm already he pulls back pecking your lips. 

“you want me to teach you?” He asks moving his hands to your hips. 

you nod shyly. 

“sit all the way and arch your back.” He replies pushing your hips down and back leading you as your feel your clit hit the fabric of his pants. His leg pushes up to you. 

You cover your mouth your sleeve hanging off your hand. 

“move back and forth…like this.” He guides your hips back and forth the friction making you gasp. He grabs your wrist pulling your arms around his neck letting your front rest against him allowing for a perfect angle to grind as well as your face in his nape. 

“let me hear those pretty sound, you know i hate when you dont.” He groans once again guiding you hips. Making you moan out softly. 

Continuing to help you. You want more not realizing its what you need you move more, faster harder. You hear spencer moan as your thigh hits his erection in his pants. His hands search your body under the hoodie groping your breasts squeezing you hips.

“Such a good girl, using my thigh to pleaurse you self..so good.” He groan in your ear. He lifts his thigh making your moan out as the new weight. 

“i want you to cum…i want you to cum on my thigh. And then I’ll make you cum on my tongue” he says as he squeezes your ass. 

“ngh..” you moan out hiding your face in his neck. 

“fuck yeah baby keep going use me like that.” He huffs 

Your pace picks up slightly as you reach the high your familiar with letting spencer use you. 

“s-Spence..” you gasp as he pushes you into his thigh finally breaking you and making you cum.

He continues to guide you a bit after chasing your orgasam. 

You pant as he lets go of your hips. Your cunt clenches around nothing now wanting spencer more than anything.

You sit up as spencer moves your hair out of your face. 

“you alright?” He ask looking into your lust riddled eyes and blushed complexion. 

you nod smiling. 

“good.” He says bringing your leg over his body before standing up keeping your legs around his waist.  “anything else you wanna try?” He ask. You smile and nod moving close to him whispering it. He smiles at your request and basically runs into the bedroom.  

#spencer reid smut #spencer #spencer ried #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds smut #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x reader smut #jelsasnowflakessmutmas

[partywithgyu]

SHE HAS A HORNY DOLL AT HOME.

Choi Soobin Smut.

dom!reader x sub!soobin.

content signs: dollification, mommy kink, very horny, slight public I guess, use of term malewife.

requested / idea by: @whatudowhennooneseesyou

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"Soobin you're my fucking malewife."

You had returned home with something on your mind, Soobin could tell.

You pushed the main door shut behind you before taking a seat right in the middle of the couch. Placing your bag and a shopping bag beside you, you leaned back. "Hi hun. I thought you would be a late. You'll have to wait for food. I just ordered it. Any guess what it is?," said the pretty boy who was rearranging the book shelf for some reason.

Then you called him a malewife.

Soobin was dumbfounded. Was it an insult? Did you mean that you were blessed to have him? Did it mean that you want to fuck him? He looked at you. It was hot the way your shirt wrapped your body and you formal skirt was ridding up your thigh. He had the urges to glance at whatever is under. The hottest thing at the moment was how you were eye fucking him already.

"Drop that book and come here. Don't you want to get fucked by mommy?"

Desperately he came and sat beside you. Your hand ran over his face. His eyes to your lips. Kiss him already. Not so soon though. "I gotta make my doll pretty first, right?"

Pulling out a lipstick from the MAC bag next to you, you straddled his lap. The feeling of you moving against clothed bulge made his eyes close and a hushed sound of pleasure leave his parted lips. "no no. We have to stay still," you said while completely failing to do so. You were grinding on him and your fingers tapped over his cheekbones, spreading the blush.

"Ca- Can I touch you?" he asked as if his hands weren't already heading to your boobs.

"Yes. Fuck. I spoil you too much."

"Put in my mouth. Please. Mommy."

"Not until we get that gloss on your lips."

The swaying stopped and pretty boy whined. He was unable to form a proper sentence even. His mind was fuzzy. He was desperate. He was so deep into the subspace. You still took your time to apply the gloss on his lips and highlighter on his face. Tonight he had to be a doll.

"Soobin you are so fucking pretty."

"Just fuck me then. I mean. Please fuck me. I want to-mommy use me."

You pressed your lips against his. "Dont whine baby. What does my baby want? I am going to ride my pretty doll now, okay? Lay down."

Soobin moaned when your hand ran up and down his free dick. It was already sticky. "So hot. ah. Mommy. Start riding," whines the doll as you sat on his dick. It was quick and desperate the way both of you moved next. Like a race to pleasure. Both of you were on the same team. The huge doll moved his hips up and down and whined as if you two were the only ones in the world. Until the doorbell rang.

"Fuck the food," you said. "Soobin let go, Ill go get it." Could he even hear you? A few more strokes and his fluids were already coating your insides. You had to get up and pull your skirt down, adjust your bra,close you buttons and rush to the door.

"Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Not a problem, miss."

Was that mid twenties guy looking you up and down or were you overthinking? You took the bag from his hands. "How much do I pay?," you asked, already feeling white fluid making its way down your inner thigh.

"Its paid for online already," the guy said.

"Of course it is," you said not having it in you to make eye contact. Especially when the sound of Soobin's moan reached your ears.

"Thank you for the food. Have the good night."

"You too, miss."

Oh. You were going to. Door was closed, food on table and Soobin was coming once again. White fluid was running down your leg.

Soobin knew what was coming when he saw you strip like you did. Was it even normal how horny you made him?

"What was that?"

"I was just letting him know that you are fucking me. You already have a doll. I am your doll. Touch me again."

"Lets put your shameless mouth to some good use. Get ready to have that lipstick all over your face."

#txt imagines #txt #txt x reader #txt fluff #kpop imagines #txt smut #kpop smut #soobin x reader #txt soobin #choi soobin #soobin imagines #soobin smut #choi soobin smut

[e-munson666]

Miss girl after reading that very spicy and angsty Steddie Fic, I think we should get a part 2 so we know what happens after Steve returns👀

If you insist. HERE IT IS.

++Steddie x Girlfriend!Reader++

Warnings ⚠️: 18+, language, mature content, unplanned pregnancy, MORE ANGST! fighting. Abuse, Stalking, Steve is MEAN. Eddie is very protective of reader. Everyone is 21.

Taglist: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @kylaasposts @joekeeryworld @aggressiverocknoises @need-a-life-or-grass

Part 1

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Steve came back from his "walk several hours later, drunk, and still fuming. He sees you and Eddie sitting on the couch, Eddies arms wrapped around you. "Get the fuck up" Steve demands, grabbing your arm.

"Dont tou.." Eddie began before Steve cut him off "SHUT UP MUNSON." His grip around your wrist tightened as he pulled you to your feet.

"Heres what's gonna happen" he said, face inches away from yours, "your either going to get rid of it, or you both can get the fuck out of here."

"Shes not getting rid of MY baby Steve" Eddie scoffed, reaching his arm in-between you and Steve.

"Shes MY girlfriend Munson, and if she wants to stay here and be with me, she's fucking getting rid of it." Steve spits, grabbing Eddies collar. The boys stared at each other in a heated, silent glare, chests heaving, fists clenching.

"Im not getting rid of it Steve" you mutter, looking over at Eddie.

"Then get the fuck out. Both of you. NOW" Steve yells, shoving you towards the door. The last time you saw Steve was when Eddie was pounding his fist into Steve's face for touching you. "Go, wait in my van, I'll be right there" he commanded through gritted teeth before shutting the apartment door, ready to full on brawl with Steve.

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That was two months ago. Now you and Eddie live in a tiny little trailer, close to his uncle Wayne. Eddie picked up more shifts at the hideout, and you got a part time job at the Library in town. You and Eddie were happy, incredibly in love, and so excited for your baby. There was just one problem, Steve Harrington was stalking you.

It started 2 weeks ago, when Steve caught a glimpse of your tiny bump as he was waiting for Henderson to come out of the Library. He knew he'd royally fucked up the moment he regained consciousness after Eddie had beat his ass. He wanted you back with him, no matter who's baby that was, he NEEDED you back with him.

It was innocent at first, he would come by the library every day, sitting out in his car waiting to catch a small glimpse of you as you walked to your car. But it escalated quickly from there, he would follow you home, and spend hours watching you and Eddie through the windows of your trailer. He watched as Eddie catered to you, watched him spoil you, watched him take Steve's rightful place as the man in your life.

Neither you or Eddie had noticed Steve following you around, that is until today, when Eddie came to pick you up from work. He'd only driven you because you felt dizzy that morning.......when he pulled his van up to the parking lot he saw Steve's BMW. He didn't think much of it at first, its a public library after all, and Steve and Henderson still hangout quite a bit. It wasn't until he noticed Steve still in the drivers seat that he started to get concerned. Eddie became angry when he saw you walk out of the library and towards his van, and he saw Steve's eyes on your every move.

Eddie was almost on fire when you finally entered the van. "Eds......what's wrong?" You ask, immediately noticing how angry he was. "Eddie?"

"Nothing sweetheart" he lied, carefully pulling out of the lot and heading home. It wasn't long until he caught a glimpse of the BMW trailing behind them. That solidified it for Eddie, causing him to become enraged.

"Princess" he said, in a too calm tone, "dont be scared okay, but Steve is following us."

"What?!" You choke, turning in your seat to see that Eddie was right.

"He was watching you, as you walked out of the library. He watched you walk all the way to my van, and now the fucker is following us" Eddie grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. How dare Steve bother the two of you after everything he fucking did. He had a lot of audacity to even fucking look at you at all.

He made a split second decision, holding his arm out in front of you as he stomped on the breaks. The van came to a screeching hault, and Eddie could hear Steve's tires do the same.

"Eddie" you nearly whisper, seeing the anger in his face, knowing what he was about to do.

