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0cta9on · 2 days

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lewd thoughts on:

all itzy members ask their manager who is also their boyfriend to fill them with cum after a full day of training

Hello anon! love me some itzy, so this should be fun to write :]

Yeji

"Ugh!!" Yeji groans in frustration at her inability to execute the difficult choreography. Even after hours of practice, she still couldn't get the ending quite right. You go up to her and pat her head, attempting to calm her down. "Hey, it's alright, maybe just take a little break for now. You're working too hard," you soothe her. She glances up at you with pleading eyes, tracing lines on your chest. "Can you help me?" You know that look in her eyes anywhere, and you'd be damned if you ever declined a face like that. Yeji giggles as you push her against the mirror, tantalizingly shaking her ass. You pull down her waistband, giving her cheeks a good squeeze before pulling her panties to the side. Anyone could walk in the room at any moment, but that only makes things more exciting. Her walls squeeze your cock as you thrust into her, lubed up by her sweet honey. "A-ah, fuck! Your c-cock is so big, baby! Fill me up with your cum, p-please!"

Ryujin

While working at your desk, you suddenly hear a knock at the door. "Come in." Ryujin walks in, wearing a large gray hoodie with the hood puller over her head. "Uh, are you okay?" You ask her. "Yeah, just feeling a little under the weather. I was hoping you could help me with that." You nod. "Yeah, of course. Have a seat." Instead of sitting in the open chair, Ryujin climbs into your lap, straddling your legs. "Uh, Ryujin-" She puts a finger on your lips, unzipping her hoodie to reveal that she is completely nude underneath. "Shhh, don't say anything. Just enjoy it." She tugs at the waistband of your pants, pulling your cock free from its confines, before lowering her dripping pussy down onto you. "A-ah, yes, I needed this so badly. I need your cum in me, baby." With all common sense thrown out the window, you latch your mouth onto her tits, sucking it as you meet her hips with every bounce.

Lia

"Manager oppa, can you come help me? I'm having trouble hitting this high note." Curiously, you go over to the private vocal room where Lia is practicing. "What do you need me to do? I'm not exactly a vocal coach, Lia." She shuts the door behind, locking the two of you inside the soundproof booth. Suddenly, she kneels before you with a sly smirk on her face. "Just stand there and relax," she giggles, fishing your cock out. Before you can stop her, she takes your entire length into her mouth with ease, barely choking as your tip hits the back of her throat. Precum and saliva leak from the sides of her mouth with each bob of her head. "I read somewhere that swallowing cum helps with your vocal cords. Isn't that nice, oppa?"

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong collapses next to you onto the bench, sweaty and breathless from hours of dance practice. You wrap your arm around her for comfort, but it seems like she still has some energy left in the tank as her hand snakes towards your crotch. "What are you doing?" You ask, smirking. "Nothing~ I've been practicing all day, don't you think I deserve a little reward?" You moan as she fishes your cock out of your pants, stroking it to life with her soft hands. Once it's at full mast, Chaeryeong bends over the bench and winks at you. "I'm soooo tired, I don't know if I'll be able to push you away if you try to cum in me," she teases with a seductive glint in her eyes. You hungrily yank her sweatpants down to reveal her bare ass with no panties on, the sight turning you on even more. Your hands sink into the flesh of her hips as you thrust into her pussy, pounding her with reckless abandon, determined to fill her with your seed.

Yuna

One second, you're walking through the hallways of JYP after a productive meeting, and then the next, you find yourself in a tiny broom closet with Yuna's lips and hands all over you (Not that you're complaining). "I've been practicing all damn day with no break, I need your fucking cock, oppa," she growls, hastily removing your cock from your pants. Yuna spits on the tip, rubbing her saliva all over your dick, before jumping into your arms. You barely manage to catch her by her thighs, gently slamming her into the wall behind her. "Someone might catch us, Yuna," you warn her, although making no move to stop her. "Then you better make it count." She mashes your lips into yours, moaning into your mouth as you thrust up into her. Her tight pussy squeezes your cock, making it difficult for you to hold on for too long. "Don't even think about pulling out. You better fucking cum inside me, or else."

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sageofthestarz · 2 days

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This started out as a two sentence thought that got out of hand into a ficlet;

Ifrit can't let himself relax when it comes to sex

It's an act, it has to be a show, he has to make sure it goes perfectly for his partner

He keeps himself quiet other than a few very controlled moans that are at the room that times. Though he longs to whimper and whine through it.

He's sensitive as can be, can easily get off with just a little grinding. Start playing with his nipples while you're at it? He's a whining puddle willing to beg you for more

He knows that's not what people want from him though. He's seen as a full dominant top. Keeps up that persona because he knows that's what they enjoy from him

The overexcited handsome jock who can and will fuck you into next week

He revels in the times he's had where he doesn't need to keep that up

They're rare. He never asks for it, but always wants it, craves it

Zephyr's the easiest, a mate, a friend, such a caring lover

Ifrit can't always fuck Zeph like he's used to, can't be too rough, can't be treating them rough, sometimes they can't even handle the soft of sex

The first time Zeph asked to just touch for awhile Ifrit froze, unsure of how to proceed

It was a motions thing for him, a routine, he didn't know how to go about anything that was outside of it

Zeph just gives a soft laugh at how shocked his fire ghoul looks and starts to direct him

"straddle my hips, mmhm- good boy~" the air ghoul purred as a Ifrit settled, eyes blown wide at the shock those two wordd sent though him

"Grind that pretty cock against me now, common. Rock those hips- slower- enjoy the feelings. There's no rush. Relax those shoulders.. there we are"

Cold hands slid up under the the fire ghouls shirt and over chest sending another shiver though the male as thumbs pressed over the hardened buds

Ifrits eyes fluttered shit, his hips stuttering for a moment before he found the rythem again. Letting out a heavy sigh as he allowed himself to do as the air ghoul said and just.. feel

It came out before he could stop it, a cracked little "hmn-nggg~" of a whine when Zeph gave them a soft pinch, his cock visibly kicking through his pants

"My, someone likes that doesn't he~" Zeph breathed out, enjoying the soft rocking against his own achingly hard cock

"Fuck.. sorry just-" he held back another noise as Zeph repeated the motion. Hips stuttering and eyes rolling back having to bite his lip "sensitive.." he mumbled out, trying to keep his voice steady

Zeph shushed him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that Ifrit all but melted into "Less talking, more of those delicious noises~" he whispered working his way down the collum of his neck nipping at the skin as his lovers head tilted for him

"Who would've known you were so pretty like this.." he takes a nice grab at Ifrits chest rubbing down his pecks to then slip the shirt off running his tongue from the ghouls collar done to take a nipple into his mouth

It was a bit of an awkward angle, but all the worth it feeling how Ifrit tensed and shook with a strangled whine, hips rutting against his faster as the ghouls cool tongue worked over the bud

To say Ifirt was overwhelmed was an understatement. He never would've thought that something so simple so.. normal would make him feel so much

The realization of how close he was hit him all to fast, eyes going wide as the pressure built rapidly, barley getting out a small "Z-Zeph- gonna- fuck~ " before the ghoul was trembling. A uncontrollable whimper, eyes screwed shit as he came in hot hard spurts into his one jeans

Zeph guided his head to rest against his shoulder moving to rub his back as he went though the after shocks, chest heaving as he tried to take in enough air

"Such a good boy.. shame you never let me touch sooner. You're so pretty when you cum, you know that baby?" His voice is honey sweet and Ifrit can do nothing but hide his face in his shoulder, those words making his cock kick another rope from him

They stayed like that until Ifrits body stopped shaking, moving to lay them both down. The fire ghoul feeling uncharistically clingy, that the air ghoul was happy to meet

"You didn't.." Ifirt started, brain fuzzy as he brought a hand to Zephs thigh, to which he was met with a tut and a kiss to his head "Don't need to, I'm more then happy with what happened" he purred

Ifrit seemed conflicted, stuck between wanting to trust his partners words and run on instinct. Zeph shushed him as if he could hear his thoughts "If we're feeling up to it later you can do whatever you wish. For now, I'd like for us to rest"

Ifrit have a small nod, moving to sit up on the air ghouls request as he cleaned up the fire ghoul before throwing the comforter over them

"Thank you.." Ifirt said quietly, head against Zephs chest "Always my flame. Anytime you'd like okay?" Ifrit nodded, feeling the most relaxed he had in a long time as he dozed off along with his partner

#spicy tag #zephrit my beloved #ifrit ghost #ifrit ghoul #ifrit #zephrit #zephyr #zephyr ghoul #zephyr ghost #ghost bc #ghost fandom #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghoul ifrit #nameless ghouls #this is unedited #sorry not sorry #sage writes

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mayajadewrites · 2 days

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could've been you: aizawa x reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.

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CHAPTER FOUR

WARNING: SMUTTTTTTTTT

You and Aizawa watched the students as they sparred together. He strategically placed the students with each other, their partners having what they don't have. Whether it's patience, strategic skills, or being a team player, all of the matches work.

"Has Shoto ever said anything to you about his dad?" You lean back in the bleachers.

"Not really. He stays to himself a lot, but any time anyone ever mentions the new #1 hero, Todoroki rolls his eyes. Why?"

"Enji is trying to rebuild his relationships with his kids, and I have a feeling that one is gonna be tough to crack."

"You and Endeavor are close?" Aizawa sounded genuine.

"You could say that. He does tell me a lot about his past, and all of the mistakes he's made. One of them being so hard on Shoto."

All Aizawa does is nod as he continues to watch the students. "You know, about our past-" He began to speak.

"What about it?" You turn to look at him, your mind getting lost in his dark chocolate brown eyes.

"I, I've always -" He turned his knees towards you as he spoke.

"MR. AIZAWA BAKUGO IS GOING TO KILL MIDORIA!" Iida ran to the bleachers. "I'M NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED BUT BAKUGO IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE. LITERALLY."

You and Aizawa immediately jump onto the ground to find the pair. Bakugo looks like he wants to destroy anything in his path. Aizawa turned into Eraserhead to stop him from going any further.

"You got off easy because they're here." Bakugo said to Midoria. "Whatever your quirk is, mine is better and I WILL beat you."

"Um... okay." You press your hands to Midoria's shoulders. "Midoria, why don't you take a breather." You turn to look at Midoria, who is a bit shorter than you. His eyes are big and glossy, like he's about to cry. He nods and turns to go to the bleachers.

You turn your attention to Aizawa. He's lecturing Bakugo with his back to you. Your eyes scan over his body - his broad shoulders, muscular arms, smaller waist, and his long legs. His wavy hair was pushed back against his goggles.

You caught yourself staring a bit too long.

Shit.

What is this feeling?

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For the rest of the week you tried your best to focus on planning out your classes. After all, next week you'll be on your own.

You also avoided Aizawa. You would leave class before him, and leave your room after him in the morning so you wouldn't have to talk to him.

You had some feeling in your stomach when you looked at him. A feeling that was unwanted by your brain, but your heart continued.

Keigo, however, you have not been avoiding. You had fun when you hung out with him. Actual fun. He's very sweet and takes note of everything you say.

He also made it a habit to call you during your lunch every day.

"So I was thinking we could go out on a date tomorrow night." Keigo said as you pressed the phone between your ear and shoulder.

"Where were you thinking?" You open your container, mixing your salad with your fork.

"I was thinking we could do dinner downtown and then talk a walk around the park. It should be a nice night out."

"Pick me up at 7." You smile and take a bite of your caesar salad. "No flying, though. I don't want to get sick."

"Aw come on, I wanted to show you how high I can go."

"Fine." You roll your eyes, flickering your gaze up to the tall man in front of you. "I'll see you tomorrow." You hang up the phone.

"You've been avoiding me." Aizawa sat down across from you in the teachers lounge.

"I would never do touch a thing." You placed your hand on your chest. "You're my absolute favoriteeeee person, why would I do that?!"

"I don't know." He placed his arms on the table in front of him. "Is the bird telling you not to talk to me?"

"Shouta why would you say something so stupid." You dug your fork in your food. "I don't belong to anyone, so I can talk to whoever I want and if Kiego ever even suggest that I don't talk to a particular person, he will no longer be in my life."

