#and their dogs will still be fucking yelling at mine! like shut the . fuck. up!!

[unnervinglyferal]

Lost my shit at the grocery store today. Baby's first trip outside without her mother, me and her great-grandma took the baby along to get groceries to give my girlfriend a break and some peaceful alone time. So I had the baby in the stroller right next to me at the store, picked up a jar of sauce from the shelf and tried to read through the ingredient list to see if it's kosher enough. The stroller was in my blind spot for maybe five fucking seconds. And I look up and some old hag has her entire fucking head in there, reaching for the baby.

And I don't fucking have strangers touching my fucking child.

So I told her to get the fuck out of there and I'll be honest I was not fucking nice about it. Immediately she started wailing that she's never done anything wrong in her life and that she wasn't even doing anything, and didn't seem to register that lying right at my face wasn't helping shit. And since we were both yelling, that startled the baby and she started crying too.

Security guy showed up to see what the fuck this is about and the old hag kept wailing on top of me about how nobody has ever been this cruel to her, while I was trying to explain that this bitch shoved her whole fucking head in my child's stroller, and the baby was still sceaming too so obviously he couldn't make sense of any of it. When I reached for the stroller to pick my daughter up to calm her down, the security guy took half a step and raised his hand like he had wanted to stop me. If he had put that hand on my shoulder like he meant to, I swear to G-d I would've fucking bit him.

My girlfriend's great-grandma had apparently heard the cacophony as soon as the security had, but being 84 it took her a bit longer to reach us. Fortunately she apparently knows this bitch and got her to calm down and shut the fuck up for long enough to explain to the security guy that she knows me, the stroller is ours and the baby is mine, and this aquaintance of hers has a habit of sticking her head into places it doesn't fucking belong.

The security guy looked a bit incredulous about the baby being mine, but dropped the smug look as soon as I got to pick my baby up from the stroller and he had a proper look at her. My daughter's eyes have started getting darker and her baby hair is growing in dark and curly. White finns' babies don't look like that. Even if he hadn't believed that this is my daughter, he'd have no foothold to dispute it. The old hag started lamenting again about what an unfair injustice it was to be so rude and mean to her.

The security guy looked both at me and the hag who had harassed us and told us both to stay away from each other for the rest of our respective errands or he'll have to remove us both. She started again with the complaint that she hadn't done anything wrong, at which point my girlfriend's great-grandma interrupted her, telling her to shut the fuck up - if she keeps walking up to strangers' dogs and kids like that, obviously it's just a matter of time before someone bites her.

[darkwood-sleddog]

more and more i become of the opinion my dogs are not reactive to strange dogs but in fact it is unreasonable to expect them to NOT be reactive when the dogs we pass are unwalked, understimulated rural hellions that thrash at the windows of their houses, bark at us and follow us for entire lengths of properties, snarl at us, run at us with tense body language etc.

is this because a neighbor (who does skijor!) moved in half mile down the road from us a half a year ago with the most polite, unreactive dog that my dogs glance calmly at as they walk by? as it is unrestrained (no underground fence) on the property? absolutely is.

is this because a few years ago a neighbor's very nice pitbull mix got out and when it walked up to us with polite calm body language my dogs reacted just as calm and we were able to walk this dog home? absolutely is.

like i am a human woman and have lived in areas with much larger populations than i do now. i remember being followed by strangers, yelled at by strangers in aggressive ways. it made me tense and yes...reactive in those moments to ensure my own safety and needs were met. but was it my fault for having to react that way? To call friends and family and be on the phone any time that i walked alone? to check in when i got to where i was going? to bring pepper spray and iron knuckles to walk less than 10 minutes away from home? I don't think it is. Rather it's the failure that allows that behavior towards me which is at fault. i should not have had to carry those things with me. or call a single soul.

same with my dogs. my dogs aren't reactive, i'm just the only person who walks my damn dogs in my rural neighborhood. even though we can walk for 4+ miles either way on safe dirt roads out of our driveway before we reach pavement. nobody else. walks. their. fucking. dogs. yes i manage my dogs behaviors, it can be embarrassing when they get riled up, but know what? it is not their fault so many other dogs fucking SUCK. and it is not those dogs' fault that they suck either. i encountered more politely behaved dogs when i lived in the suburbs and city than i do now because those dogs at least had some sort of experience with being around other dogs (passing them on the sidewalk even) out of necessity. Rural people truly just throw their dogs outside and expect that to be enough. if you're lucky they install a little underground fence that will maybe keep fido in the yard (like uwu WE don't want to have a look at a fence and we're going to make all our neighbors GUESS if our dog might run into the road at them uwu).

#dogblr #dog behavior #is it unreasonable to ask completely neutral behaviors from my dogs #when they're being fucking harrassed? when they just want to do their sniffy thing and pee on a bunch of stuff?? #can't even like loiter in some places bc people's dogs loose their fucking shit even if they stay on the property or are inside #like...real containment and stimulation when and now please? #nothing happened but neighbor with a dog that barks and screams at us from inside non stop #put in an electric fence and assured me this under 1 yo dog will never leave the boundary #like...okay... #sure. #let's see how that goes #like my dogs have wonderful temperaments #sorry if they're going to tell your dog off for being a piece of SHIT brenda #my dogs obviously know our yard is their territory #but they don't make a single peep for people walking on the road which is NOT theirs #i can be out of sight of entire dogs with properties out of the sight of the road #and their dogs will still be fucking yelling at mine! like shut the . fuck. up!!

[your-highnessmarvel]

So Much Paperwork

Requested by Anonymous: can you do one with avenger!reader and bucky and they get like either captured by hydra or locked in a room and there sex pollen and they don’t want to get dirty because they’re friends but… eventually they do? ❤️❤️❤️ if you’re not comfortable with this it’s ok!

AN: i’ve never written sex pollen before so bare with me! this is a heeellll of a ride LMMMAAOOOO this is going to spruce up my Bucky masterlist LETS GO

Warnings: smut (oral f!receiving, hand job, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, praising, biting), sex pollen, dub!con action, language, mentions of HYDRA

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MASTERLIST

When Cap had said it was just a Hydra base, you hadn’t expected to enter a motherlode of enemy information. Opening that vault was like finding a cave filled with gold - every inch of the vault was brimming with sensitive Hydra files, all dog-eared, marked up, or highlighted. 

Bucky insisted on going through each and everyone of them. He had you open up each file cabinet, sift through each file, pick out the most interesting of them all, and place them by the door. Thank God you could read German. 

“Look at this one,” he called from the other side of the vault, far off in the corner. 

You were examining a file on something Hydra called Experiment 4H7, Phase 4. You let the file go before even reading the subject of the experiment and made your way towards Bucky. 

He was wearing his familiar all black outfit, the metal arm a stark silver against the vault’s gold and his suit’s black. He looked over his metal shoulder as you approached. 

“I’m guessing they’re keeping more red rooms in Ukraine,” he stated, showing you the file. There were a number of pictures of young girls varying from blondes to brunets to red heads, all different heights, all different shades of skin tones. 

“Yup,” you sighed, pointing to a line in the file. “That’s a graduate class, I’m guessing, look at that.” You pointed to the German word for Graduation and felt a deep pinch in your belly. These poor women. Unaware that they would be stripped of their rights, of what made them woman. 

You swallowed. “Okay,” you said. “I think we should just leave with what’s by the door?”

You stepped back, feeling the tile beneath your booted heel give and fall an inch lower. A metallic sound, like two gears churning to work, echoed loudly in the vault, and slowly, the vault door started shutting. 

“It’s a boobytrap!” Bucky yelled, dropping the file and running to the door, his metallic hand out to stop it.

“Did I step on a mine?” you yelled back, panic gripping every nerve in your body. 

It felt like time slowed as you looked over your shoulder, soft strands of hair slicking against the sweat on your cheek. You saw Bucky arrive at the door when it had but a few inches left to go, jamming his metal fingers between the closing door and the oval frame.

Every beat of your heart burned as you watched his face flush red, veins in his neck pulsing as he struggled to keep the door just a slight inch open. 

And then, overhead, a quiet squirting sound. You felt tiny pinpricks of water touch your cheek and you looked up. 

“Bucky.” But his name was lost to the sound of him groaning, grunting, heels sliding against the cement floor, sweat forming on his upper lip - all to keep the door from closing. “Bucky!”

When he looked back at you, the vault door closed with a deafening boom. 

“Y/N, don’t breathe in!” he gasped, retrieving his fingers form the door, panting as he made his way towards you. 

“Too late,” you said, feeling the minuscule dots of water dampen the inside of your nose, your lips, your tongue. It tasted so sweet. 

“Fuck,” he murmured, bending to your rest his hand on your boot, the one still pressed on the loose tile. “Y/N, I don’t think it’s a mine.”

You shivered, something achy climbing its way up your spine, burying deep in your belly. “Why?” you asked, closing your eyes as you felt his metal fingers clamp hard over your booted ankle. 

“Because,” he answered. “This was just the trigger for the door.”

You sighed. “Of course, I’m the dumbass who triggers the trap.”

“No worries, doll,” he said with a chuckle, and that nickname, that chuckle, made something sticky and thick slide down your belly, settling comfortably between your legs. Oh no. 

“How do we get out?” you asked, finally moving away from the tile as Bucky stood. You met his eyes, towering over you, and your skin suddenly flashed so hot that you feared he could see the heat fuming off your flesh. You sighed, an excuse to get air into your lungs, to fan out the heat invading your bones. 

He frowned, bent over to get on eye level with you. “Fuck,” he spat, walking towards the door. 

“What?” you asked, suddenly feeling your throat stick, parched, thick with saliva all at once. “Bucky, what’s happening?” You’d wanted your voice to sound panicky, but somehow, it came out... breathy. Like a purr. 

Bucky bashed his metal fist into the vault door, but the thing only echoed the sound back, not even denting, not even screeching. 

“Fuck!” Bucky yelled, raking his flesh hand through his short, cropped hair. 

He looked at you over the expanse of the vault, just a few meters apart, and something inside you ached, like an intense burn that made the fabric of your suit hurt against your skin, feel like hot iron against your nipples, the soft flesh on the inside of your thigh. 

God, you needed to get out of this suit. But not here. 

“How long until Cap comes for us?” you asked, falling to your knees, heat blasting from your knees to your scalp as you found the floor. Maybe it was cold. 

Bucky didn’t answer. He watched you fall flat to the ground, press your heated, sweaty cheek to the floor, chasing any kind of relief from this mounting pain, this heat. 

He gritted his teeth and took a step back. 

“What’s happening?” you asked again, rolling onto your back. The floor was but a brief relief of the heat, of the pain burning harshly under your skin. You closed your sweaty lids, scrapped your nails against your damp hairline. When had you gotten so sweaty? 

You reached up to the zipper of your one-piece suit, ready to tug it down. 

“Y/N, don’t.” Bucky’s voice, usually comforting, friendly, guiding - now sounded like a wolfish demand, a famished lion salivating at the sight of bleeding prey. 

You breathed in harshly, suddenly, your mind shifting the narrative of who Bucky was to you in a split second. A heartbeat before, Bucky was your superior, your friend who’d been nothing but a guiding force through your life - taking you from the depths of fear and desperation to acceptance. He’d brought you to the Avengers, to Cap and Nat, to a team of people like you - misfits who fit together. 

But now. Now the Bucky you knew was shadowed by this new grumbling, groaning wolf. 

“It hurts,” you panted, eyes still closed. You reached up anyway and undid your zipper, opening your suit down to your bellybutton, like slicing open a piece of meat. 

You heard something fleshy hit the floor, and you opened your eyes, looking back. It hurt to scrape your head against the cement, but you saw Bucky on his knees there, looking at you with something dark and hungry glazing over his eyes. 

Your eyes fell back to the ceiling above you, and you opened your suit up, arching off the cement in search of air. Your skin was pebbled with sweat, scorched to the touch. 

“If you expose more skin,” Bucky panted, and you realized that he was closer, almost breathing into your ear. “I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“What’s happening?” you asked, for the millionth time, feeling an ache start to build dangerously fast in your cunt, throbbing, burning, slicking down your thighs with every beat of your heart. Every rush of blood in your veins was pain, every throb in your hole like a searing demand, an ache insatiable. Even when you wiggled, even when you groaned, clamping your thighs together, turning to your side and trying to find friction.  

Your clit was a pained, throbbing mess. 

“Doll,” Bucky breathed, and God, that sent another wave of hurt coursing down your spine, snapping in your blood like lightning. You could feel your pussy slick even more at the utter wretchedness of his voice.  

You groaned. Shaking your head. “No,” you whined. “Not this.” You’d heard about this - this experiment on something Hydra called sex pollen. They’d first used it in their breeding program they’d started during the second world war, when they wanted more Aryan children. They’d perfected it during the Cold War, and started manufacturing it for breeding camps they’d scattered across barren wastelands to produce more Hydra pawns. And now, they were using it as chemical warfare. 