"Stay here baby, PLEASE." He begs, kissing your cheek before unbuckling his seatbelt. Before you could argue with him he was hopping out of the van, stomping towards Steve, who was already leaning against the hood of his own vehicle.

You were too scared to move, so you just watched in horror at what was unfolding.

"Why the fuck are you following us Harrington" Eddie yells as he approaches Steve, hands gripping his collar as he speaks.

Steve just flashes a coy smile at Eddie before responding, "Im here to take my girl home." Returning Eddies grip around his jacket.

Eddie is taken aback by what Steve had just said to him, "what the fuck are you talking about Harrington, that's not YOUR girl anymore remember, she's mine now, she's all fucking mine, you piece of shit" Eddie seethes, shaking Steve as he just laughed in Eddies face.

As you watched from the van you witnessed the most horrible thing happen. Steve swept Eddies leg out from under him, slamming him onto the pavement, knocking him out. You saw the dark look on Steve's face as he turned to the van.

Before thinking you tried to scramble out of the passenger seat, attempting to run into the forest you were parked near. You didn't make it far before Steve had a tight, rough hold around your neck. "Dont fucking fight me babydoll" he said coldly.

You thrashed around for a moment, trying to escape his grip, but he tightens his arm around you, cutting off your air. You gasped for air and stumbled on your feet as Steve led you back to his BMW, shoving you inside. He turned to where Eddie was laying on the pavement, a tiny trickle of blood running down the road where Eddies skull hit the concrete. Steve spit on the ground next to Eddie before climbing into the drivers seat of his car.

You were shaking and crying frantically. "Steve" you whimpered, his tires screeched as he turned the car around, speeding away. He didn't respond to you, he just kept driving, flashing you a crazed look every now and then.

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A/N: this went off the rails HARD!!! But I fucking love it. Part 3?!

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 5 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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As soon as I was in a stable sitting position Robin tried to climb on my leg only to be stopped by Rikaad who had grabbed his scruff.

“Don't randomly climb people, that's rude!”

Rikaad seemed to be an alright guy even if I did not know what to make of him. 

On one hand he seemed not afraid to call just about anyone off should they do something wrong.

On the other hand, I couldn't really make sense of him.

I now knew that Robin liked me enough to not want me dead, and I realized that that was the first time in forever that someone had actually stood up for me which never happened before and felt weirdly fuzzy inside at that.

Arthur however definitely wanted me dead judging by the look in his eyes.

But I could not for the life of me figure out what Rikaad was thinking of me and it made me kind of nervous.

But before I could further dwell on it Arthur had walked over and went to face Rikaad whispering something to him I could barely hear.

“What are you doing? We are supposed to get rid of this thing! Have you forgotten? He kidnapped Robin for fucks sake! And now you just let him free? We are supposed to get rid of the Fae folk as per the king's orders!”

Wow i never thought someone could be this hateful to someone they didn't even know but apparently i was wrong, I just hoped that the others did not listen to him.

“Arthur i can understand that you are angry about this entire situation but i have to inform you that we are not in Kamerasca right now, so technically the laws don't apply here, and we can't do anything without provocation”

He stepped closer to Arthur gripping his lower arm gently.

“Just behave? it's going to be okay we can just ignore the Fae and go home, i'm certain he's not gonna go to Kamerasca ever again seeing as he'd be killed on sight if he got to close”

Arthur squirmed a bit in his grip and finally conceded.

“fine but only because he did not laugh at Robins spider thing and helped instead”

Speaking of Robin now that Rikaad’s attention was on Arthur he had resumed climbing my leg and was sitting on my knee now.

Looking at me he just pointed at them and shrugged.

“Arthur is still pissed about the whole thing but i promise he's not evil just very grumpy and unfriendly”

His attempt at reassuring me wasn't really working as Arthur kept looking at me like he wanted to jab my eyes out.

“Sure”

I really wasn't convinced but so far at least none of them actually hurt me more than a few scratches, not counting the Sedative bolt of course.

As both of the other young men came back over, Robin attempted to slide down my leg but ended up falling down from my knee and I moved on reflex catching him before he hit the ground.

Well this certainly gave me enough adrenaline to stave off the rest of the tranquiliser.

Slowly lowering him the rest of the way to the ground I saw that Arthur had run closer and upon seeing him in my hand had put his fingers onto the hilt of his sword staring at me with wide eyes.

Rikaad however was eerily calm and strolled over to Robin who was climbing off of my Palm and offered his hand to him to help him down

“Arthur do not be rude and put that sword away”

Arthur did so immediately.

It seemed that this Rikaad guy was the leader of the group, or at least Arthur did as he said.

“So now we all can go our separate ways and forget that this week ever happened right?”

Arthur seemed eager to leave which, honestly, I couldn't blame him for.

I had scared him the first time we met and basically kidnapped his friend so it was no wonder he had a disdain for me.

He came up to us and took Robin's arm, dragging him away from me a little.

An emotion I couldn't quite identify bloomed in my chest and I did my best to shove it down.

I would not be sad about Robin leaving! I barely knew him anyway so what would it matter if I was alone again? I was a loner before so I can be a loner again if I have to!

However as they went to leave they seemed to encounter a problem.

“Do any of you know the direction we have to go to get home?”

They all looked at each other confused at Robin's Question, seemingly not having thought about that beforehand.

“So you guys followed me without any plan??”

I couldn't really believe that anyone would be so stupid to follow a Giant of all things into the Silvervale forest which was known for its monsters.

“Well this is your fault! If you hadn't grabbed Robin we wouldn't even be here!

An angry looking Arthur yelled at me.

“My fault?? You're the one that dragged him into a Forest that was already known for being a deathtrap! You didn't have to go after me but you still did!”

I defended myself.

“This is definitely not my fault! You're the one that stole something! And it is my duty as guard to correct anything unjust!”

This guy made me angry, as if Guards ever did anything helpful to people they deem ‘lesser’.

“The only thing I took was a piece of bread because I did not want to starve! And save me the Guard duty stuff.

I know those guys just love beating up the poor people! I saw them kill an old fisherman and then throw his body into a crab container just cuz he told them to fuck off! Your precious Guard can rot in hell for all i care”

Arthur's face went red and warped into a Furious grimace.

“You know what? Fuck you! and Fuck all this! Im going to fuck your mom and give her a child she’ll actually love!”

At these words I felt my anger that already had been simmering a bit boil over again, I had never been insulted like this.

But before I could even move to do anything Rikaad crossed the short distance between them with a few steps and had slapped him across the face, startling me out of my anger.

“You do not take such words into your mouth ever again! If you have to resort to such foul language to win a battle you are absolutely no better than your opponent!”

“But-”

Arthur held his face where he had been slapped with one hand.

“No excuses! such language will not be tolerated, understood?”

“Understood”

Robin had hid behind me while all this transpired and only now dared to peek out again.

“So do we know where to go? Or not?”

He asked meekly, seemingly wanting this interaction to be over already.

Rikaad turned back to him while Arthur took some snow out of a shadowed area under a tree and cooled his face with it while walking a distance away out of sight.

“I'm afraid we don't but i'm sure we'll find a way back, don't worry this time we are three people so that should make it easier”

Seeing him stand next to Robin this close I noticed that he was almost an entire head taller than the Ginger boy.

“Only three? Not four?”

He glanced up at me but I waved him off.

It would be better if he went home, and i could not follow him, i was not allowed anywhere near Kamerasca at all so i'd be better if i just left.

“The patrols would kill me on sight its better i don't come with you”

“But-”

Whatever Robin had wanted to say was interrupted by a scream coming from somewhere behind the trees.

Before I could react Rikaad had already darted past me and Robin to the source of the sound, fingers ready at the hilt of the sword at his side.

“ARTHUR!”

Running after Rikaad and coming to a stop on another clearing i saw Arthur pinned beneath a Manticore, the weird mismatched lion body with scorpion tail and legs was as big as a horse and its stubby feline face was turned into a weird grimace that showed mandibles protruding from its gums, dripping with sickly gray saliva.

Rikaad tried to shoot it with the crossbow not daring to get closer, but the thick chitinous segments of its heinous form made the bolts ricochet off of it.

Not really knowing what to do I tried to remember everything I knew about Manticore but the only thing that came to mind by staring at its shiny carapace was a memory of a cat swiping at a normal scorpion.

I decided that since my brain would not supply anything better, to do just that and hope not to get stung.

So getting closer and avoiding making it sting or maul the trapped form of Arthur underneath it I crouched down, trying to aim for its side to smack it away from Arthur, who had started bleeding out of a wound inflicted by the thing's legs.

Hitting it square in the side as hard as I could and sending it flying against a tree I heard a sick thud and it stopped moving.

Leaving Rikaad to deal with Arthur i went over to the manticore planning on making sure it was dead.

Inspecting the twisted form of the monster I saw it still shallowly breathing.

Not knowing what else to do as weapons were too small for me I broke off a tree branch and Stabbed it through the abdomen between two of the chitinous segments, watching sickly bluish blood lazily flow out of the wound.

I tried my best not to throw up at the awful sight and sick smell.

Tossing the branch aside and turning back to the other two.

Arthur was half lying half sitting on the ground and holding his side which at least had stopped bleeding.

I might not like the guy very much but I still did not wish anyone death.

I was not sure if going over to them would be appreciated so I decided to head back to Robin who we had left behind some trees.

“Robin?”

He popped up from a bush scanning the area as if expecting more monsters.

“Donovan! Is everything okay? What happened? Is Arthur alright?”

Bending down and plucking him out of the bush I told him about what had happened.

“There was a Manticore but its dead now so don't worry, as for Arthur im not sure but Rikaad is with him”

Clinging to my fingers he tried to look between the trees to see where the other two were.

“Can you bring me to them?”

He asked and even if he could walk the short distance himself I brought him over.