"Mm." He nodded, watching you put your fork in your mouth, your lips wrapping around the utensil. You take note of his eyes on your lips, but you don't say anything.

You want to see how far you can get him. How much you can make him... want you.

You can't even deny it anymore. The thought of Aizawa getting turned on by you gets you turned on.

You're single. You can date whoever you want. However many men you want.

You purposely got some dressing on your lips and didn't wipe it off. Knowing that Aizawa would point it out.

"You have dressing on your face." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh! Thank you." You pull out a compact mirror and dip your finger in the spot with the dressing, then sliding your index finger in your mouth to lick off the dressing.

Aizawa watched as your full lips wrapped around your index finger. His eyes scanned your dainty hands, your baby pink almond shaped nails perfectly manicured. He's careful not to show too much emotion, but he can't help the excitement growing in his pants.

"Oh, lunch is over. I'm gonna go train a bit, I feel a bit rusty." You stand up quickly and shove your lunch container in your bag. "See you Monday, Eraser."

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You decided on a white square cut crop top with straight leg jeans that fit you just right, accentuating your curves. Paired with your white platform converse and gold accessories - you were ready.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, making sure your hair is in place and your makeup is just the way you like it. Clear lip gloss topped the entire look off, leaving you looking juicy and glowy.

At 7 on the dot, there was a knock at your door. Keigo was wearing a black shirt with a black jacket, similar to the one he wears with his hero uniform. His wings are on full display - you can tell he takes great care of them. They're shiny and voluminous.

"You look beautiful as usual." Keigo pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. Two dozen red roses. "More beautiful than these flowers."

"Keigo, you are so sweet." You grab the fur lining of his jacket, pulling him closer to you. You pressed your lips against his, to his surprise. The smell of roses flooded your nostrils as you kissed him with a mix of his sandalwood cologne. "Let me put these in a vase before we go." You turn and walk back into your apartment.

You place the vase in the middle of your kitchen island, making sure there's enough water. "Okay. Ready." You pull your purse over your shoulder and walked to Keigo in the doorway.

He held out his hand for yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. "You ready to fly?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Keigo took you in his arms bridal style and took flight. His wings allow him to gain height at insane speeds - your mind almost coun't comprehend it. Your grip on him tightened as you got higher.

"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere." Keigo kissed the top of your head. "Open your eyes."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and saw the night sky. You were in the clouds, the stars shining above you.

"Wow, this is breath taking." You leaned your head on his shoulder. You felt his hands tighten around your legs, his thumbs grazing your skin.

"This is how I feel when I'm with you." His eyes analyzed your face as he spoke. You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, letting your mouths crash together. Your hand presses against his cheek as you deepen the kiss with your tongue. You hear his breath hitch as your tongue dances with his.

"We can't do this up here. I can't promise I can stay focused on flying." He pecked your lips quickly before he started the descent back to the ground.

The rest of the date was great. You and Keigo always have fun together and this time was no different. Laughs and smiles are mandatory when you spend time together.

He would steal kisses during dinner when you weren't expecting it. It was adorable.

Keigo is incredibly sweet, caring, kind, and outwardly shows his interest in you. He's what you need.

When the date was over and it was time to drop you off at your place, you didn't want the night to end.

"Do you want to come in?" You lean your back against the door. Your voice was low, almost a whisper, and your mouth formed into a smirk.

"I'm not sure I'll want to leave if I go in." He leaned in, hovering his lips over yours.

"It's not a school night." You tilt your head up to graze his lips. He held himself back from attacking your lips right then and there. You turn your key into your door and grabbed his hand, bringing him into your place.

Keigo wasted no time taking off his jacket and taking you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips attached to yours. He was so needy, which you love. His hands planted on your plump ass as he walked to your bedroom.

Giving it a squeeze before laying you down on your bed, he left kisses on your neck down to your chest. Your buried your hands in his hair as he kissed every inch of your chest.

His lips sucked on various spots on your chest as his hands pulled your shirt down inch by inch until your nipples were revealed. "May I?"

You only nod, your hands almost cradling his head as he attached his lips to your hard nipple. He took one hand to the other tit, kneading it gently as he sucked on the nub.

You could feel your panties soaking at this point. Keigo likes to take his time and enjoy every inch of you. But you wanted him now, at this moment.

It's been years since you've had sex. But you haven't felt like this in... a long time. The heat from your desire taking over your brain.

"Kei," You moan softly as his wings expand.

"Yes?" His honey eyes are magnets to yours.

"I need you." You held yourself up but your forearms as you watch him slide his shirt over his head and wings. His abs were shining from the slight sweat leading down to his pants.

"These need to come off too." You pulled on his jeans.

"Are you sure? We don't have to. I don't want you to feel-"

"Keigo." You pressed his chin between your thumb and index finger so he had to look at you. "I said I need you."

Without another word his pants were off along with yours. You're both only in your underwear at this point but you can see his thick cock outline through the fabric.

He pulled his length out of his boxer briefs. Your eyes grew wide at his size, he wasn't overly big but he is thick.

"Do you have condoms?" His body hovered over yours.

"Yes." You grab the box out of your nightstand and pull one out, handing it to him. He slid it on quickly before kissing your lips gently.

"We don't have to do this."

"Keigo, I want to. Stop worrying." You hook your finger onto the lace of your underwear to pull them down.

He positioned himself in front of your soaking entrance. He locked his eyes with yours as he gently, inch by inch, slid his length into you.

Your pussy was wet and tight around his cock as it adjusted to his size. Your eyes rolled back as Keigo watched his length disappear inside of you.

Once he was all the way in, he developed his rhythm. His left arm was next to your head as he thrusted into you, his bicep caging you in. You bring your hand to the back of his head and tangle your fingers in his honey locks. He loved when you touched his hair - it made him want to pound into you even more.

"Fuck, Kei." Your pussy clenched around him. Your other hand landed on his back, your nails dragging along his skin leaving scratch marks. His strokes were deep as he almost slammed into you. He's quiet when he fucks apparently because you were the only one talking.

His pace quickened as he earned moans from your lips. He planted his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting simultaneously. There were no kisses, this man was straight up marking you.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you when he pounds into your pussy, assumingely because he's close. The thought of him coming sends your brain on a high. Your gummy walls pulsate around him as you came undone around him. He's still thrusting into you, focused on your face.

He kissed your lips roughly as he thrust into you one last time. He moans your name, finally speaking as he reaches his high.

He's still inside of you as you both come back down to earth. He reluctantly slides his cock out, then taking off the rubber.

He comes back from the bathroom with a towel as he lays next to you. No words were exchanged, but he was all smiles. He patted your sweaty skin with the towel as he kissed your forehead.

"Baby bird, you're gonna be the end of me."

#shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa mha #aizawa shouta #aizawa #hawks x reader #mha hawks #bnha hawks #mha takami keigo #keigo takami #keigo x reader #my hero academy fanfiction #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #mha smut

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starfxkr · 1 day

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"yeah...i used to hope you would snatch me into your trailer in the morning before school and make me your like child bride or something..." … she’s actually me wtf MOONY I NEED MORE OF TP READER TELLING HIM ABT HER INSANE FANTASIES AND HIS REACTION

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

"wait, hold on, run that by me again." jj looked down on you with an incredulous smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the rare peek into your mind.

however, you looked embarrassed, doing your best to cover your face but he doesn't let you, pinning your hands to the side of your head and nudging his nose against me, "nuh uh, none of that now you gotta tell me."

"fine," you huff, rolling your eyes to the ceiling to avoid his piercing gaze, "i used to--um..." your hearts thumping as you continue, "when i was like...14? 15? i used to imagine you taking me on a date to the park, and it'd be nice and sweet at first until you gave me some lemonade..."

you stop with a whine, squirming as an unwanted wave oh heat pulses through you as you begin to visualize the scenario.

jj leans down to kiss across your plush cheek before lightly sinking his teeth into you, "i know there's more...go on."

"okay..so..then i'd get woozy and you'd take me to a little secluded area and lay me down in the grass real rough, but i'm too out of it to really do anything as your rip my panties off and you'd say, 'just be quiet, i've been wanting to taste you for a long time and i'm not stoppin now.' and you'd just. i dunno. have your way with me while i cried."

there's a long pause, and when you finally meet his eyes again, his eyebrows are drawn so tight they might as well be a unibrow.

"and you...shit you liked that?"

you let out a whimper trying your best to avoid his eyes and mumble, "yeah...i thought about it every night for months."

jj drops his head into your neck, slowly letting a laugh rumble through his whole body before he unexpectedly grabs you, rolling you both so you're now straddling him while he's on his back.

"damn, you're a real sick bitch sweet pea, you know that?" you grumble and fold your arms, but he just pinches your cheek, "hey don't be like that, i'm just happy you're mine and some some other suckers."

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #trailer park!jj

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skunkox · 1 day

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"Until he gets tired of me."

That's was Darlin's answer anytime someone questioned their relationship with Sam. A pircing but deep pain would shoot through their chest every time they said it. But it was always said in a joking tone and a movement to distract the other person from their face.

No one needed to see how that thought may have hurt them. They knew what they were getting into from jump. Darlin' felt safe. Safer than they had felt in a long time. They found that safety in Sam and were grateful for it. Nothing is promised, and to have had Sam in their life at all was a blessing and a mercy.

As much as they hated the thought of Sam ever leaving them, Darlin' could never blame him. They'd fucked up so many times in their life. People had gotten hurt. They were reckless. In being so, caused Sam to strain himself to care and worry for them.

There were day they wished Sam would just pack up and go. To rid himself the headache of their presence. But whenever they woke, he was always right there, holding them close and tightly.

He'd never do that, though. It was obvious to anyone who actually bothered to see them together. The tenderness in his eyes. The gentleness of his touch. The vampire was beyond sprung for the wolf. He was happy. Like he was finally healing.

Sam wouldn't be going anywhere. Sam learned that about himself very quickly after the first couple of meetings. Darlin' knew as well. A part of their brain screamed to believe otherwise. They hadn't done anything to deserve his grace. His patience. His love. Love that was promised to them until the end of their time.

"Do you think Count Yee-Haw will stay?"

The question had been asked once again. This time, by a young boy named Carlos. He had gotten attached to Darlin' as a toddler and was one of the few pack members that was genuinely happy to see them back.

Count Yee-Haw was the nickname the the pack kids had given Sam. Only they could call him that, though. It was a name bestowed upon him after the collective decided to put his vamp strength to the test. The poor man was literally dog piled and left to hold and stumble around with a minimum of 8 kids hanging off his frame like ornaments. It was a title he was growing fond of.

"Probably. At least until he gets tired of me." Darlin gave the boy a half-hearted smile and pulled forward the hood of his jacket.

"I heard some of the adults talking. They said that he wouldn't stay when you get older." Carlos admitted, frown all too clear on his face. "It's stupid. He obviously loves you. And you're happy now. Isn't that enough?"

The words spoken came from a place of care. Carlos had missed his favorite rebel and defender of Asher's antics. Truth be told, he was worried Darlin' would become uneasy around the pack again and got MIA again. They were more stable with the southern vamp at their side.

Darlin' was about ready to hug the kid in an attempt to soothe his nerves. But a single thought ran through their head. Carlos was a sweet kid. But what he said was just a little nice? Too nice to come from a tween.

"Besides. I don't think you'll ever stop being weird. A d he already talks like an old ma-." Darlin' cut him short with a smack to the back of his head.

"If you think that, why even ask?"

"Because I know you hear them too. And I don't want you guys to go anywhere."

🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺🦇🐺

If you read all that, I'm sorry.

Labeling this as part 1 cause I'm tired. Sorta been drained all week. Hoping to get actually rest this weekend and do a part 2. I have a habit of starting things and not finishing.

AO3 scares me, so small shit will remain here for the time being.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted fic #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted sam #sam collins

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jenosjarofjam · 2 days

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Now, you're stuck with me forever

Alpha jeno x Omega fem!reader

-Rivals/enemies to lovers

Requested ✔️ @no-romance-for-me-please

Word count: 2k+word.

Warning: smut,abo stuff, a lot I mean a lot of slick, squirting, knotting, cussing, biting/marking, mention of scent, nicknames(princess, good girl, etc...)

