#cut his leg off just for his bby

[djarinslover]

AIZAWA DESERVES THE WORLD

#I’m SICK #this show is gonna be the death of me #cut his leg off just for his bby #he’s so determined to watch his kids grow ☹️ #shoto aizawa #mha spoilers #mha season 6

[theanimeroom]

DREAMING ABOUT…

SFW

💎 bf!baji who wakes you up with a rough “g’mornin princess” right before placing the softest kiss on your forehead

💎 bf!baji who initially tried to kiss you on the lips and only rolled his eyes when you complained about “morning breath”, whatever that is

💎 bf!baji who takes twice as long as you in the shower, yet is still somehow ready before you are.

💎 bf!baji who to your surprise, actually knows his way around a kitchen. the first time he ever made you breakfast your eyes followed him in amazement as he made the best omelette you’ve ever tasted

💎 bf!baji who definitely got into a fight trying to protect you. he couldn’t stand watching you shift in place uncomfortably because the dude in front of you couldn’t take a fucking hint, so he did what he had to do

💎 bf!baji who also apologized to you when you were finally alone, because he would never want to scare you :(

💎 bf!baji who despite his serious and gruff demeanor, is actually quite clumsy and just a little bit dumb 👌🏽

💎 bf!baji who will also ask you “hey babe, have you seen my glasses?” while staring at you through the prescribed lenses 👓

💎 bf!baji who nearly suffocates you at the front door while leaving for work because although he does love his animals at the store, he’d much rather stay home and hover behind you all day 🫶🏽

💎 bf!baji who sends you cute texts at work when there’s no customers because he’s bored :(

come visit me i miss you >:(

bby i’m in class

…and?

💎 bf!baji who adores you in his clothes. when you first started dating, he found it a bit annoying that his favorite shirts and hoodies would go missing, but when he finally saw you wearing one of his old band t-shirts while cleaning? he was putty in your hands

💎 bf!baji who comes home to find you in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts on the couch, and immediately crushed you with his body while smothering you with kisses

💎 bf!baji who pouts when you get out of bed at anytime because he’s tired but can’t seem to go to sleep unless his nose is buried in your hair and his arms have you trapped against him 🥺

💎 bf!baji who will do absolutely anything for you. it doesn’t matter the request, just tell him what to do and he’s got it. order out for dinner tonight? sure thing. you want to watch movies and lay on his chest? he’s at your beck and call. want him to jump off a cliff? just let him know how high bby 😌

NSFW BELOW THE CUT…

NSFW

💎 bf!baji who thinks you’re the prettiest when his cock is shoved down your throat, eyes wide and glassy as you struggle to take all of him. you gag reflexively when your nose bumps his pubic bone, and the sight only makes his jaw clench and dick throb

💎 bf!baji who actually laughs when you beg for him to slow down his thrusts, your words only inspiring him to move faster because why would he stop when you make such pretty noises?

💎 bf!baji who groans low and deep in your ear, sending shivers straight down your spine and between your legs. he’ll never tell you that he does it on purpose, just to feel the way your thighs tighten around him and pull him in closer

💎 bf!baji who definitely didn’t get a mirror installed above his bed so he could get a good view of you from all angles :)

💎 bf!baji who eats you out like a mad man. if your hands weren’t tied to the headboard then they were laced in his hair, yanking on bundle after bundle as you tried to simultaneously push him away and bring him closer

💎 bf!baji who openly admits to loving getting his hair pulled, and sends a shockwave of vibrations against your clit every time you tug a little harder than necessary

💎 bf!baji who partakes in the nastiest make out sessions. wherever you are, if he manages to get his lips on yours, expect his tongue to be exploring your mouth while you attempt to keep his straying hands at bay

💎 bf!baji who will spit in your mouth before pressing his tongue against yours again. you haven’t gotten the chance to breath in a while and once you finally manage to pull away, there’s a trail of saliva connecting your lips. like i said, n a s t y.

💎 bf!baji who is very much banned from PDA because you’re tired of scarring the old ladies that are shopping in the clothing aisle at walmart

💎 bf!baji who can say the most vile shit in bed. you knew the man wasn’t one for niceties, but you couldn’t stop your cunt from clenching around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the filth he spewed your way

“aww, what’s wrong baby? i thought you said you could take it?” “uh uh, don’t run from me. you asked for this, now take my cock like a good little cocksleeve.” “oh? did you like that baby? your cunt just squeezed around me so tight- fuck.”

💎 bf!baji who isn’t super vocal in bed, unless he’s close to coming. the most you could usually get out of him was a slightly strained grunt, which he did on purpose, but when you caught him on the right day, he would slur profanities into your ear, much to your happiness

“please baby, fuck.” “keep fucking me like that,” “you feel so fucking good wrapped around me…” “shit, just like that princess” “you’re gonna make me come.”

💎 bf!baji who wasn’t too keen on using toys in the bedroom, until he watched your legs shake for the umpteenth time as he held your vibrator against your overly sensitive clit. he wasn’t sure what exactly enthralled him the way it did, but he was willing to continue experimenting until he figured it out

💎 bf!baji who definitely fucked you in the back of his store while chifuyuu helped out a customer. the boy knew exactly what was happening the moment you two snuck into the storage area, his face turning beet red as he rung up a 10lb bag of dog food

💎bf!baji who is a bit of an exhibitionist, but let someone try and take a peek at you without his permission and watch how fast you lose the ability to use your eyes

💎 bf!baji who will choke you until you’re blue during one round, then hold your hand while moaning about how good you feel the next. there’s never a dull moment with this one

💎 bf!baji who makes you worried that the next time you look in the mirror after having sex, there will be a bald spot waiting to surprise you with how rough he pulls on the locks when giving you back shots

💎bf!baji who’s favorite position is doggy. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

💎 bf!baji who doesn’t stop until you’re sweaty, weak and begging for a few minutes to rest. luckily enough for you, those few minutes were all baji needed to slip into a deep slumber until the next morning when he’ll just wake up and start again :)

#this is absolute shit but enjoy my hot takes ig? #baji is literally such boyfriend material #id give that man my soul if i could #pulling a doja 😭 #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #baji keisuke smut #tokyo rev x you #anime smut #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x y/n

[mumifyy]

You CANNOT deny the fact that Ghost + Soap in the bedroom would not fight over you 🤭

NSFW UNDER THE CUT‼️

Both Ghost and Soap would be so soft at first, ESPECIALLY IF YOUR A VIRGIN!!

Ghost would carry you bridal style to the bedroom, Soap being the one to open the door closing it and locking it as Ghost laid you on the bed

If you ate a virgin, Ghost would leave kisses and small little nips on your neck down to your chest

Before Soap would steal your mouth eagerly earning an annoyed low growl from Ghost 😋

Soap would be so needy :(( kissing and lapping at you like an animal while ghost is just like “Calm down.” With a stoic annoyed face before you let out a lil whimper :(((

You’d be so soaked and neglected while they bicker over you before they focus back on you

Ghost would take his time, gently taking off your undergarments and pawing at you thighs and ass ❤️❤️

While Soap just takes his hands under your oversized shirt (It’s actually Soaps) and rubs at your chest and nipping at your nape

While Ghost is having you as his first and last four course meal, you softly wailing, Soap would gently twist and kiss at your nipples and chest, leaving cute lil bite marks 🥹

If anything they’d probably ask you to tattoo their names or entails on your v-line to show that your theirs, NOBODY ELSES. (Ghost and Soap say in sync) 😣

By the time y’all are done your lower half (Your legs too) are COVERED in cum and bites (Your chest too lmao) they just had to show their bby a good time :(((

Aftercare is a BLESSING

Your ain’t allowed to walk.

Not that you even can when you were just stuffed from behind, mouth, and cunt(Or no cunt lol) like a thanksgiving turkey just 20 seconds ago. 🍽️

They’d clean you, (literally trying not to get hard again 😗)

They’d cook for you, massage you, and snuggle you to death afterwards, even more clingy then before 💀

You were so damn ADDICTING to them during intimacy :(((

They just had to make you cum atleast twice (it was more then twice luvs.)

#ghost x reader #ghost x reader x soap #threes0me #smut #cod smut #18+ only #18+ content #simon riley x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare

[kvtie444]

✧.*SHOTGUN Pt. 2

A/N: pls read part 1 lmao. Just got my nails done so typing this was so difficulttttttt. Also lmk any requests <3

Summary: pt 2. of shotgun, after leaving the party, you and Chris find yourselves getting closer 😌 feat my bby Bryson xoxo

Warnings: drug/ alcohol intake, HEAVY make out and kissing, nsfw???

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 “wanna get out of here?” he asks, looking down at me. His eyes red but somehow still so blue. “I live basically around the corner and everyone’s out, come on princess” he continues with a smile, the nickname making butterflies erupt in my stomach. How could anyone say no to that?

“fuck it, lets go” I giggle, his eyes lighten up and he leans in to kiss my forehead. He’s quick to lace my fingers with his and drag me back inside and through the house, which only seems to be more crowded now. He reassuringly gives my hand a squeeze as he pulls me through. He spots a bottle of Smirnoff vodka, and swiftly snatches it off the table, looking back and shooting me a wink as I playfully roll my eyes back. Neither of us even got to let Nate know where we were, but my thoughts are cut of as I feel a cool breeze – we’d stepped out the house. 

His hand leaves mine as he opens the bottle of vodka, and we walk down the empty road, the moonlight illuminating the street beautifully. As he walks he takes a swig of vodka, showing no reaction. “psycho” I laugh at him. He hands me the bottle and I take a small sip, the drink instantly burning my throat as I begin to cough, making Chris laugh. I bravely take another gulp, handling it better.

“Atta’ girl” Chris praises, making me blush and look down, fiddling with the oversized sleeves of his hoodie still on me. Turns out Chris doesn’t live right around the corner like he said – actually it was about a 17 minute walk, but it felt like 5 being with him, plus, being cross faded helped. The walk was filled with silly arguments about aliens and cartoons, where at one point, he went on a tangent about how relatable Gary the snail is.