Rikaad was bandaging a gash in Arthurs side where the Monster had slashed at him with its legs, Arthur's armor set neatly aside.

Arthur himself seemed to be okay and was complaining about getting bandages, insisting he was fine.

Seeing me come closer with Robin in my hands he paled a little but did not say anything.

“Arthur! Are you okay?”

Robin shouted, trying to climb down on me before I could set him on the ground, so lowering my hand he jumped off, stumbling for a second then running straight for Arthur.

But before he could tackle him in a hug he was stopped by Rikaad who put a hand on the smaller boy.

“Careful! I don't want this to start bleeding again so make sure you’re mindful about that okay?”

Robin nodded enthusiastically and went to sit at Arthurs side.

I debated if I should leave for good now that nobody's attention was on me before Rikaad winked me down to talk.

So, sitting on the ground once more a bit away from the Injured Arthur that was currently being fussed over by a very energetic Robin, I faced Rikaad not really knowing why he had wanted to speak to me again.

“I want to apologize for shooting you with the tranquiliser crossbow and also thank you for saving Arthur, even if he insulted you you still stepped up to help when i could not get close to the manticore so thank you for saving my friend”

Well this was not what i had expected but i guess it was appreciated.

“Uh well dying to one of those beasts would suck wouldn't it?”

I stammered out a bit dumbfounded, he had apologized for shooting me AND thanked me for helping Arthur, who was now trying to shove Robin off of himself.

But I still couldn't really place the guy, he was a bit unnerving regardless.

“I do have to ask though if you know the way back to Kamerasca as it seems none of us can remember the way”

I really wished I could answer that but as I had been intending on leaving the place so I didn't memorize the way I had taken.

“No idea sorry, but i've been just walking towards the mountains so maybe if you walk away from them you'll end up back in Kamerasca?”

He shook his head slowly.

“That's going to be dangerous if we don't know where we are going and i'm not sure if just walking away from the mountains won't lead us into even more dangerous areas”

“So what do you plan to do then?”

I asked him and he seemed to try and think of something.

“Would you help us? I know you have no reason to go back to a place that doesn't like you but i fear that these woods are not made for some small humans”

I knew doing this would be risky as it meant that I had to get close to Kamerasca again, but at the same time this was kind of my fault and i didn't think I could leave them to the forest’s whim at this point.

“I'll bring you close to it, but if i see any buildings i'm out”

This seemed like a reasonable solution so I would not have to be anywhere near Tunstead ever again.

Rikaad nodded at me curtly.

“Thank you, now let's get the other two”

He turned on the spot and walked back to Robin and Arthur.

What a weird guy I thought but brushed it off for now maybe he just had a strict parent or something.

Walking over to where the other two still sat on the ground I looked back at the mountain.

Well i could still go there at a later point if i wanted.

Robin perked up when he saw us come back, Arthur however looked mildly annoyed at the fact that he now had at least two flower crowns on his head made from dandelions.

“The weird plant juice is making my hair sticky”

He complained at Robin who just laughed and stuck his tongue out at him.

Arthur then turned to face Rikaad.

“So what do we do now? Which way do we need to take to go home?”

Rikaad pointed at me.

“He said we had to go away from the mountain to get back but i'm not sure if we won't end up in even more danger this way, so i asked him to tag a long for a bit”

A huge smile appeared on Robin's face while Arthur clenched his jaw but didn't object to it even if he still looked at me with a death glare.

“As long as we get home i guess”

He slowly stood up mindful about his injury.

Robin walked up to him offering a hand.

“I'm fine just a small cut”

That did not look like a ‘small cut’ i thought, but it didn't look all that bad either.

“So what direction do we need to go now?”

Arthur seemed still a bit uneasy about the entire manticore thing, eyes occasionally glancing at the corpse.

“Away from the mountains, we have been walking towards them the entire time, so if we walk with them at our backs we should find home in no time”

Motioning for all of us to follow he started walking Arthur stumbled after him and Robin jumped up to go after them.

Lagging behind a few seconds I also started walking with them.

I soon realized that this was Slow, maybe not for a human but I was a Giant now which meant I had way longer legs than them.

Having to stop all the time to not just step over them was rather annoying.

Robin seemed to notice and motioned to talk to all of us.

“We are not as fast as you, Maybe it would be faster if you pick us up?”

At this proposal Arthur paled once again and even Rikaad seemed a bit uneasy.

“I don't think i want to do that, honestly i’d rather not aggravate the cut on my side by being grabbed so let's not?”

He seemed nervous and I could understand that, After all, our first encounter did not go well.

Robin however immediately walked up to me and put his arms over his head in what I could only link to a child asking to be picked up.

I decided that grabbing was off the table as I was pretty sure if I did that Arthur would stab me, so instead I put my hand on the Ground for Robin to climb on.

He did so with no hesitation sitting down in my palm while Arthur glared at me and Rikaad just watched with those unnerving eyes of his.

I could just not tell what he was thinking, which at the moment was scarier than any monsters to me.

Standing up again we resumed walking, still at a stupidly slow pace to me but forward nonetheless.

Carefully cupping my hands to my chest and slowly dragging my feet over the floor I went after the two that had decided to walk themselves.

It was really boring to slowly drag myself after them, and also awkwardly silent.

It took a good hour until someone said something again.

“I think we should look for a camping spot before it gets dark”

Rikaad was the one to break the silence, and looking up I did indeed see that the sun was way lower than before.

I wondered how long I was out cold from the tranquiliser as it was not even midday when I got shot with it.

“How long was I out for? That Tranquiliser must be one hell of a drug to put me out for hours”

Rikaad was once again the one to talk

“About four hours but i might be off”

Four hours huh, well that was a good chunk of the day wasted just lying on the forest floor.

Speaking of the forest floor, it seemed we had to make some room between trees as we could not find any more open areas.

Setting Robin down and shoving an uprooted tree away, I sat down while the smaller Humans gathered firewood.

Looking up at the sky and watching it change color till they managed to get a fire going.

I flinched when I heard the crossbow go off again but I wasn't the one that got shot, I realized quickly as a dead bird fell on top of me.

“What the fuck”

Plucking the carcass from my shoulder and holding it into the fading sunlight I saw that it was a white bird with grayish mottled wings.

Looking down I saw Robin trying not to laugh and Rikaad looking still as stone faced as ever, Arthur looked at me with shock probably expecting me to do something bad.

Chucking the dead Bird at Rikaad who expertly catched it, I leaned against a tree which creaked a bit under my weight.

I'd be insulted by this if I wasn't a giant now.

“You're a good shot but please don't drop dead birds on me”

Something that I thought was the smallest hint of a smile appeared on his lips but as soon as I saw it it was gone again.

“I will try my best”

He handed the carcass over to Robin who set about preparing the bird by plucking out all feathers and carving the guts out.

All three of them looked tired but I was still wide awake, probably because I spent four hours unconscious in the middle of the day.

I wondered if i could sleep tonight at all or if my sleep schedule was fucked now.

Deciding not to worry about it now I instead watched what the smaller men were up to.

Robin was cooking the bird Rikaad had shot, Rikaad himself was fiddling with the crossbow, apparently fine tuning it.

Arthur was using a whetstone to sharpen his blade, the rhythmic shrrrap shrrrap providing a constant background noise.

He occasionally glanced up at me but when he saw that I was looking at him he turned his head down again very fast.

The smell of the cooking Bird was delicious but I still did not feel hungry.

I decided that since the bird was too small to be of any use to me that I would not ask for a piece of it.

Instead I looked at the cursed Bracelet a bit more.

It was a grayish pale metal but not iron as iron would sometimes give me a rash when I was exposed to it too long.

Silver maybe? But silver did not conduct magic as far as I was aware.

So whatever the pale metal part was it could not be either of those.

The other parts however seemed to be made of Bronze and gold with the Bronze forming a sort of swirling pattern.

It had various green gems inlaid, none of which I recognized.

“What are you looking at?”

The Question put me out of my trance and I looked down to see who had asked me that.

Robin was staring up at me holding what appeared to be a cooked bird leg and a piece of its wing.

“I'm just inspecting this Cursed thing, don't worry i'm not gonna mess with it”

I tapped the Bracelet to show what I meant before putting my arm down again.

“Aha”

He looked at the meat in his hands and then back at me.

“Id share with you if you want”

While it was nice of him to offer i knew that it was not enough for me even if he had offered me the entire bird, so i winked him off.

“Keep it, that's not enough for me anyway so no need for me to take yours”

“If you're sure”

He sat down on the Ground where he was and started biting chunks of flesh out of the leg.

I noticed that both Rikaad and Arthur were also staring at me.

Did they expect me to do something? I knew that Robin hadn't told them about me being able to eat people, but it still seemed like they were waiting for me to attempt to do so.

Well given the amount of horror stories about Giants and all sorts of big creatures it was no surprise.

It still stung a little but I guessed that there was no way for me to prove that I wasn't a monster.

I just hoped that we found our way back to Kamerasca so I could leave and deal with this stupid curse somehow.

I just hoped I did not have to cut off my own arm to do so.

I heard someone shuffling around near me and looking down I saw that Rikaad had stood up.

“We should sleep. Who is volunteering for the first shift of the night watch?”

Rikaad looked at all of us equally as he asked and I decided that since I had a good four hours of tranquiliser induced sleep already that I would volunteer for the first one.

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#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #g/t story #Barmea

[sylvaridreams]

Sage said something regarding Alba's new in-game fit about that he's finally playing around with his gender which is unfortunately (?) Not the case! Alba's relationship to gender is that he has one. And it's one of the boring default ones and you don't need to look closely at it at all. So please don't look at him.

