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snipersfucker · 11 months

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An apology, but we all want to read how they are inside and possibly the Autobots lose control when what they have been imagining for so long happens (like Mirage / Bee / or Optimus) you made us addicted to you writing

there are special little places where yall can get help with your addiction!! im not the remedy!! (i bite the walls every single time i get a compliment) ALSO lets just pretend bees vocal cords werent ripped out to the point he couldn't moan like a slut :) dubcon:/

Bee was desperate.

The way your hips swayed when you walked, the way the soft tone of your voice echoed in the insides of his helm, the way you'd wrap your fragile fingers around his steering wheel and squeeze it ever so slightly in a playful manner—he needed you.

And one day, after spending countless nights on imagining you stretched out on his throbbing spike, your tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your bare ass, he finally got the honour of actually seeing you underneath him, not just picturing it in his mind.

Bee was desperate for you, but he was also shy. Which meant that you had to initiate all the talks, all the touches, and all the kisses. However, when he finally understood that he had you exactly where he wanted you, and when he heard you vocalise your desire for him, he just couldn't stop himself.

The soft exchange of pecks on each others' lips turned into a heated make-out session, his glossa quickly asking for permission to slip into your mouth just so he could get a proper taste for the first time. His metal body began overheating as soon as he felt your body straddling his lap, your legs on both side of his hips. Your bold move made him only crave more of your touch, him barely able to restrain himself from just having his way with you, manhandling you until you'd beg for him to stop absolutely ruining you for the pleasure of you both.

And he wanted to continue making a mess with his lips on yours, especially when you were making so many sweet noises just for him... But he had to take things further, feeling like his spark might just explode if he didn't.

So he pulled away slowly, making eye contact with you for just a mere second, only to see the needy expression on your face, which gave him a silent permission to jump right into what he'd planned to do. His lips quickly found their place on the side of your neck, his servos landing on your hips, subconsciously pushing your core into his abdomen to create more friction between you.

He began licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the skin gently into his intake to create pretty bruises on your neck which would show anyone that you belonged to him.

Your breaths were getting heavier, much more chaotic, them hitching in your throat every time he paid special attention to a particularly sensitive spot. Your needy whimpers were mixing with the sound of his vents trying to stop him from overheating, his reaction to you making you want more of him than you already had.

And you didn't know you already had him whole. He was yours.

"Bee, please..." you whined, your eyes closed shut, hands on both of his shoulders with a strong grip which he didn't mind at all.

Your words made him transform the area under his abdomen, now a hard spike on full display, its length slapping against your stomach with every intense throb. He didn't stop taking care of your neck for even a second, every whimper and groan of desperation being muffled by your skin as he continuously planted wet kisses all the way down from your jaw to your collarbone.

He was growing impatient.

His spike touching you was sending constant pleasurable electric shocks down his bipedalism cord, his spark nearly exploding when you grinded against it with your clothed core.

The grip of his digits on your hips tightened, and you'd probably have endless bruises on your sweet, soft skin tomorrow, and this thought should've made him feel at least a tad bad but he adored knowing that he left something while doing such sinful things with you.

When you moved and brushed against his length again, he groaned in impatience, pulling away just to lift the hem of your loose shirt with his digit to signal to you that he needed it off. You made eye contact with him as you got rid of the piece of clothing on your upper half. But it wasn't enough for him—he had to have you naked against him, every inch of your warm, human skin against his hot, metal one.

Before his digit moved to the waistline of your pants, you were already unbuttoning and unzipping them, getting out of his lap just to be able to take them off fully alongside with your panties, them ending up somewhere on the floor, probably next to your shirt.

His optics immediately shot to your cunt, the temptation to put his spike inside you overwhelming his body. He didn't even wait patiently for you to get back onto his lap on your own, as soon as he stopped devouring the sight of you in front of him in just a bra, he immediately pulled you towards him with both servos on your hips again, placing you on his lap, exactly where you belonged at that moment.

Now your bare core was brushing against his spike, and he couldn't refrain himself from letting a couple of desperate noises roll off him glossa. You decided to undress fully for him, taking your bra off and tossing it onto the pile of long forgotten clothes. His optics could barely take in the view before his lips found themselves on your tits, his intake giving attention to both, switching from teasing, licking and kissing the left one to doing exactly the same to the right one. Your hardened nipples made it possible for him to gently bite them, making you buckle your hips and moan his name shamelessly, your own noises not allowing you to hear your thoughts, as if there was anything else on your mind other than how good Bee's glossa felt when it curled up on your nipple, it getting sucked into his intake.

The remains of self-control he could find within himself were slipping through his digits, the force of his touches increasing with every passing second. At the same time, he was also getting more and more intense reactions from you, your body craving more as it pressed against his.

Bee groaned, impatience getting the better of him, as he wrapped his arm around your fragile, human body, lifting you up with your chest still to his.

He moved fast like a starving man, placing you gently on the hard floor of the garage, its coldness radiating to your body, adding a completely new sensation. You arched your back, exposing your chest even more to him, hoping he'd put his mouth on your already swollen and sensitive nipples, but he seemed to have other plans when, without a heads-up, he grabbed the back of both your thighs, and lifted up your hips so that now the only body parts of yours making contact with the cement underneath you were your upper back and your head.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at the absolutely sinful sight of Bee kneeling down and hovering over you, spreading your legs and holding them pressed to your chest for better access to your dripping cunt.

You felt the tip of his spike teasing your hole which has been clenching over nothing for the past couple of minutes, finally about to get what it needed the most. And then, with one swift motion, Bee slid into you, the wet sound of his length entering your core echoed against the walls of your head.

A loud moan escaped the depths of your throat, lips parted, eyes closed themselves shut before you could even stop them, wanting to watch as the robot began trying to bottom out inside your warm cunt, but unfortunately his spike was too big for you to take for now.

It felt good. The pain from being so suddenly stretched out around him mixed with the pleasure from his spike hitting all the sweet spots inside you with the very first thrust of his hips.

Bee felt as if he no longer had control over his own body, the feeling of you wrapped around him, your warm cunt so inviting to just ruin it without second thoughts. And he could find absolutely no strength within himself to stop the almost animalistic desire to make you his in every meaning of this word.

His optics were trained on your face for mere seconds before his gaze shifted to the place where your bodies connected, your cunt covered in your own slick, the hole visibly stretched out to take his spike, even if it was only a half of his full length.

The idea of pushing the entire thing in only made him groan, the images of the bulge in your lower stomach he'd create flashing in front of his optics.

He threw his head back when he felt you clench around him, the sensation too much to handle.

You knew he was about to begin pounding into you as if it was the only thing he was made to do, the expression on his face and the look he was giving you the entire time confirming it.

"Bee..." you whined his name, not being fully aware what that sweet tone of your voice was doing to him.

So he just positioned himself better, pressing your thighs harder to your chest, taking almost the entire length of his spike out of your begging cunt, only to slam into you and put even more of him inside you.

You couldn't even control the noises escaping you anymore, your head thrown back because of the overwhelming pleasure.

Bee has had enough of waiting, the memory of him sitting in the corner of this garage, his spike in his servo as he kept fisting himself, overloading onto the hard floor multiple times just to get some relief after having to watch you walk around in your damned little dresses, your hips innocently swaying, your tits deliciously bouncing with every step.

Before you could register it, the robot was destroying your needy cunt with aggressive pounding, feeling as if he able to put more and more inches inside you with every slam of his hips against your ass.

His speed and the way he could hit all the best spots, even though the tip of his spike was kissing your cervix, made you constantly moan out loud, as if the walls of the garage were soundproof.

He kept making noises as well, although his were much deeper, more frustrated, as if he was chasing something he was so closed to catch but right before getting it, it'd just slip away from him.

He thought of this moment for a long time, the pink transfluid painting his servos on many occasions as he was imagining you in this exact position underneath him, squirming in pleasure.

But then, he came up with an even better idea, his body immediately following through, without even analysing it. He stopped mercilessly pounding into you just to manhandle you on your stomach, lifting your backside by your hips, spreading your legs to allow him to penetrate your needy cunt even more deeply. He positioned himself over you, his spike yet again pressing against your core for just a second before finally entering you once more. He didn't even waste time on preparing you to take him, just like the first time he pushed his length inside your pussy.

Now he had the opportunity to properly grope and slap your ass as much as he pleased, his hips constantly hitting it with every hard thrust he'd make. Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being so perfectly stuffed by his spike making you shudder, moan and squirm beneath him.

His movements were rapid and chaotic, but he never slowed down, only increasing his speed, making mental notes of the noises you were making while he was fucking you so good.

"Bee, 't hurts..." you whimpered weakly in-between your loud, slutty moans, him taking it as an encouragement to continue ruining your cunt which was now clenching around him more than ever before. His one servo went to the back of your head tilted to the side, his digits gently stroking your hair as if it was supposed to help ease the pain mixing with pleasure, while the other one was still on your hip, pulling your body towards him at the same time he was pushing at it, making your skins hit each other with even more force.

You told him it hurt you but he couldn't stop.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to overloading, the warmth of your cunt getting sweetly unbearable as his movements became more sloppy, yet still as hard as before.

"Fuck." Curses kept spilling from your sinful mouth, feeling his thick spike throb inside you, indicating that he was probably about to finish.

The discomfort and pain of his metal hips hitting your much softer backside were slowly becoming less and less noticeable as complete pleasure washed over you, making you a wet, moaning mess underneath him.

With his two servos on your hips, he increased the speed of his movements once more, chasing the so desired release.

"Bee, please..." you whined again, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your hardened nipples brushing against the rough floor, "Overload in me..."

Your words were enough to tip him over the edge. With only a few more harsh slams into your tight cunt, he felt himself spurting his thick transfluid into your cervix, multiple groans and whimpers leaving his intake as he did so. He kept fucking the pink liquid into your cunt, not wanting a single drop to escape.

