#you'd lit have to pry him off

[dmercer91]

can we get a part 2 of luke liking jacks best friend??? maybe where they end up together 🤭

got the girl, lh43

in which luke's behaviour finally clicks and you mess with him until he can admit his feelings out loud (2.0k)

soft, almost needy/naive luke is becoming my favourite cause i love me a boy that's deeply reliant on his snuggles despite being tall and man shaped. a little unproofread and a little silly in the middle, for flavour

when you woke up, you found yourself tucked under lukes arm, your face now a little hidden into his neck so that he could be far up enough on the bed that his legs didn't teeter the edge.

he was sound asleep, a little less of a morning person than you despite his hectic schedule during most of the year.

the summer was his time to sleep until ludicrous hours, and you took note throughout the years that he always took advantage.

he was always the last one of the brothers to hobble downstairs for breakfast, sleep frequently prominent in his eyes and his hair a tangled mess of his curls that were drying out due to the lake water and lack of caring for.

so you let him rest, carefully untangling yourself from his grasp and heading to wash your face, and brush your teeth. it would be a while before quinn was up, usually the most responsible brother who knew that if he got up early enough he could poach some of your breakfast and have a little while of peace in the gym or front yard.

you cleaned up some of the water bottles that had been left in the living room from the night prior, folding the throw blankets and fixing up the pillows before starting to cook your breakfast, deciding on a simple one for today; eggs, toast and some fruit.

what you didn't expect was to hear the creak of the stairs within a few seconds of you frying your eggs, your eyebrows furrowing as you examined the microwave for the time.

a little early for quinn, but you figured it was him anyways. "quinny?" you said, your voice travelling far enough to make it to the stairs but not to make its way upstairs and wake anyone.

when he didn't answer, you turned your head and saw that it was luke, rubbing exhaust from his eyes and sleepily making his way over to you.

you smiled, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and tug you into him, and sharp whine echoing into your ear as he saw that you were cooking breakfast.

"it's so early.. come back to bed w' me," he pleaded, tugging you away from the oven and pawing at the knobs of the stove, trying to turn it off.

you giggled, adjusting his arms on you and turning back to your pan, shaking your head.

"i'm making my breakfast, lukey. i can make you some, hm?" he shook his head, tucking his face into your neck as if the natural morning light was too harsh on his eyes.

his arms unravelled from your waist, hands planting on your hips and soothing up and down, pulling your shirt up on your waist a little with each passing.

you bit your lip, his actions from now and last night finally coming together in your brain.

snuggling up with you, staring at you instead of watching a movie he picked out, agreeing to spend the night with you, calling you baby by accident. you weren't sure how you hadn't picked up on it before.

everything was confirmed for you when the stairs croaked once again, now under the feet of the eldest hughes brother. when he saw you, luke still trying to pry your attention away from anything that wasn't him, his face lit with an amused smile.

he knew

you started to ponder on if jack knew, or even trevor and alex. if everyone was painfully aware of luke's eyes always being trained on you and decided to keep it from you.

you blinked back into reality, turning off the stove and plating your eggs. "lu?" you mumbled, offhandedly like you had a question you'd been meaning to ask him for some time, even though it only just come to you.

he hummed, hopeful eyes peeking up at you and his hands coming to a halt. "how about you go get ready and ill make you some breakfast, n' we can have it out on the boat," you murmured, cupping his head in your hand and playing with his curls.

you were gonna see how long it took until he broke, admitted how he'd been feeling.

you watched as his eyes dilated, scanning down to your lips with a deer in headlights-esque look of infatuation. he licked his lips, eyes darting back up to yours as soon as he caught his own staring.

he then nodded, blinking away the evident look of euphoria on his face at the feeling of your hands in his hair.

"oh," he murmured, still nodding along to your question. it was like he was under a spell. "okay," he finished, your hand retreating from his curls and pressing to his chest.

"i'll meet you out there, alright? gotta change once i'm done making your food," you instructed, earning one last nod of confirmation before he finally tore his body away from yours and lugged himself back upstairs and towards his own room.

"don't tell me you're gonna do this until he tells you himself," quinn's voice came from behind you once luke's bedroom door was shut and he couldn't hear the conversation.

"what's the fun in telling him i know? and plus, you can't tell me you didn't love watching that," you gestured to where luke had been standing, calling back to the blindingly obvious pining that the older brother had watched from the stairs.

he nodded a little, smile cracking at his lips as he took the plate of food you had already made for yourself.

you glared at him, mixing together another couple eggs into your bowl now that yours were gone.

"what! they would've been cold by the time you got to the boat anyways," he defended, shovelling a fork full of eggs into his mouth and sitting down at the island.

"y/n?" he asked, swallowing his bite.

you hummed, looking back at him as you poured the eggs into the pan. "you won't just lead him on, will you? like, you feel the same," he asked quietly, eyes avoiding yours after a quick second of eye contact.

your lips pulled back into a smile at his attempt at nonchalant protectiveness over his youngest brother, and you shook your head. "silly question. remember the girl who's face i shoved into a pile of snow? when we were kids?" you recalled, and quinn chuckled.

"yeah. i guess he's kinda always been yours," he stated, much more comfortable now that he knew two of his favourite people would soon stop dancing around each others requited feelings.

when the stairs could be heard again, you were expecting luke, but instead you saw your best friend, gloomy as he stared at you.

"you watched top gun without me, and you had our movie night with my little brother," he pouted, going up to you and ruffling your hair, tugging you into a side hug.

"even?" he asked, looking down at you hopefully.

"you threw me into the pool while i was wearing white. and zegras was there. even," you stuck your hand out, watching as he bashfully took it up to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

"not my brightest impulse decision, i have to admit," he sighed, reaching over your head for a plate and stealing the toast that had come out of the toaster, then some eggs.

you gave him the same glare you'd sent quinn, earning a similarly mischievous grin.

"why'd you make so much if s' not for me?" he wiggled his eyebrows, eyeing luke's bedroom door.

you rolled your eyes, a response you seemed to have needed to resort to one too many times this morning. for future reference, you'd keep in mind that one brother at a time for this hour of the morning was more than enough.

"her and lukey have a breakfast boat date," quinn teased, the two of them looking at each other with excited looks, both with hints of relief that something finally stirred between you and luke.