An note! This is like my first one shot and abo so hopefully this is not too bad🤞.(I took some prompts idea from Tumblr.)I didn't really dive deep into the rival/enemies part.

Playlist: collide-Justine Skye, Best lover-BiBi

You took the same class with Jeno, both of you were the top 10 students in the whole uni. You vividly remember the first year you met Jeno, Jeno always sat next to you, taunting you when he got higher grades. On the other hand, you studied extra hard because of it, surprisingly Jeno still got a higher grade than you. This went on for months, until the professor decided to pair both of you up for a huge project, now you have no choice but work with him. You guys started texting each other, deadline of the project was approaching, you agreed on letting Jeno into your place to help on the project, another led to another, now he crashes into your place whenever he wants

9:34 a.m

Jeno: Can I come over I’m bored……

Y/n : Since when did you started asking?

Jeno:I’m just trying to be nice rn, I’ll bring you food.

Y/n:awwwwwwwwww are you showing affection to me rn?

Jeno: I want to wrap my hands around your throat, and choke you until the life in your eyes die down.

Y/n: kinky ;)

Jeno: stfu, u freak

Jeno was sitting on the couch, finalising the project while you ate your food. The presence of him was distracting you , you seem to be confused about the reason… but hey no one’s complaining when there’s free food.

You noticed the sun peeking through the curtains, sun ray hitting Jeno’s face, highlighting his features. He’s skin glowed under the sun, his eyes shimmered hazel, his nose- “Hey! Are you even listening to me?Hello? Earth to Y/n?” A voice abrupted your thoughts, you realised you have been unconsciously starring at him, your face blushed in embarrassment about being caught. “Were you starring at me?” He cocked his eyebrow in disbelief, “no- no way why would I be starring at you! You’re.. ugly.” Well that was a lie….. “You’re avoiding eye contac with me? Why’s that?” He grins in enjoyment watching you suffer. “No. NO why would I do that.” “Maybe because you’re into me?” He said poking fun at you. “ wha-what no no no…” “well, you’re looking at me like you want to murder me but also like…you want me.” He smirked, seeing your widened eyes. "*cough* umm I'm gonna go uhh get some water." You said, as you quickly walked to the kitchen. You let out a sigh, feeling like you lost your breathe just the moment before. You felt... feverish, oddly... horny.

You went back talking with Jeno, it still doesn't help the fact that you're thinking about getting pounded by a particular person. The uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs was borderline painful, you tried to ease the pain by crossing your legs...it didn't work. You spaced out looking into Jeno's eyes. "Hey... You should take a rest, you seem tired today," "Yeah..um yeah sorry I'll uh go to my room and get some rest, call me when you need anything." You responded, feeling the awkward tension in the room rise up. Little did you know, your scent was flaring up like crazy, the mix of raspberry jam and cherry blossom was putting off Jeno, the sweet smell of slick was oozing out of your panties, making it awfully hard for Jeno to keep his instincts and not to fuck you senselessly. You scurried off to your room, feeling overwhelmed to the brim. You started researching about random heats, trying to find the reason the sudden neediness. You came across an article about spontaneous heats.

Spontaneous heats-Though rare, there is a phenomenon called Spontaneous Heat, which is when an Omega goes into heat outside of their cycle. The rare cases where it happens include meeting one's perfect match (at which point both heat and rut begin almost immediately)

No way Lee Jeno was destined to be your mate, but you can’t deny he is dreadfully hot, but you definitely didn’t stand a chance to be with him.

All these mix signals are just throwing you over the edge.In spite of that, all you should be worrying right now is about the fact that you’re craving the feeling of Jeno’s dick sliding in and out of you.

You had to find a way to relief the pain, ignoring the fact Jeno is probably outside your room playing video games, you slipped your hand under your panties, stimulating your clit. You bite down on your pillow, trying to muffle your moans.

Jeno was standing outside your room, the scent of a sweet aroma slipping through the door crack is driving him insane. The sound of muffled moans , made it obvious you were touching yourself. The thought of marking you, letting everyone know you’re his. The desire to breed you, filling up your pussy with his cum. How pretty you’ll look when he fucks you until you’re senseless . He feels his body burning, blood rushing to his cock, he couldn’t get you off his mind the entire day, he was just craving to fuck you all day long . Jeno couldn’t hold it anymore, he knew damn way he wanted you, all the pretending was driving him mad.

As you were approaching your high, you closed your eyes and focused on the climax. Yougot so lost in the pleasure, you didn’t even notice that someone was standing in front of your doorway.

"Always so needy for me, having fun without me huh?" You quickly cover yourself, your face burned up in embarrassment, you stared at Jeno and his very prominent erection, the size of his bulge was huge , the sheer thought of it already makes you mouth water, you wondered how it’ll feel in your hand,or even in your tight pussy. “What you looking at?” Jeno interrupts your line of thoughts, but it doesn’t make it better. He's low raspy voice sends chills down your spine. He slowly walks to your bed, kneeling down and staring into your doe-eyes, you quickly turned your head away from his stare, he quickly leans closer, closer to the point you feel his breathe against yours " I asked you y/n, what are you looking at?”. Jeno realises how stupid this is, and pulls away, before you pull him by the collar, his lips crashes into yours, the hunger you both crave for each other is finally getting satisfied, his hands naturally went around your waist as he pulls you closer, goosebumps swarming every part of your body. He pulls away "do you want me to stop?” he asked, trying to reassure you wanted this. You hurriedly answered, longing for more “just the opposite, please” He pushes you on to the bed, now you’re under him.

“Submit yourself,” he demanded, “jeno-” “What did you call me?” he abruptly shouted, making you jolt from the unexpected behaviour. “I’m sorry, al-alpha.” he slowly pulled down your flimsy shorts along with your pink panties, the cold hands made you squirm away from his touch. He quickly put his hands on your hips and pull you in, “Let me take care of you, let me make you feel good, let me make you mine,” he whispers into your ears before he forcefully lifts your head up, now you’re staring at him. He’s eyes filled with lust, the dark orbs felt like they were burning holes in yours. He takes off his shirt, his toned abs, arms bulging with veins, looks just like a wet dream in sight. He spreads your legs further apart, slotting his head between your legs. He started licking your hole, not letting a single drop of slick going to waste, before adding two fingers into your leaking hole, slick dripping to his chin, his nose bumping onto your clit adding the extra sensation, making you moan like crazy. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, taste like mine,”he mumbled, the sound of slurping echoes in your ear, your hand naturally find its way down to his head, you grip firmly on his hair, tugging it slightly letting him know your getting close to your climax. The high he brought you was like shockswaves crashing into you, you arch your back gripping harder onto his hair, you let a breathy gasp as you came all over his face.

“I’m not done with you, yet." His eyes darkened as you reached your hands towards him, freeing his cock out of his confinement, it spring out hitting his abdomen. It was huge, far from the ones you've taken before. He slowly lift your legs up, pushing the tip in you, the stretch was painfully good, you unconsciously clenched around him making him groan, your slick coating his dick making it easier for him to fit. He gave you time to adjust to his length then he slowly thrusted into you. “Fuck- take it like a good omega that you are.” The new feeling of adrenaline came rushing in, your eyes rolled back when he hit the spot that made you see stars. He lets out a low breathy grunt , your creamy velvety walls sucking him in deeper, the tight fit making you feel every inch of him, every single veins dragging in and out of your pussy. He started thrusting in a merciless rhythm, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you roughly, his tongue swirled against yours, the passionate kiss turned into a messy make-out session. His warm lips taking over you, pussy gushing over his dick. "Alpha, I'm close-" you choked out "please, fill me up please.", you feel like time slowed, each thrust felt so sensitive, so good, you feel your vision blurring, the knot in your stomach snapped, you let a long lewd moan as you cum on Jeno's dick. Jeno kept thrusting, ignoring your whines. "Hmm, too much?? Too much for my omega? You were begging for it, you were begging me to fill you up right?? Good girl's keep their promises baby." The sensitivity was too much, you feel your eyes tearing up, you kept clenching on his girth, forming a creamy white ring around the base of his cock.

Jeno used his strength and flip you around, his big hands holding onto your hips, “ass up princess.” You obeyed, feeling a sharp slap on your butt, he swify pushes back in with a one quick thrust. "Plea-se knot- in me al-pha, please, wanna be full of your pups." You pleaded, the thought of being by each other's side everyday, carrying his child, was the best fucking dream ever. "Fuck- You want me to knock you up- huh? Such a slut, such a slut for me. Fuck I'm cumming." He grunted. Jeno grabbed your hair pulling it aside, exposing your bare neck and collarbones, Jeno put his nose on your neck, inhaling your sweet aroma. "Can I mark you- princess, wanna make you mine-" He asked, waiting to get a permission to forever mark you his. "Mark me please, alpha mark me!" Jeno licked the side of your neck, and bit down on it, he licked the blood that was oozing out of the mark. You screamed in pain, but the idea of being his was enough for you to bare the pain. Jeno kept thrusting in you, you feel like your were about to pass out, a new feeling rushed in, not like your typical orgasm. Your now breathy moans echoed the room along with the slapping sound of the skin, you screamed in pleasure as you squirted all over his abs. "S-shit , that was so hot, I'm so close princess." He growled, liquid dripping down your thighs. His thrusts became more sloppy, the raspy low grunts was starting to become smoky moans. You feel his dick twitched in you. He held you closer, gripping onto you harder. With a final push, his knot inflamed, hot white cum covering your walls, you whimpered from the knot's pain. The feeling was way too addictive that you can barely feel the pain now. Jeno lays on you for a few seconds, you can feel his warm breathe against your neck. It took a few seconds for him to recover from his orgasm, he finally broke the silence

"How are you feeling?" He asked genuinely, "Tired and confused...I thought you never liked me..." "Idiot, why would I not like you." "No shit Sherlock, you acted like you hated my guts." You argued

"Well now you're stuck with me forever."

#jeno smut #jeno x reader #nct hard thoughts #lee jeno #jenosjarofjamfics #nct dream smut #nct smut #lee jeno smut #jeno simps

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cassidyandonlycassidy · 3 days

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no one man should have all that power

miguel o'hara x reader

words: 2k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut, NONCON!, RAPE!, size difference (canon, miguel just big as hell), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dark!miguel, p in v sex, threats, mentions of anal, cleaning lady!reader, attempted rape by not miguel/attempted mugging

your focus is half on your phone playing the local news through your headphones, and half on scrubbing down the sink in front of you.

you don't move on until it's spotless. perfectly clean. you're willing to use every tool in your arsenal considering this is your pickiest client.

you are about to spray down the shower and allow the chemicals to soak and do part of the work for you, when the news anchor shifts the conversation.

“and to discuss the issue of spiderman, please welcome nypd captain charleston and queens resident andrea roberts.”

your attention shifts fully to your phone. andrea begins, a sweet looking older lady who explains that spiderman saved her from being mugged. you feel your heart beat faster when they flash images of him on screen, his wide shoulders, dark black and red suit hugging his body and abs.

“and what happens when spiderman begins to ask for something in return? he saves you from being mugged, but then demands a payment. what happens when he starts to use his powers for evil instead of good? we must focus on unmasking him and stopping his crusade of the city. no one man should have all that power.”

you have to reach quickly to shut your phone off, powering down the screen and turning off the captains words as your client enters the bathroom.

“almost done?” she asks, a frown on her overfilled lips, shining with a lipgloss to distract from the fact that her skin is almost painfully stretched.

“yes ma’am.” you nod. “just the shower is left.”

“hmm…” you wait for her to find a critique, even the tiniest speck of dust that you missed, but she's unable to as she sighs dramatically. “i have a party to get to. see yourself out, the door will lock behind you.”

“and payment?” you hate having to ask just from the way her eyes turn dark, clearly annoyed with your questions, and while she may be one of your worst clients, she's also one of your best paying.

“on the kitchen counter.” she says before turning on her bright red heels and stomping away.

you sigh and turn your phone back on, frowning when you realize the spiderman coverage is already over before turning your attention to the shower.

you're whistling to yourself as you head home, needing the music to keep you from deciding to just pass out on the nearest bench, and you don't dare put your headphones in after the sun has set.

a full day of cleaning apartments from the elite of the city, and now you have to head back to your tiny one.

you clutch your tote bag further into your side, knowing there's cash from the few clients who refuse to prepay with a credit card until they see the work you've done, despite never leaving a client unsatisfied.