He is a cis man, and he genuinely is, and he knows this because he HAS examined "what do I want, what do I need?" And the answer to both has always been "be a man." The ideas of womanhood or of being nonbinary or agender or all both something else entirely are ideas that make him MISERABLE. He doesn't WANT to be anything other than a man.

The ISSUE is that Alba deep down (not very deep) is gnc (but hiding it from everyone, himself included.) He refuses to acknowledge this. He Knows there are countless ways to be a man; he has gnc people and feminine men and trans people in his life that he loves and respects and he has no disagreement with their lived experiences or identities or anything. It boils down to that Alba thinks it is his ONLY OPTION (for him, personally!) to squeeze himself into a miniscule box of "masculine man" and never move or breathe so the box doesn't collapse trying to hold him. This is a "rules for me, not for thee" thing.

People around him can clearly see SOMETHING is up with Alba in terms of gender or related stuff. Something is going on that he's burying deep. It's not hard to catch a glimpse of how miserable he seems over certain things. Yao tried cracking his egg and had no luck with it. Turned to Alba's companions once he was out of earshot, like you folks ARE seeing this right, there's SOMETHING there, and the response boiled down to "Yes we know, he just won't let anyone bring it up, he won't DO anything about it." And Yao was like .....🧍 I think I can fix him--

It's this huge dolyak in the room at times that's treated more like a skeleton in the closet. We just dont talk about it. He doesn't want to. He'll get there when he's ready, maybe. And it probably boils down to some deep seeded self hatred and belief that he hasn't earned happiness, but even he doesn't grasp that as the issue. He "has to" be masculine but he's so awful at it and it's not fun or enjoyable. He can't and shouldn't want to be any degree of feminine, he's not ALLOWED to approach that, so when he catches himself, eyes lingering on cute clothes that anyone else in the world would be allowed to wear, he feels like he deserves some sort of punishment for failing to not want it.

If Alba were able to actually rationally process his feelings about himself and approach this topic without melting down and hiding and piling more layers atop the answer and ask "what would make me Happy" and could stop from recoiling in fear and anger from the first genuine answer and then correcting himself with "no I wanna be masc" then MAYBE he could work out that he IS a gnc cis man with a really fucked up relationship to his own gender, his own body, and himself in general. Maybe he could admit that he IS feminine in a lot of ways, that he DOES want to wear certain things that he's disallowed himself, that he punishes and berates himself for looking at.

But he won't allow himself to approach the topic from an angle that isn't defensive and afraid and angry and hateful towards himself, for not meeting his own expectations of what is acceptable For Alba.

And I think maybe this comes to a sudden and unexpected head when he does something impulsive and stupid and wrong and he tries to stop himself and can't. He buys something (a skirt) out of a Canthan mail order company and then panics and stakes out the mail for a week waiting for it to arrive because he needs to destroy it when it gets there before anyone can see that he lost this battle of wills. And it gets delivered and he hides the box in a closet for days before bringing it back out to get rid of it.

But he makes the mistake of looking at it first. And it hurts to look at because it's something he wants, but it has to go. But uh. If he tries it on first. Maybe that will fix him and this impulse will go away forever and ever. But it doesn't. He puts the skirt on and it doesn't change things, it doesn't permanently satisfy him and now he will never care or want it again. It devastates him looking in the mirror knowing that he Wants to keep it.

And then the door opens and he and Canach are staring at each other in shock like. A: oh I have to die actually it's the only way, and C: by the tree he's DOING something about it. Canach shuts the door behind him and they're both dead silent and Alba just has this feeling of hollow, miserable shame.

And Alba starts crying the minute Canach starts talking, the second he mentions the outfit. "You look nice in that. What's wrong?" And it's SUCH a non-conversation. Canach can't work out how to approach this because he's supportive of whatever Alba is doing, he loves him regardless of who or what he is, but Alba doesn't want love and compliments and acceptance because he's the one person in the world who doesn't deserve it. He deserves to be punished for this in some grand cosmic way.

Canach asks if he'd be happier as a woman or something else, and Alba just melts down. No, I don't want that, I'm a man and I want to be one, I shouldn't have done this I'm sorry. And he's not calming down or taking any rational position on this, his feelings about himself and "what Alba is allowed to do vs everyone else" DON'T make sense to anyone but him, and eventually Canach has to be like Alba I shouldn't have to sneak around our house to try to CATCH YOU in moments of genuine happiness. How do you think it feels knowing you're refusing yourself joy out of some twisted view of what you're "supposed" to be. Don't you think that hurts me? Why are you required to operate under different standards than anyone else? You're not that important, get over yourself.

(Canach actually has figured this out that he has to word things this way A Lot, "your behavior matters not only because it hurts you but because it hurts OTHERS, it hurts ME." Only way to get him to start caring.)

I don't think they're able to make any significant progress but Canach does convince him not to get rid of or destroy the skirt, it's not hurting you, you can wear it at home, in our room if it makes you happy. Then says something crass and unrepeatable. And Alba halfheartedly resists and then relents. Like, fine.... whatever YOU want...

Anyway someday Alba will manage to deal with one of his ten million problems! But for now he is sad and wet forever. :)

#alba #loreposting #love to make things be issues for him.

[hirik0]

Jealousy Part 8

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

NSFW 09Soap/Ghost

Office sex, they have lube this time, bottom Ghost, top Soap, Ghost is a brat, butt plug, dig ridding, hand job, anal fingering, multiple orgasm, aftercare

21:00 is at the same time aproaching to fast and not fast enough. Soap was able to get a few thinks out of his room, like lube and a condom if Ghost whats to use on. He's pretty sure Ghost would not like cum running down his thights and it will probably instant dry in this weather. His desk is also mostly clear of thinks, moving all the folders from the desk, so Ghost woud have enough space on the desk and they dont shove thinks down on the floor in the heat of the moment. He also has some water and energy bars stached in his office and a blanket if Ghost spaces out on him again, post orgasm. He's going over one of the filles Price marked importent to him. Old recruits reports nobody bothers to keep up with some hasty written notes from all members of the 141 collectet in the folder some are more readable then others. "We really should try to keep up with this", Soap is mumbeling to himself while he trys to figure out what the fuck Archer wrote down. Ghost would be here in 20 minutens knowing that Ghost is always extra early. He nervous, he should not be nervous its not like they didn't just fucked yesterday. But if he goes by Ghost behaivour earliert this day and how much he tryed to get what he wants yesterday, he probably is in for a wild ride today. The needy, greedy version of Ghost that he saw yesterday will be very likely less neddy and double as greedy. Maybe he really over estimated his stamina, with not knowing how long and often Ghost can go. The door to his office is open, so Ghost can just walk in, whatever way he thinks is the least suspicius for all the other people working late. He gives up working on the reports and instat nervously fidgets Ghost balaclava in his fingers. Just a moment later he hears a knocking on his door and Ghost stands in his door, wearing that tanc top that he already saw earlier and the shorts Soap feared he would wear and jogging shoes looking like he takes a late run after a hot day. His mouth is watering as he sees all of the leg that Ghost is showing, god this victorian lady think that Ghost has going for him is stupid ridiculous. "We should go over some of this paper work, Captian.", Ghost says before walking in and closing he door. There is no going back now.

Ghost thinks this sounds like it's out of a bad porn video. But, for the small chance that someone else is on the floor they would just think they did boring paperwork. He wasn't sure what he was supost to do or bring, so when he brought Riley to his room to cool down in the bathroom he grabed his lube and prepared a littel suprise for Soap. He drops the filles on the chair in front of Soaps desk, so they are not in the way. He registers that Soap cleared up the desk and he hums aprichiativ. Looks like they both put some thought in to this. He just simply walks around the desk sitting on the desk facing Soap. Ghost would not amitted it but hes nervous, that this will not hold up with the fantasy thats haunting him for months, that Soap will not like this, that yesterday was just a wild coincident and they are not compadibale. "And you think that sitting on my desk is the right place?" Ghost just tilled his head removing the surgical mask and smirking at Soap. "Well, where else should i sit then, Captain?", Ghost chalenges, trady to push Soap in what ever direction he pleases. Soap pretents to think about it, seeing the smirk on Ghost face getting bigger, Ghost clearly thinking he has the controll of the situation again. "Well, I guess, with this outfit the best place to sit would be", Soap start before pulling Ghost from the desk on his lap. "Here, dont you thing?" The smirk on Ghost face is replaced by a blush and a open mouth because a gasp escaped him. Before Ghost can get a moment to talk back, Soap is kissing him. Its a lot of spit and thunge not the best kiss either of them ever had, but its just like they think this needs to start. Soap presses Ghost closer to him causing to Ghost to moan already. "Already so despread for my dick again, Simon?" "No, just want to boost your ego a bit", Ghost lies, the change in position pressed the butt plug hes wearing against his prostate. "These shorts dont hid anythink you know.", Soap just states before putting his hand over Ghost already hard dick. The moment Ghost is opening his mouth to response somethink hes moving his hand, so only small gasp and moans are escaping Ghost. "I have 3 rules for you Simon, you think you can follow them." "Yes", Ghost moans, because Soap is grabbing his ass pressing their erections together. "Rule number 1. If you're getting to loud i will gag you, Number 2. If you cant behave yourself I will stop and 3. If its to much I want you to tell me, yeah no need for you to actully get hurt. You understand?" "Yes, if im to loud you will gag me, if i dont behave you will stop and if I'm hurt or it's to much I tell you", Ghost confirmes he understood, while rubbing himself against Soap. "Any rules I should be aware of?" "No hitting and no restraining of my hands", Ghost simply answers. "Good boy", Soap purs in his ear and Ghost face is already turning a dark shade of red. "I have a condom if you want to use one", Soap tells him while his hand are groping Ghost ass. Ghost is thinking about it, he has his own littel suprise and a condom would leave a trace. "What kind of condom?" Ghost ask, knowing some of the condoms with texture will drive him insane in the best ways.. "A normal one." Soap answers a bit confused, never used a textured condom before. "Mhm, no condom then." "You sure, cum will just run down your legs for everyone to see." "Im sure", Ghost ensures Soap trying not to smirk or giving a too teasing answer. Soap is starting to kiss his neck again, this time not adding anymore marks. "No claiming this time?", Ghost tease him.