"at long last was getting a little long, munchkin. good for you," he kissed your forehead, sitting next to quinn at the counter.

"you're both just.. so insufferable" you grumbled, now having to finish off the carton of eggs you'd been using since two plate fulls had been stolen from you.

you popped more toast into the toaster, frowning at the empty plate of strawberries you’d cut up and grabbing the container of unsliced ones to make up some more.

switching focus back to the eggs, you scrambled them up and shook the pan around, ensuring a more even cook.

then, thing one and thing two came jogging downstairs in a full fledged conversation at the top of their lungs

“no, no. i totally kicked your a- ooh, fruit,“ he went to grab a piece of strawberry, earning a slap on the hand.

you spun around, spatula drawn like a sword at his face

“zegras, if you touch my food, this spatula is going down your throat.” his eyes went wide for a second, index finger pointing to your utensil and slowly lowering it down

“i liked you better yesterday,” he grinned, winking and grabbing an apple from the fridge, tossing one to alex. “touchy, this morning.” he grumbled under his breath as you glared at jack

“come on, man. you’re gonna get my top gun privileges revoked. again,” jack got up to put his plate away, shoving trevor’s shoulder on the way by.

“i like that that’s what you’re worried about, that’s really cool of you, j.” you rolled your eyes once more, finally greeting alex with a ruffle of his hair.

then finally, after the string of hockey boys coming down to steal your breakfast, each adorned with bottomless pits for stomachs- luke made his way back to the kitchen. he was now in a hoodie and swim shorts, his hair wet from his shower.

“could you finish up plating everything, lu? your brothers stole our original plates so i’m running a little behind,” you smiled sarcastically as the two eldest waved to you

luke chuckled, nodding and taking your place in front of the stove.

while you changed, he finished cutting up the fruit, he put whatever spreads you’d taken out on the toast, and he split the eggs.

when he was done, he turned to see his brothers, along with trevor, alex and cole- who came down as you went back up, staring at him.

he turned his shoulders inward, suddenly a little too self aware.

“.. what?” quinn grinned, cole coming to pat him on the back as he made his own meal.

“look who finally got the girl,” trevor teased, alex wiggling his eyebrows after taking a bite of his apple.

he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at jack who nodded in confirmation.

“i got the girl?” he asked softly, arms falling to his sides, slightly limp in his state of shock.

“yeah, you did.” you smiled from the entrance to the kitchen, coming up and massaging his shoulder a little.

“you are no fun,” you pointed at quinn, who raised his hands in defence.

“what? why?” luke asked, looking down at you with his head tilted adorably.

“i was gonna mess with you just a little longer. wanted you to admit it,” you grinned, hand on his abs

he smiled a little, pecking your lips.

you tugged at him, grabbing your plate and nodding to his.

“c’mon, now.” you pulled him towards to patio door.

the boys whistled after the two of you and you giggled, looking back to see jack with a proud, almost bashful smile. his favourite people, this’d mean a lot to him even if he never said it.

to save face, the last thing you heard from him on your way out of the back was ‘wear protection!’

you shook your head with a smile, turning to luke now that you couldn’t be seen.

“my lukey,” you murmured, cupping his face and kissing him softly, still more intense now that there wasn’t an audience.

he nodded into your kiss, returning the favour with a hint of desperation.

“my girl,”

#e’s fics #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #hughes brothers

[augustinbluex]

shoplifter

Pairings: Step Dad Mark x Security Guard Jeno x afab Reader

Summary: when you got caught stealing in a sex shop, you thought you'd earn another lecture from your stepdad. however, the lesson was not what you’d excepted

Genre: smut

Warnings: noncon elements, unprotected sex (be safe!), anal sex, rough sex, threesome, stepcest, double penetration, face slapping, pussy slapping, humiliation, degradation, fingering, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, creampie, overstimulation.

Word count: 3k+

THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL GIRL DINNER. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

You sat there, your gaze fixated on the ticking clock, the anticipation clawing at your nerves. The wait was killing you—you’d been caught in this stupid fucking store, having maybe tried to leave without paying. The rent-a-cop had seized you, dragging you into the dimly lit backroom, but you managed to pull the name of Mark Lee out of your pocket like a desperate trump card. A way to escape the clutches of this predicament. The guard had glowered at you, reluctantly agreeing to make the call.

Mark would undoubtedly give you hell for this, yet he would also ensure that this embarrassing incident remained hidden from prying eyes. He wouldn't want the world to know that his step-daughter had been caught in the act of petty larceny within the confines of a sex shop.

So, all you had to do was wait.

The guard had given you a hard time when you dropped Mark's name. As if your father—no, your stepfather, you had corrected him—being who you claimed, he was automatically invalidated any suspicion. According to the guard, if your lineage held true, you could afford those tantalizing toys and bottles of lubricant. And perhaps, on some level, the thrill of doing something forbidden excited you. You had made sure to emphasize that point, emphasizing both the ‘naughty’ and the ‘excited’.

Too bad your criminal career apparently went bust on your first heist.

Voices echoed outside the closed door. There was an edge to Mark's voice, a tone that sent a shiver down your spine. The guard, on the other hand, seemed to find immense amusement. Telling the rich and powerful that their children got busted stealing sex toys probably was the highlight of this guy’s week.

"Hi, Mark," you greeted him, mustering a demure smile as the door swung open.

"You have no idea how disappointed I am in you," he responded, his gaze cold and piercing. Gesturing towards the desk, he continued, his voice laced with disdain, "I've already had a chat with Jeno here... but I'd like to hear it from you. Did you steal these items?"

His eyes settled upon the incriminating evidence displayed on the desk—the dildo and the bottle of lube, silent witnesses to your foolishness. You merely shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that seemed to catch him off guard.

He sucked in a sharp breath. "You've been acting out, breaking rules since..."

"Since my mother died," you finished his unspoken words with a bitter edge.

The truth was, you had been defying rules long before that tragic event shattered your world. It was just that Mark had finally taken notice of your rebellious streak, particularly after he started sending you to that exclusive, expensive school and footing the bill for your reckless driving tickets. It had hurt, realizing that he only seemed to experience distant emotions—distant disappointment, distant pride, distant everything. But it wasn't you who had changed when the loss struck.