We eventually reach his house and he reaches for his keys to unlock the door. He holds the door open for me then shuts it behind him. We make our way up to his room and he sits on his chair by desk, pulling out a rolling tray from his drawer, leaving me awkwardly standing across from him. He looks up at me as his eyebrows furrow for a split second, as if he was shocked. He spreads his legs on his chair slightly, leaning back as he pats his lap. I sheepishly blush and sit on his lap, my back against his chest. He turns us both in his chair back towards the desk as he places his weed in the grinder, resting his chin on my shoulder. “grind this for me princess” he asks, me, I quickly follow his orders “good girl” he continues. About 2 minutes later the joint is being lit. Chris reaches for his phone and connects to his speaker, the first song on shuffle being “Exchange” by Bryson Tiller. 

We pass the joint back and forth and shotgun again, until his hands trail under my thighs. He turns my legs around and rearranges my body so that I’m now straddling him. We just sat there for a bit looking at every detail of each others faces until he speaks up – “you’re so beautiful y/n”. “you’re just fried Chris” I brush off, breathing out a laugh” “no I’m serious, you’re so fucking perfect bro” he quickly retaliates. 

I softly smile at him before I find myself once again chasing his lips. The kiss is filled with passion and lust as it quickly turns into a heavy make out. He roughly pulls off my (well, his) hoodie along with my top off my body as he picks me up, in the same straddling position and carries me over to the bed. He softly tosses me onto his cotton sheets as he crawls over me once he removed his own top. He trails kisses down my sternum, in-between mumbling sweet nothings such as “so perfect” and “my pretty girl”.

However, the moment was short lived when the sound and vibrations of a facetime call rings throughout Chris’s phone. He loudly groans as he reaches over reading the name. He sits up, as I copy his actions across from him. “Its Nate” he grumbles lowly. He picks up the phone and immediately, the sound of loud trap music and people can be heard. “yoooo bro there’s some girl here who’s just your type, showed her a pic of you and she wants to hook up” Nate drunkenly slurs, causing you to bite your cheek and look down. Chris sees this and puts his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. “nah bro I’m good” he replies, “actually I’ve found this girl I really like” he continues, shooting me a smirk. The rest of the conversation was a blur as your mind was repeating Chris’s words over and over again.

The call eventually ends and the music form Chris’s playlist is audible again, now playing “Sorrows” by Bryson. Chris leans back over you, but before he can kiss you, you pull away with a grin on your face. “you really like me yeah?” you tease him, his cheeks turning the softest bit pink. “of course ma, but don’t get too cocky” he smirks, before leaning in and giving you a short sweet peck.

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#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #imagine #smut #fluff #angst

[stromy-weather]

hii i just saw your dazai smut and it means so much to me 🥺

is it possible to do a dazai x afab reader comfort + smut who has small chest is often feels insecure of the way she looks, thinking shes not as pretty as the other girls and had a breakdown in front of him about how she is not good enough and doesnt understand why someone as handsome and desirable as dazai would ever love her?

tysm bby <3

Ahhhhh! Thank you >< I'm glad to hear!!! Thanks for the request! ♡

Warnings/content.

Female user, no y/n mentioned. user is a bit inoccent in a sense. Dazai nickname for women ((Bella, belladonna)), body shaming on user part. User not mentioned as skiny, or plump. (You all pretty never underestimated yourself ♡) breakdown/ poor mental health. Mention slightly of dazai past. Dazai being probably occ. Insecurities. Written by someone who's a virgin and no experience in sex is not actually to the real thing. NSFW under the cut.

Sort ngl.

You were pretty in dazai's eye. Very pretty. For a man sin and dirt on his hand, he found peace in someone, and that lovely person is you. He doesn't even care what type of body you have. Sure, he been around once and awhile paying with other girl's feelings. But yours oh his sweet little inoccent bella. He loves you so much and pretty much shows you it every single day. Many kisses in the morning, secretly making sure you were much better than him. Seriously, this man is broke, but he spends every cent on you to see you smile happy. It felt much, much better than anything else he ever indulged in. Now dazai isn't stupid. He is a very smart man. Many more sometimes than you expect. So when he felt something was off with his sweet bella, he opted for the best option, finding it out himself. Since you probably wouldn't tell him straight up or lie. He could see it, so he opted to get the answers he wanted himself.

"Bella~, I'm heading out to buy us something to eat, alright? I be back in a bit, " he lied but for a good reason "accidently" leaving his wallet on the counter as he made his way out of the bedroom. You were showing, but you till heard what he said. Once you came out, the shower, drying off your skin. You got on your bra and panties before letting a small sigh out. Looking down at your chest. Dazai always said your body was built so wonderful for him. The perfect nature of a woman in his eyes. The doubts started to flood your head. Wonderfully. Just wonderfully. "I wonder what he sees in a woman like me... he is so handsome and wonderful. I'm just a skiny bones.... I don't even have a chest... maybe a more woman with a chest...or ass..mabye, even a skinner waist...." Words leak out your mouth almost like how water did. Oh, but that lovely boyfriend heard it all. His stomach dropped. How could his wonderful Bella think of that! It broke his heart to hear you sniffls but also he loved hearing them when if was onlt for him...oh his sweet bella dod things to his heart.... "He probably doesn't deserve me-" With that, the door was pushed open as dazai pulled you into his arms. He was taller, lanky frame curled over yours as he pulled you back into his chest. "Bella. Never ever think of that again, you hear me. I love you. Do you know what you do to me? You make me... feel whole... don't you ever say if you deserve me. I'm the one who is lucky here." he mumbled into your ears as you cried. God, he hated how much it made him twitch in his pants. As he just wished to bend you over and take you then. But he knew he had to care softly for his precious Bella first.

"Just let me show you how much I love this body of yours~" he didn't even let you get a next word as he sat down on the bed pulling you to his back again making you face a mirror in the shared bedroom. The small, fully body mirror, as he loop his legs to yours to pull them apart. He whispered nothing but sweet words in his ears as his lanky hands ran down your neck to your chest. "You know I like any women, bella~, and well, I don't care if you don't have a chest or a models body. You know how adorable you are when your girls get perked~ like~ ah! There it's~ It looks like someone existed to see me!" His big palms didn't waste time getting the bra off as he tossed it away as he squished your small chest. His figures worked on pinching and twisting your nipples. Chuckling at your face as he watched threw the mirror. As small mewls came from your lips, one hand moved to travel to your neck and hold your head to look at yourself in the mirror when you tired to look away as the other slid down your body over your stomach. "Your belly is so good too~ I just move to rest my head on it, so squishy and nice~ so much hickey i can leave on it~ my sweet bella..." he purred as he titled his head to suck and lick your neck. His hand squished your stomach as his palm almost cover your whole stomach, completely tracing heart shapes to it. His eyes looked at your face as he smirked. "Good girl~ and then his litte pretty cunt. I can't get enough of it." That when it came painfully noticeable. He was rock hard in his pants. He knew what he was doing as he shifted his hips a bit. "Feel it bella? Feel what your body does to me? I can't control it when it comes to you~" he chuckled as his hand traced your pantie line.

"Suck a shame. I got to mess up my pretty girl pussy up~"

I hope this was good >< slightly rushed and I might add more or change more later....

Proof read- nu uh.

#bsd #strom story's #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bungo stay dogs #bsd smut #dazai x y/n #dazai smut #dazai x reader smut #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai

[sturniolo-rat]

A Very Matt Morning 2

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

Part 1

A/N: listen, part one has exactly 15 notes rn and that’s more than I expected so I will treat you to part 2. This is the sexy part get ready, bby. Also don’t @ me because you don’t think all this can go down in 36 minutes. This piece is auto biographical if you’re a pro lots can happen in 36 minutes. This 100% isn’t proofread.

Contains: big time smut, silly goofy!matt, oral, fingering, p in v sex, lots of dialogue

TW: mentions of working an office job🤢

In which Matt wakes up y/n the right way to prep her for her big day of working at her big girl job.

Five minutes later the order confirmed and set to arrive in 36 minutes. “Just enough time to wake you up the right way” Matt whispers in y/n’s ear.

Y/n releases a frustrated groan “But I should really dressed and I have to respond to this email real quick”. She knows that even waiting for the coffee she’s cutting it close to being late.

“Hush, baby” he touches his finger to her lips. She’s being entirely too reasonable right now but Matt knows what she needs. She has the whole rest of her work day to be responsible and boring. He runs his hand up her thigh and under the extra large t-shirt she uses as pajamas. It’s not his though because he’s actually quite small with a slutty little waist. She stole from an ex boyfriend of hers. Matt doesn’t mind though because one day he’s going to marry her and everyone else will fall away. “I’m just going down here. Don’t worry about what I’m doin. Just take out your phone and answer that little email, okay?”

“Okay” she exhales softly and takes her phone from the bedside table. Rachel from accounting should really learn how to do her fucking job. She’s distracted as he shoves his hand between her legs, covering her heated center with his palm, squeezing gently. He always does this before sex It’s almost like gentle greeting or a quiet hello. Arching her back, she plasters myself into his hand, searching for more contact. "Mmm. I like that."

He strokes her slit through her panties, drawing an oval around it with his finger without actually touching it. Maybe it was because his touch was unhurried, fleeting, and designed to drive her wild, but her panties dampened. Y/n was going through the sweetest of tortures.

“No no, Sweetie. Just write your little email.”

She hits him in the head “How can you expect me to write a clear concise professional email under these conditions.”

He lets out a chuckle “Hey don’t sway me on the head. I’m trying to give you head down here.” He trails kisses up her inner thigh all the way up until he’s nearly where he needs to be. “I can’t give you head if my head hurts. Did you know that?” He does the same to her other thigh “You’re the reason I have to carry around ibuprofen for when I’m ready to be a munch.”

She laughs and her legs shut closed. They weren’t fully open to begin with. She’s still holding onto the idea that she’ll get up and get ready when she finishes her email. “Oh shut up. You love me.”

“Come on, spread your legs.” He coos in a sing song voice. “What… is she shy this morning.” He peppers y/n’s stomach with kisses. “Did you wake up with stage fright… is your pussy anxious?” He teases and she hits him again. “Hey hey cut that out”

He leans in close to her pussy and whispers “Hey, Darlin, I know right she’s sitting there trying to close you off from me. You and I have such a special bond and…”

Y/n raises her voice “Are you talking to my coochie!?”

He looks up at her “Yes, yes I am talking to your coochie. What do you want… this is an A B conversation… C your way out of it and finish your email.” She does as she’s told but he lowers his head and picks up where he left off. “She’s so fucking rude. Like I’m trying to have a conversation… women am I right.” At this point y/n has let her guard down completely and opens her legs for him to have his silly little conversation.