“hey pretty lady.” you're used to the cat calls, so you just keep walking past the man, not acknowledging him even when you hear him push off the wall and follow you, footsteps heavy and far too close for your liking.

“i said hey!” he shouts, voice turning aggressive. you look around, but there's no one else on the empty street but a few distant cars. “bitch, you gonna be nice and say hello back?”

the man grips your shoulder and forces your feet to stop. your eyes widen as you come face to face with him, his eyes furious and breath smelling of alcohol.

“hello.” you whisper out, hoping that's all it will take for him to leave you alone, but of course it's not as he shoves you into the dark alley between two apartment buildings.

“since you wanna be a bitch, you can get on your knees and suck my dick.” he's too strong as he shoves you down onto your knees, roughly hitting the pavement as you cry out, hoping someone hears you.

“and you can give me all your money too, whore.”

“now that's not a way to talk to a woman.”

the voice makes both of you jump as you turn to see spiderman emerge out of the shadows, even taller than you pictured him.

the drunk man scatters before spiderman can get any closer.

“th-thank you, spiderman.” you know you must sound pathetic right now, voice breathy and still on your knees as he steps closer.

when his hand reaches down, you don't hesitate to place your hand in his and allow him to pull you to your feet.

“are you alright?” his voice is soft and smooth like butter and it makes you swoon even more.

“thanks to you.” you know you're blushing as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, one hand still clasped in his.

“and what about thanks?” spiderman leans down. “would you give me a kiss to thank me?”

“i-yes.” you don't think about what it means as the area around his mouth and chin disintegrates, showing off his strong jaw and plump lips.

despite him being almost bent over, you still have to raise yourself onto your tiptoes to press your lips against his.

the kiss that you meant to be soft and sweet is quickly intensified as he pulls you up, arms wrapping around you to hold you effortlessly in the air as his mouth devours yours.

“wait!” you pull away, eyes widening when you realize that at some point the rest of the disguise covering his face has also been pulled away.

he's even more handsome than you could have imagined. perfect cheekbones leading to a strong nose, his eyes big and brown, showing all the intensity behind them.

“what?” he huffs out, annoyed that the kiss ended so soon.

“i-i don't even know your name.” you admit shyly. while you're alright with giving spiderman a soft kiss as a thank you, you're not sure how you feel about the hot and heavy make out session.

“im spiderman, isn't that enough?” he frowns at you, wishing you would just shut up so he can do as he pleases.

“i-”

spiderman leans back in, attacking your lips with his. you don't know what to do, your feet are so far off the ground, and his arms are holding you so tight to his defined chest.

you relax and just allow it to happen, allow his mouth to press kiss after kiss against yours.

you let out a gasp when spidermans hand grips your chest, shifting your weight to one arm around your waist.

the open mouth allows his tongue to push inside, dominating the kiss in a whole new way as his palm rubs against your boobs.

“i-” you try to pull away, but to no avail as he's not willing to let you out of the kiss.

spiderman moves until your back is pressed against the brick wall, his other hand dropping to your ass, holding you up that way instead.

his hand is so big, fingers stretching so far that he only has to press a bit more between your thighs to be against your pussy.

“how else are you gonna thank me, pretty?” he asks, finally letting you take a deep breath, his hand still squeezing your tits over your shirt.

“i don't want to do this anymore!” you squeal out now that you're able to talk.

“what?” his voice turns dark. “i saved you and you don't want to thank me?”

“i just want to go home!” you plead. you know there's no point in screaming or trying to run.

“not until you give me a proper thank you.” he growls out. “but since im feeling nice tonight, ill let you choose. should i fuck you or settle just for you sucking me off?”

“you can't do this!” you try to wiggle out of his hold, but he's too strong.

“i can. who is gonna stop me?” the chuckle that escapes his mouth sounds like pure evil.

“i know what you look like! ill tell everyone. ill go to the news, to the police-”

“you think they'll believe you? im spiderman. i rule this city.” he shakes his head like he's disappointed in you for even mentioning it.

“but-” he continues on. “since you've taken so long to answer, ill just have to fuck you.”

you manage to get out one yell, one shout, one plead for no before spidermans mouth is back on yours.

his hand does move to cup your pussy, thick fingers sliding against your core. you feel your pussy wetten from the movements, traitorous and betraying your true intentions.

you whimper against his lips as your pants are ripped away along with your underwear, literally tearing them easily off your body.

he must have disintegrated or called back part of his suit, you have no idea how the technology works, and you certainly have no interest in figuring it out now as you feel his cock slide through your folds.

spiderman has to pull away to slide you lower, your back moving down the brick wall as his strong hands guide your hips until his cock is against your entrance, poking in.

“you're- you're too big.” you try again to plead with him. “you'll tear me in half.”

he just shrugs, a smirk even twitching at the corner of his lips as he pushes you down, hips rising up to sink you down onto his cock.

you cry out, head falling back as he continues to move, feeling like it's never ending as he continues to split your insides to make room for him.

“shit!” spiderman shouts out. “you're so tight.”

you want to say it's because you're not turned on, that you don't truly want this, but you don't want to anger him even more as his hips begin to thrust up into you.

you cry out, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. it's not as painful after a minute, your pussy adjusting to his length and girth as he fucks you without abandon.

spiderman steps away from the wall and switches so his back is pressed against it as he begins to move you up and down, using you as he would a toy to pleasure himself, but instead of thrusting into plastic, he's pushing repeatedly into your cunt.

you lean forward, hands balancing against his defined chest, needing the stability as your body is forced into taking his cock.

“please!” you cry out.

“quit crying or it'll get worse.” you're not sure how it could get worse until the hand on his hip moves, moving between your ass cheeks and pressing a finger against your other hole.

“im sorry.” you quickly say, looking up in fear that just spews spiderman faster, pumping you up and down without even breaking a sweat.

“so warm and wet.” he smiles down. “are you sure you don't want this?”

you stay silent, hoping the experience ends soon as you feel his cock swelling inside of you, pushing against your walls.

“you gonna cum with me?” he asks, other hand reaching to swirl around your clit. you wish his rough fingertip didn't feel so good against your sensitive bud.

“i don't want to.” you whimper out, entire body slumping forward as you struggle to remain in control, feeling your hips begin to shake and the way your cunt clenches around his length.

“you're gonna. come on.” the bouncing, the movement of your body up and down and the way you're practically speared onto his cock is all too much as you let out a squeal, cumming hard just as spiderman does as well, shooting his seed inside of you, feeling like it's right into your womb from how deep it is.

“oh, fuck.” he moans out. “now that was a good thank you.”

he pulls you off his cock and places you back onto the ground where your legs instantly crumple, landing in a heap against the concrete.

“don't forget your bag.” spiderman kicks your tote bag that had fallen off your shoulder towards you, spewing the cash all over the ground.

you look up at him, fear no longer in your eyes, replaced with anger and disgust. you know nothing will happen to him, but from this moment on, taking down spiderman will be your only goal.

no one man should have all that power.

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ms--lobotomy · 2 days

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Man. I was going to write more of the Mertarion fic but uh. Uh. I have fleas,. Help they are coming for you too

Summary: Typhus mashes genitals with his perpetual test subject.

Word Count: 1200

Content Warnings: SMUT, needles, captive reader, I'm going to hell for this one, probably stockholm syndrome or something, oh this is FILTHY filthy, death but you're a perpetual so you're fine, tentacles, overstimulation, impact play,

Image Credit: @squishyowl (sorry)

You couldn't die. You'd figured that one out long ago, when he'd first stolen you away, and it wouldn't do you well to repeat that incident, would it? You'd missed your home planet, and the diseases that he'd given you were painful and ugly (to say the least,) but when he'd rewarded you for being such a good girl for him? When those gauntlets traced your bare skin, when his mouth found his way onto yours and you tasted nothing less than the sickening sweetness of overripe fruit?

You'd grown to love him.

You'd heard the shifting of his armor long before he announced his presence. Ceramite ground against defiled ceramite as he slowly sauntered his way in, calling out your name not long after. It sent shivers down your spine, the way he said it. You were stark naked on the ground of your cell, ever bashful about showing your bare skin. It was all the better to study you with.

"Typhus," you choked out, the window of your cell caked in slime and viscera. It wasn't a clean room, not by any stretch of the imagination.

He fumbled with the key to your cell before swinging the door wide open. You didn't think to escape, it wasn't something on your mind. Not now. The needle he carried in his hand was delicate against him, a small glass thing with a clear liquid in it.

"Stand up for me," he barked. "I'm not going to be able to reach you unless you stand."

You stood up. Although his face was obscured by his helmet, you could tell how his eyes were roving the contours of your body. He knelt down, his corroded gauntlet hard against soft flesh as he lined up the needle with your neck with his other hand. You felt tears form in your eyes as he inserted the needle into you. Your arms fell to his shoulders as he gripped your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. Even kneeling, he was still taller.

He suddenly released you as he stood up. You keeled over on the ground, grasping at your chest. Typhus chuckled.

"I love how you look when you struggle against me," he said, sitting down on the ground. "So weak, so helpless. Do tell me how you are feeling?"

You keeled over, trying to choke out any semblance of a word as you felt the skin on your neck crystallize. You felt the hardened skin as it spread over the rest of your body, freezing you in place. Your heart froze in your chest, but your brain was still running rapidly, taking in everything for the time being. This wasn't the worst, per se, but it would be nice if you could turn your brain off for a bit.

Typhus stood up, looming over you. "Feeling funny?" he asked. You were still as a statue. There was no blood circulating into your brain, there was no oxygen being delivered. He watched intently as you faded out, slowly but surely. Somewhere along the way he removed his helmet, revealing half of a face. The other half looked withered off, a battered skull remaining. He left his helmet on the ground, absolutely fascinated with watching the disease wreak its havoc.

As soon as you faded away, the crystals on your body began to recede back into your neck before disappearing for good. You inhaled sharply, shivering profusely as he put his corroded gauntlet to the back of your neck.

"I would have died," you muttered, looking away from him.

"You should be used to it by now," he replied. "I almost can't believe someone so fragile would still be around."

"I can't leave," you sighed.

Typhus chuckled. "You're catching on," he said, his other finger brushing your slightly opened lips. "So soft, so fragile. All mine," he said. "Ready for your reward?" He left no time for you to respond, pressing his mouth to yours.

You let out a slight mmph! as you felt his tongue part your lips, tasting yet again of overdue fruit. You relented, wrapping your arms around his neck. Arms and other appendages roamed your body, with a tentacle surrounding your nipple and squeezing.

"Nngh-!" you cried as he bit your bottom lip, chewing lazily. He chuckled into you as one of his tentacles found its way between your legs, rubbing slowly at your apex. His hands were at your bottom, squeezing roughly before one left for a brief moment before he struck you there.

You cried out again, your nude form collapsing in on his rough armor. He chuckled as you regained your composure, hands on his shoulders as he squeezed you and rubbed between your legs.

"Sensitive?" he asked, rubbing the area he struck on you with his hand.

"There's a lot going on--" you whimpered. You grinded on him without thinking to, and he chuckled again.

"Oh, you're so desperate for me, my little lab rat," he said, his voice dry and menacing. "So desperate. I want to hear you say it."

Your voice caught in your throat as you clenched around him. You came on him, hard and wet. The noises coming out of you were incomprehensible at best. He smirked, moving his armored hand so that it cupped your face.

"That's not good enough," he whispered into you. "I want you to tell me how desperate you are."

"I need you," you whimpered softly, "I need you and I don't care-- nngh, how. Gods, I'm so desperate..."

Typhus was already undoing his codpiece. When you were finished, he tackled you to the ground, pinning your wrists down. "That's a good girl," he muttered, grinding on you. "Good girl, my good little lab rat..."

You squealed as he found his way into you, stretching you out further on him. His gaze on you was intense, and his grip was no less so. "Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted as his hips started to buck. "So tight around me, I could break you so many times and you would come back ready for more."