Still, you couldn't help but resent his attempt to guilt trip you using your mother's death. "Save the 'since your mom died' lecture for the drive home," you said sharply.

Mark scowled, a realization dawning upon you that you had never seen him truly angry. He had always kept his emotions at arm's length—detached disappointment, detached pride—those were the only versions of him you had witnessed lately. "Why did you do this?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.

"Because I wanted the damn dildo," you replied matter-of-factly. Your words hung in the air, unapologetic and unyielding. It didn't faze Mark. You even contemplated mentioning how lonely this summer would be since he had forbidden you from seeing those he deemed "bad influences."

"I understand, you know," Mark said, his voice devoid of its usual robotic tone. “And you could’ve paid for it, you have the money. I wouldn’t have judged you. We all need a release.”

You maintained your stance, reiterating and emphasizing your reasons. He just simply nodded. As you prepared to urge him forward, his hand landed firmly on your shoulder, and Jeno, the guard, promptly shut the door. 

“Mark, wha–”

Confusion tinged your voice as you questioned what was happening, but the air in the room suddenly grew colder, the atmosphere thick with tension.

"As I mentioned, I spoke to Jeno," he began, his voice chillingly detached. "He won't pursue legal charges, and I've taken care of the stolen merchandise. However..." He paused, his words hanging ominously in the air, "I believe it's time for you to learn a lesson."

In an instant, the fabric of your shirt was torn away, leaving you gasping in surprise. Before you could react, Mark forcefully maneuvered you across the room, bending you over the edge of the desk. Shock and fear coursed through your veins as you struggled to comprehend his actions.

"What are you doing?" You exclaimed, your voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and fear.

He leaned in close, his grip tightening on a fistful of your hair. "Sweetheart, we all have to control our desires and restrain our darker impulses," he whispered, his words laced with an unsettling intensity.

Your voice quivered as you registered the pressure against you, feeling something hard pressing into you. "What?!" you managed to utter, your mind reeling from the sudden turn of events.

“I’ve watched you prance around, debasing yourself, and I tried to reign myself in, thinking you just needed time. Time’s up.” With a forceful grip, he tore your skirt away, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. "You've continued to defy me, and now it's time for you to understand the consequences of letting others have their way."

You tried to twist and strike him, but the guard grabbed your arms, wrestled them behind your back, and cuffed them. “Your daddy paid for some more toys as well.”

You struggled in vain, yelled your head off, and screamed when a hand dipped underneath your underwear and rubbed your pussy. It was only when Jeno cut you off by forcing a cloth into your mouth that you realized that it was Mark’s. You thrashed and moaned when a finger entered you. Your body shuddered, going very still when the next one entered, stroking inside.

“I wonder if this will be an effective punishment. She seems to be enjoying it.”

You shook your head and let out a furious growl until Mark pulled you up, working you over with his fingers. “You’re already wet, huh?” He asked, though it didn’t feel like a question. It felt like an observation, like he’s commenting on the weather and not your obvious arousal. “Jeno, come look at her. She’s so needy.”

“Fuck, she’s so turned on by this.” Jeno said, licking his lips as he looked down at you. He grabbed your bra and tugged, straps biting into your skin until they gave way. You squealed when he pinched a nipple. Sobbed when, while fondling that breast, he put his mouth on the other.

You shook your head. This was not happening. Your stepfather and some rent-a-cop were not raping you in a backroom at a sex shop. You were not, despite Mark’s assertions, ‘dripping wet’. You did not like being manhandled by two guys who knew what they were doing.

This was not happening.

You looked up, seeing Jeno pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Your eyes immediately went back to the odd stains in the ground when they landed on Mark. You were certainly not intimidated by seeing your stepdad’s cock.

“This is your place of business, Jeno. So I’ll let you pick, which hole do you want?”

Okay, he had humiliated you, fondled you, but your stepdad wasn’t going to fuck you. He wasn’t going to team with some random asshole to fuck you.

“Ass.”

“Grease her up.”

You stiffened at that. Jeno tossed a bottle—that lubricant you stole, over to Mark, who had managed to wrestle your panties off you as while warding off your attempts to kick him. You tried thrashing and wriggling when they held you down and two slick fingers pressed into your ass. You never let anyone there before, and you were not going to let it happen now. You tensed, clenched, and let out a cry as the man forced his fingers inside you. Someone slapped your ass hard.

“It’ll hurt more if you keep being a stubborn bitch.” Jeno growled.

An angry, forced cough from Mark, and he corrected himself. “It’ll hurt more if you keep being stubborn.”

Apparently his stepdaughter was not a bitch, even if he was going to rape you. That was almost funny. Then your ass was slapped again and again. Mark fingered you roughly, forcing his digits in and twisting. Eventually, you yielded, relaxing your muscles. It did not go unnoticed.

“See, baby? You can be a good girl.”

Jeno stood up and walked over to the chair, sitting down and motioning towards himself. With a grunt, Mark hoisted you over his shoulder—damn, he was in shape—and approached. As much as you tried to break free, you couldn’t. Then Mark positioned you, and Jeno put one his hands on your hip. Something much thicker than those fingers pressed against your ass. You let out a muffled attempt at a “no” as you were pulled down.

He was big.

You yowled, planted your feet on the floor and tried to stand; only for Jeno’s arms to loop around your waist and pull you back down.

”Goddamn… Relax your stiff little body, you bitch… My cock won’t fit if you are so tight.” Jeno grunted into your ear and then moved his hand to your chin, taking out the gag. His thumb slipped inside your mouth, pressing at the back of your throat.

Somewhere in the back of your head as you were lifted up and down, you were thankful for that—hopefully he wouldn’t last long.

You didn’t think you could last if he didn’t finish right quick.

“Tell me how good I’m fucking your greedy little ass.” Jeno growled into your ear, a hand flicking down to rub your clit.

Your legs were struggling to stay wrapped around his, and you whimpered against his neck. Getting no response, his hand that was rubbing your clit now slapped you across the face, and his thrusts slowed yet got harder as he slapped you once more.

“What the fuck did I say? Tell me how good I’m fucking your ass!” He yelled, grabbing you by the chin to look up at him.