Soap knows Ghost is teasing him, pushing his buttons. "There is a lot of free space to claim", he simply anserws referring to Ghost thighs. He liked that Ghost sees this as a claim, pleasing the posesiv parts of Soap. Ghost is shivering against him. "You got longer shorts don't you?" Ghost is moaning in his ear and not seeable for Soap is smirking. "No", he wispers a blantend lie but Soap dont need to know. "Likeing for people to see how good I fuck you, Simon? " "Not sure about the good part yet." "Fuck, these shorts really show of your ass", Soap moans because Ghost is bitting his neck. "Worked hard for it, no problem with showing it of, let them drool over it", Ghost braggs. Soap just humms in agreement this ass really deserves to get drolled over. They just make out for a while before Ghost ask: "About earlier, the vacation whats that about?" "Oh, i have a littel cottage a bit secludet. So I can hear you scream my name and begging really nicely for dick, as much and loud as you want. If you want too go." "Pretty sure about this screaming part arent you?" Soap his moving his lips to Ghost ear before wispering: "Im sure you also pretty with a gag in your mouth, but I already heared how loud you can get and i prefere hearing how good i fuck my partner." Ghost is digging his hands into Soap shoulders really likeing what hes hearing, his shorts getting uncompfortble thight. He wiggeling on Soaps lap tring to find a better position. "Also, i think you will really like to be in a big bed, beeing a littel spoilet pillow princess." "Not a pillow princess." Ghost pouts "So you want to go?" "Mhm, sounds promesing, but you really are a awful lot of just talk, Soap." "Oh, i will provide the action, but first i need you to tell me some thinks." Ghost gasp against Soaps neck. "Tell me about your fantasy, Simon." Ghost is buring his face into Soaps neck shacking his head. "Common, tell me, be my good boy." "Can't." "Why not?" "It's.. I'm afraid the reality is worse." Soap thinks a bit about it. It's a fantasy Ghost seam to have a lot so his a expectations are probably really high. "How about you just ride my dick for a while." He wispers in Ghost ear, while is hands a sneaking under Ghost top roaming over tge muscular back. Ghost moan is muffled by Soaps neck but it sounds like he likes the idea.

Riding Soaps dick, god yes he loves that. "We also have lube this time." "Yeah, does yours has a flavour?" "Shit, fuck that's.. like flavoured lube for sucking dick?" "Afirmetiv." Ghost is gasping and squirming in Soaps lap, already desprade for more. "Like thinking about stuffing your bratty mouth with my dick", Soap teases while one hand is slowly creeping in to Ghost shorts. His eyes widen when he is realising that Ghost is going commando. "No underwear, naughty." "Why putting them on if I lose them anyway?" A smirk is appearing on Soaps face, having an idea to teach Ghost a lesson. "Get up." He orders and Ghost follows the order shivering. When he stands Soap is turning him around before pulling him on his lap again. Moaning when Ghost ass is rubbing over his own clothed erection. His hands spread Ghost legs a bit before on hand is wandering around Ghost dick. "Wouldn't it be a disaster if you would cum in your pants like this, for everyone to see?", he wispers in Ghost ear before he starts to move his hand, trying to get Ghost as close as possible. And Ghost is wiggling and squirming in his lap even more. His ass rubbing against his erection the hole time. When he sees that the wet spot on Ghost pants is to his liking he stops the movement of his hand. "No, please, don't stop", Ghost begs, not carrying about ruining the shorts. "No." "Please", Ghost whines. "Mhm tell me a bit about your fantasy and I will go on." Ghost bitting his lip thinking about it. His desire to come and being so close to the edge is winning over. "Sometimes, ahh", Ghost gasp as Soap starts moving his hand again. "Sometimes you're pressing my face on the desk telling me, how good I'm taking your fat cock, like" Ghost is drooling the first tears start to fill his eyes. "Like I'm made for it. Other times you.. Soap more... please... you have my legs on your shoulders.. fucking me ahhh please.. please don't stop.. loving to see me droll... Soap... telling me how you're thinking about.. fillithy thinks you want to try." Ghost is so close and Soap just stop the movement of his hand. "No, Soap please... I need I'm so close...", Ghost begs, tears now running down his face. "I know. But I think I only let you come with my dick tonight." "No, please.. I can tell you more..." Soap makes a sound as if he's thinking about it. "Wich of the fantasys you like more?" "Neighter.. the favourite is then you eat out my ass.. scolting me for making your desk dirty, with my cum." Soap nearly comes in his pants himself from Ghost words and Ghost ass rubbing against his dick. "Fuck, Ghost.. dirty littel think aren't you?" "Yes. Just for you." "Yeah, wearing this cloths just for me too?" "Yes, want you to lose your mind over it, so you just bend me over the desk taking what you want", Ghost admits his plan. God Ghost really is trying his hardest to make him cum in his pants too. He thinks about it for a bit before he ask: "What I want?" "Yes." "Time to get you out of your shorts and ready for my dick then."

Ghost stands up a small smirk on his face, knowing that Soap will lose his mind when he notices the plug. He rest his arms on the desk bowing over it presenting his ass to Soap. But all he hears is Soap opening his own pants and the opening of a lube bottle. Ghost is looking over his shoulder seeing how Soap is lubing up his dick. The socked spot on his shorts growing bigger as he's leaking a big amount of pre cum at the picture of Soap. "You should still be stretched enough from yesterday", Soap stats and Ghost is moaning, nodding his head. "Drop your pants Ghost." With on of his hands he's pulling his own pants so far till gravity doing the rest. Presenting his now naked ass to Soap again. Waiting for Soap to finally find his littel surprise makes him shake in anticipation. But it looks like Soap has all time of the world to lube himself up. "Soap..." Ghost starts before feeling Soaps hands on his ass. Spreading his ass checks and gasping. "Need to teach you to stop acting this naughty, don't I Simon?" "Just like to be prepared, also you like it." A knowing smirk spreads on Ghost face. "Want me to fill you up and to keep my load in you don't you?", Soap says while he start fucking Ghost with the toy, Ghost leaking pre cum on the desk. "Ye..ahhh", Ghost moans when Soap pushes it back in. "Using toys often?", Soap ask casualy. "They are doing ahh the job better then most people." After a while Ghost makes high keens and whines. "Want my dick?" Soap ask likeing the noises he's getting out of Ghost. "Yes." Soap stops moving the plug. "Yes what?" Ghost is desperate wanting for Soap to quite the foreplay. "Yes, i want to ride your dick." "Good boy." Soap hums while pulling the plug out completely before, gasping when he sees how big the toy is. Getting his own pants down to his knees before putting his hands on Ghost tighs to pull him on his lap again.

Ghost is throwing his head back while slowly sinking down on Soaps dick. Enjoying being stuffed full, searching for the right movement to get them both off. Trying his best to not get to loud. Soap just let Ghost move his hips his hands staying on Ghost thighs keeping the legs open. Also making sure that Ghost not hitting his prostate. Ghost whines displeased at this fact. "Problem?" Soap ask smug. Ghost bites his lips not wanting to beg, he did this enough yesterday. "No." Ghost answers the question, having to put his hands over his mouth to muffel the moan Soap gets out of him. Soap moved Ghost hip a bit causing a change in angle trusting up and he's hitting Ghost prostate dead on. One hand is staying on Ghost mouth the other is grabbing the desk in front of him, to stabelise himself a bit. "Problems staying silent already?" Ghost just shakes his head, determined to not being gages. "Mhm you sure about this?", Soap purs in Ghost ears, trusting hard in to Ghost. Love seeing Ghost struggle to keep quiet, don't want Ghost to be quiet. Satisfied Soap sees Ghost blush spread over his neck. Suddenly Soap makes sure that Ghost can't move at all, when he notices how close Ghost is wanting to edge Ghost before he fucks his brain out. Ghost makes a high whining noise before he looks confused over his shoulder, before he smugly asks "Already struggling to keep up?" Soap just raises an eyebrow before he wraps his hand around Ghost dick, pushing Ghost over the edge in just two down strokes of his hand. "I don't think I'm the one that struggles to keep up."

Ghost blissed out post orgasm expression turns in to an angry glare in a few seconds. Soap reaching for some tissues to clean his hand, but Ghost has other plans liking the hand clean. Looking smug when Soaps mouth falls open looking scandelised. "On the desk, face to me", Soap growls and Ghost happily follows the order, sitting in the small puddel he left on the desk makeing a displeased face. Soap grins as Ghost is stripping out of tanc top and spreading his legs so Soap just needs to step in. Soap also removes his T-shirt. Enjoying how Ghost is roaming is eyes over his naked body. He lifts one of Ghost legs before marking his thighs with bites. Moving his head closer to Ghost dick. He ignores Ghost already hardening dick and the changes the leg. Getting a displeased whine from Ghost. "Is there a problem?", Soap ask knowing exactly what Ghost hoped he will do. "No." Ghost stats trying to not sound to annyoed, with not getting what he wants. When Soap stops his work to make sure that Ghost will not be able to wear his shorts with out showing his marks, he grins. Ghost back lays on the table he looks rather unimpressed at the Captain, but he's fully hard again. Soap pulls Ghost a bit to him, so his ass is hanging over the edge, before he places Ghost legs on his shoulders. He kisses Ghost tigh on last time before pushing in. "How, can you still be so tight, when you just road my dick and had a plug in?", Soap groans, when he's half way in. Ghost is just moaning and panting. "Fuck! You're so big", Ghost whines when Soap bottoms out. "Yeah? Bigger then your toys?" "Yes", Ghost moans not caring that he boosts Soap ego with this admission. Ghost puts a hand over his mouth giving Soap a chalenging looks as to tell him no gag needed. And Soap accepts this chalenge, building up a rythem, searching for the best angle to hit Ghost prostate to make Ghost break. When he hits dead on and Ghost eyes roll back Soap grabs Ghost thighs to keep the ancle, fucking harder in to him. The desk is moving a few inches forward, from how hard he's fucking Ghost. Ghost hand is struggling to muffel the moans and screams, precum is leaking on Ghost abs, tears running down his face. "Fuck, Simon so pretty for me. Taking me so good, trying so hard to be a good boy", Soap pants out between trusts. Suddenly Ghost is throwing his head back as his second orgasm is ripping through him.