Finally after all his hard work Matt is able to kiss her pussy. He starts off light and gradually gets rougher until his tongue is swirling around her clit. She likes to watch his mouth move. His jawline looks so sharp against the softness of her thighs. He reaches a hand up to massage her breast while the other snakes around her thigh to rest on her tummy. He loves the taste of her and the tenderness of her skin. Y/n’s hands find their way to his head and her fingers tangle into his hair. She’s grinding her pussy onto his lips. To him if feels more like she’s grinding his face into her pussy but that’s neither here nor there.

She’s moaning uncharacteristically loud and he knows it’s time to start licking and teasing her entrance. Y/n knows he’s about to finger her and as if on cue she opens her mouth right as he moves his hand from her breast and puts his middle and index finger in her mouth. He lists his head to say “You’re gonna get these fingers nice and wet for me, Okay.” She nods her head still sucking on his fingers. He lets her suck longer than usual thinking about how her lips would feel around his hard cock. When Matt can focus again he pulls his fingers back and slowly pushes his middle finger into her hole. He groans out of sheer horniness “Oh, come on, you’re sooo tight right now… is she still shy. Fine, hold on, I’ll to talk to her again.” He works his finger in and out of never pushing it in past the knuckle. “ Hey, Lovie, I know it’s really early and obviously you’re having a bit of performance anxiety but you and I know each other. We get along, right? Don’t close me out. Don’t be shy with me.” His finger pushes in just a little bit farther with every thrust until she can take his whole finger. “There we go, baby.” He looks up to y/n “You see, Honey, her and I have reached an understanding.”

Fingering her like this without touching her clit is torturous. She can’t orgasm without clitoral stimulation but it feels good it’s basically like perpetual edging. And he’s making it worse by moaning along with her as if he’s getting off on her pleasure. “Oh yes, oh you are so fucking tight. I am going to lose my mind the moment my tip goes in. Don’t get mad at me if I come right away, okay? I’ll just keep going. You know how much I like to fuck the cum into you.”

“Oh my god!” Y/n says in complete and utter shock as she wacks his head. “That’s too horny for this early in the morning!” She hits him again “Also suck my clit you dickhead!”

“Ouch! Im sorry. Im just havin a little fun! And I’ll get to your clit in a minute” Matt says then goes to do what he was told. He sucks entirely too softly but very passionately. “ Can you take two fingers for me, baby?” She shakes her head. She’s never been one to talk during sex but fuck. Matt does it so well. Matt’s second finger slips in so easily “Oh good girl. That’s more like it one of that being shy bullshit.” His fingers moved faster within her and she moaned as they curled at just the right angle to make her writhe on the bed, panting and moaning. Then he finally does it. He absolutely devours y/n’s clit with his sucking, licking, and moaning. She could feel herself approaching the edge and so could he. “You’re already there, Baby. Come on, cum for me.”

She shoves his face back into her pussy “Shut up and keep sucking!” All this talk is so hot but it sure as shit does feel better than cuming. Her thighs quaked, bracketing his ears. Her fingers in his hair, tugging viciously. Matt went harder, rougher, latching on to one of her tits through her top and pinching her nipple. Her eyes popped open and looked at him behind a curtain of innocent lust. The climax seized every muscle in her body head to toe. An odd sensation-of floating in warm water-conquered her. She rocked back and forth against his face, unraveling inch by delicious inch.

“Do you feel awake now, Darlin?” He says with a grin.

Y/n sighs with a laugh “Yes, Matty baby, I am very much awake.”

“Can you keep going? Or is that too much for you?”

“Oh course I can. After my super awesome morning orgasm I can do almost anything.” She jokes but she also genuinely feels that way. Maybe her day won’t be so bad.

Matt moves so that he’s above her using his hands to hold himself up. She squeaks, hips bucking slightly, and feels his hardness press up against her inner thigh. He reaches his hand down to rub his cock against her sensitive folds, and she releases a gasp at the sensation.

“I knew from how fucking wet you felt.” He groans as he pushes himself in farther. “You would milk my fucking dick but Jesus Christ” She gasps slightly, her cheeks reddening at the feeling of arousal welling up within her at his words. He bottoms out with moan from deep in his chest. She feels so full and whole. Slowly he starts to fuck her. Each thrust eliciting a whiny bordering on pathetic moan from him. He really isn’t going to last long.

Her legs wrap around him and pull him close. “Fuck that’s not fair you can’t pull me into you like that.” It’s so tight and warm inside her cunt it feels like a second home. His thrusts get sloppier and more needy as he approaches his climax. “Look at me. Look me in my fucking eyes while I fill you up.” She looks at him with pleading eyes. She really wants to watch him cum and watch his face twist in pleasure and pain as he continues to fuck her with his overstimulated cock.

He comes with a powerful grunt but he keeps up his pace and doesn’t stop bucking into her until hurts more than it feels good. He collapses on top of y/n and she kisses him on the forehead. “Do YOU feel awake now, Darlin?”

“Could take on the world, my love.”

They sit there cuddling for a while until she gets an email from work. There’s more bullshit to respond to and a world or responsibilities to get back to. Matt however is asleep. It seems he did not in fact feel awake. Y/n leaves him to his sleep and prepares for work. When she finally opens the door to leave there are two Dunkin’ coffee cups sitting on the welcome mat outside.

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pls give me feedback. Like should I do the thing where they make the dialogue different colors? Or maybe should I write in a different pov? Any other suggestions?

#matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #smut #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #sturniolo fandom #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo

[sinsandsweetness]

BBY I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I WAS THE ONE WHO WROTE THE BURB LINKED IN YOUR 1K CELEBRATION. THE ONE AB SUBBY DARYL?? i wrote that😩

also

💿for daryl and reader with motorcycle sex!

bby anon❤️

I loved it so much it’s in my daydream masterlist<3 I shoulda guessed it was u.

18+ under the cut

“Fuck,” your head snaps back from the grip he has on your hair. Fingers interlaced with your tresses, tugging you back towards him, forcing your head to turn and catch his mouth in a messy kiss. It’s perfect. Right there on the side of the road. The middle of nowhere. No one around to see you or hear you or interrupt you. Just you, Daryl and his motorcycle.

He has you bent over the handlebars. The end of his cock kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips against the flesh of your ass. Grunts and groans falling from his mouth with each thrust. You’re both almost fully clothed, grabbing at the leather of each other's jackets in order to close the gap between you. Your jeans are bunched up at your knees and his belt buckle is hitting the backs of your thighs with every thrust.

“Can’t- mphm- can’t believe we haven’t done this before-” he says in between grunts, his lips tickling your ear as his hands make their way under your jacket, hands wrapping around your ribs as he forces you back onto his cock.

“Dare, I’m gonna cum.”

“Wait for me,”

“Can’t,” you whine. You can try. But you know you won’t last. Not with the pace he’s going and the previous two hours of teasing and edging from the vibration of the bike underneath you, heightening the whole experience.

“Please, baby. I'm close. Just, a little longer,” he pleads, kissing down your neck, trying to slow his pace for you, yet wanting to go faster for him. To catch up. You let out a moan in your struggle. Overwhelmed by the feeling of him always getting you there so effortlessly.

“Alright,” he grunts again, speeding up real good this time. Hard, fast thrusts, jolting you forward. Brushing your sweet spot like no one else ever could. “Let it out. Come for me sweetheart. Wanna hear you.”

“Oh god,” you let your moans come out. Knowing it’s exactly what he wants to hear. And while you think you’re being loud, you’re not even exaggerating. It’s just so liberating to finally be able to cry or scream if you want to. Unlike having to muffle your sounds into a pillow with the paper thin walls of the prison back home. “D- Daryl…” your voice trails off and you squeeze your eyes shut, core starting to shake against his grip as a wave of hot pleasure shoots through you. When his hips come to a halt and you’re both breathing heavy, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Catching his breath as he pulls out and situates himself. He slips his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling them up and over your hips. Dampening immediately at the puddle of cum that’s starting to drool out of you. Swinging your legs around to stand, you help him to tug your jeans on before hopping on the back. Buckling up your belt before you try to get comfy.

“You’re dripping down my thigh, Dare.” You inform him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He doesn’t answer but you know he heard you. Biting back a proud little smile. He grabs the handlebars, straightening the front tire out as he kicks up the kickstand. One hand leaving the bars to reach around and give you two little love taps on your thigh.

“C’mon, let's get you home,”

He doesn’t realize it, and it would take a few months before you even tell him, but his comment makes you smile into his jacket; because to you, being right here with him and his bike, you’re already there.

#t’s 1k celebration #bby anon <3 #daryl dixon fanfiction #Daryl Dixon smut #Daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl x y/n #Daryl daydreams #daryl imagines

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey babe!!xX was wondering if you could write a smut where the reader just straight up kicks ass during a whole mission, then when they get home and cleaned up tange can tell she’s exhausted. She insists she’s fine and attempts to finish up on work/research but he knows she just needs some love and rest. Praise & soft words/touches? Thank you so much!!

hii bby!! really sorry I didn’t do smut for this one😔 i intended on it, but it was so wholesome and sweet and felt it was a good ending point. but I do have lots of tan smut and could pretend that it’s a continuation. hope that’s okay. thanks for requesting💌

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TAKE A BREAK

tangerine x fem!reader

word count: 562

warnings: none just fluff

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

Work was rough, nothing else to it- simply tiresome and agonising work.

You and the twins had just returned home from a two-week-long stakeout in Ireland, and to say you were exhausted would be an understatement. For the whole way back, all you thought about was your bed- how you wanted nothing more than to snuggle under the fresh sheets, but as much as you craved that, there was still paperwork to finish. 

As soon as you and Tan made it through the front door, you made a beeline for the shower, immediately undressing and stepping in, literally washing away the grime from your time away.

Once washed and dried, you walk back into your room and pick out some comfy clothes for the night- deciding on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of fluffy socks. You shove your feet in your slippers and make your way downstairs, laptop and case files under your arm with an old mug clutched in your hand. 

You place your work stuff on the dining table and head to the kitchen, collecting a couple of drinks -water for hydration and tea for flavour- before strolling back to the table to begin even more work. 

You weren't sure if your brain could handle much more, and as much as you tried to keep going, you couldn't help but notice a sharp pain behind your eye. 

"You're gonna give yourself a headache," Tangerine softly speaks from the doorframe, pj bottoms hanging low as wet, clean curls framed his face. "I think you should call it a night. It's late."