Your eyes stung with hot tears from the pleasure, already feeling the all too familiar knot in your stomach forming. “Please! It feels so good! M’want more!” You said through gritted teeth, whining in pleasure as he slapped you across the face once more.

“You dirty fucking whore, giving you my cock and you still want more, hmm?” Jeno knew you were close, he could tell from the way you tightened around him and from your breathing pattern. Your eyes flicked over to Mark, who now was walking over to you.

“Oh? Seems like our little whore’s enjoying this better than I thought.” He said, “I had a feeling you had the makings of a true anal slut here.”

You heard a loud ‘smack’ followed by a sharp stinging sensation exploding all over your pussy as you were  suddenly spanked. Causing it to clench around nothing.

“Shit. You were right man, she’s so fucking tight. She really might be an anal slut by the end of this.” Jeno grunted, laughing. His hips never stopped moving.

“Really now,” Mark chuckled as he cupped your chin, “Anything you want to say to that, baby?” 

“Th-That’s not-” You knew you were full of shit, but your pride didn’t want to admit to something embarrassing like that. With a gasp, you found yourself in a headlock. Your back was pressed against Jeno’s front, his forearm applied pressure on your windpipe.

“Now, now, it’s not good to lie like that.” He licked your face, gnawing at your earlobe. “Bad girls like you should be punished.” 

“I-I’m… N-Not a bad…” You tried to deny it, but the harsh grip around your neck made it hard to get the words out. Yet in some ways, you could only think about how good this was feeling. Causing your pussy to quiver and your ass coiling around.

Mark smirked with an amused brow, “I’m sorry, don’t think we caught that.’

“I-I’m…” 

The man leaned in closer, “Hm?” 

“I’m… bad… girl..” You uttered. 

They glanced at each other and grinned while Jeno grabbed and groped at your breasts, giving your chest a nice fondle. 

“Speak up slut,” he twisted a nipple causing you to moan, “So that we could hear you.” 

You looked up, tears started falling down your face. “I’m… a bad… girl…”

“That’s our girl,” The two cheered, laughing loudly at how cock-drunken you were. “Glad to see you’re finally realizing your true calling.” One of them said. 

“With that said, I think it’s high time I gave you a little reward.” An evil smirk curled Mark’s lips. You wriggled, trying to get off as he traced his fingers against your pussy. “Just as a curiosity, have you ever taken two cocks before?”

“No,” you said, out of breath.

“Yeah, thought so.” He grabbed onto your hips lining his cock up to your cunt, while Jeno leaned you back a little.  

Fuck. Mark smirked and watched as your face twisted into something horrified. 

“Look at that, your old man is coming to join in. You gonna behave for him? Hmm, princess?”

With those words leaving Jeno’s mouth, it sent you over the edge completely, nearly screaming as you came right when Mark shoved his cock in your pussy. He hissed with how tightly you were clenching around him. Your back arched high, and Jeno continued to pound into your ass. You choked and gasped for air, the pleasure became too much for you to handle.

“P-please… S-stop!” you stuttered pathetically, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to push Mark away with your legs. 

You were stuffed past the point you thought you would burst. They started out uncoordinated, being bounced up and down the big guy’s cock while the other slammed in awkwardly. But they soon found a rhythm, each withdrawing at the same time, and slamming you down on their cocks tougher. Over and over.

It was overwhelming.

“Look at your slutty fucking stepdaughter, Mark. Such a little whore,” Jeno laughed, continuing to abuse your ass with his cock.

Mark smirked as he flicked your nipple, “Does your daddy’s cock feel good inside you, princess?” then gave it a painful twist. “Wanna be a little cumslut?”

You just moaned in response, unable to form coherent words.

“I think,” Jeno reached up and pinched at your other nipple, “your daddy asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes, I wanna be your little cumslut, please.”

Everything happening all at once was making you lose your breath. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach. Both of the cocks hitting that sweet spot inside you. Before you even had time to react, you saw white. Your whole body lunged forward as you came around both of their cocks again, soaking them. Words couldn’t even leave your open mouth, your brain not working properly.

“Jesus Christ,” a voice said, and you couldn’t register whose. “Did you see that?”

“Yeah,” another one came. “She squirted with two cocks fucking her. Such a dirty slut, aren't you?” Several slaps landed onto your face. You assumed it’s Mark because of his position.

You couldn’t think straight anymore, body shaking pathetically under him.

“T-too… much,” you whimpered through gritted teeth, your knees moving to try and push Jeno away.

Mark roughly forced his cock back in your pussy, his own orgasm so close. With sporadic quick thrusts, Jeno bottomed out inside your ass, and you could feel it all, warm and coating every inch of your walls. You were screaming, and he held his cock inside you for a few moments before slowly pulling out of you, grunting and panting as he regained himself. 

Mark’s hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard and grunting as you clawed at his hands. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, and you’re gonna take it all, right princess? Gonna be stuffed full of our cum?” He growled into your ear, before straightening again.

You couldn’t think straight anymore, sobs and moans escaping your lips as he fucked your sensitive cunt. Within seconds, Mark thrusted one last time into you before you felt his thick load spurting inside of you. He let out an animalistic growl as he came, grinding his hips slowly against you.

When he finished, he paused a while, nipping at your neck. Then he pulled out, and you were shoved off Jeno, sent sprawling into your stepfather. He gently laid you on your side. You laid there, face pressed against the filthy floor as clothes rustled.

“Again, thank you for calling me in on this, fuckface.” Mark said. The hell? He knew the fucking rent-a-cop.

“No worries. I didn’t believe her when she dropped your name—the picture you showed didn't quite match up.”

Picture? You forced yourself to look at the two, both half-dressed.

Mark had opened his wallet. “It is a few years old. She started dying her hair shortly after it was taken. Started wearing contacts, too.”

“What?”

“Ah, baby. Yes, me and Jeno go fairly far back.” Mark said, nodding. “I have a lot of business interests, and that means a lot of varied social circles.”

“So… about her…” Jeno said, trailing off.

Mark shrugged, contemplating the situation. "I'll leave her in your hands while I head home to fetch a change of clothes for her. Once that's done, we can make a few calls to ensure the lesson continues."