“Bucky, no,” you whined, feeling hot, steaming tears wet your cheeks. You couldn’t do this. Bucky was your friend, your boss even. He was 7 years older than you (although he was technically like, 109 years old, but still). You were a rookie and he, your training officer. Your were his student and he was your professor. This was wrong on so many levels. “How much time does this last?” you asked, shivering, feeling another nauseating wave of need pulse through you. 

“I’m... I’m not sure,” he said, struggling to say each word. Like air was unknown to his lungs. Like he was fighting every instinct in his bones. 

But just the sound of his voice was enough to make another wave of excruciating pain wash through you, making you groan and wiggle against the floor. That ache in your clit intensified, pulsed painfully.

“Make it stop,” you murmured. “It hurts... so much.”

There was a second of silence until you heard the telltale sound of fabric rustling. Just the thought of Bucky naked, even an inch of skin available to your hungry eyes, made your cunt clench on nothing and you groaned in pain again. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” he said. “There’s only one way to make it stop.”

You shook your head, shivering. “No.”

Your heart stuttered as another wash of hot, molten lava scorched through your veins and this time, you sobbed, teeth clenching. 

“You can die, y/n,” Bucky whimpered and this time, his voice was right there, above you, a hand skimming across your thigh. 

You made a whimpering sound at the feel of his hand, even the slightest touch like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over your head. 

You opened your eyes and through tear-stained lashed and heavy lids, you looked back, seeing Bucky hunched over you, shirtless and sweating and with nothing but pain in those dark blue eyes of his. 

He bit his lip, meeting your eyes, and he nodded slowly. 

At this point, your entire body was shivering, sweaty, heating to the point that you thought your body would shut down. 

“Let me help,” he said, wretched, rough. 

When he applied the entire weight of his hand on your hip, it was like a lightning bolt had exploded under your skin. A moan ripped from your throat, utterly wrecked and rough and gone. 

Bucky said something but it was lost to the smoke in your head. He pulled down the rest of your suit, exposing hardened nipples to the air, but it still wasn’t cold enough. You wiggled your hips as he dragged the rest of the fabric down your body, to your legs until he was chucking off your boots and leaving you in nothing but your underwear. 

“Doll,” he rasped, pressing his fingers to your ankles, gently scraping up until he was resting both hands on the inside of your soft, plush thighs. “You’re soaked.”

You groaned, panting on the floor, feeling sticky, achy, and on fire. You pressed your hips forward, searching, searching. “Bucky, please.”

“Jesus, forgive me,” he groaned, and when you opened your eyes to meet the white lights above, he pressed a kiss to your clothed clit and you moaned salaciously.

One hand instinctively gripped at the roots of his brown hair, pulling him ever closer. The other clawed at the arm that came to rest over your tummy. 

A sharp, bruising knot formed in your tummy when he used one finger to move your thong to the side and he pressed a warm, wet kiss to your bare pussy. 

“Fuck, Bucky.” It came as a breath, like this was the first fresh, real breath you’d taken in years. 

He groaned against your skin, the vibrations dribbling up your belly, up your spine. Your toes curled as he gave his first few strokes of his tongue, long and harsh, like he was at a watering hole after days of being parched. 

“You taste like heaven, kitten,” he murmured, flattening his tongue against your clit and stroking it quickly, little flicks that sent your spine arching, your eyes closing, toes curling against his back. 

He gripped your hips in both hands, digging in to his meal, each stroke of his tongue like a spark against your clit. 

Your first orgasm wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to quench the heat, to cool the fire raging in your belly. Like a monstrous black wave, the pollen kept your senses awaken. 

“Bucky, again,” you whined, closing your thighs against his head, guiding his mouth back to your hole. He kept licking, sucking against your clit. 

Your second orgasm was like a temporary wash of relief. You smiled against each wave, hips stuttering against Bucky’s mouth. 

“It won’t be enough,” he said, voice wrecked, as he kissed up your thighs, igniting another wave of harsh, hot lava to drip from your belly into your clit. You whined. “I know,” he cooed, his eyes glazed as he hovered over you. When you met his gaze, you could see that he was fighting his own seams, that he was just as fragile and wanting and needing as you were. 

You reached between your bodies, skimming your nails down his hard chest, hearing the faint groan that left his lips. You patted down his belly, down until your hand wrapped around the impossibly hard, thick bulge in his suit pants. 

He bowed forward, sighing, moaning as you felt him out. Something like confidence, dark cunning, invaded your senses like a drug. 

“I need to be inside you so bad, y/n,” he groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your shoulder. Just the weight of his body on your chest, feeling his heat, his every breath, every tremble of his fingers as he clawed at your bare hip, your plush thighs, made you tremble with need. 

Hurriedly, he pressed away from you, pushing down his pants until his drooling, hard cock sprang free. He let it flop against your belly, groaning at the feeling, and when you met his eyes, he was nothing but a feral, hungry wolf. 

He claimed your mouth in a sudden, voracious kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as he ground into you. Delving his tongue passed your teeth, nipping at your bottom lip, breathing life into you with every stroke of his tongue against yours. 

You gripped his shaft slowly, feeling the velvety skin, stroking him in slow, languid movements of your wrist. Your other hand found his hair, pushing his mouth closer to yours, kissing him with fervour and need. His own hands cupped your head, positioned you the way he wanted. 

Then his metal fingers closed over your knee, hooking your leg over his hips, and he pulled away form your mouth in a wet, sloppy pop. He breathed, calming himself, but with you clawing at his shoulders, bringing him closer, hands stroking his dick quickly, he couldn’t stop himself. Even if he wanted to. Even if, deep down, in the dark, almost forgotten corners of his mind, he knew this was wrong, wrong, wrong - he wanted to lose himself in you. Just your taste wasn’t enough. Two of your orgasms against his lips wasn’t enough. Kissing you like he’d dreamed of doing so many times in his wet dreams - all of it wasn’t enough. 

He fell to one forearm, bringing his mouth to your ear. Your hand still slicking against him. Your mouth kissing against his neck, up his jaw. Your other hand digging nails into the hard muscle of his tricep. Your hot, wet thigh pressed against his bare hip. 

“I’m going to fuck you, y/n,” he grunted against your ear. 

You nodded, pushing your hips up, towards him. He pulled away from your stroking hand and you felt his tip press at your wet entrance. He shivered when he thrust the tip in, feeling your hole give in to him. 

You gasped as he slid in slowly. Now was when you realized just how big he was. How thick and unforgiving his cock was as he stretched your walls, impaling himself into you inch by inch. 

It was a painful stretch that made your knees tremble, gripping onto his shoulders for dear fucking life. 

“So tight,” he whispered against your ear. “Were you waiting for me, doll?”

His voice was like a sin committed in church. 

You whimpered when he pushed in completely, seating himself to the root, until every inch of him was pressed up against you. 

“Did you save this pussy for me, huh, kitten?” he rasped, pulling back and thrusting in slowly. He groaned, bowing forward. “So wet, doll, I can feel you dripping all over me.”

Who knew Bucky could be this filthy with his mouth. It made your body snap like a rubberband. 

He kissed up your throat, giving you shallow, quick strokes until he could feel your gummy walls relax and when he knew you were ready, he rutted against you like a dog gone mad. 

He gripped your hip, thrusting into you until your body was numb, your walls clenching against him, a pressure building just under your bellybutton. 

“Bucky,” you whined, sobbed, as he kept hitting that spot in you that made sparks dance along your spine.

“I can feel you, doll,” he grunted, teeth biting into your shoulder. “Come on, darlin’, you’re almost there.”

Your mouth opened in a small ‘o’, spine arching off the floor, adding to the pressure against his dick as your walls clenched impossibly tight against him, fluttering, buzzing, until your orgasm exploded through your flesh like a bomb of sparks and fireworks. 

You fell back to the floor, spine loose against the cement, your orgasm spinning through your blood as he kept rutting into you, chasing his own relief. 

You weakly grabbed onto his shoulders, pressed your face against his shoulder. “Fuck me, Bucky,” you pleaded. “Fuck me like I know you’ve always wanted to.” Your voice was so small, so wrecked from him, and it drove him crazy, drilling into you without rhythm. 

“So filthy, my doll,” he cooed, groaning when he heard you moan against his flesh. 

He fell onto you so suddenly, robbing you of air as he ground against you, chasing his own high. And after a few sloppy, shallow thrusts, you felt his cum inside you, his seed filling every inch of your gummy walls until he was dripping out of you and onto the cement. 

He breathed roughly, panting, gasping against your shoulder. And suddenly, his harsh hands became gentle on your cooling skin, stroking slowly against your waist. 

Your heart slowed, numbness filling you up like a dark, tentative wave. You were finally, finally cooling down, at peace, no more pain or ache or desire making every one of your movements excruciating. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” Bucky panted quietly, his face still hidden in your shoulder. “I never intended us to do... this.”

You shook your head. But no words formed in your mind, no coherent thought even took place as you just lay there, enjoying his weight, his heat. 

“We can’t stay here,” he said. He was so quiet, so gentle. He helped you get dressed in your soiled, cold suit. He zipped you up, did his best to smooth down your hair, tried to get as much of his cum off the floor with his boot. No use. 

When he got up and tucked himself back in his pants, tugging them over his hips, you couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips. 

“We’re going to be in so much trouble, Bucky,” you said, almost like if you laughed about it, it wasn’t that bad, right?

He sighed, shaking his head. “Just...” he hesitated, putting his shirt back on. “I couldn’t watch you suffer like that.”

You nodded. 

“Cap will come get us,” he continued, almost reassuringly. “We’ll get some rest... shower too, and then we’ll talk about what’s next.”

You leaned against the wall, so tired, so fucked out that nothing else seemed even remotely satisfying except your bed. 

“What’s next is a lot of fucking paperwork, Buck.”

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky smut #sex pollen #buckyxyou #buckyxreader #smut #buckyxy/n #buckyxyn #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x yn #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader smut #marvel #bucky sex pollen

[sturnlova]

Gonna hear you (M.S)

(Matt Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut of course , fluff, new to writing, long asf sorry i got carried away 😭 , not proofread but when is it? that’s all i think )

( Word count : Around 850 )

( Send requests!!!)

Y/N POV:

I walked in the house shared with Nick, Chris and my boyfriend Matt and placed my keys on the key bowl on the wooden table. I could hear muffled screams saying “You IDIOT!!“ “How’d you mess it up” “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT“ i knew at this point they were playing Fortnite i didn’t know if they were streaming though.

I walked into Nick’s room to say hi as i always do, stumbled my way to Chris’ room and gave him a hi before i walked to matt room. I finally reached matt’s room kissed him on the cheeks and moved his headphones to whisper in his ear “hi pretty boy, how are you you?” he blushed at my words and pressed a button on his keyboard to say “ hi sweetheart i’m good, but better now that your here “ I looked at the camera as he unmuted and waved a quick hello.

His stream was going crazy as they read what our mouths said and went wild over the nick names, it made me giggle.

Time skip

I just finished my shower and left my clothes on matt’s bed well he was still on stream. Fuck. What do. i called matts name as he went on mute and asked “what’s wrong? “ I stepped to show my naked body but still out of frame for them steam couldn’t see me.

All his blood travelled straight to his pants and made an obvious bludge in grey sweatpants, i couldn’t help but giggle at the fact i made him this way.

He turned his camera off and threw me my top but nothing else. He instructed me to his lap, i quickly followed like a dog following the smell of food. He pulled his pants down and jerked his 8 and half inches before allowing his self in me. We have tried cock warming a couple of times it always ended in him fucking me.

He turned the camera on along with the mic, i could hear Nick and Chris talk about how he was such a simp for me. Matt just told them to shut up and continued the game of Fortnite for an hour or two. Every time he would laugh or get angry he would thrust up and make me whine.. i moaned a bit to loud into the mic a bit to many times. fuck i could not stay quiet for the life of me. Matt moved his hands to my hips and squeezed them to tell me to shut it along with his whisper yell“ There gonna hear you”

But holy shit i couldn’t handle it, i started to grind on him and didn’t stop, matt turned his camera and mic off and told me if i didn’t stop his gonna end up fucking me.. but shit that didn’t sound like a bad idea ?? He turned everything back on and i continued doing my actions. Matt game skills were shit at this point, i could hear Nick say “ Matt are you feeling okay? your game is worse than mine lmao 🤣” Matt responded with “ actually i’m not feeling that good, ima head off now..” They said there byes and matt said bye to chat and turned discord call off along with twitch.

Matt took me off his lap and spoke into my ear “ you wanna be a slut and want my brothers and over 20k people hear you moan? knowing they are gonna hear, than your gonna get fucked like one.” the way he spoke just made me get wetter to the point were i was leaking onto my thighs since i had no underwear one.

He gave me no warning and thrusted into me.. he didn’t need to stretch me as he already cock already did the job. Fuck the speed he was at was a speed that i’ve never experienced, but holy shit i loved it. I was begging under him, screaming his name like a chant.