"No— no, I'm fine. Haven't got much left anyway," you dismiss your boyfriend, a faux smile on your face. "Shouldn't take long."

"Nah, love. That's enough. You're knackered," he says sweetly, standing behind you as he rubs your tense shoulders. "We should go to bed." He offers, trailing a comforting hand up your neck, fingers grazing your scalp.

"It's okay, really. I just—"

"No," he cuts you off, kissing a soft speck behind your ear. "It can wait 'til morning, love," he saves your work and closes the screen. "Come on, darlin’." He smiles, extending a hand for you to take.

You reluctantly do as asked, placing your hand in his larger one, allowing him to lead you to the sofa. He settles down first, laying on his side, head propped up on his fist, before nodding for you to lay in front. Again, you do as instructed -far too tense to protest- and lay down next to him, your chest to his as you drape a leg over his thigh, snuggling closer.

"You can't keep overworking yourself, love. It ain't healthy," he softly scolds, craning his neck to find your adverting eyes. "Okay? You need love and rest," he adds, brows furrowing as if to emphasise his point. 

A gentle, genuine smile spreads as you nod, looking up at him in awe. His features mirror yours, sweetly looking down at you as he thumbs over the apples of your cheek. 

"Promise you'll cut back," he notices you hesitate and then narrows his eyes as if to intimidate you playfully. "Promise?" He adds and kisses the tip of your nose for encouragement.

"Promise," you reply, your tone somewhat dubious.

"That's good enough for now," he grins, flattening a soft blanket over you both. "Now roll over. I wanna watch Miranda."

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tan taglist: @tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @angel-of-new-orleans @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things @astermath @dynamitehacke @boldlyimportantface @charmedkim @fruitlovertangerine @psiiconic @bubblezuku @sporadiccherryblossom @landryslove @daenerys-supremacy @dontknownameauthor @honestly-who-even-is-this @simplyreflected

#request #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine fluff #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine fic #tangerine comfort #soft tangerine #tangerine fanfiction

[blithesharem]

You scare me sometimes but I enjoy reading your stories, soooooo how about the Weird Wizard s3x, thanks luv! 😘💕

Unironically "You scare me sometimes but-" is a delightful compliment to me <3 I'm sorry my upsetting horny beel posting scared you bby <33 Have some tentacles to make up for it.

@alpine-forget-me-nots

This was the first idea that came to me for a series I lovingly call "Solomon Uses his Sorcery for Evil".

Also after a few months after I had the idea for this posting, I definitely saw someone else post a delicious smut about accidentally summoning something with tentacles. If I come across it I'll try to link it again...I just wanted to mention it so no one thinks I accidentally or intentionally copied their concept <3

AFAB reader in a skirt. Tentacles etc. A little dubcon? But they're into it.

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“Well, well, well. What have we here?”

You freeze, one hand fisted around a writhing black tentacle, the other reaching for the textbook that had skittered just out of reach. With a huff, you squirm to look over your shoulder, cursing when the gripped tentacle uses your distraction to flick free of your grip and smack you wetly in the face.

“Very funny, Solomon. Give me a hand here,” you whine to your sorcerer, but he only leans against the doorframe of his office and smiles.

“No, I don’t think I will,” he replies easily, laughing lightly as you narrow your eyes into a glare.

He has caught you in quite the compromised situation.

You hadn’t meant to be snooping. Not exactly anyway. You were working on an assignment and needed a reference book Solomon had shared with you many times before. It just happened to be laying underneath a thicker, more archaic looking tome. This book was covered in Solomon’s signature scribble, though in a language you weren’t familiar with, and on pages black as ink. It had also been oddly damp, like it had been fished out of the sea just hours before and had barely begun to dry out. You hadn’t even really dug into it, just lifted it off your textbook and given an idle ruffle of the pages.

Only to be sprayed in the face by a gush of seawater. While you were sputtering, the tome had fallen and something had burst out of the pages. Something with too many tentacles and a perverted streak…

“Solo-mONnn.” You try to hiss his name but it ends in a squeal as a thick tentacle latches to your thigh and begins to nurse the soft flesh with its wide suckers. One of your arms is pinned to your side now, the other back to wrestling with a cheeky limb that seemed to be trying to nuzzle against your cheek.

“Solomon what?” he coos back, fluttering his lashes at you smugly.

“…bastard.” He laughs and shoves off the door frame, but any hopes you had of him helping you free yourself are dashed as instead he moves to an armchair, settling into it with a content sigh.

“Forgive me, my darling apprentice. I think I’d like to see how this plays out,” he teases, you can’t help the excited flip in your stomach when you see he’s already hard. Dammit. He Pavlov dogged you there.

“You-“ Again, your frustrations are cut off, this time with a gasp when you feel a push between your legs, an oddly giving press against your clit through your underwear. It makes you realize you’re already slick, something in the way Solomon’s eyes rake over you and the hungry squirm of the tentacles warming your core in eager preparation.

“I hate you,” you pout.

“Mmm,” Solomon replies with a sympathetic hum as he palms his cock lazily through his slacks, “Tell me how much, my love.”  

#obey me smut #obey me solomon #mwah #blithe smut

[macabrecake]

cake, bby, loml, an angel incarnate -

could I request a re6 Leon smut if him trying out choking for the first time during some angry/vent sex after the incidents in China?

Gabby, love, darling, my queen

I went all out on this that I ran over my normal 2k limit and it's JUST RE6 LEON BEING MAD AND HORNY 😭😭😭 I said it already but my subconscious KNEW I needed to do this frfr

NSFW UNDER THE CUT Minors step back or I swear to God we're fighting these hands are rated E for everyone

You knew.

As soon as Leon stepped through the door while dropping his bags, tossed his gloves away, and practically ripped his tactical vest off in three strong strides to reach you and clamp his hands down on your hips tight with a feverish lip lock to match- as if feeling threatened by just the thin air in the house alone could somehow take you away from him.

You knew whatever he just came back from in China was bad.

"Leon-" You tried to whisper to him, an attempt to ask if he needed anything else before this at least. But his arms coiling tighter around your waist to keep your smaller frame flush against his beaten body and the shaky exhale into your skin hushed you.

"Please…"

It's one word but it said more than enough. There's a quiver in his tone, a tossup between being on the verge of tears or his anger is very dangerously close to boiling over. It's hard to tell but it still left a very unsettling weight in the pit of your stomach.

You've never heard him sound like that before.

And yet, even as he hung by this thread that's at the end of its tension. About to snap at any moment. He still waited for your consent.

Which you didn't hesitate to give through soft kisses to his cheek and a nod, "Ok."

His shoulders relaxed slightly before you're suddenly swept off your feet with another ravishing kiss stolen by the agent and effortlessly carried away to the bedroom.

Where you now lay, a moaning, writhing, mess.

Trapped beneath Leon's much larger, stronger form with your legs tossed over his broad shoulders while he squishes you down further into the bed with another deep breathy growl past gritted teeth against your angry love marked neck, it mingles with the shallow gasps and soft squeals you emit. Lying there at his mercy just taking it all as he continues to brutally fuck his stress, his rage, and his sorrow away.

You're clearly beyond forming words at this point, your mind is long gone. Nothing but a euphoric puddle. A pretty mess much like what's between your legs and upon the sheets beneath you as every harsh slam of Leon's thick heavy cock jolts your body. Hitting that delicate spot inside you with such precision.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

Not like you want to either, you simply cling to his large hand that's wrapped around your throat and feel the way he perfectly stretches and fills your cunt. Leaving not a spec missed or spot untouched.

His tip practically kisses the edge of your cervix once, twice, then five more times before your pussy clenches tighter and another soft desperate moan escapes you. Leon lowly hisses at the sudden squeeze, already aware of what that means.

He's coaxing yet another orgasm out of you.

How many would this be now? Even he has no clue at this point, but Leon does know that his own release is starting to creep up as well. And the closer he gets to it, the more livid he becomes. His hips snap against your ass harder while his hand suddenly clasps a little tighter around your neck- a rather new gesture he wasn't so sure of earlier.

But now he can't get enough of it, especially when you clearly enjoy it too. The way your dainty hands grip his wrist, peeking at how your eyes roll in the back of your head, your cunt fluttering even more around him. He's definitely doing this more often.

"Leon! Oh G-od!~" Something about the way you can only whisper that, given the limited airflow you have, drives him mad in the best way possible. But it's not enough.

"Louder." He snarls, a deep rumble from the depths of his chest that sends the most delightful shiver down your spine as he makes you look up at him. Watching the flames of rage dance in his sterling blue eyes that would sooner burn you alive if you didn't know how to play with his fire.

"Scream my name…"

As soon as he loosens his grip on your throat, you do just that. "LEON!~" Is all you can cry out when the most intense orgasm sweeps over you, almost blinding you for a moment as you shake beneath him. A small grunt tumbles from his lips but the tight heat of your release splashing around him doesn't stop Leon yet however. He promptly fucks you through that orgasm as well.

Sending your ragged frame gasping before choking out high pitched whimpers and squeaks at the overstimulation. Those little noises, mixing with the loud sloppy gushy sounds from your pussy that he loves to hear. It's so lewd. So goddamn hot. Leon finds his own finish immediately.

Veins protrude the backs of his hands when fistfuls of the sheets above your head are wound up tight in his grip as the agent trembles above you. Groaning into your skin while his cum fills you up and past the brim, pulling the softest little whine from your lips, before he settles with a sigh.

You don't know how long you stay like that, but the gentle sweep of Leon's thumb wiping your tears away and lightly turning your head so you'll look at him, manages to get you to open your eyes and peer upward. Those same blue eyes stare back at you. Now extinguished of their angry flame, replaced with that gentle warmth you know and love. His tone reaches your ears, much softer now. "Still with me, sweetheart?"

The giggle that escapes you is quiet, tired, a little breathless, but still happy and content as you lightly nod. Leon huffs out a small breathy chuckle of his own. And a smile tugs at his lips, the first one he's given since he got back, before he leans down closer to gently press them to yours which you don't hesitate to return.

A silent promise if you will. For one that you're most definitely getting the best aftercare. But simply out of love. Happy with the knowledge that when the world drags him through Hell and back.

He knows he can always come home to an angel.