A whimper escaped your lips, particularly as Mark referred to leaving you in Jeno's "care." As if on cue, he dumped a bag containing chains and clamps onto the desk, casting a wicked grin in your direction. You instinctively tried to edge away, but Mark leaned in closely, lowering himself to one knee.

"Luckily for you, summer vacation has just begun, so you won't miss any school while you're grounded," he stated firmly, his tone holding an unusual warmth. You shook your head, refusing to accept what was unfolding before you.

"Baby," he continued, "it's crucial for you to learn that actions come with consequences. However, you're a smart girl, and with proper guidance, I'm confident we can improve your behavior."

#mark lee smut #mark smut #nct smut #jeno smut #nct mark smut #nct jeno smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #nct fanfic #mark fanfic #jeno fanfic #mark lee fanfic

[sanakimohara]

“SUREAL SATISFACTION” K. S. Pt. 2

…part 2. I keep my promises. 🖤 I MIGHT write a pt 3..not to sure about that yet....

[ MDNI ]

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"…and then sign here for this one." The delivery man held out his iPad for you, resting the electronic pen in your hand with a smile, and despite your nerves running rampant, you flashed one back before scribbling letters that somewhat resembled Seungmin's name.

It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for you.

"Alright, thank you, miss. Have a wonderful evening." He took his belongings, rushing down the hall before you could utter a word back, and left you alone with your package in your arms while Seungmin's box lay at your feet.

You stared down at the flat, medium-sized box, curious about what was inside but uncomfortable asking or analyzing it for clues. 

It was his package, which meant it was his business and certainly not yours.

Open it. Seungmin won't notice. Just one peek won't hurt…

A tiny voice in your head begged you to open it, chanting question after question as you picked it up with your free hand, but you ignored the twinge of curiosity to focus on your purchase.

"Sign for it."

That's all he had asked you to do…

However, when you set Seungmin's box on the kitchen island, you noted how heavy it felt. Whatever was in there had some weight to it. 

The sound of metal jingling inside indicated multiple items were enclosed, too. These were small details….but they were enough to make you stare at it for a while longer, more curious than ever, but ultimately decided to stamp out your temptation to pry with the eagerness to glimpse your package instead.

You left the kitchen, heading straight for your room and shutting yourself inside before sitting in the middle of your bed with the large box. There wasn't a single label on it, the shipping stamp was strategically hidden at the bottom, and the clear tape holding it all together was layered at least twice.

You thanked whatever higher power there was that Seungmin was still out because if he'd been at home, you would've never gotten past the kitchen without hearing questions from the older. He'd pester you just for fun; gaining a personal moment of entertainment from you was his favorite pastime, and though you tried to ignore his callous comments, you'd always engage in his antics.

For now, he was gone, and you were slightly relieved. No chance of interruptions, guilt, or teasing from him.

Wasting no more time, you grabbed your pastel-colored pocket knife from your nightstand, flipping it open before slicing it through the tape. "Holy…sh- wow.." you whispered in disbelief as you opened the box, an intricate machine neatly folded inside with added accessories and rope set on top of it, taking your breath away. You had prepared yourself to feel shameful -at least a sense of remorse- about having to buy an automatic sex toy -complete with bindings and remote. But not a slither of those emotions were felt.

Elation. 

That's what coursed through you.

You were beyond happy, grateful even, and the grin on your face as you unpacked everything made it obvious.

With everything laid out on your bed, the box long discarded somewhere in your dimly lit room, and the instruction booklet in your hands, you started to put it together.

Every direction was followed to the letter, and thirty minutes later, you were done. "That was way easier than I thought…" you mumbled to yourself, slowly stripping your clothes off and getting comfortable on the bed. You sat up for a couple of seconds, rerunning the setup instructions in your head just in case you needed to free yourself suddenly. Then, when you were confident unbinding yourself wouldn't be a problem, you started tying the restraints.

You bound your wrists first, pulling the rope around them tight with your teeth before you tied your ankles to their respective cuffs. You relaxed then, lying back into your warm covers with a soft sight as you nibbled on your bottom lip. The remote was clasped tightly in your left hand, covered in the same silicone material that the dildo was -except it wasn't drenched in cold, clear lubricant.

Do I really want to do this? You asked yourself, eyes sliding closed as you tried to weigh your options, but then the memory of Seungmin scandalously moaning your name -knowing full well you could hear him….and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking his fist to the thought of you…

That was enough motivation for you.

It was all you needed.

"Fuck it…." You hiss, giving up on logic as the events of last night corrupt your brain, reminding you precisely who and what was making you do such vile things in the first place.

"Click"

The remote buzzed to life as you hit the large 'start' button in the middle, prompting the artificial cock to press straight past your folds, and the stretch it inflicted on your cunt had your mouth falling open to let out a lazy moan. Maybe it was the lack of sex for nearly a month or the fact that you could only imagine Seungmin sinking into you the same way, but the usual pain that came with forceful entry drifted to pleasure unnaturally fast for you.

You knew it was the latter reason, his name tumbling off your tongue like a soft song the longer you fucked yourself. Your body was trembling, collecting a cold sweat as the fleshy cock tapped against your cervix, slowing and quickening its pace based on how many times you tapped the arrows on the remote.

Moments. It took mere moments for your slippery walls to tighten around the dildo, covering it with a thick glaze of cum. You couldn't utter a word as the overpowering orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, causing your toes to curl and your hands to shake so bad that you dropped the remote. You should've panicked then but were perpetually stuck on the rise of another climax as the toy remained on.

Coming once should be enough….

One… I only need to come once.

That's what you tried to convince yourself as your hips rolled to fuck your cunt harder onto the contraption. It felt too gratifying to stop; the sound of your wet cunt being split open echoed around the room, mixing with your high-pitched moans, and the combination pulled you further from reality. Every time you came -which went uncounted after the third time- Seungmin was present in your fuzzy train of thought.

The heat of his hands when he grabbed your hips to move past you in a tight space. That infamous smirk he'd give you during tidbit arguments and how his voice lowered when he addressed you by those pet names you hated but counted the seconds between him repeating them.

All the minuscule praises he'd give you at the oddest moments, followed by his eyes rolling when you didn't accept his compliments….

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"I'm going out tonight. I'll be back late, so don't wait up for me."