After 3 orgasms and Matt not stopping i couldn’t even moan i just had my mouth in a ‘o’ shape and heavy loud breaths. I couldn’t take it anymore and matt saw it on my face and spoke “ you can take it i know you can, i can take it so can you, plus remember you’re the one who couldn’t wait, one more baby please baby i know you got this” i really couldn’t. Shit after he kept going i couldn’t do it i screamed out safe word “ketchup” repeatedly. i know it’s a silly safe word but it worked.

Matt stopped immediately and was so worried asking if i was okay and if he went too far, I reinsured him telling him i was okay and that i was more than okay i just couldn’t handle the over stimulation. Matt hurried off to the bathroom and grabbed a wet hand towel to clean me up and then cleaned him self up.

Matt checked his phone and saw 3 messages from chris …

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt x reader #romance #romantic #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader

[ephermiro]

Naughty Brahmsy - Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

"Right now you're mine, all mine."

A/N:  This is taking place after the first movie when Greta left. I might make this one into a series. Until I get some requests in, I'll be posting some of my own stuff I've written in my downtime. If you do have requests, look at my pinned post on my profile!

Warnings: some nonconsensual grabbing and grinding, blood, tit fucking, facial.

Brahms delt with the psychical ache of wanting to have you all for himself for weeks now ever since you moved in as new nanny. Your smell, skin, everything made him so thirsty for you that he could slit that pretty throat and drink you up. But he needed you alive, alive so he could make you his. In Brahms' mind, as long you lived in the manor, you were his to fuck and breed when desired. He was pathetic for you, spending nights of palming his hard on while watching you through the walls instead of just going out and taking you.

That what was going through his mind when watching you make him a sandwich. The filthy thoughts of bending you over the counter and breeding you until Brahms was collapsing on the floor. To have you shaking and mewling as he ravaged your skin. He never had actually done these things, just thought of it. All he had was the sex doll given to him by his parents so he could fuck out his frustrations and the porno magazines he kept in a messy pile. None of that was compared to the real thing. Brahms looked down from you at the aching between his thighs. The erection that reminded him that he had all the power to make you submit. Brahms had to do something. Even if it meant getting in trouble. Before you knew it, you were shoved up against the counter from behind, Brahms' massive hands gripping the edge of the counter. His nose tucked into the nook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. Each whiff made him whimper, God he was fucking pathetic but it was cute. Brahms pressed his hips up against your ass, his arms coming tightly around your hips, grinding hard against you like the horny bastard he was.

"Brahms, what are you doing?" You gasped out when you felt his erection pressed up against the curves of your body. It was fucking big, and it was needy for a wet hole. "Please...please. Shut up. Let me-" Brahms whined harder, his cool mask pressing against the sensitive skin of your neck. You hands pushed at his arms around his waist, causing the man to growl out and start to whimper like a hurt dog. "Brahms! Quit! You're being really bad!" You shouted out before you were interrupted his Brahms slamming his palm over your mouth to keep you shut. Brahms bent you over the counter, one hand on the back of your head and the other holding you up by your hips.

It all came crashing down when Brahms felt the sharp pain of small teeth digging into the meat of his palm. He smacked your mouth, yelling out in pain as he pulled away. The perfect, bloody indents of your teeth in his palm told Brahms all he needed to know about you. That you were going to be harder than he thought. "Brahmsy! Bad!" You hated being mean to him, Brahms was a sweet boy sometimes. Brahms glared at you like you had just told the man that he was a fucking failure and that you hated him. His eyes going wide under his mask in hot anger and then into sadness. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll be good. I promise I will." Brahms held up his bleeding palm to you like he wanted you to tend to it.

He was a big ol' baby.

"Why the hell would you do that?" You took his hand on frustration, still trying to prod at it with gentle fingers. You used the hem of your apron to dab up the blood that was bubbling up in his palm. Brahms tilted his head at you, those damned puppy eyes. He always tried them whenever you weren't doing what he wanted. "I'm sorry. I just...I want to..." Brahms mumbled off, his eyes darting away quickly from you. You looked up from the crimson blood on his palm as he started to go quiet, only the deep and brooding melodies that came out of the gramophone filled the awkward silence between you two.

"You want to what?" You placed a finger on Brahms' chin, bringing his face back to you so he could look in your eyes. You felt his breath hitch in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Brahms felt so sure earlier, so confident, now he was scared that you were disappointed in him and would leave. "I wanted to touch you." Brahms finally said, hissing through his teeth slightly as you applied pressure to the wound. His words caught you of guard, mostly because Brahms saying that wasn't normal for him. He was a bit weird and said out of pocket things, but he had a filter. "You have to ask to touch." You said firmly, hoping it would get the point across. His eyes lit up as you said that, that was what he wanted to hear.

"Can I..." Brahms held his hand up, making a squeezing motion with his fingers near your breast. You had to fight rolling your eyes, of course he was going for the tits. You just nodded, taking his palm and pressing it against your breast. Brahms' eyes stared at him palming your tit like it wasn't really happening. He eventually gave a soft squeeze, his breathing coming out harder from under the mask. Just a small touch and Brahms was already huffing like an angry bull over it. He reached his other hand up, squeezing the other breast. Brahms was gentle at first, his thumbs caressing your curves, feeling the smoothness of them though your shirt. Brahms looked down at you, his masked face inching closer to yours. It was the exact replica of the once perfect doll that was shattered just months ago. Brahms pressed the lips of the mask against your's. It was sweet, almost like he was kissing you with the small tits of his head. You reached a hand up, touching the bottom of it. "May I?" You asked gently to make sure not to tip Brahms off and cause him to freak out over nothing.

Brahms nodded quickly, he was excited. He never actually kissed someone besides his momma and Greta. But both left him. You lifted Brahms' mask up ever so slightly to just see his lips. They were small, chapped, his facial hair making the pink color of them stick out. You noticed the burn scars on the small bit of skin that was showing, it didn't bother you much, but it was a reminder of what he did. Brahms didn't give you a second to think, just crashed his lips straight into your's. His hands tangled up into your hair, holding it tight in his grasp to keep you in place. The kiss was like two teenagers making out for the first time. Sloppy, needy, breathy. Between each wet smack of your lips was a small gasp of air. Brahms palmed at your breasts again, grabbing them with a new heated fervour. His tongue protruded your mouth, prodding inside your mouth to try to taste you inside and out. His hands gripped the front of your shirt before pulling the front down enough for him to see. Brahms pulled from the kiss, his lips parted and glistening with the mix of your saliva with his.

Your breasts were beautiful to him. It was definitely worth the wait to Brahms, seeing tits out of his porn magazines was so much better. He didn't think before he spoke, the words just fumbling out. "Let me fuck them. Please." You looked up at Brahms with a shocked look, not bad shock, but just shock he would even want to do that. "Please. On your knees." He begged again. Brahms pulled the rest of your shirt up, letting your tits bounce out. You got down on your knees, raising yourself up just enough for Brahms to be able to easily shove his cock between them. Brahms moaned out loud, his mouth hanging open as his trembling opened his pants and pulled his cock out quickly. It was thick, heavy enough for it to still be slumped over when rock hard, a dark patch of curly pubes around the base. Brahms struggled for a bit to get it in position to the cleavage of your breasts before he got it. He pressed your tits together, shoving his cock up between them. The swollen, pink tip stuck out the tops of your breasts, the foreskin hugging slid down his shaft with each thrust.

Brahms was already panting and whining like a dog, his strong hands gripping your tits together. You tilted your head down just low enough to take his cock head in your mouth, making him moan out louder. Brahms watched as his precum built up at the slit of his cock, the sticky fluid glazing over your breasts. He took a hand, pinching one of your nipples roughly, making you yell out in pleasure. You could feel the folds between your thighs growing wetter by the moment as he twisted and pulled at your nipple and sending electric pleasure for you.

With a loud groan, Brahms pulled away, his cum shooting out of his cock in thick ropes onto your tits and face. You felt the warm liquid dripping dripping down your lips and breasts, leaving hot streaks of Brahms' seed behind. He reached to your face, smearing his cum over your lips like it was lip gloss. "Again?" Brahms asked with a tilt of his head, making you laugh softly.

"Later, Brahmsy. You were a good boy."

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Kinktober Day 3: Billy Lenz X Reader

Squirting, degredation and jealous sex

!18 plus! No minors allowed!

Overview: You help out your neighbor and Billy doesn’t take to kindly to the way he talked to you

Warning: dirty talk, degredation, jealous sex, f!oral, mating press, squirting, messy sex, fingering

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You fucked up, you knew you fucked up and that’s how you got into this situation. It was just a simple chat with your neighbor, a friendly conversation after you gave him some butter for dinner. But because he was a man and a tall attractive one at that Billy wasn’t having it.

“My slut…not his..” Billy growled

He had you bent pretty much in half as his cock slammed in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Billy’s pussy…” he growled slapping your ass “nasty, nasty bitch..wants other men’s dicks…hole too needy, need more than Billy.”

Your face flushed red at the humiliating remarks

“N-no Billy! Just please it’s too much!” You pleaded with the man above you

He growled gripping your hips tighter slamming down harder into your pussy making you yell out in pleasure.

Billy ignored your please not caring how overstimulated you were, just wanting to show you your his.

“Gonna fill this piggy cunt up…nasty nasty girl.” He groaned feeling his cock twitch

Balls slapping against you Billy panted like a dog going faster and faster until he stilled inside you, emptying himself deep inside your cunt.

Thrusting a few more times to ride out his high, Billy eventually pulled out but didn’t let you go instead opting to plunge his face against your weeping core. Finally laying chest down on the bed Billy slurped up your juices like a thirsty dog, fingers digging into your thighs as he sloppily ate away.

“Oh fuck Billy!” You moaned out gripping his wavy brown locks

“Too much Billy, please I’m sorry! I’ll never talk to him again! Just please slow down!” You pleaded with the insatiable man between your legs

Billy groaned into your cunt, ignoring you once again as he plunged 2 fingers into your core, pulling in and out hearing the squelching of the combined juices inside you.

Pulling away Billy watched the way his cum would spill over onto his hands, drool and juices dribbling down his lips.

“You look good with Billy’s cum inside you.”

He commented before diving back to your clit with his tongue flicking it up and down, fingers still pumping away inside you. You moved your hips up feeling the build up inside your core once more but a lot heavier. Whimpering you tried to push his head away just to give you a moment of reprieve but Billy grabbed your hand yanking it off his hair, placing the same arm against your stomach to keep you still.

“Billy! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You warned feeling the uncomfortable build up rising within you

At the sound of you warning him his tongue lapped faster, fingers curling up staying inside so he could flick them against your g-spot.

Screwing your eyes shut you let out a string of curses as the biggest orgasm of the night crashed over you, feeling your juices squirt out and all over Billy. Billy pulled back in shock as you gushed all over his face and hand, in awe of what he just witnessed.

Collapsing into the bed you panted hard not bothering to look at Billy, who had just pulled his fingers away with a nasty squish sound.

Everything stayed still for a moment until you could feel the weight of the bed shift as Billy climbed over you, laying down on your chest making a comfy home with your breasts.

“So good for your Billy” he wrapped his arms around you “y/n’s Billy, all mine my pretty pretty piggy…” he mumbled

You nodded petting his hair, the both of you laying in your nasty love making just for a while to regain composure enough to go clean up in the bathroom.

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

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prologue / hour 2 << pt. 4 -- hour 3 >> hour 4

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Remus holds his cheek, "I said no slapping hard! What the fuck was that?"

"Oh, stop being a baby," You scoff, "I didn't even hit you that hard."

"Did too!" He argues.

"Did not!" You argue back.

"Did—" Remus is interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Hello?" He greets, and you see what he means when he says 'customer service voice.'

"Shoot," He sighs—it's funny hearing him try not to swear, "I forgot to tell you. I'm kind of stuck in a lift." He smiles worriedly, all wonky and wobbly.

'What a cute smile,' You think. Whiplash—that's what you get from looking away so fast. Where the fuck did that thought come from?

"I'm being genuine, Marty. I am stuck in a lift." Remus grimaces, and you can only assume his boss is yelling at him, "Well, what do you want me to do, Marty? Pry my way out of here?" He pauses, "No, that's not an actual option!"

You cover your mouth in an attempt to distort your voice, "Sir, the maintenance crew will be there in about five hours."

He shoots you a weird look, and then his boss says: "Okay, obviously you're stuck. You better come to work tomorrow, though!"

Remus grins, "Will do, Marty. Will do." 

He turns to you, bewildered, and asks: "Did you just... help me?"

"It's only because I can't stand how whiny you sounded," You cross your arms and stick your nose in the air.

"Well, I appreciate it." His voice is delicate, and your heart beats faster and faster and faster and— "I owe you one."

Your head snaps to him, "You do realize what you just said, right?"

He nods in full confidence.

"You owe me one. Am I hearing that right?" 

"Yup. I owe you."

You bask in it, grinning. 

Remus Lupin is making you grin, and you aren't bothered by it.