You could still feel his hard, metal hips hitting your ass, all until you clenched around him so tightly, he swore he could overload again just from that sensation alone. You came all over his thick spike, moaning loudly, your body shaking with indescribable pleasure from both his rough pounding as well as the knowledge that his transfluid was deep inside you.

Bee didn't pull out instantly, his thrusts decreasing in speed and force with every passing second, trying to ride out the remains of his and yours overloads.

You were panting and the robot was most definitely overheating, his metal body much hotter in touch than ever before, now his chassis pressed against your back as he began planting gentle kisses to your hair, his vents not being able to catch up.

After a long time that didn't feel long enough for him, he decided to pull away and take his spike out of your core filled with his transfluid, practically begging him to just fuck it again. But now, that his lust for you was somehow taken care of, he could regain the control over his body, and allow you to rest after getting absolutely ruined by him.

You rolled over onto your back yourself, clenching your thighs together when you felt his pink juices flooding out of you, wanting to keep them there for as long as possible. He smiled at your attempts to keep him inside you, the desire growing in his optics once again.

Bee gently wrapped his servos around your bare, exhausted body, lifting you up to place you down on the sofa he was previously occupying with you in his lap. As soon as you felt the plush against the skin of your back, you pulled the robot in your direction with your hands on both sides of his helm, making him bend his body so that you could kiss him passionately for the last time that night, knowing that he was most likely about to leave you to take care of his Autobot duties. He obliged without complaining, ready to slide into you again right then and there. And how disappointed he was when you pulled away with a soft smile, exhaustion finally catching up to you...

The corner of his slips curled up as he looked around in search for something to put on you. An abandoned blanket sitting on a wooden chair since he could remember would do. Before you could even notice he left you alone on the sofa, he was back, covering you from the neck down quickly but still making sure your whole body was under the soft fabric.

"Prime needs you?" you asked in a weak tone, your voice now only confirming how tired you actually were.

Prime needed him but he needed you.

Bee only nodded, to which you responded softly, "I'll stay here." And before he could even give you any sort of a physical confirmation that he got that, you already closed your eyes with a content expression written all over your face.

He smirked to himself, the sweet feeling of finally achieving his goal washing over him, him practically having been able to live in his dreams for a moment. His smile only widened when he came to a realisation...

He finally managed to mark you as his.

don't know if i made it he-lost-control enough but i tried and that's what counts in my books. also, i made it an oneshot but if you wanted separate hcs for these characters ill be more than willing to write it

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ariundercovers · 3 months

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Bad Man (joel miller x afab!fem!reader)

Words: ~1.2k

Summary: Joel was a bad man. Neither of you gave a single fuck about it. (there's nothing here but pure filth. i am not sorry nor will i apologize. it spewed out of my brain and now here you be)

Warnings: 18+ only, rough sex, unprotected p in v, ass slapping, neck grabbing, bruising mentioned, girthy age gap, slightly toxic internal thoughts/monologue

masterlist here

You’re not sure how you got into this position, got to this place.

Well… actually, that’s a lie.

You’re pretty sure of it, if you’re being honest with yourself, and it has everything to do with Joel’s big fucking mouth and his stupid, flirty personality. It has even more to do with his perfect, stupid, glorious tongue and his frustratingly fat cock.

The speckled gray hair and the crow’s feet at his eyes were just the icing on top of the cake for you, really. A well-worn man with just as worn hands, willing to use them to deliver all of the pain and pleasure you could possibly ask for. He fucks, and he fucks well. He fucks like someone who’s lived an entire life, knows exactly what he wants, and takes it. Every time.

It’s all that you can think about, all that you can manage to do as he spears his hips into you from behind, nearly knocking the wind out of your chest with every thrust.

Joel was a bad man. A very, very bad man.

And you fucking loved him for it.

Every grunt you hear from behind you spurs you on a little further, makes your core get a little bit wetter, until you feel beads of sweat start to drip from his body and onto your back. You cry out for him as the fingers of one hand dig bruisingly into your hip, and the palm of the other takes turns slapping at each of your asscheeks until you’re sure they’re a bright, stinging red with the heat you can feel radiating off of them already.

There’s nothing in your mind, nothing in your body, but Joel. Joel everywhere.

He stops his smacks, but not his thrusts, and grips you tightly at the nape of your neck, shoving your face down into the couch beneath you. He holds you there, barely enough room to get a breath in between your cheek and the cushion, but the new angle makes you absolutely see stars. You cry out for him, fingers digging into the couch as you try to find purchase anywhere you can manage.

You feel like your insides are on fire - and so are your asscheeks - everything is, really, because Joel is all over you and inside of you and everywhere and everything and it was so fucking perfect you could cum just from the thought of it all.

You were sure this was what heaven must feel like. Did you make him feel just as good? He hisses behind you and you feel another rush of slick to your core as you think about it.

This, right here, was heaven. You knew it. You didn’t need to die to get there, and hell, you surely knew Joel wouldn’t be coming with you, anyway. So this would be enough. You’d let Joel bring a little piece of heaven to you, just like this, anytime he wanted to. You’d never say no to him.

And the thing is, you were right. Joel was a bad man. A very, very bad man. And he knew it. He just didn’t care.

With Ellie leaving and Tommy off to start his own family, what else did he have left? Who cares if he started fucking the little stable girl, young and perky and pliant and willing… all for him, any night of the week?

Could you really blame him for not giving a rat’s ass about what anyone else thought?

Maria would have his head if she knew, probably chastise him for being a dirty old man, call him a pervert or a cradle robber or something even worse.

You were legal, though. At least legal to the standards of 2003… legality ain’t much of a thing, these days.

He grunts heavily above you, staring down at you like you’re some kind of magic, materialized beneath his hands. Your fucking skin is just so fucking soft… Not hard and war-torn like his. And your hands… Oh the way your soft, gentle hands make him feel when they’re wrapped around his cock. Don’t even get him started on your fucking perky, perfectly pouty lips. He might as well have a heart attack and go to heaven each time you wrap your lips around his length.

So, fuck it. He wants this. Damn near feels like, after all this time, maybe, just maybe, he even deserves it. Deserves a warm cunt to sink himself into at the end of the day, a perky set of tits to play with, a smiling face that calls out for him not in stress or frustration but in pleasure.

Yeah. He wants it. He really, really fucking wants it. And he’s gonna take it - and keep taking it - over and over again until you’ve had your fill of him or until he drops dead in the process. He’s gonna take you every way he possibly can.

With the most mental clarity he’s had since that moment in the hospital with Ellie, Joel’s hips stutter for a moment as his breath catches in his throat. It’s just a second - barely a blip - but you notice. Of course you fucking notice. You start to turn your head back to him as if to ask him about it, but he just keeps fucking you relentlessly into the couch, never giving you a moment to even breathe, let alone ask a question.

He keeps your face pressed down into the cushions beneath you, and one of his broad arms wraps around your waist, a single calloused finger rubbing softly at your swollen nub. It takes very few moments of his touch at your clit to send you spiraling into oblivion, your back arching violently away from him as he continues to pound into you, both hands resting at each hip. His fingertips dip into your hip bones as he pulls you up and down on his cock, bouncing you off of his thighs with each thrust. He doesn’t give you a moment to think, let alone come down from the high of your orgasm, until he can feel the familiar tightening in his balls, slamming into you once - twice - three more times before he’s pulling out of you just in time to splatter his hot cum all over your well-abused ass.

The pearly white beads of his cum nearly sparkle across the reddened skin of your ass cheeks and he groans in satisfaction as he catches his breath, loving the look of you painted with his seed. His.

His.

The possessive, needy demon comes out in him as he slaps his hand down against your reddened ass one more time and smears his cum all the way across your backside.

“You’re fucking mine, little girl. You understand me?”

You mewl, eyes shutting tightly as you press your ass back into the touch of his hands. He’ll be gentle with you later when you’re alone upstairs, buried under the sheets, where it’s safe and he’s sure no one’s watching. His shell will crack and you’ll get a little glimpse into his miserable broken insides, but not now. Not yet.

Now, he’s all sharp edges and teeth, rough and raw and oh-so Joel.

He slaps your ass again, smearing his cum across your back before raking his nails sharply down your spine.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A/N: if you liked it, PLEASE leave a comment and/or a reblog! your interactions are literally the fuel to my fire! Love you all! xoxoxo

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iliketangerines · 3 months

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The Raiden picnic and Reiko's day off pieces were amazing (I don't even like Reiko and still found that hot af), absolutely loving the trend of overworked MK men getting to *relax* thanks to the reader. If you're not sick of doing that kind of thing, could you write something in that vein for Smoke? Like maybe he's been overworking himself helping build the Shirai Ryu and needs to *unwind*... stay winning queen

unwinding with you

a/n: don't you worry, i could never get tired of writing these types of fics.

pairing: smoke x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), finger fucking, nipple play

Tomas hit the dummy with his karambit, slicing the head clean off of it, but he was still feeling irritable and tired

he had been so busy with helping build the Shirai Ryu, and deflecting the attacks of the Lin Kuei had weighed on his mind and body

he was so tired, and he needed a break

perhaps a trip to the hot springs was in order

Tomas sighs and goes back to his sleeping quarters, smiling at the neatly made bed and folded pajamas on top

you made sure to make the transition to the Shirai Ryu as easy as possible for him, taking care of the basic chores and bringing him food during his trainings

he changes into a simple robe and heads over to the springs, and to his delight, he finds you there

he folds his robe neatly next to yours and slides into the water next to you and settles himself in between your legs, pressing you against the wall

you smile and run your fingers through his hair, murmuring a quiet greeting

Tomas smiles and holds you close to him, a tightness to his chest loosening as he feels your hot body against him

the both of you just float there in the pool, letting the spring water heat and relax your muscles and letting a comfortable silence envelope the two of you