He gave you a once-over stare, licking his lips as you sauntered around your apartment, "Have fun, pretty girl. I'll still be here when you get back."

You scoffed, resisting the urge to smile at his chaste flirting, "I know I'm pretty Min. You don't have to remind me…"

Seungmin chuckled, eyes fixated nowhere near your face as you slipped on your heeled boots. "I'll remind you as much as I want, sweetheart…" he retorts matter of factly.

You roll your eyes, fighting back a blush as you stand and head for the door. Seungmin's gaze burns into your backside right up until you slam the front door behind you.

"Bye, baby!" He yells loud enough for you to hear down the hall, and you groan before shouting back, "I am not your baby, Kim Seungmin!" And like clockwork, you can hear his laugh echoing in the apartment.

"You will be soon," he mumbled as the sounds of your heels clicking down the hall faded.

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His laugh is always condescending but oh so sweet. He gets away with so much, insults you when it suits his mood, and you get off to it like some twisted fiend.

Even now, with your nerves on fire and your core ramping up another coil of pleasure. You imagined the pure delight Seungmin would get from teasing you.

The thought brought a tired smile to your face as your head pressed back into the pillows, your back arching slightly while the knot in your stomach slipped loose, and the sound of his name vibrated the air around you as dribbles of cum leaked from your entrance.

"Seungmin…" you whined loudly, on the verge of cringing from overstimulation, and your body reflexively writhing away from the dildo. There was no escape from it, and you were too dazed to untie yourself to reach for the remote and hit 'pause.'

It's been so long. 

You couldn't bring yourself to end it so soon….

God, you should've thought because the sound of Seungmin's heavy footsteps as he shouted, "What do you need, sweetheart? I just got home…" in response to you calling his name had you panicking within seconds.

Was he back?!??? Since when?!? How did I not hear him?….fuck fuck fuck!….

You were torn between yelling at him to not come in and reaching for the tiny remote that had fallen to the floor. Either option would take a toll on your already fucked out state, but unfortunately for you, Seungmin had pushed your door open just as you made a decision.

You groaned in embarrassment as he stared down at you, emotionless and unmoving. You stared back at him through the fallen strands of your hair, swallowing a whimper as your gaze met his, and your pussy pulsing harder around the toy at the sight of him.

Seungmin didn’t utter a word for a solid minute, contemplating if what he was seeing was real and trying his best not to climb on top of you and replace the shitty excuse for a cock so he could fuck you right himself.

He only snapped out of his daze when he saw your soft and slightly swollen lips move to speak to him.

"Please…Min…could you…help me?" Your purring tone flipped a switch in Seungmin, dragging a heavy breath from the man as he slowly walked over to the edge of your bed. You gazed up at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping he'd take a little pity on you and end the tortuous embarrassment you felt without question.

"Min, please…just-just turn it off…nd' I'll explain-" He shook his head, chuckling in disbelief as you begged for his help, "Help you?" He repeats your question, eyes going dark as you nod in response, "Yes…" you mumble.

Seungmin turns his head, a smile plastered on his face as he watches the dildo plunge in and out of your dripping cunt, each thrust causing your thighs to tremble, and he feels a twinge of jealousy knowing he's not the cause of the reaction instead.

"No." He flat-out refuses your request, and your heart drops. "W-what why? Min, please-"You attempt to reason with him but choke on your words as he clasps a hand over your mouth and trails the other down the center of your body.

You wriggle under his touch, eyes flickering from his face to the hand inching towards your puffy clit. Seungmin places a knee on your bed, leaning closer to your spread form as he greedily studies its fluctuations. Your breasts draw his attention first, gently swaying as you squirm in his hold, but his focus quickly shifts to your cunt as he circles two fingers around your budding clit.

You jolt from the added friction, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he lightly slaps your bundle of nerves before returning to rubbing it slowly. His pants grow tighter as your muffled cries switch between excited moans and shaky screams.

A smile tugs at his lips, ears prickling with satisfaction, and his cock twitching the louder you get. "You sound so much prettier moaning like bitch in heat," Seungmin taunts. Pressing your head harder into the pillows when you try to shake his hand off.

The rough action makes you immobile, vulnerable to his touch and the endless fullness the dildo provides. You fidget with the restraint on your wrists, able to loosen the rope just enough to slip a hand out to grip the collar of his shirt. He grimaces as your manicured nails dig into his skin through the fabric, leaving one of many marks you'd inflict on him for the night, and Seungmin was prepared to endure every single one.

He'd waited for this long enough. 

You could fight him all you wanted, but his mind was set, and your body betrayed every protest you made. Seungmin shrugged your hand off his shoulder with ease, giving your cunt a light slap as you came undone for what felt like the hundredth time. Your chest tightened, fighting for oxygen and letting out a weary scream all at once.

"Breathe, kitten. Breathe for me…mhm," Seungmin's lowered voice was your lifeline, guiding you through the earth-shattering orgasm, and he adjusted his hold on your mouth just enough to let you pant for air.

The ceiling looked like a blur of color to you. His charming features remained crystal clear to you despite your lack of focus, and when the black dots stopped flashing in your vision, you lulled your head to the side to gaze at him properly.

He stared back at you, smiling smugly as you struggled to stay sane. "I should leave you here like this for the rest of the night." His soft laughter follows the semi-serious threat, and you whine in disagreement, grasping for mercy again as he stands up.

"Min, please…I can't feel my legs…I need a break…" you whimper as your thoughts twitch on Indian with your shaky breaths. Seungmin crosses his arms over his chest, strolling to the other side of your bed where the remote fell. He doesn't look away from you as he picks up the device. He holds it up, admiring it briefly before looking back down at you, "I'll help you out of this on three conditions."

You scoff, ready to burst into tears from frustration, but knowing Seungmin's bargain was your only way out.

"F-fine, what do you want?!.."

He hits an arrow on the remote, causing the dildo to pick up speed, and you jolt from sudden overstimulation. "I wouldn't be so mouthy right now, kitten… I'm only trying to help, remember?" He feigns sympathy, adorning a frown as you helplessly fall back into the bed. Your whole body feels numb, excluding your pulsing cunt that's practically being milked to death.