#do y'all see what this version of him has done to me??? #over a year and he's STILL dragging me like this #the audacity of this man #fucking love him 😭💕 #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #re6 leon #leon kennedy smut

[therealbatgirlishere]

trips in 3 is hereee Hbssh ssk

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Trips in (3)

Bby dad Miles morales x bby ma Female reader :p

Pookies I’m sorry for making you wait so long 😋 , also I’m not doing nsfw because miles is canonically a minor :3 , but it is implied bcs he is aged up. no reposting or posting my workings please ^^ 

Ps: I don’t do request..we’ll barely do requests just depends on how I feel.  , but that’s all baby bats stay safe love you MWA :)

Warning: implied nsfw, mature themes, minors dni, messy?, manipulation?, possessiveness, crazy mf. 

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After the shower You had this morning you  were sobering up, swallowing down a pain killer from the hangover you had. Having your hair up in a messy bun, eyes slightly red. Wearing an oversized T and black yoga shorts, chugging down a bottle of water as you scrolled through insta. That’s when there’s a knock on the door, you then looked over at the front door, wondering who’s here. Maybe it’s Lita here to drop off the dress she borrowed for last night. You then got up and made your way through the front door, twisting the door knob and pulling it open. 

“Helloo-..

Your eyes then looked up at the male who was almost taller than the door, here we go again. 

“Hey.”

—-Timeskip to after math :)——

You woke up, siting up and rubbing your temple, everything feels hazy. You look around the room and see that this isn’t your room, to the curtains to the carpet. None of this is yours, “what the fuck?” Maybe it’s because you’re just waking up, you then hop off of the bed, making a thud. You then rush to the window to jump out before passing a mirror and seeing your reflection for a split second, you then pause and slowly back up to where the mirror was and examined yourself. Where the fuck did the clothes I was wearing go? You were wearing a shirt a bit baggy on you, shorts no longer on your legs. You had marks all over your frame, from neck to ankles. That’s when you hear the door creek, you looked over to see miles. Fucking miles. “Morning, I made breakfast this time.” He said, a small comforting smile plastered on his face, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your forehead. You immediately pulled away, eyebrows knitted together as you pushed his chest. “Baby, cut that shit out, I’m playing with you. Come downstairs.” He said, a sneer tugging at his lips after he sucked his teeth in annoyance. He then reached out to you put you backed away more, shaking your head before crossing your arms. “Nah don’t touch me.” You said, brushing past him and walking to the door, clearly not feeling like putting up with this. “Acting like this but you were so so eager to be good for me last night hm?” He said, in a mocking tone before grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to him. Making you face him, heat rushed to your face and you turned your head away. “I-“ “you what? Made a mistake? Didn’t want it? Cut that shit out we’ve been on n off for weeks. You want this, you want me.” He interrupted, giving you an annoyed look as he gripped onto you tighter. “…” you looked at him, it was the truth. But you didn’t wanna admit it, everytime you try to fix shit something bad always happens. You hate him. You look away, shaking your head. “Let go Miles, I can’t let you do this shit to me again.” You demanded, trying to pull away but his grip grew tighter, of course not bruising. He doesn’t want to actually hurt you. He then pulled you by the waist and kissed your cheek. “Why you lying to yourself baby? You know I’ll take care of you n Zion. Make you happy huh? I’ll be better I promise. So stop trying to leave me.” He whispered to you sweetly, kissing your neck, you look away, shaking slightly and tearing up. Here we go again. He rubbed your waist while whispering sweet things in your ear, kissing and nibbling at your neck. “Come n eat downstairs, it’s your favourite.”he said, kissing your tears away before rubbing your cheek and holding your hand as he leaded you down the stairs. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you do need him. He does treat you so well and looks after Zion. 

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“Mama!” Zion giggled, running to you. You and Miles came to pick up your kid from kindy it’s been a few weeks and you and Miles are back together. Things look good, things feel good. Miles wasn’t lying this time. you picked him up and held him in your arms, kissing his cheek before speaking. “Hi baby, let’s go get something to eat alright?” You said, smiling before looking up at miles, he smiles at you slightly kissing you and Zions forehead before Miles held your waist and you three made your way to the car.

END.

Or..?

so y’all I’m done with this series 😝 (Mayb.)

#across the spiderverse #toxic love #toxic relationship #miles morales x y/n #miles morales prowler #miles morales earth 42 #reading

[psychedelic-ink]

darling sweet sil my angel my brainwave twin 🤍 congrats on 4.5k you amazing human! you deserve it all and so much more!!!

I have a mood board request too cuz yours are my favourite but Imma start with a drabble request:

since we’re on the topic of joel miller - perhaps a little something about undressing? maybe he and reader have a bit of an undefined relationship but when he comes home bloody after a supply run a conversation is had while reader helps him out of his dirty clothes 👀

love you sweets!!!!

bby first of all I love you so freaking much and second of all I'm sorry, I wanted to make this horny but it ended up being soft and emotional--whoops (blame joel he just has the vibe)

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, romance

word count: 1.1k

summary Joel comes back home wounded, and as you clean him up the two of you have a little chat.

warnings: blood mention, joel getting injured off screen, brief mention of them sleeping together, unnamed relationship, stripping joel

𝑺𝑰𝑳'𝑺 4.5𝑲 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 (closed)

Joel Miller is not a happy man. 

You figured that one out five minutes into meeting him and that was three months ago. 

Now that you know him better, your relationship with one another is done on top of a road covered with delicate eggshells. You don’t know what the two of you are supposed to be. You’re close— close enough to sleep with but not close enough to hug him at night when you’re roused awake by nightmares. You know he wouldn’t say a word if you did, but you never wished to put any kind of burden on him. It didn’t seem fair. 

You remember his smile through a fogged, hazy memory. Five times. Five times you had seen those chapped lips curl upward, it wasn’t much but it was something to keep you rooted to his side. 

Sometimes you humor yourself by thinking that some of his remaining happiness is due to you, which is a silly thought a love-struck teenage girl would have but you just can’t help yourself. 

The night grows near and there’s still no sign of Joel. You eye the clock nervously, it’s ticking in a sinister whisper trying to convince you to smash the darn thing to the ground. It was supposed to be a simple supply run, at least that was what he said to you, a job so easy that you didn’t need to trouble yourself with. 

Fucking liar. 

Your ears perk up when you hear the creak of the old door, for the first time you’re happy you always forget to grease it. Rising to your feet, a string of words reach all the way to the tip of your tongue, most of them asking why he didn’t bring you along, but you swallow all of your protests down when you see the state he’s in. 

The front of his shirt is drenched with blood, warm and clinging to his skin, there’s a small shallow cut right underneath his right eye, a slight limp to his step. 

Without uttering a word you throw his arm over your shoulder and guide him to the couch, where he collapses instantly. 

“What the hell happened?” you whisper, he only shakes his head, thumb moving up and down the curve of his nose. 

You make a b-line to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Heat rises to your cheeks, fingers tips tingling with fear. When you return you find him with his head thrown back, sweat clings to his neck, apple’s adam moving with every strained breath. You take a seat on the coffee table right across from him, your knees brush. 

“I need you to take off your shirt,” you say softly. “I need to clean the wound. Are you bitten?” 

He lets out a bitter laugh, hand dropping to his side. “I wouldn’t be here if I was. I was ambushed but got away,” 

“You should’ve taken me with you,” 

He spreads his legs to get comfortable, eyes finding yours amidst the tension crackling between you two. The white of his eyes is a jarring, sickly yellow, red in the corners. 

“The job was simple.” 

“Clearly it wasn’t.” before he can utter another word, you slap his knee with the back of his hand. “Come one, shirt off.” 

He grunts but obliges, he winces when he lifts his arm, a choked-out sound tumbling from his lips. You don’t ask as you reach out to help him out of it. Your fingers gently hook against the hem of the shirt, slowly pulling it up his torso. Your knuckles brush against his blood-slickened skin, the shiver of his body doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

As you stand up and completely strip him of his tattered shirt, you throw it to the floor, he’s looking up at you now, giving you a look you can’t quite place but also can’t ignore the way it makes your heart race. Meanwhile, you admire the way his chest heaves, it distracts you from what you’re doing. His skin is peppered with light-colored scars, some seem like bullet wounds. 

You have trouble holding yourself back, wanting to touch him now more than ever. 

“I can clean myself up you know,” he states, eyes dropping. He sighs before you can say anything. “But thanks,” 

“You’re welcome.” 

You start to clean the large gash across his chest, it’s a nasty wound that’ll scar but you doubt he minds. He jerks as you brush the cotton drenched with saline solution and you decide to drag his focus elsewhere. 

“You really shouldn’t be ignoring me,” you say, which is a fact that’s not really helpful to anyone but you know your plan to distract him works because his gaze snaps to your face. “We’re supposed to be a team.” 

“We are but it’s not always that simple—” his words are interrupted by a hiss caused by himself. He swallows and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Look, I usually keep you in the dark sometimes but I swear this one I really did think it would be an easy job. I wanted you to rest.” 

“You wanted me to rest? That’s… surprisingly thoughtful,” 

You pull away the cotton, now crimson red, and throw it above his shirt. You cut up some gauze, eyeing the wound as you do so. 

“I have my days. If I were you I wouldn’t get used to it though,” he says with a crooked smile, but it fades with the rest of his words. “Besides you’re—I don’t know—You’re all I have left.” 

You feel your eyes widening, your brain having trouble computing his words. Gauze slipping between your fingers you just stare at him, mouth opening and closing, only silence following the movement of your lips. He turns you his cheek, brows furrowing. 

“I shouldn’t have said that,” 

“No–No!” you startle him with the sheer volume of your voice. Leaning forward, you grip his chin and force his gaze upon you. Your thumb strokes the small patches of skin that’s scattered throughout his beard. “I’m glad you said that. I’m…I didn’t want to put pressure on you but I’ve been feeling the same for a while now.” 

“I heard you crying once,” he suddenly says, the drawl in his voice thick. “All I wanted to do was reach out and touch you.” 

“Next time you should.” 

It’s a bitter thought, thinking that there will be a definite next time that you’ll cry. But you know he’ll be there, which feels like sunlight filtering through gray clouds. He smooths his palm over the slop of your knee, fingers squeezing your thigh. 

“I will.”  

The gauze and freshly cleaned wound is forgotten as your lips meet uncharacteristically soft as if it’s the first time you’re tasting one another. 

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x y/n #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[wroteclassicaly]

Cuddling with Eddie in the back of his van with the doors open so you can look at the stars, with a blanket on because Eddie does not want you to get too cold.