Tomas ducks his head down, kissing you sweetly on your lips, and you hum into his mouth, draping your arms over his shoulders and around his neck

he deepens the kiss, desperate to taste you, to have you in his arms again

his training had not only left him tired and sprung but also had left the both of you neglected and without each other, and he needed to feel you right now

his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, and he grinds his half-hard cock into your pussy

you groan into his mouth, and your hand moves up to tug lightly at the back of his hair

he just grinds into you slowly and moves one of his hands down to tease and pinch your nipples, relishing in the way you whimper into his mouth

finally, you throw your head back in pleasure, a needy whine escaping your throat, and Tomas moves down in the water, pressing kisses down your jaw and your neck

he slightly lifts you out of the water so that your chest comes out, and he watches as the water droplets trail down your chest and back into the springs

he latches onto one of your nipples, sucking and nipping at the nub and losing himself in your small whines and moans

your hands tug on his hair, and he moans into your chest, delighted in the small whimpers you let out

your back arches off the wall, and Tomas uses one hand to squeeze and knead at your breast while his other hand holds onto your waist tightly enough to leave bruises

he loses himself in your noises, and when your hips rut against him in desperation, he detaches from your nipple and grinds his cock into your pussy

you moan, begging for him to please fuck you

he kisses your neck, telling you not yet, and trails one of his hands down to rub at your clit

you whine at the stimulation, and he watches as your eyes glaze over and your lips part slightly

he continues to rub your clit in slow circles, watching as you become a needy mess in his hands, and he finally slides in one of his fingers

you moan, grinding your hips into his fingers, and he slides in another one and fucks you on his fingers

you grip onto him tightly, eyes squeezing shut as he curls his fingers into that sweet spot of yours, and you whine a bit at the stretch

Tomas presses his thumb into your clit and rubs it as he fucks you on his fingers, and he watches through lidded eyes as you fall apart at his ministrations

your pussy clenches down on his fingers as you come on him, and your moans are music to Tomas’s ears and make his head feel dizzy

he kisses you again, slipping his fingers from your needy cunt, and he grinds his cock against you

he slides himself into you, and you whine at the stretch, hips jerking in pain as Tomas wipes away your tears with his hand

he thrusts into you slowly, but your whimpers soon dissolve into pleas for him to go faster as you wrap your legs around his hips

he can’t deny you and starts fucking into you, latching onto your neck as your head falls backward

the water around you sloshes and spills out of the hot springs, but neither of you can care as Tomas fucks you with every bit of his energy

he pours his frustration and tiredness into fucking into you, abusing your pussy as his cock bullies that sweet spot inside of you and causing you to let out cries of pleasure

your nails scratch at Tomas’s back, and he groans at the feeling of your fingernails leaving red marks on him

he hopes they last as he holds onto your waist even tighter

he can feel your pussy tightening around his, and your legs are trying to draw him even deeper into your needy pussy as you grow closer to the edge

Tomas leans back to admire the dark hickeys on your neck and reaches his hand down in between your bodies to press his thumb into your sensitive clit

you whine and arch your back, pussy clamping down on his dick as you cream all over his cock

he groans at the feeling and buries himself inside of you and cums deep inside of you

the both of you stay like that, his cock buried inside of your pussy, as Tomas peppers kisses all over your face

eventually he pulls out and thankfully the hot springs clean and wash away any mess you’ve left

he pulls you out of the hot springs and hands you a towel to wrap around your body, and he intertwines his hand with yours as the both of you walk back to your shared room

the both of you fall onto the bed, burying yourselves underneath the sheets and holding each other close

he listens to your breathing even out, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep as well, thankful he has you in his life

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bornagainmurdock · 22 days

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let me show you everything i know

author's note: inspired by (the vibes of) gooey by glass animals bc i can't stop thinking about making out with matt for so long you forget how to breathe

contents: 18+ ONLY, smut, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, switch!matt & switch!reader, just some real heavy making out & other horny nonsense, choking, biting, possessiveness, reference pain kink, no sex

work count: 1.0k

Matt was exhausted, and sleepy, and absolutely dripping and dizzy with lust. His face was fucked out the second your sat down on his lap, gently rocking down into his body. It wasn't much, but it was enough to drive Matt wild, moaning each time the friction and pressure increased under you.

You see it didn't start like this. You had only been home from work for a few minutes before Matt walked through the apartment door. Everything was vaguely normal until he realized just how hard it was to think about anything but you, on top of him, under him, your mouth around him, anything as long as it was you.

He hung up his jacket and blazer, loosened his tie and removed his shoes like normal. Set his briefcase on top of the dining table, setting his glasses on top of it. He hadn't particularly had a rough day at work, nor was it the perfect day. All he could think about was you.

When he walked in the door, you were on the couch scrolling through Twitter looking for just about anything to hold you attention long enough. Matt was progressing through his normal 'welcome home' routine, but his breathing was deeper. He was sinking into himself and absolutely silent, listening to your fingers tap your screen as you liked tweets.

And then he was under you, struggling to catch his breath, hands under your shirt scratching down your sides hard enough for the marks to rise. The burn was delectable, feeling his fingers press over the marks to layer the pain.

He was far gone, somewhere off in his head unable to form a sentence or coherently answer a question. Matt was simply yours, and that is all that mattered to him at that moment.

"Matty." You whined.

He took his hands from your body for only a second to unbutton his own shirt and untucking it from his dress pants. The loss of contact forced another whine from you, eyes dizzy, room spinning around you and Matt.

It was intoxicating: the feeling of his teeth on your skin, tongue down your neck, lips nipping at you. He wasn't quite rough, but too far gone to be aware of the damage he was doing. His teeth printing a bite mark into you. Bruises starting to bloom around your collarbones and shoulders.

Matt had always thought the idea of a heart shaped hickey was cute, but always was too focused on other things to complete his task.

Each time he popped the blood vessels under your skin, he could hear your blood rushing through your body and pooling there under his lips. He would sometimes press his lips just over your heart to feel it so viscerally there under him. It took his breath away listening to your body respond to his touch.

It was almost painful to him how enticing you were. Sat in his lap and melting like putty in his touch. When you both got like this, Matt would sometimes get so distracted by your noises that he would stop. Removing his lips from your body to just drink it all in. And the best part, he knew you weren't doing it intentionally. You were just so hot, so needy, so his. All his. Every. Inch. Of you.

His touch was hot and burning but left you with goose bumps every time, chills sending themselves through your body.

At some point he had lost his shirt entirely. Yours was on the floor before the couch. Matt was somehow leaning on the couch in an attempt to get closer to you, the only solution to that problem was being inside your skin.

Your legs became jelly over his lap, hips shifting to find comfort in the stretch. You body weight was entirely dependent on him, so when he moved, you followed.

Matt turned to lay, holding you onto him as not to lose contact. He deathgripped your hips leaving bruises there too. Lips conected the whole time.

After ever morning after when his finger prints were branded into your skin in blooming purples and red, Matt would come up behind you, pressing his hands in the exact places to reignite the pain. It was his gift to you, his thank you for such a good night. Today's bruises would still be so fresh in the morning. The perfect ones for him to tease you with.

When you finally settled in his lap hovering over him, you snaked you hand up his body curving over his hips, abs, and chest to settle finally at his throat. Your hand sat at the base feeling him heave below you. It was magical feeling him under you, desparate and speechless.

When your hand made contact with his neck Matt whimpered into your mouth, biting at your bottom lips just enough to set you ablaze. When your grasp tightened moving up to press into his arteries he groaned beneath you, throwing his head back and arching his back.

Ethereal.

His eyes twinked with tears starting to drift down his cheeks in sweet harmony with his hips bucking up into you.

Matt's hand moved to cover yours around his neck and pressed harder. He gasped and cried in your hold. It was he way of begging for more, and so you politely granted him his wish.

Each time you squeezed down on his neck Matt would almost-scream, a breathy moan-y shout that shook through your whole body. It was heavenly.

When you finally removed your hand to brush a tear on his temple, Matt whined, but only for a second. He was interupted by your gentle voice.

"All mine."

#matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader

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lillian-gallows · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 17: Threesome with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Bucking Barnes. Work Count: 767 Warnings: Threesome, Oral (M receiving), P in V sex, Spit-roasting, Dirty talk. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

There’s a very long list of perks to Super Soldiers. Hightened strength, healing, speed, it goes on and on, but the best thing, by far, is the stamina.

You, Steve, and Bucky have known each other for a while. Officially you’re their handler, and that’s all you had been at first, their anchor to modern times, making sure they can get from point A to point B without issue.

But as happens when people adults are left to their own devices, the three of you became friends, then later, lovers.

Two years of ups, downs, and a lot of communication, led three of you to where you are now.

And where you are right now, is spit-roasted between the two men.

Bucky was gripping your hips as he drove into your weeping cunt over and over again; while Steve had a hand wrapped in your hair, filling your throat with his thick cock, the taste of salt lingering on the back of your tongue as his precum leaks.

A veteran of this particular position after two years helped you keep your eyes open and trained on the baby blues looking down at you, clouded with lust. It also helped keep you from being pushed too hard forward by Bucky’s hips, who you could hear sighing and muttering filthy things.

“Christ, Doll…Perfect fucking pussy…Grippin’ me so fucking tight…” You could picture the look on his face, eyes dark and locked on the place where your bodies meet, mouth hanging open just a little as heavy breaths puff out, sweat dripping down the side of his face, making his hair stick.

You didn’t have to picture Steve’s face. He loved watching you suck his cock, and he loved you watching him watch. He always gets this little smirk, like he’s proud of the mess he and Bucky can reduce you to with a handful of touches and filthy words.

“Such a good little slut for us, aren’t you, Baby?” He asked on equally heavy breaths, not expecting an answer, nor needing one, not with the way your eyes roll back for just a moment before snapping back to his, half-lidded and foggier than before as your head had long since gone floaty. “She’s so far gone, Buck…You should see her.” Steve said, gaze flitting up to the other man for a split second before returning to you.