"N' sorry," you admit defeat, unable to speak above a whisper as your mind goes completely blank. Seungmin inhaled sharply, enjoying the sight of you crumbling to pieces as he listed his terms for the supposed 'deal.' 

"I'm going to fuck you." He wasn't asking, and you smiled wide upon hearing the demand.

"… Okay.." you mutter, eyes glossed over with lust as he returns to his previous position next to your bed -only this time, he moves to hover over you correctly. Your breath hitched as he wrapped your arms around his neck, indirectly lowering his face closer to yours.

"From here on out, you'll call me 'Sir' or 'Master.' Nothing else…Think you can do that, pup?"

You nod slowly, heart thundering in your chest as his eyes lower to your parted lips, "Let me hear you say it.." he mumbles, and you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks.

"Yes…sir."

Seungmin pecks your lips as soon as the words leave your mouth, and you moan into the quick kiss, glad to finally taste and longing for more as he pulls back to list his last condition.

"You'll give your all to me. Everything. I'm done running in circles with you…"

Your cunt spasms in delight as your mind registers his possessive statement.

You hadn't expected him to ask you to be his like this, but…

"Whatever you want…sir. N' yours.."

He smiled as you closed your eyes in pure bliss, gripping a fist full of his hair as you teetered on the edge of cumming, but as your peak began to reignite, he hit the 'stop' button.

You didn't know whether to glare at him or cry joyfully as he set the remote on your nightstand and sat up to free your lower half from the toy. Seungmin was careful not to put his entire weight on you as he untied your ankles, but you could feel his solid cock throbbing right over your pelvis.

Your eyes were steady on the rise in his pants, mouth watering in anticipation as you felt your legs drop free and Seungmin's hands kneading your inner thighs to help you gain feeling again.

"Thank you…" you whisper gratefully, content with laying under him, gradually resurfacing from the waves of pleasurable aftershock.

He glared at you, shifting on the bed so your legs were on either side of him, and you winced at the spasms of pain the movement caused in your lower half. "Thank you, what?" Seungmin gripped one of your ankles, pulling it so your dripping core was pressed to his clothed erection. "Thank you, sir!" You yelped as the contact overwhelmed you, the fabric of his pants, along with the imprint of his length, tickling your clit as your hips bucked involuntarily.

"Much better…" he cooed, lowering his head to capture your lips in a long, well-deserved kiss.

Finally, he could stop feigning for you and claim what should've been his a year ago.

You. And only you…

Mind, body, & soul. 

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Caught In The Act

Masterlist

Characters: Max x F!Reader

Summary: When your landlord Max offers to do you a favour you come home to a pleasant surprise when you get off work early

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: NSFW - Voyeurism, brief handjob, oral (m recieving), vaginal sex, creampie, riding, praise, dirty talk, soft dom/switch max bc he's a cutie

A/N: This is just what we all wanted to do during the bathtub scene. Enjoy :)

The alarm on your bedside table blared restlessly as you attempted to pry your eyes open, rolling over to stretch your arm and aimlessly fumble for it until you felt it beneath your palm and slammed your hand down on top, silencing it. With a huff you managed to haul yourself out of bed to get ready for work, making sure you had everything you needed in your bag and slipping your shoes on when you heard a knock at the door, which you hurried to open when you got your other shoe on. It was your landlord and next-door neighbour Max whom you'd grown rather close with over the past few months of living in the building. He'd been a good friend to you when you needed him most and you'd spent plenty of nights since you moved in getting takeout and watching movies together or even him cooking for you, which he often insisted on doing when you'd had a particularly stressful work week. His eyes lit up a little when the door opened to reveal you, a small smile on his lips before he started to speak.

"Hey, I know it's early but I was thinking about that leak in the kitchen you told me about and was wondering if I can take a look at it for you, and fix it up if I can?"

Max was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with some slightly baggy charcoal grey work jeans, which you could tell from the way they were splattered with various shades of paint. He'd been wearing them when you first came to view the apartment, the moment when the man practically changed your life by offering you the place.

"Sure, but I've gotta go to work. Last minute shift change." You sighed as you stepped away from the door to grab your bag from the small glass table in your hallway, which prompted Max to enter the apartment.

"Well I can fix it up while you're at work and lock up when I'm done, I've got a key." He suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he watched you make a last minute check of the items in your bag.

"Really? That would be great, thank you."

As you made way for the door you stopped to lean in and plant a quick peck on Max's cheek, the stubble of his salt and pepper beard slightly scratching against your lips when you did. His eyes were closed when you pulled back until they fluttered open to look back into yours, a smile creeping onto his lips again as you continued towards the door.

"I'll see you later, Max." You said as you grasped the door handle.

"Have a good day at work." He simply replied with a polite nod of his head, watching as you closed the door and listening to your footsteps get further and further down the hall.

He was just thankful that the way his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans concealed the way they started to shake when he felt your lips against his skin.

Since you came in last minute on what was technically supposed to be your day off you managed to convince your boss to let you leave early when things got quiet, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you rode the elevator up to the floor of your apartment and headed down the hall once the doors opened. You tested the handle of your door to see whether it was locked only to find that it wasn't, the door swaying open meaning Max must have not locked up since he hadn't finished up in the kitchen yet, not that it bothered you that he was still inside. You stepped in and quietly closed the door, kicking your shoes off and starting to make your way to the kitchen when you heard it, stopping in your tracks the moment the sound reached your ears. Groaning. You followed the sound down the hall and into your bedroom, but when you peered into your bedroom there was nothing there until you turned and stole a glance through the doorway of your en suite bathroom and finally identified the source of the sound. Max was lying down in the bathtub, his head resting back on the porcelain rim and his hand buried beneath his jeans. Low, raspy groans fell from his throat whilst his hips bucked up slightly with every stroke of his hand, his chest rising and falling as his breaths started to get heavier and faster. It was hard to believe what you were seeing, but you couldn't possibly bring yourself to look away. The way his eyes were screwed shut and a stray strand of hair curled against his forehead, the way his lips parted to let out the soft grunts that were progressively turning into more desperate, drawn-out pleas, the way the veins decorating his hands bulged as he shamelessly tried to bring himself to his release in your bathtub. You couldn't get enough of it. Sure you had treated one another as friends these past few months, but you could never shake the suspicion that Max harboured feelings towards you that made him wish you were a little more than just friends. You'd held off on the idea of developing feelings for him in the worry that if things didn't work out between you two you'd be stuck living in the same building and having an ex as your landlord. It wasn't practical, but with the way the man was touching himself before your very eyes you weren't sure you could keep up with doing the right thing, the smart thing.