Thanks so much, bby!

~*~

Eddie is always tap dancing his way into the precipice of being unpredictable. Yet it’s a welcomed comfort in the world that you share with him. First as a childhood best-friends, now two grown adults in a committed relationship and celebrating (because hey, Eddie passed an exam that you’d managed to pry him off you to help him study for, and you, well, Eddie said princesses shall always reap rewards for helping the dungeon trolls. Of course he’d jotted something down in his campaign notebook after referencing that). He’d insisted on picking you up at work after band practice and bestowing his ‘gift’ upon you.

What you never could’ve imagined was his venture that brought you just outside Hawkins city limits and into a clearing that he’d apparently scoped out before. Something about doing bigger deals nearby once, and finding the area when his uncoordinated ass got lost in the woods overnight. And as he’d driven towards that luscious patch of greenery surrounding the newly blooming Autumn leaves that cascades from tall oak trees—you were slack jawed and grateful for his accidental inconvenience. He’d thumbed your cheek, calloused digit dragging a line of butterflies beneath your flesh. “Pretty cool, right?”

You could merely nod. “It’s gorgeous, baby.”

“Yeah, you are, princess.” And he’d slid his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder, long hair tickling your cheek. Surrounded by the crisp fall scents of the forrest and Eddie’s cigarettes, plus aftershave combo—you had felt yourself drifting.

Eddie had told you that wasn’t your gift, but what was in the back of his van was. He’d asked you not to peek in Eddie-like manner, swaying forward and pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re not looking are you? Not even one eye?”

You’d laughed and assured him. After he came back and placed the soft, fresh quilt in your hand, you wanted to sob. And well, you kinda did when you opened your eyes and saw what the quilt was made of. A few of Eddie’s older shirts that you loved, that smelled like him, a few shirts of yours you’d given him over the years, they were all taken apart and stitched in an intricate pattern to form a blanket. He’d even had a patch put in it. “Ms. Byers helped me with it.”

Upon seeing your tears, his nerves got the better of him and he worried at the intensity in which you reacted. All he could do was hold you. “Baby, I’m sorry. If you don’t like it. I didn’t mean to upset you, I just thought that—“

Your eager kiss had silenced him, causing him to understand your real reaction. And in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to be draped under the blanket, sated beneath Eddie as he made love to you. It sucker punched your gut, that dilation in your pupils making him use his knuckles to brush along your jaw. “Yeah, you me to take you under this?” He’d gripped the blanket in a slow shake.

“So slow.” You whispered.

That specific kinda moan Eddie made drifted off the cove of his mouth and onto your neck. “Gonna hold your legs apart, nice and steady, and I’m gonna make love to you, sweetheart. That what you want?”

That’s where you’d found the secondary part to your surprise. An actual blanket fort and pillows overflowing in the back of Eddie’s van. A fresh cut parcel of sunflowers and roses lay atop one of the plush pillows, a box on the side carrying the aroma of fresh pizza.

“There’s also ice cream in the cooler. And I got that wine you like, and some soda and water for hydration, in case you don’t wanna drink much tonight.”

You’d literally tackled Eddie and pinned him beneath you. He worshipped every inch of your body, taking his time and pulling you onto his face, prepping your cunt to take his cock with more orgasms than you’d have needed to be ready for him. You were always close to green right off the bat. Eddie didn’t stop, claiming reason of insanity for you. When you were sobbing into your palm, only then did Eddie make good on his promise to hold your thighs apart and fuck your pussy nice and deep, languid and lazily.

The last summer sun set as Eddie Munson made love to you.

~*~

And that pulls you back into the present, tucked at his side, still wrapped in the quilt and another blanket over top to make sure you didn’t get too cold, Eddie’s cheek on your temple, arm around you, fingers of his other hand stroking a line of goosebumps up your arm and to your shoulder. It’s a clear night after the storms from earlier in the day had passed, leaving a midnight blue sky full of glittering stars and promising constellations. Eddie had opened the van doors and let in the cool air, still rain soaked and speckled in that fragrant scent of seasonal leaves. The wind isn’t heavy, the crickets are chirping melodically, and Eddie is breathing steadily.

You hum in content, bones sated and muscles pliant. You flick his necklace, peering up at his cute little grin. “You okay there, princess?”

“M’ fucking perfect, Eds. I honestly feel like this is all some damned dream and I’m gonna wake up.”

“Nah.” He argued teasingly. “The only dream I would be in is your nightmares.”

“How about my wet ones?” You smirk.

“Oooh? Folks, she’s scandalous. We’ve got a scandalous one here.” He waves an arm at an invisible audience, before bear hugging you to the radiating warmth of his chest.

“Hey,” he says, breaking you out of the brief reverie of post-coitus cuddling silence, bopping your nose before nuzzling it with a nudge, kissing it gently, “you know that somebody loves you?”

You absolutely fall apart and melt into a puddle, staring at him, a gentleness overtaking your features as you retort, “You know you’re my soulmate, Eddie Munson?”

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[r4spb3rr13s]

i saw the news :( however i have come to re-enter! So my mcbling angel, could we pretty please get a part 3 of meet mcbling hotties with maybe shigiraki, sabi, maybe a little twice, maaaybe a little gentle criminal.... i luv u and ur my bae as well cutie >3<

- 🍥 anon

villains meeting their mcbling gf

♱ shigaraki, twice

♱ pt.1 here pt.2 here

notes: dabi is in part one!! also this may be ooc 😔 and sorry bby but i have no clue how to write gentle criminal 😓

Tomura is in his usual spot, staring the TV down with enough rage to burn holes in the screen. Naturally, it’s because All Might is on screen. Like always.

The bar is in a low hum, filled with smoke from Dabi’s refusal to step out to huff on his cigarette. Spinner and Toga are playing cards, and her giggles bounce off the walls. Other than that, it’s fairly quiet.

Until the door creaks open. Then it’s silent.

And there… you stood. Awkwardly.

Tomura’s head snapped towards you with a sickening crunch resounding through the air. Any words he had reering up are stuck in his throat, though.

The light is shaping you like an angel. A very promiscuous angel, that is. A tight, pink dress hugs your curves and the platform wedges you have on accentuate every step your fake-tanned legs take.

“Uh… Himiko?”

Said girl squeals, and her chair scratches across the floor like nails on a chalkboard as she jumps up. Tomura watches as she runs up to you and wraps you in a hug.

“What the fuck…” Dabi trails off, eyes pointed at Tomura. Everyone is looking at Tomura, trying to gage his reaction. It snaps him out of his stupor.

“Toga, who is this?” He rasps out, pointing a lazy knuckle at you. His eyes barely flit over you, but when they do, you see a small bit of pink blossom on his pale face.

It’s weirdly cute.

Himiko squeezes you so hard you think she might suffocate you to death. I mean, you wouldn’t put it past her, but still.

“This is Y/n!!”

She is met with blank stares.

You roll your eyes and shrug her off, making her pout. Taking a cautious step forward, you catch Tomura’s eye - you know exactly who he is.

You’ve admired him for a while, and the League, in silence. You’ve been on chat rooms with a false IP address, watched their dark-web videos, heard their lackeys talking in the darker parts of town.

Himiko found you when you were talking to one of the lackeys, and surprise, surprise, took a liking to you. She gushed about the League, and weirdly…

You wanted in.

You strode forward, ignoring the room’s eyes on you - you were just focused on Tomura Shigaraki.

He watched you with stiff, darting red eyes. It was like he couldn’t decide where to rest his eyes - everytime he moved his gaze, there was your soft, glowy skin or something pink or patterned or your soft hair-

“Y/n L/n,” You said and held your hand out.

Tomura watched your hand as he leant on his own hand. His lip curled and you faltered. But, he fished out a thick-lined glove, slipped it on, and grabbed your hand.

His eyes fell on yours as your hands shook. The pink on his face was almost the same colour as your dress, and his cracked lip twitched.

“I’m here to join, by the way.” You clarify, heat rising to your own cheeks.

Your hand is still in his. Tomura notices and drops you like a hot pan, quickly looking away. He mutters a small, ‘okay’ and notions for a pen from Kurogiri - another member you’re familiar with.

Tomura scribbled something down with his thick glove on, muttering under his breath in a raspy, crisp voice. The sound cuts through the thick air and makes the hair on the back of your neck.

He stops writing and holds out the paper to you. It’s… a number. You almost facepalm.

You cock a brow, and Tomura goes pink again, but refuses to look at you.

He clears his throat, itching his neck absent mindedly. “I’m busy now. Call me later and we’ll talk about your membership.”

:::

Jin is tired. Spent. Exhausted. Fatigued. He’s practically swaying on his feet as he breathes in the smoke from his cigarette. He nods at Dabi as he walks past and enters the dingy bar.

If he could just close his eyes-

A loud whistle rings through the air, and for a startling moment, Jin thinks he’s getting hit on by the builders across the street. Until you come into view.

Your confident stride falters and he watched with an open jaw as you pause to scream at the men in hi-vis.

There’s a small, douchey part of him that can’t even blame them - you’re gorgeous!

Your tattered denim shorts sit low on your hips, and the majority of your torso is on show in the low light of dusk. A small, pink tube top is wrapped around your chest, and big jewellery jangled with every finger you jab as you scream.

Your verbal assault on the builders finally halts when they let out a hurried apology and decide to get back to work. With a sigh, you push your hair out of your face and move on.

Well, you would if there wasn’t another guy in your way.

He’s tall, muscular and blond, with eyebags that rivalled the purple of your velvet bag. The smoke from the cigarette in between his fingers is curling around his neck like a choker, and brought stark attention to his agape mouth. You scoff.

“What? Want your turn?”

“Yes please- no, no thanks-” He barks out, then covers his mouth. Pink spreads across his cheeks from under his hand, and you cock a brow.

“…Yes or no?”

“Yes-no-”

The poor guy seemed torn. He was muttering to himself now, back rigid and face pink. It was… endearing in a way.

You cast a short glance back to the builders, and Jin takes the moment to drink in the size of the silver hoops hung either side of your face. He could probably fit his hand through them, they’re so big. Or-

“Listen, you’re cute… so I’ll give you number,” You mutter and take a short step towards him. Your sparkly eyes search his face, and he curtly nods, still as pink as bubblegum. “Okay, just, if they ask, I was giving you directions.”

Again, he nods. Like a well behaved dog, you think.