Bucky let out a curse as Steve’s words made you clench around him. “Took the words from my mouth, Steve- Fuck…” He gasped, the sound of a gulp, like he was running out of breath, it wouldn’t shock you, this was round 3 after all. “Grippin’ me like a fucking vice…All pretty pink and puffy…” He let out a breathless laugh, which Steve returned.

“Hear that, Pretty Girl? Makin’ Buck feel real good…” Steve’s touch in your hair turned gentle as he brushed strands back. “Makin’ me feel real good too…” The his was gripping hard again. “Smack my leg if you need me to stop.” That was the only warning you got before he was fucking your mouth the same way the man behind you was fucking your cunt.

Whether it was on purpose or not you couldn’t tell, not when your brain was barely functioning, but they found an almost perfect rhythm, when one was pulling out, the other was pushing in.

The blond in front of you nearly tripping you gag reflex every other thrust, stinging your scalp from his grip on your hair, balls smacking your chin, and the brunette behind you battering your cervix and dragging over you g-spot without fail, hands gripping your hips so tight you hoped there would be bruises.

A perfect recipe for absolute bliss.

The room was filled with a symphony of filthy sounds, wet squelching and the slapping of skin on skin, hard breathing and the muffled whimpers from your throat that were just barely audible through it all.

You were so lost in the sensations that you didn’t even realize how close you were to orgasm until Bucky spoke. “Tightenin’ up, Princess…You gonna cum? Hm?” He asked, then promptly laughed when you clenched around him again, always drunk on their words. “Go on. Cum on my cock…”

Steve pulled himself free of your mouth and fisted his own cock, watching you cry and whine and whimper as your orgasm ripped through you, Bucky’s onslaught never stopping.

And once he deemed that you’d gathered your breath enough, Steve was right back between your lips.

“We’re far from done, Babydoll…”

Stamina indeed.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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tunastime · 5 months

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Hiya!! how about 14 for the spotify asks?? :>

hi theo!! i'm so sorry this took so long to get out to you!! merry christmas? happy holidays! this song always reminded me of ranchers, especially jimmy JSKDFHKJ I dunno what about it! I know the lyrics say "her" at some point, but it's so easy to trick myself into hearing "him". <3 anyway, enjoy!

(883 words)

Tango taps the tip of his wooden sword against the ground.

"You're absolutely certain that this is a good idea, Jimmy?" he asks. About two paces away, Jimmy stands with his sword awkwardly balanced in one hand. He looks a little lost, holding the sword like it might cut him, despite it being poorly carved wood and not the gleaming metal sword sitting in its holster back inside their ranch house. But as soon as Tango speaks up, he steels his expression, grip changing on his sword to hold it with a bit more strength.

"Absolutely, Tango," he says, nodding. "I know what you've said—"

"PvP isn't my specialty," Tango hums, grinning. His tail flicks back and forth behind him. It might not be his specialty, but he'd be lying if it wasn't fun to whack his friends with practice swords—even if he ended up being the person with the most bruises. Jimmy laughs, rocking on his heels.

"I promise I'll go easy on you, yeah?" he says, leaning on the sword pressed into the earth. "I won't hit you too hard with the sword."

Tango barks out a laugh.

"That's good to know!" he says, shoulders shaking with laughter. Jimmy's, what, a head taller than him? And much broader, that's for sure, even how he stands with a slight curve to the tips of his shoulders, trying to make himself smaller. He steadies his stance, nodding in Tango's direction. Tango lifts his sword.

"You ready?" he asks. Jimmy nods, mouth curving into a smile.

"Just come'n hit me, Tango!" he quips.

He does.

He swings up and their swords clack together, Jimmy startling as he jerks to block Tango’s swing. Tango feels the jolt spike up his arm and oh, man, all at once does he remember how much he’s missed this. How often did he get a chance to just throw himself at his friends, not to mention that this was Jimmy, and not knowing Jimmy as well meant he couldn’t predict movements like he could with Impulse, or Skizz, and Jimmy shoves him back. Tango stumbles, steels, swings again, fumbling when Jimmy blocks with a bit more determination. Jimmy comes back around, switching the sword to his right hand, knocking Tango’s arm back. Tango wobbles, ducking the next swing, just barely, laughing as he does. Jimmy does, too, the sound bubbling up in his chest as Tango swipes left, trying to catch him off guard. It works for a moment, as Jimmy startles, fumbling with his sword, catching himself at the last moment to block Tango’s swing. They smack into each other, the side of Jimmy’s sword hitting hard into Tango’s knuckles. Tango yelps, jerking back, barking out a laugh as he drops his sword.

“Ow!”

Jimmy gasps, sword falling from his hand.

“Oh my god!” he jerks forward, reaching for Tango’s hand. “Tango, I’m so sorry!”

Tango holds his hand limply as the pain spikes through it—it stings actually, it bites a bit bad, he won’t lie! He’s gotten his hands stuck in a few gears before, and this was pretty similar, if he had to put a name to the pain. Jimmy takes it gently between his own, looking over his swelling knuckles.

“Aw,” he tsks, frowning. He looks like a kicked dog, like that, Tango realizes, his brown eyes wide and eyebrows creased. All he needed were some floppy ears and he’d have the whole look sealed. “I think it’s gonna bruise.”

“That’s alright,” Tango says lamely, suddenly acutely aware of how gingerly Jimmy’s running his thumb over the not-so-bruised parts of Tango’s hand. It’s really nice. It kind of makes him think a little less about the pain and a little more about how he needs to bite his tongue before he says something completely stupid and dumb like:

“Worth it.”

Jimmy blinks at him. Then he grins.

“Really?” he snorts, wrinkling his nose.

Tango laughs, something a bit thin and wheezy, like he’s about to start coughing at any second from how it hits his throat wrong. Jimmy’s still holding fast to his hand, slightly clammy and pretty warm all things considered.

“Alright,” he says, finally swayed. “Maybe not. But that was fun!”

Jimmy gives his hand a light squeeze before he drops it.

“Well as long as you’re fine…” he hums, raising his eyebrows. Tango nods, sure and confident.

“I’m fine,” Tango says, stretching out his fingers. He can feel a bruise starting to form over his knuckles that’ll take a day or so to start turning colors, but for now he shakes it out, collecting his sword from the ground. “Nothin’ a little TLC can’t fix.”

Jimmy laughs again, tipping his head back. He shakes his head as he hefts the wooden practice sword onto his shoulder. Tango watches just for a moment. Maybe it’s something about the orange-yellow, almost-sunset light, or maybe it’s the yellow in Jimmy’s eyes, or some type of glow about him, but he looks nice. He looks a little disheveled, and a bit tired, and he’s still trying to catch his breath, but Tango smiles back at him like he’s the prettiest thing he’s seen in a long, long time.

“Let’s go get you some ice, yeah?” Jimmy says, waving him over. Tango nods. Of course he’ll follow.

(spotify wrapped ask meme)

#YIPPEEEEEE #text #asks #spotify wrapped ask meme #fics #HI THEO!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM!! I LOVE RANCHERS AND I'M NOT GREAT AT FIGHT SCENES <33 #BUT THAT'S OKAY!

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da-proti-toku-grem · 4 months

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for the kiss prompts: 45 for BoKris and 50 for JaNce?

Well well, we've got two very different vibes here! Loved the contrast between “out of anger” and “out of love” 🤭 Here you go <3

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

45. …out of anger.

“Aren't you going to say anything or what?” Kris practically spat out as they walked through the door of their apartment.

“What do you want me to say, huh? That I'm sorry?” Bojan laughed dryly.

“I guess that would be a good start.”

“Well, I'm not going to apologize for expressing my opinion on your idea.” He crossed his arms over his chest, facing the guitarist and mirroring the other's defiant look.

“Oh that’s what we’re calling it now?” Oh, now Kris was even more pissed off. “Is humiliating me in front of all the guys and Žare called ‘expressing your opinion’ now or what?”

“Is saying that I don't like the idea you proposed called ‘humiliating’ you?” He countered.

“You did not just say you didn't like it, Bojan. You said it was fucking stupid and that I should now better after all these years. In front of fucking everyone.” Kris' blood was starting to boil.

He knew perfectly well that they were struggling to come up with ideas for the new song; they were all very stressed and it was clearly noticeable. But that didn't give Bojan any right to treat him - or anyone - like that and behave like an absolute dickhead.

“You know what,” he continued before letting the singer say anything. “Since you clearly only like your own ideas, why don't you try going solo again?”

“Oh trust me, I will,” Bojan spat out, annoyed.

And that was Kris' last straw.

“No, you fucking won't,” he said, grabbing Bojan by the belt and pulling him close, smashing their lips together in a kiss, almost hard enough to bruise.

Bojan's hands went straight to the guitarist's jacket, gripping it tightly in his fists, pulling him even closer if that was even possible.

Kris bit down hard on Bojan's lower lip, causing him to open his mouth to let out a deep groan. At this, the younger grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled on it, exposing his neck and immediately sucking a mark there.

Bojan gasped as Kris left hickeys all around his neck and below his jaw, without loosening the grip he had on his hair.

Then, Kris pulled away and turned him around roughly, pushing him against the wall with his own body and pressing his crotch against the other's ass, who whimpered loudly. A string of moans and curses escaped from their mouths when he started grinding on it.

“You want that, love?” he teased, biting the back of Bojan's neck. “Is that what you wanted all along?”

The singer groaned.

Kris pulled his hair again, forcing him to look him in the eye and repeated, “I asked you a question, Bojan. Is this what you wanted?”

“Fucking hell- yes Kris! That's what I wanted. God I need you so bad. Now, please, please do something.” He confessed between quick, shaky breaths.

“Well, too bad. I just want cuddles today.”

And, with a grin on his face, he let go of Bojan completely and walked to the living room, leaving him panting heavily and painfully hard in his pants, leaning against the wall.

Fucking jerk.

50. …out of love.