You grabbed for the back of his neck, pulling him down towards you. He smirked, pressing another rough kiss to your lips. His tentacles were still wrapped around you; squeezing your nipples, rubbing your clit, keeping you in place. You shivered before you came again on him, loud and hard. "Typhus..." you murmured against his lips as he pulled away. "Typhus, please, more..."

He bucked his hips harder, sending waves of sensation throughout your body. He grit his teeth, fucking you senseless for what seemed like hours before he finished inside of you, blowing his load into you. You let out a sharp cry as he filled you up. Sticky liquid trickled down your legs, pooling on the floor. Both of you were panting.

Typhus picked you up, guiding you to the corner of the cell before he sat down. He brought you down on him, wrapping his arms around you. "Had your fill?" he asked, running his hands up and down you.

"For now," you said, leaning back into him.

"There will be more," he said, holding you close.

Taglist: @bispecsual@justeverythingnothingelse@bleedingichorhearts @nekotaetae@historitor-bookshelf

#im a bit of a coward so i didnt go as far into the degradation this time. oh well. also i feel bad not giving the reader SOME aftercare #warhammer 40k x reader #space marine x reader #typhus the traveler x reader #typhus the traveler #reader insert #dude i am not even sorry for this one #have fun!#also this was my 420th post #very fitting imo

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 2 days

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How about...i love when in your fics you have Ed realizing that his trans body is hot and awesome and he doesn't need to apologize for his body. More of that please

Stede was almost too sweet, sometimes.

See, Ed had been in the gay dating scene as a trans man for long enough to know how to temper his expectations. He'd warned Stede upfront, told him that he knew his body wasn't what a lot of guys were looking for, and Stede had been nothing but wonderful about it. He told Ed he was beautiful.

And, sometimes, it just felt like he was laying it on a bit thick.

Ed liked a lot of his body. His face was great. He'd really lucked out in the jawline department. Nice arms. But there were...look, he'd been on T for decades, he knew he looked like a man. He looked in the mirror and he saw himself. But there was still a limit, alright?

And now, laying his head on Stede's shoulder as they basked together in the afterglow, the way Stede's thumb kept petting worshipfully over Ed's hip as he told him how handsome he was became too much.

"Dude," Ed whispered, gently taking Stede's wrist to move his hand away, mourning the loving touch even as he resigned himself to the loss of it, "you don't have to touch me like that."

Stede frowned, easing up on one elbow to look at him properly. "What's the matter? Did you not like it? Shit, Ed, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, you didn't hurt me." Ed shifted onto his side, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're alright. You're fine. You just...y'know, you don't have to pretend. It's alright."

He must've said something wrong, because Stede's mouth opened in absolute horror.

"Ed," Stede gasped, "do you think I'm just pretending to appreciate your body?"

Ed shrugged. "It's alright. I get it."

"Oh, no, this will not do," Stede declared, sitting up properly, and Ed blinked up at him. "Sweet man, your body is perfect."

"It's actually not," Ed started.

"I don't want to minimize how you feel," Stede said, holding out a hand and smiling softly when Ed immediately nuzzled his cheek into his palm, "but your body is beautiful. I swear, Ed, if I hadn't known I was attracted to men before, I think you would've shocked me into the realization."

Ed's mouth worked uselessly for a moment. "You can't mean that."

"I can, and I do," Stede said, nodding, obviously pleased with himself when Ed couldn't help his tiny smile. "Can I...?"

"Touch me, please," Ed whispered.

Stede gently worked him over onto his back, and he kissed him, his hands running adoringly down Ed's body.

"I love your chest," Stede whispered into his mouth, a thumb brushing over Ed's nipple just hard enough to make him whine before his fingers traced over the long, swooping scar under his chest. "And Ed? Honestly, precious, I lose time thinking about licking you here."

He did just that, then, glancing up to wink at him, and Ed's eyes fluttered shut in bliss.

"Your tummy," Stede said next, gently brushing his fingertips through Ed's happy trail, "is perfect. Soft and warm and perfect."

His hands rested on Ed's hips next. "I love holding you here!"

When Ed spread his thighs eagerly on Stede's way down, Stede just let his palms rest on his inner thighs, looking down at him like he really was something precious. "You're so soft here."

Ed wasn't sure if he truly believed in all that love yet. But he wasn't about to call his boyfriend a liar, and he had the feeling Stede would keep telling him until it felt like the truth.

For the first time, as Ed stood next to Stede in the bathroom that night, watching his own smile as he and Stede brushed their teeth side-by-side, he was able to look at his hips, his chest, his tummy, and see something desirable. For the first time, it was easy to see himself with compassion.

#literally clapping and cheering when i saw this prompt come in #pccp's kidney stone fics #ofmd

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themoonchildwhofell · 3 days

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all my ghosts

pairing: Farleigh Start x reader

content/warnings: fluff (im so sorry guys), pretty fast paced lol

summary: HC of a healthy farleigh x reader relationship (thank fucking god)

note: really wanted to write farleigh finding a nice partner that helps him with his trauma lol. possibly post saltburn. I'm so sorry my dudes. I really am a sucker for fluff! still based off of a Lizzy Mcalpine song.

"'Cause I hate all of my habits but I happen to love you."

Farleigh met you at a 7/11 near the place he works at. He's pretty bummed about not having to go to Oxford as well as fully disconnecting from the old life he had.

It was exactly July 11th. He remembered because you got a free slurpie at the convenient store.

You looked good for someone who was staying up due to an exam. You finally decided to claim that free slurpie they had since sugar wakes you up.

Farleigh, on the other hand, was just exploring the place. He didn't really want to stay at his mum's place. So he decided to get his own place.

He didn't really want to go out that night. It was a not-so-impulsive decision due to the fact that his case of cigarettes were all out.

The fluorescent lights weren't really giving you justice. As well as the bags under your eyes but who cares? You really need to pass this math exam tomorrow.

He approached you being the extrovert that he is and asked for your name and number. His excuse was to tour him around since it was his first time back at the States. (he was already living there for 3 weeks)

You agreed to tour him around. Praying that he wasn't a murderer of some sort.

You two went out the very next day to "tour" him around. At the end of the day, he did ask if this was a date.

"No. But maybe we can set a proper one?" you suggested.

He liked that. It means he gets to see you again.

Months pass and you both seem to connect really well.

The relationship progresses to you both being a couple.

Everything felt great. There was the usual fights, of course. I mean Farleigh is kind of a diva. You expected him to be annoying at times.

But most of the time, he's the loveliest.

It's the same with Farleigh as well. He loves your company. You make him feel good and sane. Especially after all the loss he experienced.

There are times that he feels like you're too good for him especially with all the baggage he has. All the trauma from Saltburn and his cousins passing.

These trauma did manifest some bad habits that he's actively fighting. But it helps him when he thinks that he might have a lot of ghosts with him haunting every piece of him left in Saltburn; He still has you.

Dates with him are always unpredictable. You both tried to do cocktails once at his apartment but failed. You both decided to just drink the wine and eat all the fruit.

You also tried cooking. Which was fun and messy. But the mac and cheese was good. He was really convinced that he could make a better mac and cheese than Gordon Ramsey. You giggled at how adorable he was and agreed. That night ended in a sink full of dirty dishes, slow dancing to Master & A Hound by Gregory Alan Isakov and tiny sweet kisses.

Sometimes, you both try clubbing. But end up going home early to just drink at home and watch some movie or have sex.

You both tried to finish two bottles of brandy one time.

"You really think you can beat me at drinking?" Farleigh smirked.

"Fuck! I'm 3 shots deep, my boy. And I feel sober." You we're not. You both didn't finish the bottles of brandy. And he had to carry you to bed.

"You know... I'm pretty drunk right now. But I really love you, Farleigh. You and all your ghosts." You passed out right after. He did say he loved you too. But he'll probably just repeat it once you both are sober. That was the first time you both said I love you.

You had the realization that you'd want to spend the rest of your life with him one Saturday morning. You both we're on the couch watching Bluey. You made him watch Bluey because at first he didn't want to since it's a kids show. But he saw the one episode with Chili and it really stuck with him.

He was laughing at a particular scene when he said. "I think we're like them. Chili and Bandit."

You stared at him. "Yeah. I guess so." It kinda dawned on you how compatible you both are. How you can live like this for the rest of your life.

He had the realization that he wanted to marry you the time you we're at his mom's home celebrating Christmas. You were helping with decorating the tree. He decided to quickly grab the star at the top of the cupboard in the hallway. While going back to the living room, he saw you sweaty, with your tongue out and concentrating on placing the lights on the tree. He realized he has never felt happier than that exact moment. He would love to spend every christmas decorating trees with you.

#archie madekwe #farleigh start x reader #farleigh start #farleigh x reader #farleigh saltburn

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foxaftershocks · 2 days

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Not sure if you're still taking prompts but if you are may I politely request what lars would do for your anniversary in the ghost boy series 👀 (your writing is so good btw 💕)

Such a polite request gets a polite bit of writing. (I don't think it's that polite but I think it's fun).

“What’s this?”

A box was sitting on your desk, a red rose laying across the white surface. It had appeared in the short time it had taken for you to go get another cup of coffee, caffeine necessary to get through the rest of your work. Lars was sitting in your chair, looking a touch smug at your surprise.

“Something I hope you’re going to wear tonight,” he replied.

“Is this lingerie, ghost boy?” you asked, stepping between his parted legs, “are you hoping to get lucky tonight?”

You loved flustering him. He did not disappoint. Twinkling eyes above pink cheeks, lips pulling up in a self conscious smile, he was a picture you could stare at forever.

“It’s a dress,” he replied, “a nice one.”

One of your hands gently curled around the nape of his neck, enjoying the way his chin had to tip up to look at you. Playing with his hair, a rumble went through his chest, almost like a pur. One thing you’d learnt about Lars Pinfield in the last year was that he loved having his hair played with. His hand landed on your waist, thumb running in a comforting circle.

“Are we going out tonight?” you asked.

“I’m not ruining the surprise,” he said, blinking his eyes open.

His face was so soft, expression full of love. It was a new one, one you were still growing used to. He usually kept it behind a mask, not wanting to let the others see it. It was a privilege to see him so open, so vulnerable.

“Alright, I’ll wear your dress, ghost boy,” you said, leaning down to give him a chaste kiss, “keep your secrets. Mystery is sexy.”

“You already find me sexy,” he said.

“I dunno.” You squinted down at him, “you’re kind of a nerd.”

He pinched your hip and you laughed, leaning down to kiss him again.

“Alright, I think you’re the sexiest man alive,” you said, “even more than George Clooney.”

“I knew it.”

The flush of pride on his cheeks had you pressing a kiss to his cheek. There was something about him that brought out a soft side to you, playful and joyful and all you wanted was to drown in him.

“I’ll meet you at home,” he said, rising from your chair.

The brush of lips against your temple was his parting goodbye and you glowed as you sat at your desk. Raising the rose to your nose, you inhaled the sweet scent. At times, Lars could surprise you with how romantic he could be.

Watching the clock tick down, it didn’t matter how much caffeine you consumed, there was no getting through all your work. Stupid nerd with his ability to distract you with his mystery. You were spending too much time thinking about him, wondering what he had planned.

The moment the clock ticked over to five you were out of your chair, collecting your stuff and making your way out of the lab. You didn’t see Lars at his usual station, only making the gnawing need to know growing larger.

He wasn’t in the apartment when you got there. You checked every room to make sure. There was no hint of what was to come or what he had planned. There was nothing to point you in the right direction. All you could do was slip into the dress he’d bought you.

Red silk brushed your skin, clinging to your curves in a way that made you feel breathless. Turning in the mirror, looking at the way your body looked, it made you smile wide. You loved it. You felt beautiful.

Sitting in front of the mirror, you did your best to do makeup that matched, a cat eye and a red lip. It had been a while since you’d had reason to wear such a look. You had to hope it was appropriate for whatever he had planned. If only he’d told you.

You pulled out the door, expecting to wait for him to return him. You weren’t expecting for your tiny living room to be strung in fairy lights, a small table covered in a white tablecloth in the centre of the room drawing your attention. Your breath caught, heart fluttering.