Soap nearly comes himself when he sees how Simon is covering his whole torso in cum. Gasp when he notice a small drop made it up to Ghost cheek. Soaps stops his movement watching Ghost enjoying his second orgasm. With his thump he carefully wishes the cum from Ghost face, making Ghost open his eyes. His icy blue eyes are teary and glossed over. Soap liks his thump clean, making Ghost gasp. "You made a mess.", Soap chuckles. Ghost hummes, slowly blinking, clearly still in his post orgasm bliss. Soap just waits till Ghost is a bit more present. "Want to keep going?", Soap ask when Ghost eyes are not glossed over anymore thinking of some other thinks they could do for him to come. "What?", Ghost ask confused. "You wanted me to show you my stamina didn't you?", Soap ask with a smirk. Ghost eyes widen, the realisation hiding him, Soap still didn't come, yet. "Well then show me, Soap." And Ghost is eating is words shorty after. The overstimulation getting to much for him. "Soap, Soap to much", he whines and Soap stops. "Such a good boy remembering the rules, telling me when's to much", Soap praises while he's pulling out and letting Ghost legs slide from his shoulders. Pulling Ghost up in a sitting position, wipeing the tears from his cheeks.

"Wanne chose how we continue?", Soap ask when Ghost breathing is normalising. "Yes." Ghost answers enjoying Soap rubbing circles into his hips. "We can stop.." "No." "Still so greedy. I can fuck your thights or I grind against your ass." Ghost is bitting his lips while thinking about his options. Soap is cleaning up Ghost and placing kisses on his chest. Ghost plays with some hairs at the back of Soaps mohawk. "Can I give you a hand job while sitting on your lap?", Ghost ask when he made a desition. "Of course", Soap says sitting back in his chair. Ghost follows him struggling a bit to find a good position for his legs. When Ghost found a position to his liking he holds out his hand and Soap is puring a good amount of lube on it. For Ghost personal preference it's to much lube, but he closes his hand around Soaps dick, stroking a few times up and down. When its still to much lube he's just rubbing his hands over Soaps chest. Soap gives him a disapproving look and Ghost says with a big grin: "Ups." Ghost starts moving his hand, setting a slow rythem. When ever he's at the tip, he rubs his thumb over the slit, causing Soap to moan. Every down stroke he twists his wrist making Soap curse out. Soaps hands are kneading Ghost ass, smirks when Ghost is hard for a third time. "Yeah, can go a third time for me?" "Don't know." "That's fine, don't have to. Did already so good." Ghost still takes both their dicks in his hand, making them both moan. When Soap is getting close, he slips 3 of his fingers into Ghost ass pressing against his still sensible prostate. "Soap nahh, please", Ghost whines Soap massaging his prostate pushing him close to his third orgasm. "Yeah, want to give me a third?" "Yes." 3 down strokes of Ghost hand later Soap cumms all over Ghost hand and also makes Soap press is fingers a bit more forceful into Ghost prostate. This pushes Ghost over the edge a small amount of sperm is leaking out of his dick.

"So good for me", Soap praises Ghost who is resting his head against Soaps shoulder. Hot tears running down from Ghost face on too Soaps shoulder. Soap cleans his fingers from lube before he carefully drabs the blanket over Ghost shoulder. Soap is pating Ghost hair wispering soft praises while he waits for Ghost to come down. "You want something to drink or eat?", Soap ask after Ghost lift his head. "Yes." Soap smiles at this answer Ghost clearly still a bit out of it. He gives Ghost one of the energy bars and opens one of the water bottles. Ghost nibbles a bit on the bar before he chucks down half the bottle. When Soaps cleans the mess in between them and Ghost hand up he notice the bruises in form of his hand prints forming on Ghost thighs. The ugly posesiv parts of Soap are satisfied, seeing this as another claim, before he notices that Ghost shorts will not cover them. "Want that vacation", Ghost says after finishing the bar and Soap is kissing his forehead as a answer.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #captain mactavish #top soap #bottom ghost

[seonghwacore]

im about to go apeshit about the house burning scene and its possible symbolism, it punched my gut a lil too strong. dont wanna call this a theory, more like a review. but here's what i find. long ass shit btw.

what are they looking at?

i remember its mingi's scene first before yunho but that mingi's looking up and yunho's looking down, despite the lack of logic behind the torn down house and their respective set being burned altogether. i honestly thought the torn down house was the symbol of their "safe space" when they were beaten and broken by life, cus you know house is often associated with safety. but before it's burned it's already in a shabby state and was looking indecent, fragile.

meaning that the stigmatized "safe space" was probably not that "safe". being on their own and hiding their pain or anger alone might seem to be the best choice but was doing more harm than repair. so when yunho burned it, (i assume this cus he was looking at mingi in thAt scene, as if affirming.)

and in the lyrics itself theres yunho's line about "wanting to be the pouring light" and wanting to lean his head and rest his heart and hoping that mingi would look at him with a happy face. it just all fit in the pics. yunho looking down at him with a rather helpless look but mingi's slightly... hopeful to me?? curious?? as "the light" poured on him, his best friend.

yunho's like "i burn this house for us, for you. because you cant seem to find the beauty in your life and let this loneliness gnaw you instead. and i want you to know that youre also my pillar so, why dont we rely on each other instead of eating our own struggle? let's enjoy the present [time] together."

then mingi realizes yunho values him and embraces his flaws. in the uncertain time of youth when everything feels unforgiving, his best friend knows his struggle and tries to shed some light on him despite being flawed himself. notice that yunho's beaten as well, scarred and jagged, angry and sad. basically what this wants to say is to be the light to others l, you don't have to be a saint. just a willingness to walk, run, or sit together with them in all weathers.

while the first interpretation is written because i saw a visual parallel(?) between mingi's one and yunho's, this one might be more canon. they're looking either at the fire or their new selves outside burning the house, meaning their new selves are getting rid of their past doubts and struggle and choose to move forward. and there's a relief in their pained faces, as if they're finally being put to rest. like, "finally."

and then there's yunho asking for a validation from mingi? since he burned his "safe" haven cause he thought it's the only right thing to do? but also, was he feeling apologetic?

but mingi's unshaken, rather cold about the burning house. there's also a hint of longing due to a familiar place being taken away from him. maybe it's the best decision. and at the end, he only exchanged a look at yunho, like "now what?"

—supporting analysis

this might be the picture of what mingi felt like going through his youth. the running scenes take 3 parts of the mv: the beginning, the middle, the end. this one's in the middle when mingi realizes yunho isnt following him. sometimes, in your youth days, you'll be aware of your friend's existence and their personal life.

mingi might think that yunho's with him all the time but what if he also has his own life and goal? what if mingi is the only one feeling like he has a friend when yunho is probably not that really deep into this? what if this friendship is just a made up scenario in his head to cope?

we can also see the reference of how youth feels like to both mingi and yunho as performers (maybe). the dome-like structure with windows maybe symbolizes fans, media, and other people who can only perceive them through the glass. and only yungi who are full fleshed, can touch each other and are very real to each other.

then the glass shatters were pointing towards them. their audiences who only see their persona, might use that "glass" to hurt and judge them. to be idols at a young age, they feel like walking on a thin ice from the exposure.

ALTERNATIVELY. those glass pieces were the result of mingi breaking the mirror. so, the sharp pieces are actually flying outwards. this might also symbolize the possibility if yungi break their persona and just be themselves for the sake of freedom, they might make mistakes and hurt other people. see how the glasses being frozen and we couldnt quite tell to which direction its moving, like, im no einstein.

little irl insert. this scene hits too close to home cus i have a best friend who's chained to her sufferings too til now and all i could do is watch her through the window, the way yungi did. we both had the same childhood trauma ig but i was "freed" earlier than her and my eyes have seen through a lot of layers and angles.

and sometimes, i insist that her only way out is to "burn the house". burn the past and lets move forward, im running next to, just slightly behind you.

#ann.txt #youth mv #i wrote this sleepy as fuCk im getting my sleep back in 2h or so. then i'll proceed with gif requests again. or another yungi again.

[megmischief]

Sebastian x AFAB Reader - 'Ashes' Part Three

M RATED - Mature Themes & Angst 😇🙏

"Ah! Farmer!! You're finally awake!!" Harvey beamed down at you with a warm smile.

You were confused as to how you even got to the clinic, let alone why. "Huh? Uh...Yeah..."

Harvey sits on your bedside after checking your vitals to ensure he can release you after the two days you had spent at the clinic recovering. "So... you're looking a lot better than when you got here." He chuckled to himself.

You peered up at him, eyes half-lidded. "What even happened, Harv'?" As you peer down at your arm you see an IV drip with fluids attached.

"Robin and Demetrius brought you here. You were...in a pretty bad way... Unfortunately, while mining, you were struck by a Shadow Shaman..." Harvey began playing with his thumbs, obviously not wanting to tell you the rest of the story.