Remus finds himself grinning with you, and he—like you—doesn't care.

And then, you burst into laughter. It's music to Remus's ears, and he regrets not hearing it more. He regrets not being the cause of it. He regrets so much when it comes to you, but you'll never know that. That's what he decides.

He laughs with you, "What's so funny?"

"I think I'm going insane," You giggle, "Cos, well, I'm not minding you here," You take a deep breath, "Let's play a game."

Remus tilts his head, quirking an eyebrow, "A game?"

You gasp, "Let's play twenty questions!"

"...Okay. You go first."

"Are you a dog or cat person?"

Remus thinks for a moment, "Cat, I think. Okay, my turn." He puts his finger to his chin, "What's your favorite color?"

You tilt your head this time, but, unlike Remus, it's in confusion. "You know my favorite color," You smile at him with a weird, contorted expression.

He shakes his head.

"Yes, you do," You insist, "I told you."

"When?" He crosses his arms on the defense.

"At Lily's birthday. Remember? Back when we were..." You wave your hands around, "Not this."

He shakes his head, "No recollection." But his mind is screaming at him. He knows your favorite color—knows what shade. Hell, he knows the fucking hex code.

"Oh," You look at your shoes.

"It's not like you know mine. It's not a big deal."

"Green," You mutter, "Your favorite color is green." You still won't look at him, too scared of his reaction.

"How do you know that?"

You roll your eyes, piercing him with your glare, "'Cos you told me. You've told me plenty of things, believe it or not."

He laughs humorlessly, "When?"

"About a week after we met, you got really wasted and blabbed to me for about two hours." Your gaze returns to your scuffed shoes, "Also, Sirius wouldn't shut the fuck up about you before we met."

"What did I tell you?" Remus heats up with embarrassment at the fact that he doesn't remember—he needs to know what ammunition you have against him.

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"Just the person I wanted to see!" Remus shouts when you walk into the little pub you all frequent. You smile at him; he's holding a pint of beer, wearing that stupid smirk of his.

"Yeah?" You ask with a laugh, "I'm just the person you were looking for?"

He nods dramatically, "You heard it here first, babe."

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"You really don't remember?"

He, once again, shakes his head.

"It was the last day you were nice to me." You're not sure what prompts you to say it. Maybe you actually were going crazy—confessing things that you swore to never speak of.

And then, all the memories flood back into his brain. He flashes through the night in fractured seconds, catching glimpses of your smile and how pretty your hair looked. For a moment, he swears he's back there. Back when everything was simple for you two.

me when its getting good *evil smile*

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my shy girl

warnings/ SMUTTTTT, weed, unprotected sex (don't fucking do itttt)

pairing/ eddiemunsonxshy!fem!reader

summary/ y/n likes eddie. eddie likes y/n. she's too shy to make the first move, he's too oblivious to make the first move. like most things in eddie's life, [the purchasing of] weed ends up being the solution to the problem

The picnic bench wobbles as you bounce your leg, only steadying as he sits down across from you. "Ah, my favourite customer."

Your palm is sweaty from the bundled up cash you're holding. You squeak out a "Hey."

"So, the usual?" he chirps, digging through for the little baggie. You hum out a "mhmm." You aren't interested in the weed at all as your eyes wander to Eddie. You enjoy the clink of his rings against the metal box, song-like.

A hand waves in front of you. "Earth to y/n?" He lilts.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. What?" You shake your head, still a little fuzzy.

He huffs a laugh. "I said that's twenty five, if you would be so kind." He holds the bag out to you in one hand, his other an open palm, elbows on the table. You flatten out the cash, hand it to him.

It should be thirty. He knows, you know. But you can't argue this with him again. You've lost count of how many times you had lost that battle. "You're my most loyal customer, y/n." He'd say. "It's only fair."

He clasps it in his palm, theatrical. "Pleasure doing business with ya," he says, shoving the cash in his little box and beginning to stand.

"English!" you blurt, a hand coming straight to your cheek. You sort of yelled, but it's Eddie, and he isn't exactly jarred by weird.

"English." He repeats, his tone a lullaby compared to yours. He lowers back on the bench. "What about it?"

"Uh, the english project." You swallow. "I heard that you could use some help."

He taps a finger on his lips, feigned thinking, eyes wandering to the sky above. "That I could."

"Well you obviously don't have to but if you want we can work on it at my house and my parents aren't at home and it'll be quiet. But it's up to you cause I'm sure you have better things—"

He waves his hands. "Y/n." You look at him and shut up, eyes wide. "That sounds good." He draws out the words, slow and measured, as if to reassure you. "I have my van if you want a ride." He points his thumb toward the parking lot, the corners of his lips quirked up softly.

"Yeah, okay." You smile gingerly, grabbing your books. "Did you maybe want to get your textbook from your locker first?"

He chuckles, keeps walking to the van. "I uh, I don't exactly have a textbook for this class. Or any class."

"Oh, right. Well you can use mine if you want."

He stops at the van "Ever so kind, y/n." and opens the passenger door for you.

His van is comfy, same as always. He plays music that's a little loud—not too much, but it makes you feel lively, the bass and drums in your chest—and you even find yourself singing along.

He turns down the volume, Paranoid fades into the background. "You like Black Sabbath? How am I only finding this out now?"

"Oh, um, yeah, and my dad likes 'em too. Paranoid is like one of my favourite albums." You fish in your bag and pull out a cassette tape. "I made this new mix a couple weeks ago actually."

He takes it from your hand, glancing between it and the road. You tense at that, fingers digging into the leather of the seat, but he keeps driving smoothly. He runs his thumb over the neat handwriting.

"Mötley Crüe, Iron Maiden and Metallica! Shit, y/n, I think I've met my match."

"Your partner in crime," you quip.

"The Bonnie to my Clyde."

You both giggle at that. "Don't tell me you're a burglar now. We're going to my house!"

He chuckles. "Speaking of which it's this way, yeah?"

"Almost. Next turn in." You point to the entryway.

"Right, right. I was a little high the last time I was here." He says.

"A little?" You scoff. "You ran over my mom's rhododendrons. I had to tell her it was the neighbour's dog."

"I'll get her new flowers," he huffs.

"No, you won't."

"No, I won't." He's grinning like an idiot.

You room isn't terribly messy but you scramble to shove the pens, books and notebooks off your bed and onto the desk. He has given you a ride home before but never dared enter. You never dared to ask him in.

"Sorry, I was up studying last night," you murmur as you neaten up. There are a couple cans of red bull on the pillow and you sweep them into the little trash bin. You opt to leave the cassettes and walkman on the bed.

"I would say I get what you mean but I'm not exactly renowned for my studious tendencies." He glances over at the books like they're written in another language. "But I have had my fair share of all-nighters."

"Playing at The Hideout until dawn then passing out in your van after does not count." You joke. He laughs and your stomach jumps.

"Right. So, where do we start with this project." He moves over to the bed, sitting close as you flip through the textbook. Your thighs touch.

"Well, we have to argue here that Othello's downfall is his own fault, not Iago's." You point out each character, explaining with your hands. He watches closely.

"And on the other hand we have to argue that Desdemona isn't as innocent as people assume she is. Then we tie both arguments together to explain the tragedy."

"Ok. Lead the way." He says.

About two hours later you're surrounded by half-eaten snacks, more empty Redbulls and a stack of various tapes.

"This Othello guy, he really loves that Desdemaria."

"It's Desdemona. And loves?" You drop the flash cards onto the bed. "He literally kills her." You chuckle.

"Well, yeah, but only cause he was so mad that she betrayed him." His tone is light, as if he's still pondering. "And he did it to redeem her, you know, so she could go to heaven or whatever. That's kind of love, right?" He rests his chin on his palm, knees crossed up on the bed.

"That's kind of beautiful, Eds. And brilliant. Write that down," you order, gesturing with a pen. He can't help his laugh, murmuring a subtle 'okay bossy.'

"What was that?"

"Nothingggg," he drawls, scribbling down the note. "Now, this is officially the longest I have ever sat down and worked so I think it's time for a break."

He gets up before you can stop him and walks over to the shelf with books, CDs, cassettes; all of your junk.

"This is cute," he says, holding up a framed photo of you and a sad looking, very wet cat. "Yellow galoshes were very in back then."

"Totally, but Bat wasn't a big fan of the rain. Hated getting his ears wet."

"Bat?" He sets back down the frame ever so gently. "Interesting name for a kitty." You continue to speak as he looks through the book titles, nerves in your stomach mixed with some other warm feeling. There's something intimate about having Eddie look around your room.

"I couldn't say my Cs when I was little." You laugh. "He kind of suited it though. He had little flabby bits under his arms that looked like wings." You gesture to your underarm, jiggle it a little. He chuckles.

"There's a cat just like that living under my trailer." He scans the highest shelf as he speaks, balanced on his toes. "I just call her Mews though. Sometimes she'll come up and— wait, what is this?"

You startle off the bed, terrified of what he has found. "Oh, God, what?"

He holds out a sizeable bag of weed.

"Oh, I-" you start.

"If you needed me to teach you how to roll up you should have just asked," he says, fishing for some papers in his pocket. "Can't believe you've been buying from me all this time and haven't smoked any of it." He's shaking his head but smiling nonetheless.

"Oh, it's okay, Eddie. I...I don't smoke." You place a palm over his hands, stop him from peeling open the bag. Suddenly you feel overwhelmingly guilty, your voice gets smaller. "You can have it back if you want. Sorry if I wasted your time." You stare at your shoes.

He puts the bag on the shelf. "You could never." You look at him now, his eyes honeyed brown. "Like I said, you're my favourite customer, but that's not cause you bought so much weed." He's grinning, laughing airily. "Like, a ridiculous amount of weed. But really. You're great to talk to, y'know."

"Really?"

"Sure thing. That, and the fact that you look real pretty when we do talk. You get all flustered and shy." He's smirking.

"Shut up." You shove his arm. "Let's finish this dumb project."

You sit a little closer now, knees crossed under you both and nearly touching as you swap pages of notes to read. But none of it is going in. The words are buzzing on your tongue.

"Eddie?"

He looks up at you.

"I like to talk to you, too."

He shuffled closer, your knees touch. The cutouts on his jeans line up just right; you're skin to skin.

"That's good to know," he drawls, shit eating smirk plastered across both cheeks that fades as fast as it had appeared. "But wait, why the weed?"

You flush from the neck upwards. "Didn't know how else to talk to you," you mumble, but he hears you. "It's also why I kept coming to the Hideout."

"Ohhh, see now that makes sense. Lovely thing like you doesn't belong in that dump." His fingers play with the straggly bits of his ripped jeans, knuckles brushing your knee. He moves his hand up, barely grazing your thigh. "I can't believe you did all that just to talk to me."

You cover your eyes with your fingertips, press hard. "It's dumb, I know," you say. But he doesn't think so.

Eddie takes your wrists, slides his hands up so his palms are against yours. His fingers are warm, calloused and smooth.

"It's not. It's really not." He says, leaning forward.

You whisper "Eddie." And close your eyes.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop."

You press your lips to his. They're wet, plump from his nibbling. Your hands come to the nape of his neck, hold onto the hair tight. He shudders, pulls back.

"Have you done anything like this before?" His voice is achingly soft, a little higher than you expect. His fingers come to hold your face, thumbs pressed into the space under your eye. You could laugh, cry, shout into the pillows.

"Uh, not with anybody. I tried by myself before but I couldn't figure out how to..." you trail off.

"That's okay. You want to?"

You nod.

"Words please, shy girl," his thumb swipes over your lip.

"Yes, Eddie. Yes."

His hands move to the hem of your shirt. "Can I?" He waits. You lift your arms over your head.

Your bra has a little pink bow right at the centre, but the lining is black. He's hard already. "This just for me?" he asks.

"Uh, kind of," you're smiling a little through the words. "Wear stuff like this normally anyway though. It's soft, see." You, ever so innocent, bring his hand up to feel the band under your arm, just before the cup.

"It is. You're beautiful, though. Don't need this thing." His hands slide back to the clasp. "Can I?"

You breathe out a "yeah."

Not long after he's between your legs and similarly in a state of undress, his tongue flicking at your clit, just one finger working your pulpy walls open but it has you keening.

Your skin is balmy, hands resting on your ribs as you watch him over your rising and falling chest. "Can you cum for me, pretty girl? It'll be easier if you cum first," he says, "if you want to do that part today." He pauses and you whine.

"Yes, please. P-please, Eddie, don't stop." Your hands find his hair, scratching at his scalp. Your back arches up as he adds another finger, cooing at your little sounds of pleasure.

"Such a good girl, gonna give it to me now, yeah?" He sucks harsh on the bead of your clit, tongue pressed flat against it inside his mouth.

"Yes, Eddie, I-ah!" You moan, high in the back of your throat, breaths heavy and quick. Your legs shudder, closing on his head, and he laughs into your cunt, pushing one thigh back out with his free hand.

"Fuck, babydoll, there you are. That's it," he praises as he lays off your clit when you squeal, still gently stroking his fingers up, up, up inside your fluttering walls.