“Wait, no, hang on.”

Lars slid into view, raising a hand to cover your eyes before you could look at him properly. You laughed, letting him blind you to whatever he was doing. He let out a huff and you were sure he was looking perfectly annoyed at you.

“You weren’t meant to be ready yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you laughed, “I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Good. It was meant to be a surprise,” he said.

“Can I look yet, ghost boy?” you asked, raising one hand to curl your fingers around his wrist.

“No,” he snapped, “back in the bedroom until I call for you.”

“So demanding,” you sighed but you smiled up at where you knew his face was to ease the sting.

“I just need another twenty minutes,” he said.

His lips pressed to yours, fleeting, there and then gone again before you were pushed back a step into the bedroom again. The door slammed closed, leaving you alone once again, staring at a closed door.

With a roll of your eyes you took a seat on the side of the bed. Straining your ears, you couldn’t hear him, not even a small sound. You eased your heels off, an idea coming to you. On tiptoes, you crept towards the door, pressing your ear to it, trying to hear him. You gave it a few minutes before you eased the door open, just a crack, peeking out.

The lights were twinkling and something smelled delicious. Pushing the door open more, you stepped out again, keeping as quiet as possible. Lars was in the kitchen, his back to you, not even humming under his breath like he usually would. He was in what looked like a suit, an apron over the top protecting him from whatever her was making. You crept towards him on silent feet.

Slipping your arms around his waist you felt him stiffen. You pressed your face between his shoulder blades, tightening your arms.

“You’re meant to be in the bedroom,” he said.

“While I do enjoy being in there, I prefer when you’re in there with me, ghost boy,” you replied, trying to diffuse any anger before it could build.

“I’m trying to surprise you,” he grumbled, sounding frustrated.

“I appreciate the attempt but you saw me looking all sexy in this dress you bought me and didn’t even seem to notice,” you said, chiding him.

He gently pried your arms from around him, turning to look at you. His gaze swept over your body, lingering in an appreciative way.

“You’re beautiful, darling,” he said, “you’re so beautiful.”

“There ya go,” you said, pushing up onto your toes to kiss him.

His arm curled around your waist, holding you against him and you were sure he was done being annoyed by you. At least for the night. You drew back, lowering back to your feet, his arm still around you.

“You’re looking pretty handsome yourself there, ghost boy,” you said.

You loved the way his cheeks always seemed to flush when you openly admired him.

“I’m trying to cook you dinner,” he said, head dipping towards you.

“I’m not stopping you.” You stepped back from him, “I’ll just be over here watching you.”

“You’ll… why?” he asked.

“You’re pretty sexy when you cook,” you replied, pushing yourself up onto the counter.

He paused for a moment before a smug look settled on his face. He turned back to the stove and you let yourself admire him. Some days you were shocked you’d gotten so lucky to get someone like him in your life. Even if the beginning was a bit rocky.

He looked over your shoulder, catching you watching him. You smiled, realising you could see your lipstick smudged over his lips. You crooked a finger at him, tempting him closer. He stepped towards you, eyes sweeping over you again and you could feel yourself heat under his gaze.

“Such a mess,” you said, thumb swiping over his bottom lip.

He caught it between his teeth, pressing down for just a moment.

“Careful,” you warned, “you keep on like that and we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“But I have such a nice evening planned for you,” he said.

“Then stop being so irresistible.”

He chuckled, drawing back from you to finish up his work. You grinned to yourself, watching him with an appreciative eye. Sometimes you felt like a teenager, not able to get enough of him. He caught your eye when he glanced back.

“Stop it,” he said.

“Stop what?” you asked.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said.

“Can’t I admire my handsome boyfriend?” you asked.

“Not if you want to eat tonight,” he replied.

“Maybe I want dessert before dinner,” you said, shooting him a wink.

“Stop it,” he said again.

You laughed, and he softened, turning back to the stove. You slipped from the counter, coming to stand beside him, not able to stop yourself from being close to him. You constantly fell into his gravity, like magnets you were drawn to him.

“I thought I gave you instructions,” he said.

“When have I ever done what you tell me, ghost boy?” you replied.

“You seem to enjoy following my instructions when I’m making you orgasm over and over again,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Well, that’s different,” you said, “I get something out of that.”

“You’ll get something out of this if you’ll just give me a minute,” he grumbled.

You caught his chin, pulling him down until you could press a kiss to his cheek. With your thumb you wiped away the smudged red lipstick you’d left behind. His smile was beleaguered, like he was putting up with your antics but you could see the naughty twinkle in his eye.

You slipped away from him again, giving him the space he needed to finish up with dinner. It only took him another minutes before he was plating up. You watched him walk past with both plates, your favourite meal floating past. You followed, not even thinking about it, mouth watering.

He held your chair out for you, ever the gentleman, before he poured you both a glass of wine. Taking his own seat across from you, he hit a button on a remote, soft classical music playing through the tiny apartment. He raised his glass to you and you followed suit.

“What are we toasting to?” you asked.

“To the best year of my life, and to the love of my life,” he said.

You weren’t used to him being so sincere.

“Are you getting all sentimental on me, ghost boy?” you asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “I believe I am.”

“I love you.”

It was clear he would never grow tired of you saying it. The smile on his face was bright and you could feel yourself falling for him even more. Your foot brushed his leg under the table and you felt him lean into the touch.

“To us,” you said.

“To us,” he repeated, clinking his glass against yours.

You took a sip, gazing at him, feeling sentimental yourself. You still couldn’t get over how lucky you were that he chose you and continued to choose you every single day.

“Go on, dig in,” he said, nodding towards the food.

Your first bite brought a moan to your lips. Lars had obviously kept just how good of a cook he was from you. There was a brightness in his eyes, one that promised you that wouldn’t be the only time you moaned that night.

“Sweetheart, this is amazing,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said.

He always reacted in the sweetest way when you complimented him. You made a mental note to give him more. The way he reacted made you want to do nothing but shower him in them. Perhaps he hadn’t heard enough of them in the past.

“Maybe you should do more of the cooking from now on,” you teased.

“I don’t know about that,” he said but he softened before your very eyes, “I still think you’re better in the kitchen than I am.”

“We could do it together,” you suggested, brushing your foot against his leg again.

“I’d like that,” he said, voice soft, smile softer.

You settled into silence for a while, enjoying the meal. He was watching you, a candle lit on the table between the two of you, another single rose in a glass vase in the middle of the table. You reached over, taking his hand, pulling it up to kiss his fingertips. You could watch the way he melted from your actions. He might not say it, but he absolutely responded so positively to physical affection, even if he wasn’t always the best at initiating it.

“You slipped out of work before I left today,” you said, “usually I have to drag you out of there.”

“I had some things to buy,” he said.

“You didn’t want to go out?” You were curious about it, why he’d opted for a home cooked meal over taking you somewhere.

“I wanted you all to myself,” he replied, “did I choose wrong?”

The way his eyebrows drew together made your heart fill with fondness, the worry so apparent. You pressed another kiss to him hand.

“This is perfect,” you said.

“Really?” He really wanted to know.

“I don’t have to beat the other women away from you if I have you locked up in my tower,” you said, offering him a half smile.

He ducked his head. He still didn’t seem to quite understand the effect he had on the internet, the clamouring from people to see him on the socials. You’d tried to explain that he was the handsome face the women wanted to see and he always brushed it off that it was about the science. You kind of loved that he was so oblivious to his own deliciousness. He was all yours, and while sometimes you had to deal with other women wanting him, you’d never noticed his eye straying for even a moment.

“Besides, if we’re here we can do this,” he said, recovering himself.

He stood, offering you one hand. You took it, letting him pull you to his feet. He placed your hand on his shoulder, taking the other in a gentle hold. His arm curled around your waist and he slowly swayed to the music playing. You felt yourself melting. He’d never been this romantic with you. Your hand slid along his shoulder to curl around the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I really do love you, darling,” he said.

“I know you do, ghost boy,” you said, “and I love you too.”

“Thank god for that,” he sighed.

You laughed, pressing your face to his shoulder. He held you closer, still swaying, lips brushing against your temple. He hummed along, the vibrations in his chest buzzing against you. Listening to him, you realised you’d never been so comfortable with another person. You could have stayed there forever and been happy.

“You’ve done amazingly tonight,” you said, muffled against his suit jacket.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it,” he said.

“You could have planned a night at the most boring lecture on microbes and I would have enjoyed it if you were there,” you said, “but this is definitely better. Don’t take me to a boring lecture on microbes.”

“Not even if they’re ghost microbes?” he asked.

“Oh god, you want to take me to a boring lecture on ghost microbes,” you groaned, burying your face against his chest.

“I suppose I could see if Phoebe wanted to go,” he mused.

“You’re awful,” you laughed, hitting his chest, “take Phoebe. Then come home and tell me all about it. I’d much rather listen to you than some stuffy old professor.”

“Whatever you want, darling,” he said, lips pressing to your temple again.

“Now, do you want your present?” you asked.

“You got me something?” He brightened again.

“Kind of. You’ll reap the benefits of it,” you said.

His eyes dragged down your body, obvious intrigue in his eyes. You grinned, pushing up onto your toes to kiss him again. You weren’t sure you’d ever stop kissing him if you had your way.

“I have one last surprise for you,” he murmured against your lips.

“Lars,” you sighed, but a happy sigh, “you’re spoiling me.”

“I am,” he confirmed, rummaging for something hidden amongst the couch cushions.

“I don’t deserve this,” you said.

“You don’t even know what it is,” he replied.

“I meant all of it.”

He turned, holding out a box to you. You reached for it, unsure what was hidden inside, but like a kid one Christmas, anticipation was building. Opening it, you felt your breath catch. A diamond stared up at you, encased in a small circle of rose gold, hanging from a chain. It was like a star, caught in the palm of your hand.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“You remember that meteorite that we followed a few months ago?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said, “I got some pretty cool content from it. People loved seeing you in the field, ghost boy.” “Hush.” He lent down, kissing you to shut you up. It was successful.

After you’d forgotten what you’d been saying he drew back, smirking down at you as if he knew exactly how much you wanted him. He definitely did. You didn’t keep it a secret how hot you found him.

“After we brought that meteorite back to the lab to analyse, I found this diamond embedded in it. It’s from space and and I thought it was perfect for you because you are the guiding star of my life, and shine so bright,” he said, gently taking the necklace from the box in your hand.

His fingers brushed the skin of your throat, securing the diamond around your neck. You touched it, featherlight, finding it nestled between your collarbones. He traced the chain and you shivered, looking up into his eyes, head bowed towards you.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” you asked, feeling breathless.

“Probably were a saint in another life,” he replied, “or maybe you saw how brilliant I was and told the entire world until I stopped being an idiot and saw I wasn’t the only brilliant one in the lab.” “Probably that second one,” you said, wrinkling your nose at him.

“I’m just trying to show you how special you are,” he said, going back to being serious, “do you know how special you are?”

“I’m beginning to realise it,” you replied.

“Happy anniversary, darling,” he whispered.

“Happy anniversary, ghost boy,” you replied.

You sealed the moment with a kiss.

#lars pinfield #lars pinfield imagine #lars pinfield x reader #request #anon

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carcarpodium · 2 days

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i've been thinking a LOT about a carcar coffee shop au so i wrote this, hope you guys like it :)

It's really cold outside, there are just a few people out there and looks like it's about to rain, the coffee shop is almost empty except by few people hanging out but it doesn't seem like someone else is gonna enter soon, not even Carlos.

And once again Oscar is thinking about Carlos, it's been 5 days since last time he saw him, it's not that he's so obsessed to count the days he doesn't seen Carlos, that's just a simple coincidence. Logan tells him all the time he's acting like he has a crush on Carlos but he knows well he doesn't have a stupid crush on Carlos, he just thinks Carlos is a nice guy that is very goodlooking with his big brown eyes and big eyelashes, his big nose with freckles, his big lips, his beautiful long and fluffy hair, and his cute spanish accent, nothing else more, just that.