They had been strolling around a lake, holding hands and admiring the beautiful spring landscape, full of blooming flowers that gave it a nice touch of color.

At one point, Nace began to pick up some flowers.

“What are you doing, Nacko?” Jan asked, curious.

“Picking up flowers,” he said simply.

“Yes, I can see that,” he laughed. “I mean why are you doing it.”

“To make you a flower crown, obviously,” Nace smiled.

“Oh.” Jan could already feel a small blush creeping up his cheeks. “Wait, I want to make you one too!”

Once they had picked enough flowers, they looked for a slightly clearer spot and sat down on the ground, facing each other.

Nace began braiding them together with ease, already forming the shape of the crown, while Jan was having trouble getting it started. He uttered an exasperated grunt, making Nace let out an amused chuckle.

“How come you can braid your hair perfectly and still don’t know how to make a simple flower crown?”

“Well at least my hair doesn't fall apart when I try to braid it,” he sighed resignedly, throwing away the flowers in his hands.

Nace laughed. “What?” the guitarist asked.

“Nothing. You're cute,” he said, booping his nose.

When Nace finished making it, he approached Jan to put it on him.

As he delicately placed the crown on Jan's head, the younger looked up at him with adoration and a soft smile on his face.

Nace admired his creation. They were white daisies, and while some might think them too plain and prefer other, more colorful or particularly shaped flowers, the bassist had chosen them for a reason. And seeing how the white and yellow contrasted with his boyfriend's beautiful black hair, he knew he had chosen well.

“...And? How does it look?” Jan asked, blushing a little under the other's fond gaze.

“You look gorgeous, love” he whispered, as if it was a well kept secret.

“Thank you, sonček.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, simply staring into each other's equally brown eyes, twin smiles painting their faces. Almost at the same time, their eyes started trailing down, glancing at each other's lips before going back up. It felt like time had slowed down somehow. How long have they been looking at each other - seconds, minutes, hours? They wouldn’t know. And it didn't matter.

Slowly, they began to move closer, their eyes never leaving each other's as their mouths met in the middle in a tender kiss, full of love and affection.

After an indefinite amount of time, their lips parted and they rested their foreheads together.

“C’mere,” whispered Jan, patting his lap.

Nace obeyed, shifting his position until he was lying on the grass, his head resting on Jan's lap.

Jan looked down at him with a gentle smile, beginning to stroke the soft brown locks between his fingers.

“Your hair it's getting long.”

“Hmm,” Nace hummed. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

With that, Jan started doing little braids on it, making the older giggle.

Life has many uncertainties, but if one thing was clear, it was that they loved each other.

masterlist | ao3 | ao3

#these are a bit shorter than the other so sorry for that but I hope you like them either way <3 #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #bokris #jan peteh #nace jordan #jance #ask #mine #maca writes #kiss prompts

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riostwsty · 1 year

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>> "Patching things up" << [ series preview ]

Summary: As careful as some of these boys may be, everyone gets hurt once in a while. And you just so happened to be around at the time to offer some help.

Key words: Scenarios, romantic, fluff-angst, third person narrator, pining cause I am the king of writing pining, almost friends to lovers?, gender neutral reader, g/n, reader not implied Yuu/MC

Characters: Ace x reader

CWs: minor injuries; mention of fighting; although I did my reseach, I'm no doctor so don't rely on me for first aid info! Why would you trust a fanfiction for that you silly!!

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[A/N: I intend to write this as a series for each character, the rest of heartslabyul is currently on the works, but I liked Ace's part so much I couldn't help but post earlier! I love writing for him. So take this as grand entrance / preview for the series]

— "Ace Trappola, what in the world hapenned to your face?—

—"[name], I know I'm super handsome and all, but no need to get all worked up about it, hahaha!"—

—"No Ace. Your eye. You got a black eye."—

He stopped his fairly convincing fake laughter with a sharp inhale and a less convincing averted gaze. He didn't want to tell them the whole story, lest he'd risk trouble by getting the information reach his superiors, or even worse, getting the friend in question to be worried sick- not that they weren't already.

Silence was his best bet. And so he proceeded. Making the student in front of him deepen their impatient glare further as the seconds passed. —"I'm serious. If you got in trouble you need to tell me."— Before Ace could make one of his sly remarks back, his friend gasped in sudden realization —"OH, so THAT'S why you've been avoiding me the last few days! 'packed with work' you said! bullshit!"—

—"Ha... I suppose I did say that. Not that It wasn't true! But the reason for this wound is actually..."— Ace stuttered for a brief moment, the person in front of him crossed their arms and tapped one finger in antecipation. Chances of getting his lie through were slim, specially when nervously making it up on the spot.

—"I- I went face first into a doorhandle?"—

—"Sounds more like a question than an answer."—

A long sigh escaped his lips as he passed by their side, walking out of the courtyard to take the corridor that led to the mirror chamber.

—"Do me a favor and don't worry about it, 'kay? This time, I promise it's a harmless business of my own. Just another accident."—

They opened their mouth to speak but soon enough shut it before they could muster a word. For Ace, that tone was uncharacteristically serious.

For just two days they haven't seen each other, but it felt like the longest amount of time that gathered so much left unsaid. For two whole days the usual light chattering during lunch was dead silent. For two whole days the accompanied walking back to the dorms was lonely. For two days, Ace didn't have anyone to pass his funny notes to during boring class periods, because he made sure he'd miss the common lessons they shared for the day, promising the professors to replace the missed contents during the following weekend. Ace's precious weekends he always got to fully spend with his absolute favorite person (No hard feelings, Deuce). He took the avoidance mission as seriously as a Trappola could.

They followed the red haired boy silently behind. Whatever the reason he chose to hide that bruised face, it was no use now that they got that uncovered, right? [name] could throw the commonly used "you know you can tell me anything" or "I'd never judge if you got yourself in a sticky situation", but they'd sound like a broken record. The duo got in weekly trouble more than one could count on their fingers, so naturally, honesty and being able to rely on each other were big pillars for their friendship. If Ace wasn't in the mood to opening up, that was fine, but they could not fully turn their back to the problem at hand.

—"Can I at least get that treated for you?"—

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—"For the hundreth time [name]. No, I don't have a headache. Yes, I can see perfectly from both eyes thank-you-very-much. And quit checking my temperature, I'm not your child!"— He lightly smacked their hand away from his forehead —"Where are you getting this questionaire from? I'm not gonna die from this."—

—"No, you're not going to die, but it's been some time, so you should have gotten that checked as soon as you 'went face first into a doorhandle'" — They gestured quotation marks with their fingers in the air

Ace scoffed as he pressed the ice pack on the injury, leaning his head back on the pillow. He gazed up the familiar ceiling of his current comapany's bedroom. —"Pfft- I didn't smack my face in a doorhandle, that would be stupid"—

—"Oh so you did lie that first time?"—

They got no response. The troublemaker could still get himself out of this. Maybe pretending to fall asleep, or jumping through the window, but he was tired. Too long without seeing each other, and now that he found himself on their arms again, he didn't want to leave.

He took a deep breath and got together all the courage he could find that moment. It wasn't much, but enough to blurt out a quick truth: —"Got into a fight."—

—"Are you fine with telling me why?"— They asked with not anger in their voice, nor annoyance, but care.

—"You."— He said —"They were talking shit about you so I punched them in the face"—

His friend widened their eyes at the information, and upon noticing it, he added quickly —"I knew you'd hate that I did something careless for your sake, but I promise it's the second and last time I throw fists on impulse."—

Ace concluded in a way to attempt to put an end to the conversation, but in a few moments he got a single response: —"Yeah. Don't do that."—

He let his eyes flutter shut, exhaling softly as if the weight of carrying that lie had been lifted.

—"But you know, next time-"— They continued —"call me up so I can deal with the bullies myself, yeah?"—

—"You're going to punch them in the face?"—

—"We're going to punch them in the face together"— They smiled —"....Just kidding, let's not tell Crowley about any of this"—

The boy laughed at the answer, the kind of laugh he only shared with the one and only he held so dearly in his heart. He could laugh away as many problems and pains as he wanted, but the truth- the real truth he swore was never to be admitted out loud.

The problem wasn't the black eye. The problem was that in the moment he got it, he realized how the love he bared for that friend had passed beyond solely platonic.

#oh I can only hope tumblr text editing don't screw everything up whenever I copy paste my works from my notes to a post #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #heartslabyul #[english works]

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Hawk Moskowitz x Rebellious!LaRusso!Reader

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ NSFW included but not too much ○ unedited ○

The moment she sees him, she knows it's a bad idea, but that's exactly what draws Reader to Hawk in the first place. She's at the beach with her friends, he's there with his, a chance encounter by all means because if she happened to be with her sister, they wouldn't have stayed. Cobra Kai left a bad taste in Sam's mouth, but Reader doesn't care as much. It's not as if she knew they were going to be at the beach anyway.

And of course she knows who Hawk is, she was at the All Valley tournament; she watched him fight. While she isn't into the whole karate as a sport thing, she can't deny that watching him excited her. He captivates her in a way no one else has before and he's absolutely intrigued by her. They gravitate toward each other like magnets, and once they touch, they can't seem to stop.

So when he comes over to flirt with her, few words are exchanged before they're making out under the sun. His friends are snickering while hers roll their eyes, but for the most part they are left to their own devices. He pulls her onto his lap and most of the day is spent heavily making out. She gives him her number by the time they're leaving and tells him to call her.

They hang out a lot after that, so long as he's not at the dojo. Dates consist of more making out and a ton of giggling. He teases her about her dad finding out he's a Cobra and she just rolls her eyes, saying her dad can eat it because this is fun. While it's thrilling to bring it up from time to time, it doesn't take up much of their relationships. It's mostly a stupid joke for a while.

Their relationship is undefined some time. She doesn't want to say she has a boyfriend if she can't run around yelling it at the top of her lungs. Essentially she hates the idea of being in a secret relationship, that is until her dad passes her off one day and she storms out of the house. When asked where she thinks she's going, she angrily huffs about going to her boyfriend's house.