You clasp his cheeks between your hands, bring him up to your face. You're still a little breathless when you ask for a kiss. He happily gives it to you.

Against his lips you plead "Eddie, I want you inside, please. 'M ready now, promise."

He's scooping you up then, both arms steady around your back, and puts you in his lap. Your legs are spread over his, though he's still in his boxers and you tug at the band.

"Off, please."

"So needy. Who knew my shy girl had it in her, hmm?" You do your best to hover over him on shakey legs as he shuffles the boxers off, wiggles them down his legs.

"You ok to be on top? Want you to go at your own pace," he says, hands firm on your waist. You nod at him, baby hairs stuck to your wet forehead.

His eyes are soft, caring, something akin to adoration glimmering in them. "It's probably gonna hurt a little, okay, but not for long. You want to stop at all and we stop, okay? Don't try keep going, even for me."

You press your fingers into the back of his neck, interlocked. "I trust you, Eddie." You rest on his shoulder, suckle at his neck. You love the little purple hues left behind.

You go to move, hesitate. "Can you-I'm not sure how to..."

"Sh, it's okay, I'll talk you through it. Just sit up on your knees for a sec, okay." He takes one hand off your waist, lines himself up. Feeling his head swipe up and down your slit has your knees already buckling. His grip on your flesh tightens.

"Ok. Now, slowly, sit down and take whatever you can. Doing so good for me." He kisses your cheek.

You look down and watch as you lower yourself, knees a little creaky. The second his tip breaches your entrance you yelp, a sharp pinch that had you squeezing your eyes shut.

"You're okay, breathe for me, gorgeous," Eddie says, both hands now on your hips, holding you steady. You heave a breath, sink down more and more.

You relax as the full feeling of Eddie being inside you takes over. He feels heavy inside you, not too thick but enough that your walls can pleasantly squeeze around him.

He's groaning the whole time, lips on your temple murmuring praises into the skin. The second you're fully seated you both gasp, the stretch and depth of him becoming comfortable inside you.

"Shit, you feel perfect inside. So soft and warm." He lets out little grunts, trying to stay as still as he can. You rock your hips forward, clit catching his pubic bone.

"Ah, Eddie! Fuck. So deep." You keep up the rocking, little moans at the beginning of each breath. Eddie's mouth drinks them down.

You stop for a second, walls clenching tight around him. "Is-does it feel ok for you?"

"Yeah, it's better than I could ever even imagine, babe." He brushes hair off your forehead. You wanna try something else?" He moves his hands to your back, slides down to hold the back of your thighs. "Try bounce a little, okay?"

You do as you're told, the drag of his cock along your walls is heavenly. He hisses between his teeth. "Shit, that's it, that's really fucking good, babe."

You lean back on your knees for better leverage and suddenly he's hitting your sweet spot every single time. You nearly scream, clamping a hand over your mouth. Eddie is quick to hold your wrist.

"Nuh uh, lovely girl, want you to make some of those wicked little sounds for me, yeah?" He places two fingers on your clit, pressing down and rubbing quick.

"Oh, Eddie, I think I'm gonna—oh fuck!" You bounce down hard and heavy on his cock as you cum, grip like a vice around him. He laughs underneath you, a sound of pure joy. "Shit, that's fucking insane," he pants.

You nearly slump forward on him but he pushes you back instead, guiding you to lay down. He pulls out slow as you whimper, using your wetness to pump himself hard and fast. "Where'd you want me, pretty?"

Looking up at him with doe eyes you draw circles on your tummy with your fingertip. "Here, Eds, cum for me right here please?"

His eyes screw shut. "Ah-shit." It feels warm and wet on your stomach. You press a fingertip into the hot spurts, bring it to your tongue. Your eyes flutter shut and Eddie groans.

"You're full of surprises, y'know that." He collapses beside you, pulling you in close. "Beautiful, beautiful girl."

"Can I? Be your girl?" you ask, fingertips dancing up his arm.

"Course you can." He whispers into the shell of your ear "My wicked, shy girl."

Sorry that was LONGGGG but I hope u enjoy.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader

[ilovewriting06]

Permanent Fix- Part 3

A/N- This is the last part to Permanent Fix butttt, I'm starting a series that will be titled Mischief and Angel, I'm sure you can figure out why 😂.

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I squeak as hands wrap around my waist and lips brush against my neck, "Stiles, I'm trying to cook dinner!"

He hums and pulls me tighter into his chest, "Yeah, and tonight is our last night here, let's enjoy it." The last little bit is mumbled and without werewolf hearing I wouldn't have realized what he said.

I lean into him and tilt my head slightly giving him more access which has him humming in agreement, "Come on Angel, let's enjoy it while it lasts. We leave tomorrow morning to go back home and we won't have any time to spend alone."

I spin around in his arms draping my own across his shoulders before laughing, "Mischief, you act like we won't ever have sex again. Are you forgetting we'll be living together, in the same room, in the same bed?"

Stiles smirks and pushes me against the counter, "Yeah, but we'll be living with my father, my father who always forgets to knock before he comes into my room. Not to mention the innumerable amount of werewolves who have the habit of climbing through my window, one of them being your nosy brother."

I shrug and kiss his nose, "Lock on the door and mountain ash across the window."

Stiles groans and places kisses up and down my throat, "I forgot how smart you were, and it's turning me on."

I chuckle before it turns into a whine when he nibbles on the mate bite. We've been at the lake house for seven days and I finally regained all my control two days ago. Although I had the pleasure of my bite scarring over within minutes, Stiles' bite is still a bright red color and there are multiple other bites and hickies scattered over his torso, chest, and neck. Like a beautiful painting that he surprisingly gets off on.

I moan as his lips attack mine before he's lifting me up and setting me on the counter, careful not to set me in the mashed potatoes I had been trying to make when I was interrupted. As he steps in between my legs I pull away when I realize something, "Babe, babe, wait a second."

He pulls away in worry, "What? What's wrong?"

I shakes my head, "Nothing, other than the fact we're out of condoms."

Stiles' eyes widen, "No way, that was a 24 pack! You're telling me that we've had sex, 24 times, in seven days?!"

I blush and shrug, "Yeah, we used the last one last night, and I am not about to have unprotected sex right now. At least not until we're married, but after we're married I'm ready to have kids whenever you are."

He groans and digs his fingers into my hips, "Angel, I'd have a baby with you right now if you wanted, but I think it's best that we wait until we're married. You have no idea how hard it is to not fuck you right now."

I nod and whine, "I know, but no condom equals no sex."

He pouts before he perks up, "Oh, my god." He takes off towards the door yelling as he goes, "I'll be right back!"

I roll my eyes and jump off the counter turning my attention back to dinner before chuckling as I'm being spun around and set up on the counter again. When Stiles holds up a 3 pack of condoms my eyes widen before I smirk, "Think we can use all three before we leave tomorrow?"

Stiles smirks, "Oh, yeah, we're insatiable Angel, fucking insatiable."

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I pout as Stiles locks the door to the lake house and hiding the key back in the fake rock. As he walks towards me I shut the back of the jeep after loading our bags.

He frowns and pulls me into a hug, "I know, I don't want to leave either but think, we get to tell our family and friends we're engaged. Plus, once we get married we can go on a honeymoon wherever you want for however long you want."

I raise and eyebrow and snort, "And where exactly are we getting all of this money from Mr. wants to buy a house, get a dog and a cat, maybe a goldfish, and have a big family, and now, you want a luxurious honeymoon."

Stiles' smile falters before it returns to his usual big smile, "When I turn 18 I get a large chunk of money that Mom had set aside for me, not to mention the money from her life insurance."

I raise an eyebrow, "How much is a large chunk of money?"

He licks his lips and sighs, "Not counting the life insurance close to 3 million."

My eyes widen and I stutter, " 3 mill- 3 million?! What the- where did that money come from?! You and your Dad have been living in debt for eight years and you've been sitting on a small fortune? Not including your Mom's life insurance. Wait, how much is that?!"

He shrugs, "Not 100% sure but I'm thinking it's like 300,000. And that's one of the first things I'm doing is getting Dad out of debt, but neither of us can access it until I turn 18 and even then it's only in my name so he can't touch any of it."

I nod partially understanding but my main question is still unanswered, "Okay, but Mischief, where did the 3 million come from?"

He shrugs, "From what I gathered Mom's family came from old money, like everyone was loaded and when her parents died they left their estate and the remainder of their funds to her. She sold the estate and put it all together in a savings account and only used what she had to. When she started getting sick she went and changed everything around so that it was all in my name and could only be accessed by me and only when I had turned 18."

I blink a few times as I process this information confused and surprised, "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

He shrugged, "I didn't even know about it until Dad said something about it when he gave me the rings. I mean, I knew about the life insurance but not the inheritance. Dad told me he didn't want me to use it for popularity or to get a girlfriend or something. I don't know I zoned out after I figured out that I was going to be like, a millionaire in a few weeks. So yeah, honeymoon can be anywhere and however long you want."

I nod slowly before pulling him closer, "I still want to get a job, I don't want to be reliant on my husband's money to live. I want to contribute at least a little bit."

He smiled and gave me a chaste kiss, "I know Angel, I plan on getting a job too, I still want to go into law enforcement but I'm leaning towards Beacon Hills deputy rather than the FBI, but that's something we can talk about another time. Right now, we gotta go. I told them we'd be back by noon and I figured we'd tell them about the engagement when we got back."

I nod and pull away from the hug, "We're showing them the video."

He laughs, "Yeah Babe, I know."

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By the time we pull into the driveway of Stile's house I'm pretty much bouncing around in excitement as I stuff the engagement ring in the front pocket of my jean shorts. Stiles chuckles as he opens my door and picks me up before setting me on the ground, "You ready Angel?"

I nod enthusiastically, "So ready. Are you?"

He nods before leading me to the back of the jeep so we can unload the bags. He grabs both duffle bags in one hand before laying his free hand on the small of my back as he guides me to the house.

One thing we've noticed since we mated is that we have to be touching each other in some way or we got moody, which is going to make school, sooo, much fun.

I open the door before grabbing Stiles' hand and pulling him into the house. After the door is closed behind us we toe off our shoes. Once our shoes are off Stiles drops the bags along the wall before we walk hand in hand to the living room. As we expected Noah, Mom, and Scott are scattered around the room. Noah is in his recliner with a cup of coffee, Scott is sprawled across the couch watching tv, and Mom is sitting in the armchair scrolling on her phone.

When we walk in they all look at us but Scott sits up on the couch and curses, "Holy shit! He looks like he's been mauled!"

Noah looks traumatized but Mom does a pretty good job at remaining neutral although I can see the surprise in her eyes. I shrug looking at Scott, "If I didn't have werewolf healing I'd look worse than him. We discovered that his spark will allow all his wounds to heal without leaving scars, excluding his mating bite, but he still heals at a normal human pace."

Scott cringes and gags causing Mom to roll her eyes, "Oh shut up Scott, I've seen Allison after you guys have a 'study' date."

Scott blushes before sinking back into the couch, "You both smell different now too."

Stiles and I look at each other before looking back at Scott as Stiles asks, "What do you mean?"

Scott looks between us before speaking, "You smell like each other. I mean, you did before but now it's like you guys are the same person. The only difference is you have an undertone of citrus and Y/N has an undertone of lilies. And I don't know, it's like I recognize you now as like two pieces of a whole and that you're dangerous."

I furrow my eyebrows, "Dangerous?"

Scott shrugs, "I dunno, not like dangerous, dangerous, but more powerful. It's kind of like you could be a potential threat if you weren't pack."

Stiles smirks and wraps his arm around my waist, "Hear that Angel, Scotty boy's scared of us."

I chuckle as Scott glares and mutters that, that wasn't what he said but Mom speaks over him, "So, how did it go?"

I smile and lean into Stiles, "It was great! It took a few days to get control again and I wolfed out a few times, which is where the multiple bites across Stiles came from. Stiles being Stiles was always able to bring me out of it before it went too far. It's still weird because right now I'm feeling emotions that are Stiles' and not mine, but he can feel mine too."

Stiles nods, "Yeah, not gonna lie it was extremely overwhelming the first day or two but now it's comforting knowing that no matter where we are I can check in on her to make sure that she's okay."

Mom coos before coming over and pulling us into a hug, "Oh, I'm so happy for you two!" Noah is the next one to hug us, "I'm proud of you son. Couldn't have picked out a better one for you myself." I blush and smile as Stiles squeezes my hip, "Yeah, I still don't know how I managed to lure her into a relationship with me."

I chuckle and kiss his cheek, "It was a lot of things Mischief, a whole lot of things." Noah smiles at the nickname knowing that up until Stiles and I started dating Stiles hated being called Mischief because it reminded him of his mother. He still doesn't like when anyone else calls him Mischief but he loves it when I do.

Scott comes up and pats Stiles' shoulder causing Stiles to let out a hiss, "Ouch, careful on the back bud, it's a bit sore."