He hasn't known Carlos for too long, but he already knows the days and time he comes to the coffee shop and what he orders; an espresso, Oscar thinks that is outrageous to drink an espresso and even more so because he thinks Carlos is too sweet to drink that, but any way he always has Carlos' order ready, so everytime he comes he doesn't have to wait too much, call it whatever you wanna call it, Oscar just thinks it's more practical that way and he's sure Carlos appreciates that because he always leaves big tips in the jar, it's a win win situation.

"Stop pining over Carlos, Oscar, you look kinda pathetic." Logan came from nowhere scaring him, was he so lost thinking about Carlos to not notice Logan wasn't in the back anymore?

"I'm not pining over anyone, Okay? I'm just really bored, mind your own business mate." He rolls his eyes and turns back to do anything to keep him busy and in fact stop thinking about Carlos, but it's not just that, the day was really boring with such a cold weather, too cold that people doesn't want to buy a coffee.

"Don't lie to me, you have been so low since 5 days ago that happens to be the last time Carlos came here, I'm not dumb."

"How do you know Carlos hasn't been here since 5 days ago?"

"I can read your mind." Oscar looks back at him without any expression. "Just kidding, I heard you yaping about it in the back, you're not quiet at all."

"Fuck."

"The next time he comes you should ask for his number and text him, you've got nothing to lose, mate. It's really exhausting seeing you pining over him all the time."

"I've got nothing to lose? Have you seen him? He's so attractive, of course he's not gonna give me a second look."

"Yeah, I have seen him but I have seen you too, you're attractive, man, more the type cute but you're definitely attractive enough to catch his eye, you should try it."

"I'm not sure i like him enough to do that and..."

"Oh, quit laming, look who's here!"

Oscar turns around and looks at the front door where Carlos is already walking to, he's wearing a beanie and a puffy jacket and Oscar thinks he's never looked so adorable before, if he were insane he would've already ran to hug him, but he's not, he just smiles back at Carlos once Carlos notices him and feels already over the moon.

"Hi Oscar!" Carlos smiles at him and Oscar notices his cheeks are red by the cold, yup, he's definitely never looked so adorable before.

"Hi Carlos, How have you been? It's been a while." He smiles akwardly once he notices what just said, Why would he said that? He probably looks like a crazy and obsessive man.

"Oh, i had a terrible cold, but now I'm fine. How have you been?" Carlos giggles ignoring how probably weird were Oscar's questions.

"Actually, it's been terrible without seeing you, thank god you're here now." Oh, close! but he's definitely not saying that. "I'm okay, It's been kinda boring because of the weather, but everything's alright."

"I didn't know you would come today so I don't have your order ready, but don't worry i'll make it quickly."

"Oh actually, i don't want an espresso today, I'd like a hot chocolate with whipped cream, please."

"No worries, I'll have it in a minute."

Oscar turns back to make Carlos' hot chocolate and he's already so happy so if he puts extra whipped cream and extra marshmallows it's nothing but a coincidence.

"Okay, here's your hot chocolate, i hope you enjoy it. It'll be £2.50"

"Yeah, right." Carlos hands him a £5 bill and tells Oscar to keep the change, says goodbye and walks to the door. "Was good to see you, but I Gotta go."

"Oh yeah, it was also good to see you, comeback whenever you want!" Oscar waves at Carlos even if He's already out of the coffee shop and suddenly notices something falling out of the £5 bill Carlos just gave him, It's a note.

"+55 81 xx xx xx" Text me soon

-Carlos :)"

#carcar #carlos sainz #oscar piastri #oscarlos #carloscar #carcar fic #wip #my writing #i wrote this instead of studying #← fuck me #carcar coffee shop au #this is so occ but actually it's just me projecting my love for carlos

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royalsunshinehotel · 3 days

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Hello again! Sorry I didnt see that you answered my message tumblr didnt notify me for some reason 🤦‍♀️. And boy do i have ideas for ya boy, our heart and soul, David. (If u still write for him that is).

Picture this: you and david are newlyweds and on a honeymoon. Im picturing something like the channel islands like Jersey, where theres still a nice city aspect but you can get pretty solitary if u want. You run around, do some shopping maybe, goof off together. You both have a cottage that overlooks the water. You both walk by the edge of the water for a bit, completely lovesick and he just chats about how lucky he is that you said yes to him. He keeps telling you how lovely look and you keep teasing him too. Eventually the banter gets very heated and he drags you back to your room in the cottage and ✨️christens✨️ it with you.

This is just an idea btw, not a request or anything so think on this , and have a lovely day!

A Lucky Cloud (David Copperfield x wife!reader, 18+)

Giddy was the perfect word for it.

It had been exactly two days since you had met David at the church and become his wife. You find it's quite convenient because early that morning, you were able to kiss the top of David's nose to wake him, and instead of leaving, the two of you would take breakfast together. Your husband is quite a handsome man, it simply has to be said.

You watched him, as you always do, take a sip of his tea, large hands, long elegant fingers holding the cup. Those were the same hands you'd felt everywhere the evening before. He had the nerve to bat his long lashes at you, "What are you thinking, dearest?"

"You're all mine." You stated simple facts, David smiled and put his cup down.

"I am, we signed the papers." Til death do us part, though David said longer.

"And I'm yours." You grinned for no real reason, and David moved his chair back, leaving his lap open. It would have been a shame to leave that seat empty, so you pounced.

"You are. Gone soft on me, have you?" He sighed as you sat down in his lap, as if he had been holding his breath.

"I have. How sad." David takes your chin with his thumb, and brings your mouth to his, kissing your pout. He tasted sweet, from the sugar cubes piled in his tea. He enjoyed your mouth for a moment, hands roaming over clothes, but he pulled away…

"As much as I would like to take you back to bed, I think we should take a walk today, just to say we did." You blinked at him.

"Outside?" You cocked your head. Why would he want to do a thing like that?

"Outside. Maybe just along the water." Oh, David did enjoy large bodies of water, you wouldn't deny him that.

"But not too far." You stated, looking him in his big eyes.

I’d like to be back in bed within the hour, you thought.

"Not too far." He confirmed, kissing your cheek. Your husband helps you up off his lap, coughing lightly, ignoring the state of his trousers.

It's just another moment, that the two of you finished your breakfast, and got changed. You wouldn’t bother to tell David why you’re not putting on your various layers. You’ll just be wearing your overcoat and hoping for the best.

You squeaked as David kissed the back of your neck, while helping you put on your coat. It was something simple, but you still felt weak in the knees. How strange it was! You weren't a woman who squeaked before you met David, and it still managed to surprise you.

He opened the door for you, and you tried not to wince as the cool air hit your skin. This would be a lovely interlude to what had been an alarming amount of time spent on marital relations. You would enjoy the break, or you wouldn’t let David see that you would much rather be inside, underneath him.

Overall, you’d say your honeymoon was going quite well. You never saw yourself as someone who could get married, but then David barreled into your life and showed you how wrong you were.

The autumn sun hit your skin and you sighed lighty, letting the cool fresh air take hold. He was right, as much as you’d hate to admit it. It was a lovely idea.

You snuggled into your husband's arm, fingers toying with the cuff of his wool overcoat. Jersey was a fantastic choice for the two of you, plenty of good food in town, but plenty of nature too. You knew David grew up with natural life close by, maybe you could give your children the same luxury!

The two of you leisurely made your way down to the stony beach, you released his arm, and let him go to the edge of the water like you know he loves to do.

“You were right husband, just this one time.” He scoffed at you, giving you a big toothy grin, sticking his hand into the lake.

You sat on a large log and watched your husband enjoy himself. You breathe deeply, letting the air refresh you, cleanse. David came to sit by you.

“Do you think our children will come here one day?” You asked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Our children?” He asked, voice tinged with incredulousness.

“Tell me you’ve thought of them.” Before the wedding, it was practically all he could talk about!!

“I have!” Since the wedding, he hasn't. He’d been a little lost in you. But he was thinking of them now.

David put your hand in his own, linking your fingers.

“David.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to meet our children sooner?”

“...Yes.”

Getting home was both a sprint and a blur.

As a former chorus girl, you had to be athletic. David, your beloved, was typically not. However, today the power of desire would make him keep pace, behind you like a loyal dog.

A chilly fall breeze blew the two of you through the front door, David slammed it immediately after, as you pinned him against it, about to tear through his coat and shirt to get to him.

He beamed as you put your mouth everywhere you could reach, frantically, like the two of you were reuniting after a war. He moaned into your mouth, your grip on his coat lapels unforgiving.

“You’d debase me in the hallway, dearest?” he asked, coming up for air, only for a moment. You scowled at him, pretending to pout.

Slowly, you backed away from him, and he batted his big eyes at you, “You should run then,” he cocked his head, “Or I’ll start without you.”

His eyes flash as you strip off your coat, and sprint to the main bedroom, you whirl around and try to slam the door, only for your dearest husband to dramatically throw himself into the door frame. Oh bless him…

He gaped at you, and you laughed at him, “Minx!” he declared, “You’d lock out your husband?”

“When he’s misbehaved, yes!” How dare he be unwilling to take you in the hallway! It never stopped the two of you before!

“I’d argue it was you who misbehaved!” He tried, as if you hadn’t been suffering on your day out.

“Then come over here and punish me for it.”

David stared at you a moment, as if he was trying to make a memory. You huff at this, kicking off your shoes, and flopping back in bed. He wouldn’t punish you, he puts the idea down immediately, as well as falling to his knees.

“May I serve you?”

“Since you asked so nicely…” He crawled to you, and you pulled him up next to you on the bed. How ridiculous it was, to have missed someone you had spent the whole day with.

“I’d like your mouth, husband.” You purred, brushing your nose against his.

“So take it, wife.” He replied softly, waiting for your next cue.

You think a moment, about the first time you mounted your David’s face, and how relentless he’d been for you. Only stopping when you said. What a good man you had. All yours, just like he said.

Your heart skipped as David gave you the goofiest of smiles, before pulling your shared pillows into place. He’s much too tall to fuck around without pillows.

“You’re a very good husband, dearest,” you beamed at him. You had read it was important to share such thoughts.

“I can be better!” You scoffed, undoing the buttons of David’s shirt to reveal a lovely amount of his chest. The bedroom in the house where you were staying was tightly insulated, the autumn sun streaming through the windows, making the two of you perfectly warm.

David’s face should have felt more familiar with how much time you spent enjoying it. It was almost unfair how he was designed, looking up at you from two comfortable pillows, expectantly, mouth open.

You thanked yourself for having the foresight to strip off your heavier clothes, as you migrate in bed, to do what David had so nicely prepared for.

Your firm grip on his hair, his long eyelashes fluttering, a pleasant, sharp nose. How every lady he set eyes on didn’t fall, was beyond you.

Properly seated, and your husband’s neck supported, you slowly grinded against his beautiful face. Your husband didn’t stand for this, taking a harsh grip on your ass, and pushing you down further.

Rolling forward, you took hold of the bed frame, and took one of David’s wandering hands in your own, placing it on your belly, the other supporting your lower back.

You adored his tongue. You practically married him for it.

You continued to rock slowly against his face, harder and harder as your skin gets hotter and hotter. David made it so hard for you to contain yourself! You had been so calm and concealed when you met him, and now you were practically about to break his nose!

A hand wandered up to feel your breast, and he groaned against you when he found it.

You came loudly, boldly, onto David’s tongue, and you swore you could feel him smile against your pussy. He used his tongue to fuck you the whole way through, wobbling, clinging to the bedframe as tight as you could.

He was the only one who could do this to you, the only one who stripped you down to your most vulnerable, and lavish you with care and sensitivity regardless of what mess he might see.

His face was still wet with your release as you leaned back, your knees angry with you for staying still for so long. A lovely floaty feeling settled on the top of your head, like a very lucky, wispy cloud.

David caught his breath, observing you closely. You crashed, pressing your face into his neck, his grip steady, unrelenting..

“Need you,” You mumbled into his hair, and you heard the vibrations of a chuckle in his chest. You really were a minx, and you knew it too.

He helps you pull your underskirts up to your waist, his forehead pressed to your own as you feel a blunt pressure against your wetness. He’s warm, familiar by now, and it’s absolutely perfect.

The two of you weren’t rushed by any means. David firmly rolls you back on top of him, your mouth sucking and biting at his neck at your leisure, as if he was some kind of rare treat.