Your eyes widen as you realise the seriousness of the situation you have put yourself in. "O-Oh...I'm so sorry to trouble you, Harvey... Feel free to charge it to my account as soon as you can."

"That's not all, love..." The nervousness was evident in his voice; as though he was about to read you your last rights. "You're pregnant..."

You can't help but jolt up in your bed, eyes wide, as the shock strikes you like electricity coursing through your veins. "What?! Harvey. Please tell me you're lying. I'm on contraception! How am I going to handle the farm like this?!"

"Hey, hey... Calm down." Harvey takes your hands in his, looking into your eyes. "You're not on your own for a start. Remember that. You have a community of people who love and care for you. And...as for the contraceptives, they aren't always full proof, and little surprises do happen. You're approaching the seven week mark, by my estimation, so you still have options."

You look down feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "I'm not getting rid of it..." The tears begin falling down your cheeks like the rain that poured down on your first date with Sebastian. "It's the last thing I have left of him..." You feel a lump in your throat as you place a hand on your stomach.

Harvey, looking ever more concerned, gently squeezes your hand. "Then we know the road we're taking, and we can come up with a plan for a safe pregnancy and delivery. Um...also... I was wondering... if you dont mind me asking, who is the father, love?"

Your tears come to a sudden halt as you realise the predicament you had put yourself in. "Seb...hes the only person I've ever slept with..." You managed to croak out, pain striking you like a dagger.

"I would tell him as soon as you can... He also has a right to know. Unfortunately...Robin and Demetrius already had an idea that it would be Sebastian. I will smooth things over in that department, though, so don't worry yourself about that." Harvey begins to gently remove the drip and places the equipment to the side before returning to your bedside.

Looking defeated, you look up at Harvey, clearly pained. "Harv, how am I going to do that when he's blocked my number...? He clearly wants nothing to do with me anymore... He's got a new life and has moved on. Surely telling him will confuse him and ruin things out there for him..."

Harvey reaches into his pocket, handing you a scrap of paper with an address on it. "Now, don't tell him I told you, what with patient confidentiality and all that... but this is Sebastian's new address. I managed to get it when I sent over his medical records to the new clinic in the city. And we both know Sebastian isn't like that. He may be reclusive, but maybe this is what you both need. A fresh start for you both, if you will."

"Hmm...maybe..." You manage to pull a weak smile in Harvey's direction.

"Anyway, other than the pregnancy, your fever has cleared, and you're ready for discharge. Seriously though, if you need anything, love, you know where to come. I am only a call away." Harvey smiles softly at you, rubbing your arm as you pull yourself out of bed.

"Thank you, Harvey...for everything." Pulling Harvey into a warm embrace, you whisper. "I guess I'd better go find Seb then..."

Hugging you back tightly, Harvey replies. "Good luck, love. I know you can do this."

You wave to Harvey as you leave the clinic and begin to make your way back to the farm. You felt an overflow of emotions as the news of the pregnancy still hadn't fully managed to sink in. You knew deep down though you had to visit Sebastian, though. You had to tell him. You grab the slip of paper from your pocket, holding it closely to your chest. You would set off tomorrow and tell him. Even if he didn't want to be involved in this new chapter, at least you'd have your answer.

#sdv #stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv sebastian #sebastian #sebastian sdv #stardew sebastian #sebastian x reader #stardew valley sebastian #sebby #sebastian x farmer #sebastian x you #sebastian x mc #sebastian x y/n #stardew valley seb

[ankhisms]

have surprised myself with how much ive been able to get done today altho i know ill be hit with exhuastion soon enough, rambling under the cut about things having mixed emotions but not all bad really

so my room in our house isnt really exactly my own room, its the room with the eletric box, water heater/softener closet, furnace filters, and the washer and dryer. its always been this way so im used to like not really ever having a space thats mine and mine alone but i wont get into that. anyway any time the seasons change (or often on my parents whim and never without any warning) we have to get to the water heater closet and the furnace filter so my room has to be torn apart to get to them. my bed is pushed up against the water heater closet so its like i sleep right next to a door so the bed has to be moved. anyway this is usually a very jarring and upsetting thing since it usually happens without warning or telling me and i have everything i own just moved without being told or warned. but today i decided to take agency in this and i was the one who moved the bed and moved all my things so my dad could get in and turn on the water so we can use the outside hose to water things.

ive been meaning to really deeply clean and sort like, everything i have and everything in my room for probably half a year now and to see what i might want to give away/keep and reorrange things and just like take stock of things for the HOPEFUL future where i can move out and be having my real own space yknow. i finally started this process and it felt good to get everything down and to really deeply dust, ive also been meaning to properly wash old stuffed animals of mine bc i love my stuffed animals dearly but some of the ones i had when i was younger are very clearly showing their age so i looked up tips and instructions on hand washing old stuffed animals and i tested it out on two ones that dont mean as much to me to see if it goes ok before trying to wash ones that i absolutely dont want to ruin and it went well! i definitely can feel myself starting to get tired and having more pain as i write this but im still happy with how much i cleaned and sorted along with washing my sheets/pillows/blankets

the thing that makes me have mixed emotions is that what ive also been meaning to do is.... take down and get rid of the things that were drawn by/given to me by the old long term friend who just suddenly cut me off with no warning or explanation and then only messaged me one more to weirdly say "well im hanging out with my new friends and theyre so cool and great" and not responding to me begging him to tell me what was going on or if i had done anything wrong and wanting to talk things out. we were long distance internet friends for over 10 years so i have a lot of drawings and books hed given me and i didnt really get to taking down a lot of drawings but i sorted through one book in particular, he used to do this thing where hed give me a comic book and hed put in sticky notes in a lot of pages with his thoughts on them. so i went through the pages and took out all the sticky notes one at a time since i want to give the comic book to someone i know will like it. and it was a very... weird feeling. taking them all out. i had read the notes and the book when he first gave it to me but now reading them it felt like.. more bitter than sweet but there was still sweetness there. i recognize looking back that i had rose tinted glasses on for the majority of our relationship and it was probably more toxic than i realized and i often blamed myself for harmful things he did. not at all saying hes a bad person or anything btw i just think we both were very damaged kids from abusive homes and i was probably toxic in ways i didnt realize as well im not without blame here but its weird to realize that our friendship wasnt as healthy as i thought it was. but reading those notes as i took them out it was like... he wrote these at a time where i know he loved me and considered me his close friend and i felt the same. and i still love him. the love i have for anyone, especially a close friend, does not just disappear. it stays within me and is not wasted. but it certainly feels like a weight on my chest in this moment.. i keep thinking, what happened? what changed? he didnt even give me this book that many years ago, maybe three or four at the longest. what happened to make him decide to cut me off like that? i dont know, and i know im not going to get closure. so i just have to hold the love i still have and let it ache but then i have to let go and continue trying to live

i dont know how soon im going to have the opportunity and resources to be able to leave my home situation, its become increasingly obvious to me that its not something i can achieve on my own for a multitude of reasons, i know ill need help and i try to remind myself that im not alone in it and that its not impossible for me to get to a safe environment where i dont feel scared and like a cornered animal. for now i feel good about my decision to try and make my living space feel nicer for myself, although im aware that it never really feels like my own space nor does it ever fully feel safe i still am trying to make jt more comfortable for myself while im here and i feel proud of myself for that

anyway thanks if you read this all, i hope youre doing well mwah

[weaselbrownie]

i was wondering if u could do one where draco fingers the reader under a blanket but like with people around

dw if u dont wanna write this ;)

underneath | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco fingering you while there are people around

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, voyeurism (?), female receiving

word count : 2.6K

a/n : this was messy :(

MASTERLIST

It was the last night of winter break, tucked away in the screening room of the Malfoy Manor sat you, Draco, Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. It has always been a tradition to spend winter breaks at the Malfoy Manor. With Mr. Malfoy away, Mrs. Malfoy has always found it quiet to spend Christmas with her only son, and so she insisted that he brings his friends to stay over during the break.

"So no horror?" Pansy asked as she went through the DVD display,

"We're not watching a horror movie just for you to crawl into our beds at night," Blaise answered, walking around the room as he made red sparks from the tip of his wand, waiting for Pansy to pick a movie.

"Zip it Zabini it was one time" She huffed before turning back to search for other movies, blabbing about how Blaise is being an ass for not letting them watch a horror movie.

You, Draco, and Theo walked into the half-lit room, greeted by Blaise who jumped off the couch to snatch the snacks off of Theo and the blankets off Draco before walking back to the spot of the couch to wrap himself in a little blanket cocoon.

"Y/N! Look at this, can we wat–"

"No Pansy, we will not watch Poltergeist because once we're back at school you won't be able to crawl into Blase's bed and you'll end up crawling into mine" You crossed both your arms over your chest, your brows lifting like a mother scolding her child.

"Ugh, you're no fun" She rolled her eyes before going back to the stack of DVDs.

Theo left to help Pansy pick out a movie, leaving you and Draco by the big doorway. You felt his hand slithering up your back, taking hold of your waist to spin you around– facing him. You looked up to see his bright orbs staring down at you, the corner of his lips lifting into a small smile "So... back at school tomorrow huh?" He said pulling you closer until your chest met his,

"I guess..." You smiled at him, your hand coming up to glide over his covered bicep and to the back of his neck, locking them there to hold onto him. "...just a few more months and we're done with this" Your voice quietened, just above a whisper as your face neared his.

"I know pretty girl" Draco closed the space in between, letting his lips devour yours as he held on to you, gripping your hips to bring you closer to him. It was nothing new, your lips moving with his as if it was a rehearsed choreography, chasing one another in the dark room.

"Aight enough, we're watching a movie, not porn" A deep voice called out from behind. You let go of Draco and turned your head to see Theo crossing his arms in front of his chest, huffing as he smirked, tending his weight on one leg.