I blush as everyone looks at me and I mumble, "I told you I lost control a few times."

Everyone chuckles before I perk up, "Oh my gosh, we want to show you something!"

Stiles chuckles and I can feel his excitement as he lets go of me and grabs the remote off of the arm of the couch. I usher everyone to sit down before Stiles pulls me down onto his lap as he connects his phone to the tv.

I shift my position so my feet are laying in Scott's lap and my head is leaning against Stiles' chest. I discreetly slip the ring out of my pocket and slip it onto my finger before putting my hand in between my body and Stiles'.

Noah and Mom are back in their original seats when the video starts with Stiles scowling at the phone trying to get it to stay in place. When he seems happy with it he steps back and I can't help but appreciate the way his dark red shirt and grey sweatpants cling to his body. Stiles must feel it through the bond because he pinches my leg and whispers low enough that even Scott wouldn't hear, "Behave, I don't have anymore condoms."

I don't get to respond because Mom screeches, "Oh my God!"

Quickly followed by Scott, "Please tell me you weren't about to say hot tub sex." I shrug and smirk before whispering just enough for him and Stiles to hear, "It was fun, 10 outta 10 recommend."

He wrinkles his nose until Noah and Mom snort drawing his attention back to the tv to hear Stiles ranting about pissing and water. I bury my face in his neck and chuckle as he blushes, still slightly embarrassed about it. I keep telling him that it just made it more memorable.

I watch the tv as he starts the actual proposal and I swear Mom is holding back tears and I don't think Noah is too far behind her.

Any and all tears start to fall when Stiles mentions Claudia. I feel Stiles kiss the top of my head and smiles before leaning down to whisper in my ear, "I love you."

I snuggle further into him as I whisper back, "I love you too."

Everyone chuckles when Stiles says that he doesn't have the wedding band because his Dad was worried that he'd lose it but it doesn't compare to their laughter at the next part.

"Shit!"

"What?"

"I never fuckin hit record!"

I snort as past me smacked him on the back off his head calling him an idiot and then flirting with him.

When Stiles turns the video off and disconnects from the tv Mom turns to me with tear filled eyes and wet cheeks, "Do you know when you're getting married yet?"

I nod, "Uh, yeah, we're actually planning on November 23rd."

Noah smiles, "Claudia's birthday."

Stiles squeezes my thigh before looking at his Dad, "Yeah, we decided we wanted the date to have meaning instead of just a random date, that and Y/N/N doesn't turn 18 until June so it'll give us time to find a house."

Noah leans back and his chair before blowing air out of his mouth, "It feels so surreal that this is happening. Don't get me wrong I'm excited it just feels like Stiles was 12 a few weeks ago."

I glance up at Stiles as he talks to Noah enjoying the moles that dot his face and neck. The way his pale skin is covered in my marks makes pride well up in my chest and I decide to check in on my wolf.

"Hey wolfy."

"Hi!" Her tail wags wildly as she jumps form place to place, "Since we're getting married, does that mean we can have a baby soon?"

I chuckle as I nod, "Sounds like that's what Mischief and I are planning on."

She yips in excitement and I return to the present before poking Stiles' cheek, "Mischief, guess what wolfy just asked me."

Everyone looks at me in confusion except for Stiles who looks amused, "Just a wild guess here, but she's asking when we'll finally have a baby?"

Scott splutters as Noah still looks confused, but Mom, oh she perked up at the mention of a grandchild and she's looking at me in excitement. I chuckle and nod, "You know her so well. She asked that once we're married if we'll finally have a baby. She got very excited when I told her that was the plan."

He laughs and Scott raises and eyebrow, "Who the heck is wolfy?"

I laugh remembering that Stiles and I are the only one that knows that wolfy and I can actually talk, I really need to give her a real name.

"She's my wolf, turns out that when you're mated you can talk to your wolf."

Scott looks surprised and impressed but Mom was the only one that spoke, "So, is that a yes to you having a baby soon?"

Stiles and I share a look before I turn to Mom, "Yeah Ma, that's the plan."

I think we're all taken aback when she yells, "HELL YEAH!"

Well, seems like wolfy isn't the only one that wants us to have a baby.

#stiles stilinski #dylan o’brien #teen wolf #stiles stilinksi x reader #dylan o’brien x reader #scott mccall #melissa mccall #noah stilinski

[angelbitezzz]

For the love of god sans give her another shirt (writing under the cut)

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Sans was woken from his sleep by a faint tune straining it's way through the floorboards and the soft clatter of something metal. Having a room directly above the kitchen when he had such an enthusiastic brother was the absolute pits sometimes, he thought as he rolled over on his mattress. Blearily, his eyesockets flickered open to regard his room, pupils sliding along until they landed on the blue jacket he'd left on the floor.

"huh. that's not supposed to be there." He thought to himself, eyesockets shutting again for a long moment before he registered the brown-red stain on the fabric. He sat up as the memories snapped back into his skull, the movement disturbing the little white dog sleeping on the end of the mattress. "oh. sorry, pup. at least one of us should get some more sleep."

He scratched at his backside as he stood, pawing sleepily for the hoodie that he'd left on his chair and tugging it on while he walked, opening the door to his room.

Oh.

"Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather...Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme...And gather it all in a bunch of heather...Then, she'll be a true love of mine..."

That wasn't Papyrus. The unfamiliar song wavered softly through the air as he padded to the landing at the top of the stairs, feet silent. The couch was empty...again. Hell, what was it going to take for that stubborn human to just rest? Did he need to tie her to a bed or something?

huh, actually, scratch that. bad idea.

A little flustered and more than a little frustrated, he descended the stairs. There was a good smell in the air, buttery and rich.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?" Angel was trying to be quiet, but seemed to be in something of a good mood. Her voice grew louder as he moved closer. "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme..."

Sans peeked through the entrance to the kitchen, halting for just a moment to watch. She had one hand in her jean pocket, his borrowed shirt baggy on her torso as she did something at the stove. The blood was still visible, dried now and likely staining the shirt forever. Damn. On the counter next to the stove was a plate piled with what he recognized to be pancakes. They were a darker brown than what he usually saw, but not because they were burnt? He didn't know what she'd done to do that. He stepped forward.

"Remember me to one who lives there..." Angel swayed a little, unaware of the skeleton currently standing just behind her. "She once was a true love of mine."

A heavy hand fell onto her shoulder, making her shriek and nearly jump out of her skin.

"hey there pal. just wanted to remind ya that it's past your bread time."

"SANS!" The human would've been yelling if it weren't for the fact that he'd stolen all of the air from her body. Her hand was clutching her chest. "What the fuck??"

"if you're not vegged out on the couch in the next 2 seconds, i'm gonna go wake up papyrus and let him lecture you."

The human pouted at him and gestured to her current activity, distractedly flipping a pancake.

"Okay, okay...but I'm almost done! Can't I—"

"nope."

"But—"

"no butts in the kitchen. that's unsanitary. what kinda cook are you, anyways?"

Angel deflated a little in disappointment, only for a thought to spark a sudden smile. She turned and grabbed a plate from the counter, then shoved it into his hands. There was a stack of three pancakes, still warm.

"Alright. But here—I already made your portion. And Papyrus's too. I'll just, uh..."

She made a motion like she wasn't sure where to walk, then shut off the stove and flipped the last pancake into the platter on the counter. Sans watched silently as she trudged to the couch and threw herself down on the green fabric like it had personally offended her, but her gaze quickly returned to the kitchen. In her face he could see that she wanted his reaction to her cooking; the eagerness bringing an amused thought of humans being related to dogs and melting his frustration.

Well. Far be it from him to say no to free grub.

He grabbed one—not bothering with a fork—and took a bite. It was warm, thin and crispy with a strong cinnamon taste that wasn't... unpleasant. In fact, it was quite good. He hadn't had anything she'd made before.

"...what's in this?"

"Oh! Well, my mom used to make us cinnamon pancakes when I was a kid. Wanna know the secret?"

"oh yeah? what's that?"

"Cinnamon."

"huh. who'da thunk?"

A pause.

"Is it good enough for me to finish—"

"not a chance."

"Damn it. You can't keep me trapped here, bone boy! I gotta be free!"

"i guess you're right. i mean, it IS a free country, after all. go ahead."

Angel looked at him for a long moment, suspicious of his sudden change in attitude. Slowly, she stood and walked over to the front door, still a little convinced he was going to make her go back to the couch. He watched her go, still chewing his way through his food.

"Okay. I'm leaving. Waaalkin' through the door. Yup."

"see ya."

She opened the door and stepped through, shutting it behind her.

Angel stepped into the house.

"back so soon? i thought you were free."

Confusion bloomed in her face. She looked back at the door and then at Sans.

"Uh. Yeah. Lemme just—"

She tried again.

The door shut behind her as her feet landed on carpet.

"you must really like us if you're not even trying to leave."

She didn't even dignify that with a response. After about 15 tries where she just kept walking back in, she slammed the door shut and properly gave up, huffing her way over to the couch and pulling the blanket over her head.

"well, looks like ya made the right choice after all. hurrah."

His voice sounded right next to the couch, making her peek out from the blankets to find a plate of pancakes being offered by the skeleton. Fresh, judging by the steam rolling slowly off them. Her stomach growled.

"here ya go. shortstack for a shortstack."

"...Thanks."

His left eyelid slid shut in a wink.

"bone appetit, kid."

The pun was enough to make her smile, bringing a foreign warm satisfaction to his ribcage. He chalked it up to getting a proper breakfast after all that nonsense yesterday.

Yeah, definitely that.

#art #my art #digital art #doodle #undertale #sans undertale #sans #ts underswap #ts underswap sans #ts underswap au #Crossbones and Starstruck #something something food as a love language #angel is gonna be so annoying about trying to help out #sans abusing his breaking of the laws of spacetime to make her stay in bed is personally so damn funny to me. #also yeah the shirt is too big for her. they needed something for her to wear after her supersuit was ruined #it'll get fixed #this is an excuse for me to draw her wearing sans's clothes 😏

[itjazzbicch]

Remember Me

Pairing:  Portgas D. Ace x Strawhat!Fem Reader 

First time writing for Ace so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Not wanting to part ways with Ace once he returns from another adventure, the reader is destined to convince him to stay after connecting deeply with him, and since Ace plans to leave once again, he gives the reader something to remember him by...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Oral F receiving, facesitting, spanking, hair pulling, swearing, unprotected sex)

Word Count: 1.3k 

“Do you really have to go again?”

Giving puppy dog eyes, I truly didn’t want Ace to leave. Ever since we first met, there was an instant connection between us.

Sitting up on deck with the sun setting against the sea, I was trying to convince him once again, to stay with us.

“What? You gonna miss me?” Of course, he was trying to tease me, but I answered honestly, nodding my head:

“A lot. I understand you’re a part of White Beards crew, but having you here with us just feels right.”

“Aww,” He smiled with a chuckle, joking with me more, “You can always come with me, ya know.”

“But-“ Looking down and seeing Zoro and Chopper asleep, Luffy and Usopp getting yelled at by Sanji, and Nami staring at them all in disappointment, there’s no way I could ever leave them.

“You don’t gotta answer, I already know,” He sighed, bringing my eyes back to his when he put his hat on my head, smiling, “But I can give you something to remember me by before I leave tomorrow.”

“Oh?” I loved how perfectly his hat sat on my head, learning what he was going to give me as he leaned down, lips meeting softly.

I didn’t think I could fall any further than I have for him, but his kiss topped the cake, naturally resting against him, a small tilt letting my tongue slip in and imprinting the taste in my memory.

“Better watch kissing me like that,” He teased, tongue fighting with mine, “I’m already fired up just seeing you in that bikini with my hat on.”

“What? Like this?” Swirling my tongue, pushing down his throat a little made his hand take all the meat on my hip, growling while biting my lower lip:

“We better take this somewhere else.”

Looking at the rest of the crew, the door that leads down to our rooms was out of sight, taking his hand and rushing over:

“Better move quick then.”

Running down to my room with giggles, I squealed when he yanked me into his arms, kicked the door shut, and dropped right to the bed.

I laughed more at how hard we bounced, falling back with his lips smacking into mine again.

As much as I was enjoying myself, all of this made the desire for him not to leave even stronger, pouting in my kiss:

“You sure you still wanna leave?”

“Sorry baby, I gotta,” Having no patience, his hands were all over me, tearing my bikini away string by string, a dirty smirk on my face, “But after this, you’ll want to come along.”

“You talk a big game, ya know?”

It’d take a lot to make me leave the straw hats and the look he gave almost made me believe I would, completely naked under him, following when he fell on his back, chuckling:

“Just don’t get all pouty again when I’m telling you, I told you so.”

Fixing myself on top of him, I held onto his hat I was still wearing, squealing at how effortlessly he picked me up by the thighs, hovering above his face.

“Enough talkin’. Put that pussy on my face.”

“Ace-“ My hand slide through his hair, gripping tightly when he pulled me down, thighs smothering him, but his mouth working like it was nothing, sucking the life out of me through my clit.