He thought, for a moment, about the first time he had you, like this, completely calm and unguarded. He vaguely registered you changing your pace as the relief the two of you were chasing got closer and closer. You’d said something so ridiculous he could almost laugh now, “You’re so good to me David, I’m afraid I don’t deserve you.”

“What utter nonsense.” He said in the bedroom. You didn’t notice his words, completely preoccupied chasing release, faster and faster as you kept his pulse under your teeth. Your breathy little gasps and familiar squelching sounded like music, and your husband thinks to write this down. For personal use, obviously.

The two of you held each other tightly through the come down, your head firmly resting on David’s chest, and he drew thin lines all over your skin with his fingertips.

“I think I want to keep my hands on you forever,” He hummed into your hair. You laughed a little, leaning to press a kiss to his throat. His eyes fluttered shut at that, as they always did.

“You can, you know,” you replied warmly, smiling as he did what he said, running large hands over you.

“Hmmm…legs,” he traced his hands down feeling you there, as you casually brought your fingers through his dark, curly mane.

“Hair.” You announced. He brushed his nose against your own.

“What are we doing?”

“Saying what we love.” You hummed as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

“Everything.” David sighed into your mouth, “Everything. Us.”

consulting credits to my dearest @youlooklike-clarabow

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The Ministry Tarot

Living my truth and doing Cumulus x OC because if I don't I will die. Thank you to everyone who hyped me up 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Summary: Cumulus helps the newly ordained deacon set up

(Credit @ghuleh-recs for making the divider)

Go all the way down the stairs. Turn left. Walk down the hall until you start to hear a low hum in the air. Stop when you see a stained glass window that you could swear is built into the mountain itself. Turn to the door opposite it. Here you will find the Satanic Ministry’s resident oracle.

“Here?”

“Mmm… higher.”

“Here?”

“A little more to the right…”

“...Here, sweetheart?”

“P-perfect. It's- it's a good spot. Th-thank you, Cumulus.”

Newly ordained, Deacon Virgil was very happy to have help setting their new office up. They couldn't carry very much, and they were scared of standing on anything that wasn't the floor— it was amazing that they were okay not being on the ground floor, given the stairs. Plenty of ghouls were available to help them. They had insisted on it, in fact.

It was just that they had anticipated their older brother, not one of the ghoulettes. Instead of a lanky, rat-like quintessence ghoul, they had been met with an air ghoulette, just barely taller than them, and definitely far more blue and bovine. Cumulus.

At least she wasn't afraid of step ladders.

She had been very helpful so far, and sweet to Virgil, too. Not that they weren't wary. They tended to stick close to their family. Everyone else was nice enough, but they could never tell if it was genuine or because their family ran the place.

It wasn't like they could promote anyone…

They were pulled out of their thoughts by a gentle nudge. They startled a bit, turning to the source.

“You okay, hon?” Cumulus's voice came so sweetly. “You're gettin’ a bit spacey.” Her ears twitched, her expression a bit hard to read with her bangs covering her eyes.

“Oh, uh… y-yeah…” Virgil shook their head, trying not to get too lost in thought again. “Sorry. It runs in my… my, um, family.” They chuckled quietly, a nervous punctuation.

“Oh, bless your heart,” Cumulus chuckled, more genuinely amused than the deacon. “You get it from your daddy?” The ghoulette hopped up on the empty desk behind her, crossing one leg over the other.

Virgil made a noise comparable to a creaking door, trying to not look at the way her thighs squished together. “Uh-huh.” They focused on some spot on the wall. Glow-in-the-dark stars would do wonders for this room. Or look terrible.

“My, uh…” They cleared their throat. “My brother, uh, he gets like this too, so probably. Yeah. From my dad.” They nodded again, wondering how well someone with bangs over her eyes could see them glancing at her thighs. “You know that, I think. He's in the band with you.”

Cumulus shifted a bit, leaning back as her tail thumped against the front of the desk. “In the…? Oh!” She gasped in realization, the bell on her neck making a pleasant clunk at the movement. “You're Phantom's little sibling?” She giggled as Virgil nodded. “He's always talkin’ about you. You know, last week he told us—”

“Hey, actually!” Virgil moved almost robotically, grabbing her clawed hand and tugging her into standing up. “I think there's some things we still need to unpack.” They pulled her over to the remaining box by the door. “Let's do that. I'll, uh, I'll read your fortune after. And not talk about whatever Phantom said. Ever.”

“Aw, sweetiepie…” Cumulus spoke softly as she gently closed her hands around Virgil's own. “He doesn't mean anything bad. He just talks about you ‘cause he loves you.”

Virgil's cheeks heated up at the touch of her hands on theirs. “I know, he just… When people talk about family, it's s-so…”

Cumulus shook her head. “He's too nice for that, you know it.” She removed her right hand from on top of theirs, and moved it up to push her bangs up.

Virgil's heart jolted at the sight of her eyes. Four gorgeous blue irises on pitch black sclerae, like sapphires set on inky black velvet.

If they weren't already attracted to the ghoulette, they certainly would be now.

Cumulus smiled softly at them, her long eyelashes serving to make the look even sweeter. “He always makes you sound so cute, honeybear. You should at least know that.”

Virgil felt like their brain just exploded. Their hands shook as they grasped the one still touching them. “I'm c- you- you think I'm cute?”

Cumulus chuckled, her free hand moving to cup the deacon's rapidly reddening cheek. “I reckon so,” she cooed, her voice like honey. “I've heard all about all the little things you do, your little fungus friends, all that hard work you're always doin’...” Her thumb caressed their face, catching a loose brown curl by their ear and playing with it. “‘N now I have a face to match to that. And, honey?”

“Y-yeah…?” Virgil leaned into her soft touch. Their glasses skewed a bit as the arm stuck between their head and her hand. Somehow they weren't scared of this. Normally they would run from advances, but here, they weren't even fidgeting with their stole. Their attention was undivided.

Cumulus leaned in, her soft lips just barely pecking Virgil's nose. “I like what I see here.”

The next hour passed pleasantly. The office wasn't hard to set up in the first place— a pretty girl liking you was definitely a morale boost, though. Virgil was still nervous talking to Cumulus, but that kiss did seem like an invitation to them, at least for interaction.

By evening, the final crystal had been placed, the final books had been shelved, and chairs had finally been brought in for the tired pair to collapse into.

“Finally…” Virgil sighed. “Thanks for the…” they paused, stretching and stifling a yawn. “The help. I couldn't even try to lift some of that.”

“Any time, baby,” Cumulus responded, leaning on the desk, propping herself up on her elbows. “I do love helpin’ the new clergy members.” She giggled. “I'm sure you didn't forget your promise, did you?”

Virgil huffed, not quite a chuckle. “Alright, alright, let me get the cards out.” The top drawer slid open. Cumulus sat up as she watched a worn box get set down, and open to reveal a deck decorated with eyes and stars.

“I'll read your fortune.” Virgil shuffled their deck, their usually clumsy hands moving with dexterity at their current task. “Let me guess— love?”

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could i request m!reader teaching maximus how to pleasure himself or even teaching him to to pleasure lucy? a first time between them. it doesn’t have to be strictly soft and sweet either. perhaps some teasing, premature ejaculation on maximus’ part. thank you for your time 😊💚

lessons in lust

Pairing: Maximus/M!Reader

Summary: Sick of being so inexperienced around sex, Maximus asks for help and you offer to show him the ropes (pun intended).

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In the week since Maximus had strolled into the bathroom you were hiding out in to enjoy a little private time, you had found his eyes burning into the back of your skull on multiple occasions - his face holding back a question he was desperate to ask.

Eventually you had given in.

What?

His answer had surprised you as much as it excited you.

Can you show me how you did that?

And so you found yourself sharing a cot with him, both sitting on opposite ends as something electric and unknown hung in the air.

In nothing but off-white underwear and an even dingier vest, the cloth more grey than anything, Maximus' face was oddly intense - the same intensity it no doubt held when the Brotherhood had him sit through their many lessons - and it was oddly endearing.

"Relax, Max." Sweeping your hands in front of you in a calming gesture, you hold his eye as you gently cup your cock through the fabric of your underwear. "Now, just watch and I'll talk you through what to do."

Pulling yourself free without shame, the way that Maximus' eyes widen fractionally as he takes in your brazen arousal sends a voyeuristic thrill down your spine. Cock in hand, you trail your fingers along your shaft as you tease the skin. Heat creeps across your neck with every stroke and you inhale deeply as you tilt closer to Maximus' position so he can see you as freely as possible.

"Some guys like a strong grip and some like it to be a bit softer. What matters is the friction and how good it feels as your hand glides across the skin."

"Uh huh." Swallowing, Maximus shifts uncomfortably and your eyes flick to the tent in his underwear which he seems determined to hide. "And what about the-" He gestures lower with his fingers, indicating your balls as they hang within their sac.

"Oh, the balls. Well, uh, it feels nice to play with them as you jerk off but they can be sensitive if you get a bit too rough."

"Okay. So not too hard."

Adding that to his mental list, Maximus leaned in closer as he ran a hand across his forehead - the fingers coming away damp with sweat.

"What about women? How do they-" Maximum lets the question trail off, his gaze slightly clouded by some distant thought. He had someone in mind, obviously, but the question catches you off-guard regardless, not expecting him to ask such a thing.

"Women have their own nice spots," you explain patiently as your hand continues to stroke along your cock with a practised ease, "and there's one near the top of their sex parts that feels even better than this apparently."

News to Maximus, his attention split between your cock and your face, he nodded sagely as though understanding what you were saying.

"So, if I find it then I pull it like that? Like you're doing?"

"Oh hell, no. Don't do that." Thinking of the few women you'd been with, you wince on their behalf as you continue to stroke along your cock. "It's too small anyway so you're supposed to touch it more gently."

"Oh, okay."

"Yeah. All right, now I need you to pull yourself out for me." Feeling your balls tighten and your legs tense, you can sense your release approaching and you let go of your cock to stave it off for the moment and draw out the pleasure. "I can already see that you're feeling excited to show off."

Maximus does as told, a shy glance all he offers before his hands dip beneath the band of his underwear to release himself - his cock visibly straining and tenting against the fabric.

Pulling his cock free, the sight of him makes your own length twitch in hand. Different to your own, his cock is slightly larger in both length and girth and a stunning deep colour which looks both velvety and soft as it stands to attention. The tip of his cock is visibly wet, pre-cum leaking from his slit as the excitement of a free show and the pleasure to come has him ready to go.

Your own cock slick with pre-cum you match his movements as he strokes his hand along his cock, mutually masturbating while allowing him to set the pace.

Maximus pauses as his hand rolls over the engorged head of his cock, his spine stiffening as the sensitive nerves there overwhelm him for a moment. He seems to like it though as his lips form into a slight 'o' shape and he repeats the feat, his teeth coming into play as they bite at his bottom lip.

Having no concept of moderation, Maximus chases his pleasure with abandon - his hand moving quickly and messily across his length as he used the pre-cum as a makeshift lube for his hand. It's a show which makes your lose focus on yourself, your attention gripped by how easily he wears his pleasure on his handsome features.

Before too long, his sexual inexperience showing in how quickly he reaches his peak, Maximus' breathy grunts dissolve into a sharp moan and he comes all over himself; his release arcing in thin ropes across his hand and cock as he gazes down at himself with open interest. His brow is furrowed and you smile at how tense his features seem until the satisfaction of his release smooths him out.

"And it explodes every time?" Maximus asks shakily.

"Every time." Painfully hard now and aching for your own release, you continue to edge yourself as you answer his honest questions. "It's salty too. You can taste it, it won't do anything bad."

Experimentally, Maximus brings his fingers to his lips and tastes his own release with a heated expression, one laced with curiosity. It's a flavour which he reviews with a shrug.

"It's," he pauses, "different."

Suddenly struck by just how weird and intense and so fucking hot this whole scenario is, you match his dopey grin with one of your own as you roll your thumb across your cockhead and settle into your own arousal.

"Yeah. It's definitely different."

#first maximus fic so please feel free to gobble it down like a lollipop #maximus fallout #fallout #fallout tv series #fallout 2024 #fallout maximus #maximus x reader #maximus #maximus x you #aaron moten

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