"Boyfriend? What boyfriend?" Daniel turns to Amanda and Sam who watched the train wreck. "Did you know about this?"

At the shakes of their heads, he's only pushed further over the edge.

It's then Reader realizes she can push her father's buttons with this. He tries to parent her by being the authority, but she just doesn't listen. He wants her to invite her boyfriend over for dinner, she takes Hawk out for sushi instead. He wants to talk about her boyfriend with her, she gives very short and vague answers. He asks for the boys name and Reader says Eli because she knows her dad only knows him as Hawk at the moment. She has so much fun pushing him to his limits and it amuses her to no end.

Hawk is having fun too. He likes the sneaking around, the thrill of it all. After a while, the wild and heavy make outs are accompanied by actually getting to know each other and deep conversations. He's falling for her so hard in a matter of weeks.

He invites her over one day while his parents are out of the house. They hang out in his basement, just watching TV but soon become so involved with each other that TV is the last thing on their mind. They're just making out and grinding on each other. Their clothes are still on and they're just moaning into one another's mouths hotly. It only ramps up when he starts kissing her neck and he starts dry humping her, causing her to make a lot of noise and get her panties damp. They keep at it until they come in their pants and are panting heavily.

When she gets home, her dad has a conniption fit over the big, dark purple bruise on her neck. She acts like he's over exaggerating but she doesn't actually see it until she's in her room. However, all it does is turn her on and make her want Hawk even more, and want to mark him up too.

Meanwhile, Daniel is fuming and borderline losing his goddamn mind. He starts ranting and raving, raising all Hell the next time he sees his daughter. She just laughs at him and says "it's not like I'm gonna get pregnant," and walks off.

Daniel thinks he's gonna have a heart attack at this point. Poor thing.

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kalsiferdraws · 11 months

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The Deadlights: Let me care for you

Eddie couldn't blame Richie for punching Bill. He knew they had their fights time to time, and for the most part, they were over idiotic things. He always chucked it up to a dominance thing when they were younger. Richie challenging Bill's leadership. But this wasn't one of those times.

He would be lying of he said it didn't confuse him. He knew it was because Bill brought Audrie. But he had brought her to a few outings, and everytime Richie seemed to just ignore it. No matter how much Eddie couldn't.

Eddie didn't like her, not just because she was clingy. Obnoxiously clingy, not just with Bill. He learned that when Bill had invited her out to the Quarry with them. She would lean against Richie and Mike, a lot. It made Eddie's stomach turn and tightened everytime he saw her chest lean against Richie's arm. While, yes Richie and Mike would push her off, she kept doing it. And then when they were getting ready for the jump, he felt her hand on his back, hurrying him into the water below. He thought Beverly was gonna strangle her for it, but thankfully he and Stan calmed her down.

But clingy isn't the only reason why Eddie didn't like her. She was mean, spitting passive aggressive comments like a spitting cobra. She mainly did it to Stan and Ben for some reason. Stan could always hold his own, snapping back at her without hesitation. But Ben was just trying to brush it under the rug. He was nice like that, just wanting everyone to be friendly and together. She tried once with Eddie, but the good thing about a short temper is it makes people you don't like keep a distance.

Eddie couldn't help but wonder what she caused Richie and Bill to fight. If it even was a fight. They used to jump each other, leaving nothing but bruises and maybe some blood here and there. He wasn't sure if it's cause Ben and Mike grabbed Richie so quickly, or if Bill just didn't want to fight back. One punch was short for them, it was a little odd. When Eddie touched Richies face and looked into his eyes, he could see the anger inside them. He could also see when the anger melted off, and his pupils grow. They always seemed bigger when Eddie looked into them.

While the others left the stage, heading to Ben's truck no doubt for their "after concert diner run" Eddie couldn't help but constantly look behind him. He would walk a few steps, look behind him, walk a few more. He was getting irritated, he didn't even know why. So when he heard footsteps behind him he was ready to snap, opening his mouth before seeing Richie. Alone. He looked behind him, expecting to see Stan and Bill, but when he didn't he looked up at Richie confused.

"They're talking," Richie said. His tone was cold, lacking any kind of emotion. Which was... odd for Richie. Eddie put his hand on Richie's chest, stopping him from walking further. Richie's eyes looked into Eddie's again, showing the pupils grow again. They stared for a moment before Richie forced a smile and grabbed Eddie's hand into his own. "I'm fine, Eds." Eddie looked at his hand. He was obviously not fine.

"Don't call me Eds," he muttered pulling Richies hand to him and glaring at it. "Your knuckles are bruising... again." He looked up at Richie, his nose crinkled as he glared. "You gotta ice it dude."

"Not much ice around here," Richie said, moving his gaze to Eddie's hands holding his own. "I can get the diner to give me extra ice."

"Absolutely not," Eddie declared. "Do you know how filthy their ice is? The bacteria that's inside it?" He rolled his eyes huffing. It made Richie chuckle, finally showing his real smile. "I'm being serious."

"I know you are," Richie said between chuckles. "You got a different solution doc?" Eddie looked around. He knew he had to ice Richies knuckles fast so the bruise wouldn't be too big. It would be hard to explain a bruised hand away during a concert or interview. He spotted one of the staff walking, clearing his throat. Richie looked over at the worker, raising an eyebrow.

"Excuse me!" Eddie called out. The man perked up looking at them. He trotted over quickly, looking at Richie with an awestruck gaze and red cheeks. Eddie felt his eyebrow twitch. "We need an ice pack. Do you have an emergency kit or something around here?" Richie could hear his annoyance, making him fight another chuckle. The staff member stumbled his words a bit before nodding and trotting off. Eddie rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Honestly, you're a normal person."

"I'm a rock star," Richie grinned. "I make many tremble just with these fingers - ow!" He flinched as Eddie squeezed his hand slightly. "OK, ok I get it," Richie laughed. Eddie eased his grip, looking back at Richie's hand. "Its not that bad Eds. I can really just ice it at the di-"

"No," Eddie said firmly. It made Richie's mouth shut. "I'm going to make sure it's properly handled." Eddie swore he heard Richie take a sharp breath in, he loosened his grip more on Richie's hand making sure not to hurt him again.

"Youre gonna nurse it back to full health huh?" Richie's tone was soft now, even with his teasing.

"Are you going to let me?" Eddie smiled, teasing back. He looked up at Richie, seeing a sight he didn't expect. Richie's eyes were a deep black only a small sliver of his brown left, his eyes half lidded. His cheeks and the bridge of his nose were a deep red. It made Eddie's heart pounding against his ribs. Richie must've realized he looked different from normal cause he laughed, looking away from Eddie.

"Of course Dr. Kaspbrak." Eddie groaned at the nickname, noticing the staff member come back. He handed Eddie a small ice pack and a wrapping bandage. Eddie didnt think both would be needed but it is always good to have something incase. He thanked the man for his time, before pulling Richie's arm to a set of boxes. He sat Richie down on one, holding his hand.

After a moment of silence, due to Eddie hyperfocusing on Richie's knuckles, he cleared his throat. "Why did you hit him?" He asked softly. Richie shrugged. "Rich... you have never randomly hit him before. What happened?" Richie looked at him and hummed.

"He was being insensitive," Richie said bluntly. Eddie raised an eyebrow, holding the ice back to a new knuckle. "He just... he hurt Stan, a lot."

"So you punched him?" Eddie asked, genuinely confused. Richie nodded. "You know Stan can handle his own, why are you fighting Bill for him?"

Richie was silent for a moment, before he looked at Eddie. "Have you... ever liked someone?" Eddie's eyes widened a bit, caught off guard. His eyes scanned around, before he blushed slightly and nodded. He saw Richie bit his lip a bit before he spoke again. "If you were making it obvious to the person, and even with how obvious it was, they openly dated someone else. Invited them out with you and your friends. How would you feel?"

Eddie thought for a moment before he answered. "I mean.. I do make it obvious but..." his voice was quiet when he answered, a bit nervous. "I suppose I'd be, upset?" Richie just stared at him, waiting for everything to click. But Eddie just stared blankly back. Richie groaned.

"Didn't you notice the song set tonight?" He asked. Eddie thought a moment. They were mostly covers if he remembered right, mostly about confessions or crushes or-

"Oh my god!" Eddie put his hands on Richie's shoulders. "Stan likes Bill?!" Richie covered his mouth with his hand, shushing him. It made Eddie blush a bit, looking Richie up and down. He realized that saying something like that outloud could really hit their band hard. He swallowed as Richie uncovered his mouth. "Since when?"

"Uh, since always?" Richie tilted his head. "You didn't notice?" Eddie shrugged, making Richie drop his head. "God you're dense as fuck."

"I am not, it wasn't obvious!" Eddie said, looking back at Richie's hand. He was debating in his head if it should be wrapped up, at least for the night. He unraveled the bandage, shrugging that it would at least keep it tight.

"It was so obvious even Mike caught on," Richie laughed. He looked at Eddie, admiring how focused he was. "Now I have to know your definition of 'obvious'." He was mainly teasing, Eddie knew that. But still, it made him nervous.

"Yknow, being around him, sneaking off to hang out with him," Richie bit his lip again. "Caring for him, even if he's an idiot." Richie opened his mouth, letting out a gasp. Eddie looked at him, a smile creeping on his face, but he fought to keep it down.

"Wait, Eds.. do you-" Richie was cut off by the sound of heels clicking towards them. Eddie groaned, Richie glaring in the direction of the noise.

Of course.