It didn’t take much for me to need the bed frame to cling to, hips shaking, carefully rolling forward, his tongue licking every part of skin, darting into me.

“You little shit,” I jokingly cursed, moaning and crumbling against the bed frame, jolting up straight from his chuckle, adding a spank to my ass.

“And you like it,” My thighs couldn’t hide that devilish smile of his, seeing the rush he was getting through his eyes, “Fuck, you look so hot with my hat on up there. Keep riding my face, baby.”

Sucking on my clit even harder, I did just that, rolling quicker and quicker, feeling the heat in my stomach that was making me crumble.

“Damn it!” I was starting to fall forward, hips buckling on me, so he latched his arms around my thighs, rocking them for me.

“You got it, girl,” He mumbled, rolling my clit over his swirling tongue, pushing me closer.

“Yeah-ah!” Biting my lips and holding tighter, I let him push me over, whistling through my teeth, “Like that, Ace! I’m cumin!”

Burying his face between my thighs, taking all of me and every drop of warm slick drenching his mouth and chin, humming while licking me clean.

“That’s my girl,” Carefully guiding me to my back, his lips and chin were glistening, enjoying how he nearly had me tired out, “You can go more than one round, can’t ya?”

“Can you?” I giggled, more relaxed and spreading for him, nearly drooling at his physique, his cock twitching at my invitation.

“Wanna go all night, huh?” Kissing all over my breasts and fixing his cock against me, his little snicker was so sexy flowing into my ear, “Better believe I can.”

“Shit,” I didn’t know what it was about him that had me so sensitive and submissive under him, just the tip of his cock pushing into me had me feeling like just that could make me crazy.

He talked a big game, but had everything and then some to back it up, wasting no time to make a mess of me, making me cum back to back just with missionary.

After so long, I was panting and whining with sweat running down my temple.

With what little light beamed down by the door, the sun was down and we had no clue how long we’d been in bed.

“Still think you can go all night?” Cock buried deep in me, he gave me a moment to gather myself, rolling out soft thrusts.

“I don’t wanna stop,” I panted, whining at how hard I was still squeezing him when he pulled out, wanting something special out of me while guiding me over to my hands and knees.

“Show me what you got,” He kissed down my back, leaving a bite on my ass before resting back on his heels, smacking the tip of his cock against me, “Give me a good one, baby.”

“That what you want?” Arching my back and finding the right angle, I threw myself back onto his cock, both of us moaning at how tight and deep I took him.

“Fuck yeah,” He huffed, looking back to see him biting his lip, spanking me softly, “Throw it back just like that.”

“Just like that?” Taking a breath and doing it again had him hissing, my head snapping back with moans the quicker I moved, his tip smacking a spot so deep that I buried my face in a pillow to scream, but not daring to stop.

“Yeah, baby,” Not caring about how loud his moan was, he sat up further to pin his hips to my ass, taking my hair trailing out of his hat to grip onto, keeping me on his every inch, “Faster, baby, faster.”

Clinging to the edge of the bed, I threw myself back as quick as I could, moans flying free with his hand pulling my head back further, the shake of the bed rough on my hips, another pool of heat burning me up from my scalp to my toes.

“Ace!” With my eyes rolling back, my body slowly started to break down, pushing through this last race of pressure coming down on me, “C-Cuming, again! I’m cuming!”

“Ngh! G-God, dammit,” Matching my pace and throwing his hips, I instantly squelched all of his cock, drenching his thighs.

Latching to my hips with both hands, I could feel how he was shaking, cock throbbing against my walls death grip.

“Ah fuck, I’m cuming too, fuck!” Gripping onto my thighs, he just barely pulled out before dreaming all over my ass, resting above me with heavy pants.

“God, it’s hot,” I huffed, finally letting my hips fall to the bed, smiling at the kiss on my cheek:

“Didn’t burn you up too much, did I?”

“Nuh-uh,” I smiled, turning my head to kiss, “You believe I can handle the heat, now?” 

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Montagues and Quaritches alike

Lo'ak x human!Reader

part 2

prt1->prt3(wip)

tawtute- human, skxwang- moron

Warnings- injury to reader but not described super in-depth.

You never got an answer when it came to that question of why help you, what you did know is that it came very much in handy. For instance when you ventured out into the forest once more and had been targeted by a small group viperwolf while foraging in the dark.

Should you had known better than to wander at night, yes, but to be fair your father had been running you into the ground with training lately. Something about making their first move soon. Either way it left little time for yourself and you just couldn’t stay away from the forest for too long. Plus  it just wouldn’t have felt right to go without warning Lo’ak.

Though it probably felt better than the gash that you’d received from one of those damn dogs.

“Shitt.” You’d hissed out, the pain was quick to set in after the adrenaline had worn off. Pulling up your pant leg revealed a cut that wrapped from your ankle to the inside of your calf. How were you gonna explain that to your father?

“What the hell is wrong with you? Dumb sky people, why would you come out here at night knowing how dangerous it is.” Lo’ak was crouched to where you’d let your leg stretch out in front of you. He reached out grabbing behind your leg to lift it up to get a better look. “It’s not too deep, you won't need to be closed up, but you ll need dressing to make sure you don’t get infected.” HE said after a few seconds of assessing the wound, placing your leg back down gently before standing.

And before you knew it, he was lifting you up bridal style and walking you through the woods. The heat that crept from your neck to your cheeks was involuntary and it had you thanking god for the darkness. Still after a few seconds you squirmed trying release yourself from his grasp.

“Put me down! I can walk. Where are you even taking me? Put me down, Lok”You pushed against his shoulder, but it did nothing and honestly the show of pure strength was doing nothing to aid the redness of your blush.

“That’s not how you say my name. It Lo’ak, lo–ak. Not lok.” He shot you a disgruntled look for a moment. “And no, you need dressings, and I cannot take you to your own people, but I can take you one of mine.” At that panic shit through your body.

“No, no, Put me down, I can’t- they can’t know I'm here, put me down!” 

“Calm down Tawtute, for eywas sake don't you think I know that. It’s just my sister be calm.” He said, patience growing thin for your constant movement against his chest and arms. You're not heavy by any means, but still no one wants to fight with someone they’re trying to help. “Now quite with the moving, you and your human clothes are going to give a rash.” 

“But-”You tried to refute his help once more but were swiftly silenced by the dirtiest of looks thrown down at you. Fine, you supposed, maybe this wouldn’t go totally horrible.

~~~

“What the fuck Lo’ak, that-that’s a person! What are you doing holding a person, oh my god, dads gonna kill you!” Or not.

“Shut up Kiri you skxwang before someone hears you!” He whisper yelled at his sister. You both found her in a different section of the forest. Gathering plants of some kind like you had been the first time around. 

“Someone should hear me what?! You brought one of those people here!” 

“Shut up Kiri, she’s not gonna do anything I promise, but she’s hurt and I need your help.”

“My help?!! You expect me to help one them, are you out of your-”

The siblings began to argue in hushed Na’vi, leaving you to lay awkwardly in Lo’ak arms. Eventually you found yourself analyzing Kiri, She didn’t look much like Lo’ak at all, except for of course the common denominator of them being blue and tall. She was a girl that could be it, but still. Before you could think about it too much Lo’aks voice cut through the air sharp, still in Na’vi to your disappointment.

“It’s eywas will, there was a sign.” At that Kiri stopped her fighting with him, her eyes moving from him to where you sat in his arms, squinting in question. Moving closer to you both, eyes boring into your own as she did so. Eventually coming to stand before you, pressing her large palm to your forehead.

“Uh-” You don’t get to question her not before she's pulling back eyes widening slightly before she sighs exasperated. 

“Fine. Stay here I shall go gather the supplies I need. Raise her leg.” Kiri instructs her brother before disappearing into the foliage. 

“Can you put me down now?”

“Tsk, are all tawtute as difficult as you?” He sucks his teeth at you, finally setting you down on a stone nearby, stepping away from second to grab a small piece of fallen wood. “Raise your leg.” You move on autopilot letting him place it under your leg before you are allowed to bring it down once more. 

“I am not difficult.” You snapping out of your stupor to rebuttal.

“ ‘put me down. lock’ ‘lock what are you doing!’ ‘i can walk, lok’” Lo’aks voice raises in pitch and his hands move up to clutch his chest while the other falls over his forehead dramatically. A surprised laugh leaves your mouth.

“I do not sound like that! And you said that’s not how you say your name?!” You laugh as you speak though you can't bring yourself to feel as offended as you try to sound.

“Uh yet it is Tawtute, listen to yourself.” He rolls his eyes with a smile. “And that's not how you say my name, but it is how you say it.” A cheeks smile spreads across his face and all you can do is laugh and sticking your tongue out at him.

You continue on with childish banter until Kiri returns and once she does an awkward blanket of silence falls across you.

“It’s um a pleasure to meet you,” you introduce yourself and Kiri simply nods eyes darting up between you and Lo’ak before she kneels next to the slash on your legs. Setting the basket she returned with beside her.

She pulls out a few bowls and rags. You dips a clean rag into a bowl of water wiping the gash clean of all dirt and debris before uncovering the two other bowls. Dipping two fingers into the separate ointment spreading them on and around the wound. After that she reached in to pull a few bandages out of the basket, wrapping around them the cut. 

“You must take these with you, and redress the wound every morning and night. If it starts to burn red tell Lo’ak to bring you back to me.” She tells you now that she’s finished dressing the wound. Placing the two bowls back into her woven basket and setting it next to your figure. Eyes darting between the both of you again she speaks once more. “How did you two meet.”

“He wanted to kill me.”

“Hey! That’s not fair you tried to kill me back!” Lo’ak’s neck snaps to face you and you chuckle at his defense. 

“He started it though.” You continue on a smirk playing on your lips as you shoot him an amused look for a moment. “Finished it of course.”

“The fact that the both of you stand here alive tells me neither of you finished anything.” Kiri tuts as us both, effectively wiping the smirk of your mouth and Lo’ak simply rolls his eyes.

“Don't listen to her, she couldn’t kill a dead fish.” He stands waving off Kiri and she glares at him.

“I wouldn’t have to kill it if it was a dead dumbass.”

“Shut up!” He whips his hair over his shoulder not bothering to turn around at her rebuttal. Simply flipping her off over his shoulder before bending down to pick you up once more. “Tell Mom and Dad I went out for a walk, I hate to put her back.”

“Put me back? I’m a person Lo’ak not a thing.” You correct him, not even bothering to shove him off as he lifts you up once more. Letting the basket of ointment hang on his elbow.

“Hey you said my name right!” He doesn't bother in acknowledging your statement, only the correct pronunciation. Bouncing you in his arms a bit clearly pleased with you. Yousimply roll your eyes with a smile and wave softly at Kiri.

“Bye Kiri.” You say and she says nothing in return, but she does offer a small grin and wave in return.

~~~

You don’t let Lo’ak take you all the way to the compound guiding him 3/4ths of the way before deciding this is close enough. He fights a bit with you but in the end admits defeat, setting you down making sure you're fine to walk about a hundred times before saying his goodbye. Though before he leaves he presses a dagger to your hand.

“What-”

“Use it only if you need to. And don’t ever come out at night again.” He says and the words are firm and heavy in the air.

“I can’t take this Lo’ak it’s yours.” You tried to push the dagger back to him but he refused, placing it in your free hand and curling your fingers around the handle. 

“Shut up and listen.” The words do their job in silencing you. “I wouldn’t feel good if you got hurt and since you're too stubborn to let me take you back you will take this. You understand?”

“I understand.” The words are quiet and his eyes soften once he registers your acceptance of the weapon.