"Well if that is your idea of porn, that's pretty sad mate" A higher-pitched voice chimed into the conversation. Theo's smirk completely dropped as he swung to look at Pansy standing behind him, stifling her laugh as did the rest of the group.

You poked your tongue out to him, laughing as you made your way to sit on the couch with Blaise who was already munching on the snacks. "Alright, now can we watch the movie?" Blaise asked, opening another pack of chips to pass around the room.

Everyone nodded in response, moving around the room to find a comfortable space to sit. Theo and Pansy took the carpet as they always do, building pillow forts for themselves so they can slouch as they watch the movie. You got up from the couch to grab some blanket off the floor before walking back to your spot just to see Draco sitting there comfortably.

Leaning back onto the couch and stretching his arms out to the sides as he spreads his long legs. You didn't mean to stammer but your eyes widened at his sight, Draco fucking Malfoy looking so good without having to do quite literally anything.

He knew you were looking, licking his lips before giving you a sly smirk. "C'mon" he mouthed, patting the spot on between his legs for you to occupy. This happens regularly, you sitting on his lap or the spot in between, so there shouldn't be any reason why you should be nervous... right?

You slowly moved towards him, smiling under your bright red cheeks before sitting in front of him. Draco's arms wrapped around you almost instantaneously, the strong scent of peppermint and citrus dancing its way to the back of your head. The light in the room went out as the big screen lit up, playing the opening of the movie Pansy picked.

You shuffled in his arms as you adjusted yourself and the blanket on top of you, moving left and right trying to get rid of a specific discomfort right on your lower back. "Draco..." You whispered as you turned around in your spot– facing him. "...why are your pockets always full?" You crossed your arms in front of you, glancing to the side to make sure Blaise is paying attention to the movie.

"What?" Draco's brows furrowed as confusion took over him,

"Your pockets" You gestured down to the pockets of his grey sweats, your brows lifting, waiting for an answer. Draco looked at you as if you grew horns, biting his pink lips as he tries to understand what you are insinuating.

All of a sudden the corner of his lips lifted, forming a devilish smirk as his cold lengthy fingers traced your hips. "My pockets are empty, darling" He muttered, bending down to meet you face to face.

It was your turn to look confused, you weren't imagining it, you definitely felt something on your lower back earlier, "If it's empty, then what wa-" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, gasping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear, the realization washing over you.

Draco didn't move, his eyes gazing at your lips as your face began to heat up. You felt the warmth of his hands leaving your hips before feeling them again on the side of your face, cupping it slightly to pull you in for a brief kiss. You met his lips once again for a swift kiss before he pulled away, turning you to face the screen.

"Watch the movie, who knows... maybe something will happen that'll surprise you" His lips lingered on the shell of your ear as his arms returned to wrap over you. You still felt it, his hard-on poking you from behind but you brushed it off as he gave you a reassuring kiss on the side of your head and his fingers laced with yours under the blanket.

It was halfway through the movie when you felt his hand leaving yours, you didn't give it a second thought but it seems like his hand is sliding lower and lower until it came in contact directly in front of your heat– teasing you, knowing how much you crave for this right now.

It's wrong to do anything, your friends are in the room and not to mention next to you, but again you were covered with the blanket and it seems like they're focused on the movie. You seem to be in a battle with your thought, wanting to push Draco's hand away but you didn't have the stomachs to do so.

He picked up on this, bobbing his head to the side to see you staring off into the screen but not grasping anything that's thrown at you. "Can you be a good girl and keep quiet?" His breath hot, lingering on your ear as it sent goosebumps down your spine.

You slowly nodded, keeping your vision straight before you felt his warm hand slither past the band of your pants, resting them on your covered cunt. You kept quiet, not moving from your previous position as he continued his actions.

You felt him again, his middle and ring finger pressing into your clit as he drew slow circles through the material. "Seems like you're ready hm?" He murmured into your hair, feeling the wetness of your cunt through your underwear.

Your wet lips rolled in between your teeth, biting down on them to make sure nothing slips past, but he wasn't making it easy. By now he was rubbing rougher circles on you, pressing into your engorged clit as you tried to keep still.

His fingers continued their actions, moving to the base of your underwear to pull them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to him. "Stay still..." He whispered, his fingers leaving the piece of fabric to trace the outer lips of your cunt. "...I mean it" His fingers smeared the wetness around, making a mess inside your pants– more than it already was.

You slowly turned your head to the side, from another point of view Draco looks as if he was just cuddling you, wrapping you in his warm embrace as he enjoys a good movie. Whereas in reality, his fingers worked you, rubbing you in ways he knows you love.

"Watch the movie darling" He murmured, not breaking the eye contact he had with the big white screen in front of you. You turned your head back, leaning back onto him as you gripped his knee for support.

Draco used his middle finger to draw circles directly on your clit, the wetness of your arousal helping his finger glide easily. The warm and sharp feeling of pleasure started to build at the pit of your stomach, Draco drawing them out gently.

He continued his actions, rubbing until the grip you had on his knee tightens, signaling you were close. It was harder to keep your mouth shut, your chest slightly heaving up and down as you closed your eyes, getting ready for the pleasure to wash over you. It was right around the corner, your orgasm building stronger and stronger as Draco's fingers brushed fast circles on your clit, and before you know it,

"Y/N are you okay?" A voice pulled you out of the headspace you were in. Your eyes shot open and your head snapped to the source of the voice. Blaise sat next to you, his arms over his chest as he tilted his head to the side. His brows furrowed, trying to figure out whether you were alright or not.

Draco's fingers came to a halt as soon as he heard Blaise's voice, dropping the feeling of an orgasm that was about to hit. His head too turned to the source of the voice next to him. "You okay darling?" Draco asked dumbfoundedly, smirking as if he didn't just rub you in the same room as your friends.

Your mouth fell open, wanting to respond to a hundred different things at once yet none actually came out. "U-Um... yeah I–" You stuttered, your eyes wide open when you felt Draco's fingers leaving your clit to move down to your clenching hole. "...Fuck" You muttered to yourself when you felt him slipping his middle finger into you.

"You don't look so well" Blaise continued, reaching his hand out to place the back of his palm to your forehead. "You're a little warm Y/N, you sure you're ok?" His palm left your forehead to place itself on your cheeks.

You brushed it off, dodging his palm as you gave his hand a small smack. "I'm fine Zabini, don't worry about... i-it" Draco slipped another finger into you, driving it deep into your sopping cunt as you tried to hide the emotions on your face.

"Well, if you say so" Blaise shrugged, though he knows something is going on he quickly brushed it off, leaning back onto his end of the couch to shift his attention back to the movie.

You turned your head back as Blaise did, trying not to squirm as Draco drives his fingers into you, building your orgasm once again. You leaned back onto him as the both of you tried to move as little as possible.

"Good job angel" Draco whispered into your ear, his lips lacing with your cheeks as he gave your flushed face a small peck. His fingers started to drive into you faster, curling the ends of his digit to hit that spongey spot deep inside you at every thrust.

Your walls tightened around him, clenching unevenly as the tingling feeling returned to the pit of your stomach. "Dray..." You whispered to him, slurring out his name into a whine as it left your lips. The grip you have on his knee tightening, telling him you are close.

Draco's fingers slowed for a second, readjusting themselves as he rested the rough pad of his thumb on your clit, drawing circles as his other digits thrust inside you. Your breath started to become heavy again, his fingers working out a rhythm inside you.

"You wanna cum?" He asked, his lips lingering on the shell of your ear once again. You nodded slowly, not having the stomach to answer him– afraid to let out a moan for the entire room to hear.

You could barely hold it back, the euphoric feeling just behind his fingertips as he continued torturing you– making you wait for his instructions to cum. Your back arched slightly, lifting off his chest as you wriggled under his tender touch.

Tears started to gather at your waterline, immersing your sight as you tried holding back your upcoming high. Draco continued his actions, ramming his slender digits into you– making you feel all your emotions at once. "You wanna show me how me how you cum on my fingers angel?... go on" His soothing voice rung to the back of your head, permitting you to finally let go.

Your eyes fluttered close with his command, letting go of your high as the shiny gold stars danced on your vision, taking up the dark space. You wanted to moan out his name, show him how good he's been making you feel, but all you could do was bite your lips in silence, making sure to not let a single sound slip past your lips.

"There we go" His fingers slowed down, pulling you back to reality as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down as he continued to run circles on your clit. "Good job angel" He continued, his whispers shooting butterflies through your body.

You leaned back onto Draco, letting him wrap his free arm around you as he stopped the movement on your sopping cunt, giving your clit a tap before placing your underwear back into place. You watched as his hand comes up from the blanket, moving slowly until he reached his mouth, letting his arousal-covered fingers slip past his lips– sucking them dry.

You watched him, wide eyes as he removed the blanket that covers the both of you, "Y/N isn't feeling too well, I'm gonna bring her up to bed" Draco announced to the group as he moved you in your spot, throwing your legs over his to pick you up bridal style.

"See, I knew it!" Blaise called out as Draco fumbles on the couch, readjusting the blanket to cover you again.

"Are you alright?" Pansy asked as she got up from her pillow fort in front of you, Theo following her movement as his face washed over in a confused manner. You hummed in response, your breath still slightly heavy as Draco got up from the couch, lifting you with his as if you weight nothing. The edge of Draco's lips lift up at Pansy's question, flashing his sly smirk to the confused and worried group,

"She'll be fine... I'll take care of her"

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Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt: 

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life. 

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking. 

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed. 

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently. 

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair: 

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk. 

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him. 

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt. 

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear. 

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers: 

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss. 

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover.��

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs. 

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were. 

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock. 

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed. 

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you. 

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees: 

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover. 

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls. 

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his. 

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front. 

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did. 

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted. 

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