#it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #band au #au #alternate universe #short fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #richie x eddie #richie trashmouth #eddie spaghetti #so close #yet so far

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But gods, the sight before him was fucking delicious. On her knees between his legs, she’s got one hand on each of his thighs to steady herself as she sits up, her back straightened so he has a perfect view of those perky, round tits that sway when he strikes that reddened ass of hers hard. Her front is decorated entirely in blues, purples, and browns in mottled spots all over her neck, shoulders, and breasts. She pants for him, her now empty mouth ajar to let air pass between them while hooded eyes hazy with lust gaze up at him. “Gods, you look so pathetic, female,” he chides, slapping the other asscheek so roughly that she cries out. “So pathetically sexy. Do you have any idea how breedable you look right now?” She shakes her head, and the hand he’s left on her bruised asscheek opens so he can grab it forcibly. The action is all the warning she needs as she whispers a quiet, “No, alpha.” Playing coy, was she ? Two could play at that game. He rolls his tongue along his cheek. “No? Well, let me tell you something. You look prettier on your knees for me than you ever did in my fantasies.” He kneads into the sore flesh of her ass while he tugs up on his cock. “I just want to fuck you so hard, omega. Want to put my pups in you so you have no choice but to submit to me when your body changes and needs its mate to take care of it.” He squeezes hard into her asscheek, his hand hastening its speed along his length. “Those pretty tits of yours will get so sore from the milk you’ll make for my pups, and you’ll fucking beg me to suck on them. To make the ache stop. And do you want to know something else?” He turns his head so his lips pass hers, his mouth dangling near the side of her jaw as he mutters, “I hear you omegas talk. And when you’re pregnant with my children, female, you’ll want me to ravage that hole of yours,” he drags his tongue up along the edge of her jaw, “all…the…time.”

His words have her mewling desperately, her cheeks turning red from his words as her pussy clenches around nothing, her slick running down her thighs hopelessly now. She knows that what he's saying is true. She's heard the omegas speak of how torturous it is to have to go through the rise and fall of their already heightened hormones when their mates refuse to be anything but careful and absolutely gentle with them despite their begging. And given her record, there's no way she'd be able to take it. She's already a pit of raging horniness when around him. She gets turned by the simplest of things he does, and she knows that he knows about it. She can't help the way those butterflies go wild and crazed in her tummy during moments like.. like when he would lean against the doorfracme, his built arms crossed in front of his chest, simply watching her with those hooded eyes of his as she'd get ready for the day. Her mind simply reels when she thinks back those little memories of how her heart would fucking pound in her chest when he'd corner her against the bookshelf, reaching out for a book she'd struggled to get down herself, effortlessly swiping it off the rack only to lean down, catching her stare for a quick moment, smirking to himself when she'd quickly look away, clearing her throat as if he couldn't hear the wild beating of her heart. These were only a few of the numerous examples of when he'd have her literally drooling for him. And fuck.. she can't imagine how much more she'd have to take if he were to get her pregnant with his pups. The thought sends her wolf into a frenzy, and she knows he can no doubt hear her thoughts. The way the color of his irises oscillates between the bright gold specks and harsh cold icicles tells her that it's not just her wolf that's stirring about now. The thought has her back freezing over, her gaze caught in his hopelessly. She wouldn't be able to take it. No way would she be able to keep her hands to herself if she were to let herself be swept up in the hormones. Nor does she think he'd be able to either.

There’s no doubt in his mind that he’d only become more protective and possessive over her when her breeding time came. Males of their kind, by their nature, were prone to such behavior when they either newly mated or had impregnated their mates.

He could hardly leave her side as it was. Being away from her felt…wrong. It felt like something was missing when he was by his lonesome. Like a dark night without the moon to give light to his way. When her time came, he would be on her like a shadow.

He saw the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. He heard all the whisperings of hers that she’d keep under her breath when she went on her little outings with Seokjin, Niva, or any other female she chose to spend her days with.

Her nights were reserved solely for him. But when she was with other omegas, she was never quiet where it came to questions that would inevitably be asked about him. And his omega was always ready to speak of him.

He had found, from tailing her on a few of those outings out of concern for her safety, that she enjoyed it when he did little things to demonstrate his virility. From leaning against the doorframe to coming up behind her and getting a book that had been too high for her to reach, she just loved it when he showed his vigor.

Perhaps he was guilty of not wearing a shirt when it got too hot, but she never complained. And she never would. He knew she salivated at the view of him. It was why he did it in the first place.

Perhaps he was a little too loud with his grunts when he had the axe in both hands and split wood with it in the front of their den or worked out in the backyard, but she hadn’t ever seemed to mind. On the contrary, he could smell how much she didn’t mind when he returned to the den and she all but jumped him.

Even when that beautiful creature of his wasn’t jumping him, she lived in his head every second of the day.

From the moment he woke up, she was on his mind. Every morning, she lay tucked under his arm, her pretty lips just inches from his neck or chest depending on where she’d rolled from the nights activities. She woke him with featherlight kisses and sweet affirmations, her bed head so fucking cute in how it was always tousled.

It made him want to ruin it more.

More than that, when she’d finally managed to be released from his arms, she always got timid and shy when he’d stare at her divine body. She often tried to pull a sheet around herself with cheeks red as a cherry as if he hadn’t fucked her senseless the night before. As if he hadn’t seen and run his fingers and tongue everywhere she would let him.

It always took her awhile to get ready with all the distractions he threw her way, but she always managed to make his mouth water when she let him watch her dress. Sometimes those clothes would make it to the door. Sometimes they wouldn’t.

Her hairstyles that she worked so hard to do would always get disheveled. And gods, why was it so hot that she looked like a fucking piece of art when her hair was mused and messy?

It was entirely her fault for being too fucking irresistible, really.

When those little pups in the schoolhouse that she taught would ask her questions and she answered without any hesitation, passion shining in those pretty eyes when it concerned history or language of the pack, his heart twinged at the sight. Not only was her intelligence attractive, but the gentle, kind way she would share that knowledge to the little ones was so maternal, so motherly that he found himself thanking the gods for giving him such a nurturing, sentimental creature.

When the sun had begun to fall and she was the last in the schoolhouse, he came to her to escort her home. She always tried to deny her tiredness, but one knowing look from him was enough to silence it. Her pouts were so fucking cute when she hopped into his arms or climbed on his back.

Sometimes she wanted to make a quick stop at the archives and wanted to select a book to bring home with her. He obliged her always, for he found her desire to read and educate herself alluring. Sometimes he’d play around with her by sitting with his legs a little too spread apart, his hands hooked behind his head so she had plenty to stare at when she looked to him to ask his opinion on which book sounded better. With her head popping out behind a bookcase and a lantern swinging in one hand, she was adorable.

When he’d bring her home and she let him watch her change, that dusty pink on her cheeks would creep back. And when she knew he was staring at her while she made supper, she’d innocently bend over just enough to make him wonder what she had on underneath those skirts of hers.

When that happened, his appetite was limited to one thing: her.

When she was ready, he couldn’t wait to give her the family they’d spoken of having one day.

He didn’t want to make love to her because he wanted pups. He wanted pups because he loved her so much that he wanted to have a family with her.

#alpha jungkook asks

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relocatedheads · 2 years

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Mechanic!Eddie Headcanons

except this time he had a partner!!!

‘Can I read the previous parts’ you ask? ‘Show them the tapes, You honour!’ I bellow: Part 1 Part 2

(( Ohmy! lookie here... An Eddie Masterlist! ))

*cracks knuckles* lesss-mfing-gooooo

✁ he has his own work station, so slung into multiple drawers are photos of you both, your staple lippy, some hair bands that are actually yours but he says are his

✁ the photos definitely range from cute candid hill top picnic dates right down to pure unadulterated filth... cuffs, hands, bruises, body fluids...

✁ he absolutely loves you visiting him on his breaks

✁ you meet up outside the garage, him sitting on his bonet always smoking a ciggie, legs dangling out -> you job is to bring the lunch

✁ lunch is always some form of left over hearty family meal you had from the night before -> a cold roast / fresh Mac n cheese / fajitas

✁ Eddie gives me vibes of a good cucumber sandwich lover ---> he can never deicide if yous or Waynes are better tho

✁ when you join him for lunch, he’ll always take an extra 10 minute longer break

✁ he will always tell you about the things he’s fixed that day - even if you don’t understand:

“Oh! Dave - yakno the guy in the corner shop, sells cigs to the kids, weird head shape, looks a little too pale to be healthy? Yeah! Right! Him. Well he come in, and I don’t think ive heard a car scream for help as much as that thing! His cambelt was ruined- practically non existent!”

You nodding along as best as you could, getting completely stupped on one word “Cambelt?”

“Sits in the engine, literally looks like a belt. makes the car move. like so when you press a pedal, the car moves smoothly. makes a little pour noise when it’s old.” He lists, pulling a finger out with each sentence, and making a purring / clicking sound with his tongue at the end.

You nod. He immediately regains his enthusiasm, spiking his posture up, “Well, that! It was finished! Y/n, sweetheart, if a car could cry tears, she was sobbing. I’m actually surprised it still drove!”

✁ Sometimes if you were bored you'd surprise him and just come down to sit with him through his shift.

✁ that’d mean you’d either be keeping him company while he spoke in car to you mostly rambling to himself, you’d get to be his little tool passing slave, you’d get to offload your drama and personal stress while he was head deep in an engine ✁ “Sweethearrrttt, you know you love me?” *queue the Eddie Munson butter-wouldn’t-melt grin*

“What do you want me to get?”

“a round headed screwdriver and 3 screws, top draw on the left.”

“you’re lucky I love you, munson”

✁ oh my god- TELL ME HE WOULDN’T TEACH YOU HOW TO DO SOMETHING?!

✁ like change a tail light or something so small and delicate

✁ he’d froth at the mouth teaching you!! leant up behind you, guiding you hands around the place, if you got oil on them, you’d just rub them over his uniform like it was nothing AND HE’D GO CRAZZZZYY

✁ None of you can’t convince that you wouldn’t be there enough for the other boys to love having you around too!!

✁ STOP- wait one of the younger lads didn’t know you were Eddie’s partner and kinda sorta had an infactuation for you and totally learnt the hard way you were taken..