“Good, now go.” You simply and start the way back to the compound. You make it back within twenty minutes. Unnoticed by the guards or your father, sliding the basket into the vent above your bed along with the dagger Lo’ak had pressed to your palm.

~~~

Lo’ak would also stay unnoticed it seemed, not by guards or your father, but by you. Staying in the trees following as you made your way back. 

He’d tried to go home after watching you walk away, but he couldn’t. Not when he knew what threats lay within these woods. Only making his way home after you’d slipped past the walls and he could no longer reach you.

And maybe knowing you were safe and alive cause of him made the speech he received from his parents worth it.

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Sorry this is so late my loves school is kicking my ass

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it kills me to love you (kai anderson x reader) Angst (it'll get better <3) PART 3

he sat there quiet before speaking. "go...go to your room" he mumbled. i took that chance to get out a quick as i could. i went up the stairs and into my room. i shut the door and immediately began to sob. i sat on the floor crying my eyes out. i dug my nails into my arms and sobbed. my knees were tucked into my head. i cried for at least 3 hours. when i looked up at my clock it said 1:00 AM. i sniffled a bit before going into my bathroom and looking at my wounds. my legs burned so bad but not as bad as my head. i huge gash was right on the side of it. a scab has formed over it but it still hurts. i began to treat my wounds very carefully. i wrapped my legs and placed a band-aid on the cut on my head. my hands were still shaking from fear. i didnt mean to make kai so mad... i wasnt thinking when i hung up or left. i heard my door open to my room and i peeked out of the bathroom. kai stood in there, but then he walked over to the bathroom. my face turned to fear and horror. ive never been so scared of him. i froze in fear. he walked into the room with me. he looked at me a bit before pulling me into his chest. he must have felt me shaking cause he held my hands firmly in his grip. his other hand held the back of my head. "i wont hurt you" he mumbled. his head buried into mine. we stood like that for what felt like forever. i was still so scared. was it a trick? something to make me vulnerable? i moved my hands from his and wrapped them around him. he let out a sigh of content. "kai..." i spoke "hm?" he hummed back "im sorry" i said, my voice a bit shaky "its ok...i got really frustrated for no reason..just dont do it again..." he said i stood shocked. he really just admitted he was in the wrong?! "go lay down you need sleep" he said letting me go. i looked at him for a second. he lifted my chin "ive always thought you were so beautiful. that day i met you. you are so perfect" he whispered. he pecked my lips before leaving my room. i stood in the bathroom shocked. but i did what he said. i walked over to my bed and lied down to go to sleep. i soon dozed off and slept really well. i woke up to see meadow staring at me. i sat up "what the fuck why are you i-" i was cut off my her hitting me with her bag "What the fuckis wrong with you!" she yelled at me "why the fuck are you in my room!" i yelled back "fucking hit me with your bag" i mumbled "i'd do it again" she snapped "oh you bitch i dare you" i said getting pissed. she hit me again. i stood up and slapped her hard. she scoffed before speaking "you messed up my lipstick!" she yelled "oh what you saving it for kai?" i growled. i hit her again but this time i punched her. she fell onto the ground. but i left her there. "get the fuck out my room cocksucker" i said pointing to the door. "i am so done with your shit. do it again ill kill you right in front of your kai" i said stern. next thing i knew kai was in the door way "what the hell is happening up here" he said looking at both of us. "meadow decided to wake me up by hitting me with her bag. so i hit her back" i said plain. "fucking bitch deserved it" she groaned. "im the bitch? do you even know what that means?" i scoffed. "it means your a whore. like dogs. dogs are whores they go from one to another to another and so on" i said looking back at her. "i am not a bitch." she said offended "yeah...yeah you are....go from harrison to kai back to harrison and straight back to kai. so your a bitch" i said shrugging my shoulders she scoffed before getting up and leaving the room "i mean im just stating facts!" i yelled before going into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. "well...." kai said following me into the bathroom. he wrapped himself around me but i pushed him off. he looked confused. "you have your own bitch" i said looking at him. "you dont have to be so rude" he said "ok....imagine waking up and first thing in the morning you get hip by a ten pound bag right in the face. then you hit someone twice and you havent even been up for 5 minutes...and no coffee" i said looking at him in the mirror.

#kai anderson x reader #american horror story #kai anderson #american horror story kai anderson

[xsavannahx987]

Finally, after weeks of freezing temperatures and snow, the thermometer returned to touch warmer values. The white mantle began to melt, leaving room for the lush green of the meadows as spring began to blossom with color. The flowers made their appearance, dotting the city with bright colors and the trees began to adorn themselves with green leaves. I love the snow, it makes everything clean and in a certain sense also magical, but I have always been a lover of warm and sunny days, perhaps lying on the seashore lulled by the sweet sound of the waves crashing on the rocks. Spring meant starting again those activities that during the winter months it was almost impossible to dedicate time. I resumed jogging early in the morning before work, or in the evening when I got home. I liked feeling the light wind on my face, even that damn Sunday morning in mid-March...

"Drop the gun and let's talk like civilians" Travis's voice was broken with fear as he saw both the gun and Mia's face terrified. "Kevin please!" Mia begged almost to tears. The biggest concern was that Branson might come home with the babysitter at any moment and find himself the scene of his father holding a gun. "Shut up, bitch! You're mine!" Kevin grunted in the blindest of anger. He had gone to Copperdale with the firm intention of taking back his wife and child, but when he arrived he had found the woman in the company of another man and his fury was unleashed in an instant. He had pulled the weapon from his trouser belt and, after grabbing his wife by her neck, aimed it at her lover. "Kevin listen, I understand that you are upset, but this is not the way to solve things" Travis tried to keep a calm tone without letting his fear show too much, but Kevin was not going to talk to him, let alone listen to what he had to say.  "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? You fuck my wife and want to talk? I'll kill you like a dog!" shouted the man in a fit of madness. He let go of his wife and gripped the weapon firmly in both hands ready to fire at what he believed to be his rival in love, but his plans changed abruptly as the front door swung open and Cullen's body collapsed hurled at him. With all the strength he had, triggered by the adrenaline rush of seeing the lives of his sister and his best friend in danger, Cullen struck Kevin in the face and he staggered back without losing his balance and grip on the weapon. Travis with a quick wit, grabbed Mia by arm dragging her away from the fight and shouting "Run away and call for help!", while Cullen attempted to disarm his opponent. She was almost out the door when Mia's hurried step froze at the sound of the shot. "CULLEN!" cried the woman turning and seeing her brother put a hand to his abdomen. The shirt began to soak in blood in moments and Cullen staggered forward until he fell to his knees in the small room, under the astonished eyes of Travis. In the hustle and bustle of that moment, Kevin took the opportunity to escape undisturbed muttering "I'll go back" to his wife before disappearing. "Cullen, man, hold on please!" Travis whispered kneeling beside him, while the floor began to get dirty with the blood that soaked his hand. "Mia call an ambulance, quick!" he yelled then turning to the woman. "Take care of them," Cullen muttered as his strength began to fail. "Don't talk, keep your strength!" Travis begged almost in tears, the fear of losing his best friend getting stronger than him. "Hailey ..." Cullen murmured a moment before closing his eyes under the gaze of a desperate Mia, the phone still in her hands and the voice of the operator saying "an ambulance will be at you in a few minutes" .

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[undersintrash]

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"your skin is quite soft today, sensitive to." He cooed quietly in my ear so I was the only one to hear.

My body shivers and trembled from the cold bony fingers creasing among my bareback. He then leans down to my ear, causing his ready, clothed member to be press more firmly against my backside. I would of meltdown to the floor if I wasn't holding the bathroom sink.

His once more dark seductive voice sing, "not only that, your hair actually been washed... It has such sweet scent." He said as he yanks my (y/h/c) hair back earring a painful yelp from me.

His bright red eyes looked down upon me cruelly as his long red slippery tongue licked his non-existing lips hungrily.

" If you wanted my attention that badly today, all you needed to do was ask."

Now I was filled with a burning hunger, wanting his hard cock piercing through me. "Please Mid lord, fuck me, punish me, just give me your hard dick." I pleaded hungrily, he let out a wide smirk as he pulled out his ready member than ramming it inside.

My back arched up as I let out a loud gasp, he had put it all inside. I held on to the sink tightly as his huge cock rammed inside over and over, molding my insides to his size.

I let out a loud moan unconsciously, forgetting that we're in a public bathroom.

"shut up now (y/n), you do still know that we are in school, right?" He whispers angrily as a stinging slap hit my back.

"Sorry San's, but your soaahh"

San's had hit me once more but harder, "you know the rules, when I fuck you like the perverted bitch you are!! you call me mid lord" he said in a whisper yell.

I look to the mirror in front, my eyes reveled a lustful hunger as San's held a darken glare. He was angry, frustrated, and, and sooooo hot.

He rip his dick out then turn my body around. slamming me against the sink. I lick my lips once more, Oh how I loved that scowling expression that tells me that he wants to rip my body apart, piece by piece.

"beg"

So hot, my hunger grew, "please forgive me mid lord." I replayed, he let out a wide grin "again" he replied with a sly smile. I collapse my hands around his neck with a down word pouting lip, "please mid lord , forgive me."

But instead of feeding my lustful hunger, he let out a wide smirk and daring eyes.

Oh I see his game

Letting out wide puppy dog eyes. "Please mid lord, I need you to fuck me." I said said in a pleading cute voice that he founded so amusing.

With that my mid lord lift my right leg up and push me on the sink as he enters me. thrusting harshly as I pant mid lord softly, I wish I could just scream his name on top of my lungs as he pounded me. But sadly we must stay concealed from the world behind the bathroom door.

I had wonder before, what would happen if the whole school found out that me and San's been messing around?

Many scenarios had went through my mind, like if they found out, we may end up like real couple. Going on dates, holding hands in the halls, kissing, and maybe he even take me to his house. I dreamed and wanted that to be what San's would call his, and his alone.

I wanted San's to be mine, I wanted to hold his hands out in the school halls and not have sex but passionate sex.

but all I am is his sex partner... Just a hot fling when he gets a boner.

My thoughts faded back to San's, and his deep thrusts into me. Warmth enter my body to my hard member, " I'm going to cum" I panted out. He just chuckled and place his bony hand on my member. He held it tightly as he moved his hand back and forth, I could feel the burring warmth pass through me as I cum all over his hand, But San's wasn't done.

He pulled out and push me onto my knees, then with a stern tone he commanded me to open my mouth. Like always I obey his wishes, he then shoves it deeply into back of my throat.

I choke for a moment but didn't push away, he then sway his hips back and forth. It burned, but I knew that he didn't care and neither did I.

San's push my head to the back of the sink and thrust in and out roughly, giving me no way to take controlled... well it's not like I wanted control, I loved his overpowering nature.

He thrust once more deep inside as he let his huge load inside my mouth, I swallowed most of it but it was so big that I felt is burring cum leaking out of my noise. San's finally pulled away, letting me gasp and choke on the rest of his cum, "we're done now" San's said as he zip up, than washed my cum off his hands before he left me in the bathroom to clean myself.

#swapfell #swapfell sans #(y/n) #sans x reader #smutty #nfsw art #fanart

[faccal]

Skyrim AU

Ivanos: Logan, that braid in your hair, it symbolizes something?

Logan pulling his braid forward from the rest of his long hair: yes. While braids are common in all cultures, many Nord's wear them to symbolize pride. My father never had long hair like mine, but my mother did. I was told he used to braid her hair for her. He loved her very much

Ivanos: how sweet. Keegan, don't you think he's pretty with his long hair?

Logan glaring daggers at Keegan from across the table, Ivanos's daughters on either side of him so he can't hurt anyone:

Keegan: uh...yes, I suppose....he does

Logan mouthing: I. Will. Feed. You. To. The. Chickens.

Ivanos: Logan I raise my chickens on a regular diet, feeding Keegan to them would disrupt that and potentially cause unrest. Also I do not believe my cow would appreciate human remains being near her

Logan still glaring murderously at Keegan: right, I'll drag him to the giant camp nearby, then

Keegan: I do have ears and eyes boy, I don't take threats kindly

Logan: and I don't take to imperial cunts following me around after hunting me down across Skyrim!

Ivanos: language! Girls I'm so sorry, why don't you take your sweet rolls outside and play?

Lucia and Sofia: yes pa!

Logan now standing, hands on the table: you're a creep, a pervert. A bastard of a man and I. Will. Kill you!

Ivanos: don't forget the dogs and fox!

Keegan also standing: you're dramatic! A brat who needs to be disciplined! I have no intention of harm whatsoever, yet you repeatedly harass and threaten harm to my body and my life!

Ivanos: gentlemen please—

Logan leaning closer over the table: I should rip you apart and send you back to the Thalmor. Perhaps they'll accept your head instead of mine.

Keegan also leaning closer, not realizing how close their lips are: I would kick your ass! Who raised you to be a disrespectful little shit!

Logan: You. Fucking. Whore! I'll have you know my uncle is the bravest man—

Ivanos shouting, knocking Keegan and Logan over with his thu'um: SILENCE!

Keegan:

Logan:

Ivanos: now, why don't you two shut the fuck up and finish your meal, or head upstairs and relieve some of that tension you two have while my daughters and I take a carriage ride into town

Logan: tension?

Keegan: murderous intent does count as tension, I suppose

Ivanos: no, you dimwitted, self absorbed asses! Go upstairs and fuck each other until your anger leaves! My Steward, bard, daughters, pets and I will head into town to cleanse ourselves of your bullshit, while you two relieve yourselves upstairs. I hear orgasms are great at relieving stress. *Leaves with a huff*

Both looking where Ivanos was in shock before looking at each other

Logan: I'm not having sex with you, I'd do horrible thing to you, but I will not have your prick anywhere near me!

Keegan: what makes you think I wish for you to be anywhere near me? You repulse me

Logan: I...abshsh I repulse you? You listen here you limp dick—

*yelling being heard for quite a while down the road*

Ivanos: oh divines, what have I done?

#poor ivanos you shouldn't have left them home alone #they'll tear each other and your house apart #i love how i post such stupid shit with so little context #incorrect call of duty ghosts quotes #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #keegan p russ #walruss #oc ivanos lonstranka #enemies to lovers eh? #no logan put down the soup spoon #logan #logan! #LOGAN NO! #skyrim au