The poor man is left in a mental battle watching you leave. He does know for sure, though, the paper clutched in his hand with your number on is becoming his most sacred possession.

:::

notes: THIS SHIT IS NOT PROOFREAD IM SORRY 😭

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[blogfullofemos]

Pick & Pull

This is a thank you post for the abundance of feedback I've received from my last Eddie post. 😅 It was so unexpected how fast my phone blew up. Thank you, thank you, thank you. ❤️

Inspired by this Tumblr post:

Are y'all ready 😏 DO NOT READ IF NOT 18+ PLS!!!! MINORS PLAY YOUR GAMES!!

Pairing: Steve Harrington + Eddie Munson

Warnings: mlm content (the whole shabang bby). Eddie is tied up. Cocky teasing? No prep, but there is lube because I'm not heartless. ROUGH, hair pulling, hickies, smacking Eddie's ass. Cuz like who wouldn't?? Bottom!Eddie. Top!Steve. Also proofread

WC: 990

Please drink some water after this, for me.... Enjoy darlings.

     With muffled stumbles, the tearing of fabrics, and bellyful laughter. The headposts of the bed thumps against the wall followed by the hastening of a bind. Stretching back with a victorious exhale, Steve looks down at his work done to the man resting below him. With his wrists tied together by a torn band tee, backside marked full of bruising love bites with past scratches given from another, and his legs crossed tightly to each other. Eddie couldn’t help but keep his face buried into Steve’s pillow, his mop of curls resting between his bent elbows. Sitting atop of Eddie’s crossed thighs, Steve watches Eddie’s sweaty taut back flex while Steve takes hold of a small tube. Popping the small cap off with his mouth and spitting it across his room, Steve chuckles as the sound of the tube opening causes tremors to take hold of his ass. Eddie’s trembling legs iterating his caged excitement. “Who have you been fucking Eddie?” Steve asks with a clench of his jaw, smacking Eddie’s plump ass cheek hard. 

      Eddie whips his head up from the sudden sting while his hips instinctually ruts against the sheeted bed. His wrists yanking at his confines but to no avail. “Just needed to get my dick wet, tis’all.” Eddie breathlessly jests. The thought of Steve becoming jealous by the mere sight of past sex flings makes Eddie’s mind flutter with devious scenarios. His heated cock leaking for the endless possibilities. But it’s cut short as the cold substance of lube spills across his back causing him to moan out. Steve smirks as he watches the tube drain the clear substance upon Eddie’s lower back, to his plump ass, especially between his cheeks, to it lastly dripping on Steve’s big needy cock. Hissing from the opposing temperatures, Steve tosses the tube somewhere and pumps his cock a few beats. The squelching sound echoing the permeating atmosphere. Not wasting anymore time, Steve guides his red tip to Eddie’s lube-doused sphincter, slowly pushing in. “Fuck Steve…” Eddie’s wrists jolt once more “Yourso big.” Eddie hushes out.

       Steve remains silently transfixed at the sight of his cock sliding within Eddie’s willing hole. The way his velvety walls slight clenches beckoned him to fill Eddie completely. Simultaneously, exhales dispel from them as Steve’s hairy pelvis finally rests against Eddie’s ass. Steve proceeds with slow but powerful thrusts, each one knocking the air out of Eddie. Steve’s tip only lightly prodding at Eddie’s pent-up release. Yeah, his cock was finally getting some much needed friction, the slickness of his pre-come giving an easy glide, but this isn’t the Steve ‘Fucking’ Harrington he knew. “Baby boy is in heat, s’this all you’re gonna give me big guy?” Eddie taunts even as his voice quivers, giving his best seducing glare at Steve. The remark snapping him out of his lustful viewing to meet with Eddie’s playful glint, his eyes challenging him for more. Steve takes the competition and Eddie knew he just kicked a few gears into ignition. 

      Swiftly, Eddie pops Steve’s cock out of him to adjust himself into a new position. His legs now spread wide with his knees bent. Unexpectantly, Steve wraps Eddie’s curls around his fist and tugs his head back, hard. Earning a pornographic shout to dispel from Eddie’s rather sarcastic mouth. “What was that baby boy? It was something about heat?” ramming his cock back into Eddie, earning another shouting expletive from him, Steve continues with a laugh “Doesn’t sound like you need much. More.”. Steve pounds every syllable into Eddie. Eddie’s eyes roll about while pain sears his scalp. Trying his best to lick away his lewd moans. Steve bites back a smirk, his bicep bulging as he maintains Eddie’s head from bouncing to every hard thrust. Leaning over Eddie’s tied body, he smiles devilishly “Seems to me.” he nips at the edge of Eddie’s ear “That I’m doing all the hard.” He smacks Eddie’s ass with his other hand “Work.” he whispers. And fuck, is he right. But what was Eddie to do… He’s tied, his brain is short-circuiting, and with the way Steve is wetly playing with his ear. Panting… Licking… Smacking his ass a few more times, he’s sure Steve’s handprint is going to be branded on him. Fuck what was Eddie to do.

      Eddie lets out a moanish type cry as another wave of pleasure racks through him. So overwhelmed by the pleasure and the pain. Steve’s cock consistently jabbing at his prostate while his own cock profusely leaks a puddle onto the bedsheet sheet below. Steve’s balls slapping against Eddie’s own, adding more sensation to the intense sexual exchange. “Steve!! Stevie!!” Eddie stokes Steve’s relentless stamina. Finally letting go of Eddie’s hair, his head drops into Steve’s pillow once more. Steve’s impending release whips hot licks within his tense stomach, needing to bite Eddie’s trembling shoulder to hold back his moan. But Steve’s eyes widen as Eddie starts bouncing back with just as much fervor, fastening both of their brimming climaxes. Whipping his head back up, Steve hooks his bicep around Eddie’s neck. Hugging their sweaty bodies close to each other, as Steve’s hips stutters a bit. A very clear warning signal to Eddie as Steve’s hold squeezes him even closer. “Fuck. Me. Hard. Harrington.” Eddie chokes out with a boyish smile. Even though this was quite the hardest fuck he’s ever gotten from Steve Harrington. Even though his eyes can’t seem to stay focused, his brain slowly rotting away. He still needed to feint their play. 

     “Fuck you Munson.” Steve chuckles, suckling Eddie’s jaw to develop another love bite. You know, for OTHERS to see…. Eddie gasps loudly as his body shakes strongly as Steve gives Eddie’s pleading cock just one stroke. Come spurting onto the sheets and Steve’s hand, while Eddie pants out a “SHIT! FUCK! STEVIE!”. 

Steve is sooo grateful his parents went to their annual ski trip.

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[azaleaniath]

Hey im here with some ideas ❤️

Enemies to lovers where you and Aonung have some proper banter going on with a lot of energy that everyone picks up on except them and they deny having crushes on each other every second of their lives like it physically pains them to see the other that way.

Then somebody gets hurt badly away from the clan and the other has to take them back to the clan while desperately trying to keep them awake as they fade into unconsciousness.

Then when it all ends they try to go back to hating each other but the things that were said when they thought the other was dying is kinda hard to keep ignoring.

Happy writing and I hope you aren't too overcome with requests xx

This is for u bby 💙 hope you enjoy it as well as I did while writing it! @writing-makes-me-human

~AO'NUNG X FEM! METKAYINA! READER ~

You make me sick

includes: fist fights, more fights, hate, enemies to lovers, blood, mentions of death, unconsciousness, more fighting, confessions, crying, lil bit angst

SFW

3.0k words

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The sun was covered in clouds above Pandora as you sat at the docks with Ix'tar, a brave warrior of your reef clan. Both of you giggled, splashing water at each other's legs with your feet.

He had asked to meet you here to hand you a present he had been working on for a while, hoping you would see him as a potential mate. He was about your age, very good looking and also a genuine and friendly personality overall.

"Hey!" you squealed as the water hit your face, "Don't make me push you in there!" you laughed loudly, pushing his broad shoulder towards the water beneath you. Ix'tar quickly caught his balance and flashed his teeth, pulling your torso into a tight hug.

"You can try, put I'll pull you down with me!" His curly long hair framed his cheerful smililng visage. You kicked your legs wildly, trying to wind out of his tight embrace.

"Oh you wouldn't, you know I'm not the best swimmer!"

The two of you had been friends for a while. He knew that, compared to other metkayina, you were not the best swimmer. How ironic, you thought, a metkayina that can't swim well. Even these omaticaya where better than you.

"I'd hold you then." he cooed, threatening to pull you in with him. As he pulled your torso in the direction of the water you shrieked again, throwing your arms around his neck, even if you knew he was only joking. Ix'tar would cut his own queue off before he'd hurt you.

"Please don't, just drown her. You'd do us all a favour." Ao'nungs voice joined the conversation. He waded out of the water close by and watched the two of you with a disgusted expression all across his face.

Just the sight of him made you sick and that wonderful moment poofed like a bubble of sea foam. With pursed lips you rolled your eyes, hoping he'd leave the two of you alone again. But Ao'nung was not done yet.

"Ix'tar, I thought you had some taste? C'mon, why are you wasting your time with her?"

You couldn't help but sigh before sending a deadly gaze over to the chief's son. "You weren't hunting with us this morning. Don't tell me you didn't come because of her?"

The bitter undertone of his voice made you ball your fists tighter.

"Go mind your own business. You have a long path ahead if you want to become a worthy olo'eyktan one day, don't you have something to do?"

You barked back, leaning against Ix'tar who just caressed your back gently. It was a common thing to see the two of you fight.

"Ao'nung, can't you cut it out just this once?" Ix'tar asked, raking through his curls with his free hand.

The chief's son huffed and shook his head. That usual mischievous grin appeared on his face. Instead of answering his question, Ao'nung watched the new dangling necklace around your neck.

"That's the third time whis week you accept gifts from potential mates, huh?"

Oh that ugly lying bastard.

Ix'tar almost looked a bit hurt at Ao'nungs words. He had worked so hard on that finely knotted necklace for you. Surely he intended it to be a courting gift, and you also saw it as that. After all, Ix'tar was a wonderful choice for you.

"What are you saying?! This is the first time I have-"

"(Y/N), I better go, I'm sure my father needs help with...something..." The warrior mumbled in disappointment, letting go of you to and retreating soon.

No matter how many times you called out for Ix'tar, he only shook his hanging head and walked off, while Ao'nung snickered and squeezed the water out of his hair with a victorious look on his face.