✁ yes I am talking about Eddie catching some sort of wind about this and like brutally and almost totally unexpectedly throwing you against something and just kissing the breath out your lungs.

✁ Maybe you’re telling him about your day and the kid walks on the floor, Eddie catches him looking over and he just.. in milliseconds goes from kneeling on the ground changing a tire cap to having you pinning to the bench you were sat on, lips lost in his !!

✁ I imagine if you enjoy an oil stained, gasoline smelling Eddie, he’d relish in it. Like you’ve just met him on the floor and you just kinda flat line for a moment as the vibe / smell / aura of him just drowns you. He obbbbviously knows so he just stands there googley eye staring at you with this stupid smug smile.

✁ little does he know your knees are weak! your tummy is a home for all the worlds butterflies! you could get on your knees and not get up for a week whenever he’s like this

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fragileizywriting · 6 months

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Day 12 - Coming Dry

It is three in the morning, Adrien’s had his tongue in her mouth for thirty minutes, and her clit is throbbing. Absolutely throbbing. What the Hell. What the absolute Hell. How’d she even get here? It’s so early. Adrien himself should be asleep, curled up around his only, miserable pillow, dreaming about something regal and princelike— how did the two of them find each other in the middle of the night, pressed up against one another, swapping spit like a couple of teenagers in the middle of Elysium instead? Oh, god. Her panties.

She can’t even hear the music because she’s too busy thinking about how wet her panties are. Wow! Oh, furthermore, she can’t focus on the wetness, because the bass of the music— Nino picked this one on purpose, he must’ve— is making her vibrate in her seat, and her clit— oh, her clit…

No one blame her for wanting to scream.

She’d gotten off of the dancefloor to get some water, because dancing, especially with Adrien, works up a sweat. Adrien had followed, hungry eyes and deadshot shadow, practically swallowing her alive with that look he’d given her when she’d flagged Luka down for a cup of something light. Refreshing. Something that would give her a reason to stop looking at her jittering hands, her wobbly fingers, her singing, stinging skin, because she’s caught him in her web, and instead of fighting it, Adrien had aquieced. He’s hers.

Uh oh.

Her cup is on the counter, left untouched, and instead of her lipstick smearing on the rim of the glass, it’s all over him instead. Red is such a gorgeous color on dark honeyed skin, and wears it like jewels, even as he licks his lips with greed, fangs huge, like he’s the succubus instead, and he’s caught himself a meal for the night.

How did this even happen?

“You okay?” he asks, mouth swollen with bruises.

“Fine!” she chirps. Her mouth must be worse. Adrien kisses like he’s trying to win a competiton, and ever since he found out that she has a gland at the back of her throat that she takes advantage of similar to a G-Spot whenever she gives them a blowjob, it’s been his life purpose to make her buzz in arousal.

Like here.

Like now.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely!”

“You sure?” he asks again, that smirk of his turning salacious when he looks down to her thighs squished and pressed together.

Oh, damn him, he knows. He knows, he knows, he knows. Of course he knows. Why wouldn’t he know? They’ve been dating for years, now. Even before then, he knew that the glimmering blush on her skin was only one thing: sex-brained, ditzy lust, something lethal that hooks her insides and rips through her organs until she can’t even breathe. Right now, the sense of orgasm is right at the pit of her stomache, starting to hurt with how much pressure she puts on herself. It’s so, so good, but just painful enough for her to squeak when Adrien pulls away to drink the glass of water set out for her.

“Everything’s fine,” she huffs.

“Good to know.” He follows it with a wink. “Here I thought you were getting itchy— but you’re a good girl, right? No need to get itchy, because you’re not thinking of anything dirty, right?”

Should she play along? Is this what he wants? Does he want to toy with her? She knows that demons like to play with their prey before eating, but she’s the succubus. She loves edging Adrien until swallowing whole, but— but— but— but this just isn’t fair, not with her sitting her, whimpering for his touch, for release— “Hah—”

“Good girl,” he cooes.

Fine. Fine. She can… she can do this. “I’m a good girl.”

“My perfect girl.”

“Your perfect girl,” she repeats, whimpering at the gentle touch on the collarbones. Can’t he see that her nipples are hard under her dress? Why doesn’t he do anything about that?

Anyway, why is he even talking? Who gave him permission to pull away and start talking? There are many other things he could be doing at the moment, and none of them require this. How about he keeps his hands on her waist? Or better yet, why doesn’t he scoot over, make room on his thighs for her to sit right on them? She needs to borrow a thigh. Just one. He won’t mind the mess she’ll make on his slacks, she knows it, and that rising heartbeat in her cunt is sign that she needs to act fast or else she’s going to left tearing off Elysium’s bathroom wallpaper with sexual tension.

“Adri—hmmnmm—” she cuts herself off when that hand of his, huge and sinful, grabs her waist again and melts her into his skin. She can feel his own arousal under his slacks touching her on the belly, thick and heavy and staining the roof of her mouth into something syrupy and sweet, but it’s an afterthought— and afterthought!— to the teeth against her neck. He bruises her with those fangs, almost daring her to move so he can tear through skin, murmuring against her throat about how much he adores her. Needs her. Breathes for her. Everything she wants to do is abated by him; every move of her hand across the counter is stopped by a giant fist made around her wrist, trapping her in place; every kick of her leg brings her heeled feet over his thighs; every gasp is swallowed by a dark murmur of his own.

This might as well be public sex, the way he’s defiling her.

Oh!

Christ!

The epilectic lights of the club are scattering any thoughts she has— of public decency— of respectable attention to their boyfriend on the other side of the countertop who no doubt is having the time of his life watching her go limp in a demon’s grasp— of even remembering what her name is. All she can think about is that breath. That gasp. That snarl wrapped around her throat like a jewel, one that promises to keep her forever. He finds her lips again and their teeth click and she’s absolutely a gonner with the way she sighs and flutters her eyes. This just can’t be beat.

“Touch me,” she begs, pulling away to grab one of his hands.

“No.”

“Please.”

“No,” he replies, simply and honestly, though the flash of teeth as he smiles shows that he’s teasing her. There’s a thumb on her mouth. Pressing in. She opens her mouth and sucks on his digit, just on instinct, whining against his fingernail. “Why would I do that, Baby? You want to come?”

“Adrien, plea—”

She does when he reaches further with his thumb, bruising the gland all the way at the back of her throat. Bullseye…

Christ.

Her nails dig into his slacks as her poor, neglected clit continues to buzz in anticipation, while her cunt seizes slowly and softly, forced orgasming at out of nowhere. It’s liquidy. It’s intense. It’s so messy that there’s a pitter-patter on the tile in between them as she comes, staining the insides of her thigh glittery and gold from syrup. She could cry. Maybe she already is. Oh, god.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, when her legs are wobbling like bambi, and she can’t stop whining.

#speakizys #demon lovin #i wrote this in the car with no internet access (on purpose so i could focus) so excuse any grammar mistakes (more than usual)

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I don't know if this is an unpopular opinion or not but my favorite one this week turned out to be Match in a Tinderbox. I really like the different first meeting, the hook up in the bathroom, TK (spoilers for those who haven't read it) saving Carlos from Alex. I want to live inside that AU a little longer and see what develops and what happens. It was a really interesting story and left me wanting more. The way you wrote it was just so so so good.

I really enjoyed this part:

Something lights up in Carlos’ chest as the man draws him with his arms around Carlos’ neck, and Carlos isn’t sure why he expected the kiss to be rough and hurried but it’s anything but. It’s sweet, and soft and tastes a little like lemonade, and Carlos finds himself relaxing into the stranger’s touch as he brushes the back of his hand over the stranger’s cheek and cups his jaw.

When the stranger draws back, there’s a confused expression etched on his features that Carlos agonises about for some reason. It looks worried and a little hurt, and he’s about to ask what the problem is when the other man opens his mouth. Carlos obediently snaps his own shut.

“Why did you kiss me like that?” he asks, uncurling one of his arms from Carlos’ neck to bring a finger to his lips, as if Carlos has bruised them.

“Like what?” Carlos asks, genuinely perplexed. He drops his hand to his side.

The stranger pauses, eyes darting to the hand Carlos has just removed from his skin. “Like I mean something.”

Carlos stills. “Everyone means something,” he replies, bluntly.

The way Carlos kisses TK like he means something even though he doesn't even know TK... it's just beautiful. Like no matter what AU, where they are, who they are, they always matter to each other as if it's a law of the universe.

I do hope that you'll consider expanding the AU and maybe writing a little more for it, if you don't I totally understand! But if you do I'll definitely read it.

Thank you for pushing out of your comfort zone and giving us 7 fics that were just absolutely a delight to read. Each morning I woke up, the first thing I did was look to see if you had posted a new fic or not. They really made my week.

Also, sorry for the long ask. I hope it can make up for the fact my comments were nowhere near as grand or long as your fics deserved this week.

oh my god do not apologise for one second! this ask is amazing and I love it with my whole heart ❤️

I kind of love this AU in a weird way despite the fact that it is very underdeveloped at this point in time! I want to see their first date, I want to see TK's multiple crises about being with someone who really cares about him and loves as hard as he does. I want to see TK have a meltdown about what he deserves and struggling to accept how much Carlos is willing to give him. Someone asked for their wedding speech? trying to explain away this first meeting? I want to see that! I wish I could download all these thoughts into a doc and just roll them out 😂

I wrote this fic originally as a crack idea just to get me through day 5, and then it got legs (which is so odd because before I found lone star, i wrote exclusively AU fics!) Also, I can totally see Alex being unbothered by all of this - I think he's well aware that he and Carlos are not on the same wavelength (Carlos definitely missed some cues there).

Tarlos is the law of the universe and you are right to say it! Thank you again so much for this ask and I'm so happy you enjoyed my rogue AU!

#ask #answered #smut week #match in a tinderbox

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