You got off the docks and stomped over to the chief's son, blocking his way. As he tried to pass you, both of your fists knocked the air out of his lungs with a heavy punch against his ribcage. In pain he flinched before he tried to push you off, but you yanked at his hair and he copied until you both ended up in the sand, rolling around like little kids. But this wasn't a play fight.

He knelt above you, holding your wrists down while you kicked against him until he eventually had to loosen the grip around your hands in order to support himself. His queue fell over his shoulder into your face and your intrusive thought won, deciding for you to simply bite down on the ends.

While Aonung screeched in pain you freed youself and switched positions with him, piercing his ear with your fangs.

Countless insults spilled out of his mouth, a feral growl followed as he felt your teeth on his ear.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he blurted out, scratching his nails all over your shoulders and stomach until they left bloody lines all across your teal skin. Your heart was pounding beneath your scarred chest.

Once you let go of his ear you got your hands onto his hair, tearing a few strands out to which he only cried out louder while he tried to get you off his bruised self. Most of your weight you balanced on you right knee, kicking it into his stomach.

Whatever Aonung cried, you could not understand. He yelled so loud, the few words in between completely drowned in his painful moans and cries. The only word you could catch was 'stop', but you didn't even think about that. This would've continued for hours if Ix'tar and Rot'xo wouldn't have stepped in to pull you away from the chief's son and gotten in between you two.

There was this taste of iron on your lips, it was Ao'nungs blood. You spat it onto the ground before him, furious eyes still attached to the man who knelt on the sand, holding himself in pain.

"What's wrong with you, woman?!" he cursed, but his friends stepped in to hold him back as well before he could charge at you again.

"That's what you get for lying about me! Have fun with your new piercing!" He couldn't believe you actually bit a hole into his ear which leaked blood continously. You ripped yourself off of the two guys who held you back to take a look at your torso which was covered in cuts and scratches.

He hissed at you in pain and hatred as you straightened your back and shoulders, standing tall in front of him, chest puffed. You still panted in exhaustion but tried to cover it with your proud stance.

Only now you noticed that quite a lot of people had gathered around the two of you. They all muttered around with each other, seeing the two of you fight like this.

"Why are they trying to hide it? Its so obvious."

"That just proves what I've been telling you guys!"

"It woud be really adorable if they wouldn't actually try to kill each other."

What were they pointing out? You didn't understand one thing until you heard someone whisper "They're clearly in love." Automatically your face twisted at those words in disgust.

You didn't love him, how could anyone ever think of that? You couldn't stand each other even if your life depended on it. No, absolutely not, right?

Someone needed to teach this brat a lesson and today he had finally overstepped a line.

He continued to curse and hiss, but you just turned on your heel and stormed off through the villagers with tears pricking from your eyes as soon as you were out of sight. This man seriously tried to ruin your life. How could you ever find a mate if he shattered every chance that you got?

Without even thinking about any consequences you called out for an ilu, quickly bonded with the aquatic animal and rode off. You urged your ilu through the waves, not stopping as the shore was out of right already. You simply went on and on until you noticed after what felt like hours, that the entire horizon all around you looked the same and you started to lose your orientation. You had never been outside the reef this far and the eclipse was near. You looked up into the sky as you heard the clouds above rumble deeply like a threat, a sound that left you shivering down to your bones.

~~~~~~

"(Y/N)!" you heard a someone call out from the distance. With the last strength you had you held onto your ilu which was also losing strength. For days you had been out there, without food, without drinkable water. Together with your companion you floated on the water surface, praying to eywa that this was more than a made-up illusion by your brain.

"(Y/N)!" Again, the same voice. There was no need to open your half lidded eyes to see who it was. This voice haunted you in your nightmares. You licked your lips in hunger and thirst before your tongue rested back at the top of your dry mouth again.

You heard the water splash around you as if something was coming closer, and you were right. Soon your tired eyes found Ao'nung coming closer to you on another ilu. As he saw your collapsed body laying on your ilu without any strength left he did not waste a second to pull you over to his ilu which was far more fit.

"Not you..." you breathed out in a sore voice, hoping this was just a dream. If you had to choose between drowning and being saved by this brat, you'd surrender yourself to the depths of the ocean voluntarily.

"You're dying, I'm not gonna leave you here! You're barely conscious!" The look on his face actually seemed as if he was worried. How much time had passed since you were out here? You couldn't tell.

As much as you hated Ao'nung, your body switched out of survival mode as soon as he hooked his arms underneath your armpits to pull you over onto his ilu, holding you close to his body.

"Don't..." you breathed quietly, fighting to get away from him as you felt your dizzy, spinning head fall against his chest, but he denied right away.

"I'll get you home safely, okay? Just try to keep your eyes open, ma (y/n). Come on, you got this, you're a tough girl. Hang in there, for me. Even if it's just so you can beat me again. I'll let you use my face as a punching bag if you make it. You can't let me down, please."

Even if those words made it to your head you felt your eyes rolling back and falling shut while Aonung signaled his ilu to lead the way home as fast as it could.

"(Y/N), please look at me. Look at my ugly face, c'mon! Talk to me, insult me, anything, but stay with me please, i beg you!"

His voice cracked and you could feel how he pressed your weak body against him with one arm. Your head rested in the crook of his neck as he rubbed his cheek against you.

"I need you!" he cried out as he noticed your low heart rate, Ao'nung couldn't stop the tears that started to stream down his face. He couldn't lose you, this was not an option.

"Im sorry for all the things I've said and done, i am so fucking sorry! I couldn't stand seeing you with someone else, I'd rather have you pierce my ear a thousand times again but please don't let me down now!" He even started to pray to eywa, over and over again, during the entire way back to Awa'atlu.

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It had taken some days to recover. You did not remember much of the time you had been out there, but Ao'nungs words followed you like a shadow. What he had said during the time he had saved you, his voice did not let you rest. Whenever you ways crossed he ignored you and turned his back on you immediately.

You fed the recovering ilu that had accompanied you on this deadly trip with fish in the waist deep water.

The animal was still recovering as well from the exhaustion, but it already felt a bit stronger again.

A soft smile decorated your face as you watched the ilu catch the fish, gulping it down after a few chews.

Suddenly you felt two gentle hands rest your waist, making you turn around quickly in surprise with a sharp inhale. Ix'tar stood close by, pulling you against his chest carefully as he smile down to you.

"Eywa, I thought you were-... someone else..."

He snickered and cocked an eyebrow as you hesitantly gave in to the hug.

"Ao'nung?" he asked quietly, and it made your stomach turn. It felt weird just to hear his name.

"No..." you lied and turned in his embrace to keep feeding the recovering ilu.

"So, he lied about you gathering potential mates like seashells, huh?" he asked and rested his head on top of yours. His black curls tickled on your neck, leading you to shiver with a wide smile.

"Of course, he's an ass."

"That 'ass' saved you. He would never admit it, but he was worried sick about you. I've never seen him like this." Ix'tar huffed before his arms pulled you closer against his chest. Somehow, you felt a cold shower run down from your neck. It felt weird, especially after what Ao'nung had said outside of the reef. But soon, Ix'tars mood changed as well.

"(Y/N), don't you like the necklace I gave you?"

In confusion you furrowed your brows and turned your head to see his frowning visage.

"Huh? What, why?"

With one hand you reached out to your neck, expecting to feel the gift he had made for you, but there was none. Hastily you searched your entire neck area with both hands, but the necklace was nowhere to be found.

"No, I loved it! I really liked it a lot Ix'tar, believe me! Damn, it looked like a whole lotta work... I'm so sorry..."

The warrior pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

"It's alright. You probably lost it at sea. It's not a problem, I'll make you a new-"

"I know where it is." It hit you like a wave. Your entire body tensed up and you balled your fists before ripping yourself from the hug, stomping off into the village. Ix'tar followed you with his eyes, knowing what this stance meant; Ao'nung.

Like a tornado you swiftly turned the entire village upside down until you found Ao'nung in his marui. As you stormed in he quickly tilted his ears in remembrance of your last furious encounter.

His blue eyes opened wide as you came dangerously close to him and asked him "Where is my necklace?" but soon he went back to his poker face. "Your what?"

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about! Ix'tar gifted me a necklace. I know you have it, so give it back to me!"

Ao'nung swallowed the lump in his throat, but somehow he was more than happy that you did not bring up what he had said during the time he had saved you. It relieved him that you went back straight to hating each other. At least, you tried.

"I don't have it! Why should I take that from you?!" the chief's son barked back at you before he pushed you off. Both of you noticed right away that his touches were significantly softer than before.

"Because you said-" your breath hitched before you could even end the sentence. Just arranging these words in your head left you speechless.

"Whatever you heard, you've been hallucinating..." Ao'nung growled before he turned away from you to get back to his task at hand. You huffed at his stupid excuse and turned him back to face you.

"Just... Give me the necklace, Ao'nung. Please."

Both of you just stared at each other in silence. For the first time you could take a closer look at his ear. The wound was healing, but much to your surprise, he had embraced his newest body modification and wore a wooden earring through it.

The scratches he had left on your body were also in a good recovering state. If they would leave scars, they wouldn't be the first ones that Ao'nung would've caused on your skin.

He lost himself in your big eyes for a moment before he blinked a few times in order not to drop his facade.

"I can't."

"What do you mean?!"

Ao'nung cleared his throat before he spoke again. "I dropped it into the ocean. Far away from here, where I found you."

Before you could yell at him again, he quickly tried to give a reason while he held his hands up in surrender.

"It looked ugly on you, okay? It looked cheap, and it wasn't well crafted!"

The furious, dark look in your eyes made him pass you quickly before you chased him down. Of course he ran towards the shore to just swim away from you. In the water, he could easily beat you, but on land, things were different. The water was almost in reach as you finally caught up to him and yanked him back by his queue, leaping yourself at him. "I'll pierce your other ear too you little -"

"Get off me! Not my ears again!"

You both ended up like always, rolling over the sand, tightly entangled, beating each other to the point of pure passing out if nobody would step in. Rot'xo shook his head as he saw you and Ao'nung fighting again, but Ix'tar walked up to him and stopped him.

"Don't, Rot'xo. Let them settle it themselves this time."

And just like him, you and Ao'nung also had to accept that maybe, just maybe, the two of you were simply meant for each other. A strong bond tied you and Aonung together, it was easy to see and yet so hard to deny that all of this was purely out of hate.

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