"Max?"

Your voice made his eyes shoot open before he sat up, cursing under his breath and awkwardly trying to tuck himself back into his pants, his eyes darting between you and his hands fumbling with the open fly of his jeans.

"Hey you're, you're back earlier than I thought you'd be." He stated breathlessly with a nervous smile, but there was no way for him to cover up what he was doing.

"Clearly." You teased as you started towards the tub causing him to glance up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and surprise.

Wordlessly you leaned down and started to palm the clothed bulge straining against his jeans, his hips jolting up at the contact and his hand gently closing around the wrist of the hand you were using to touch him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, seemingly more taken aback by how forward you were being rather than opposed to the idea.

You only hushed him and slid your hand over his groin until you reached the fly of his jeans, carefully undoing the sloppily half-up zipper and delving your fingers beneath the denim and the waistband of his boxers until you felt your fingertips graze over his shaft. His skin was hot to the touch and he hissed through his teeth as you gave it a small squeeze, the reaction making you bite your lip at how sensitive he seemed to be. Wanting more of him you started to tug down his jeans and boxers prompting Max to lift his hips to help you slide it down easier, his cock springing free once he did, and what a treat that was. Max was big with just the right amount of thickness, his tip swollen and glistening with pre-cum practically aching to be touched aside from his already desperate, strained anticipatory breaths. You lightly ran your thumb over the tip to gather the stickiness, a contented moan escaping his lips as you circled it before lifting your thumb to your mouth and sucking it clean with a pleased hum. Then you leaned back over the tub once again, bracing your hand on the edge of the bath whilst you wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock and started to stroke, his mouth falling open at the sensation as a bunch of throaty moans followed. Still working him with your hand you turned your head to the side to press your lips against his, his lips moving back against yours instantly and his tongue lightly sweeping over yours. After a moment you broke the fervent kiss, parting your lips just enough that they were still barely grazing against his.

"You're so noisy." You playfully remarked with a small giggle, your comment making his brows bounce up.

"Do you want me to be quieter? I can be quieter." He pleaded against your lips clearly flustered, which only made you shake your head and smile.

"I never said it was a bad thing. Besides, what's the worst that could happen, someone puts in a noise complaint?" You whispered against his lips, brushing your lips over his teasingly.

You brought your mouth against his again, his hand reaching up to comb his fingers through your hair and deepen the kiss. You continued to enjoy his mouth some more, even pulling back slightly to lightly nip at his bottom lip before kissing over it and then leaning back up again, unwrapping your hand from his shaft.

"Sit up." You ordered, to which he complied and leaned up until he was sitting in the bath.

You swung your leg over and climbed in, lowering down into the space at the bottom of the tub and laying down on your stomach, your head hovering over his lap.

"I wanna taste you."

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and swept your tongue over his swollen tip, the warm wetness of your tongue making his hips bounce up at the feeling and a grunt rumble from his throat. Then you licked a stripe from the base to the tip, your tongue running over the vein bulging in his shaft and swirling over the head once you reached it again, the salty taste of pre cum coating your tongue.

"Please." Max begged as you ran your tongue over him, his hands trembling at his sides as it took everything in him not to coax it past your lips, and he practically looked like he was about to explode any minute.

Removing your hand you kept your eyes on his, slowly sliding him past your lips and into your mouth, taking his cock as far down as your throat would allow.

"Shit. Oh, baby." He moaned out, slipping his fingers into your hair and caressing the strands as you bobbed your head.

You loved how vocal he was, the way he threw his head back when you enthusiastically moaned around him, and how responsive he was from even the smallest of touches.

"Your throat feels even better than I imagined." He rasped, the flattery making you drag your lips up his cock sucking a bit harder as you did, before sliding your mouth all the way back down on him.

You didn't mind that Max had imagined this before. Truthfully, you'd indulged in a fantasy or two involving him once or twice when you first moved in, you'd just never entertained the idea of it after that. Oh, how wrong you were. He started to grow restless, the hand stroking your hair stopping to gather some in his hand as he started lifting his hips in time with your mouth, chasing his release with his heavy lidded chocolate brown eyes fixed on yours.

"Sweetheart, I-I'm gonna-" He drawled, cut off by the way his orgasm seemed to hit him and his cock twitched in your mouth, his hips stuttering as his whole body shuddered.

You moved your mouth off of him just enough to be able to swallow, warm ropes of his release filling your mouth and coating your tongue, lightly sucking him through it and milking his cock until he seemed to be empty and softened a bit in your mouth. Carefully you slipped him from your mouth and swallowed it down, some beads of cum still having escaped from your lips trailing down his cock which you leaned down to lick off.

"You are perfect." Max added breathlessly while reaching out to caress the side of your face, his thumb tenderly stroking over your cheek.

You leaned into the touch with a smile, his hand still on your face as you crawled over him until you were hovering over his lap and then sat down, his semi-hard erection resting against your clothed crotch. His free hand reached up to start stroking over your thigh, caressing it as he went and then moving to take hold of your hip. He used the hold on your face to crash his lips against yours, the grip he had on your hip growing firmer as you moved your lips against his, and his hips subconsciously rocked beneath you in search of friction.

"You wanna fuck me?" You whispered in between kisses, to which he pulled back just enough to breathe his sentiment into your mouth.

"More than anything." Max murmured eagerly, and you smiled against his lips before leaning back to take hold of the hem of your top, crossing your arms and lifting it over your head.

He did the same, throwing his navy blue tee over his head and tossing it onto the floor beside your tub, a pile of clothes starting to form as you reached down to get your pants off, sitting up enough that you could push them past your thighs and roll them down to your ankles. You kicked them off once you got them down your legs then turned and reached behind you to help Max get his boxers and pants off from where they had gathered at his calves, throwing them to join the heap of clothes now on the floor. He took hold of your hips again, and you hovered over him just enough to feel the way he was hard and ready against your inner thigh. You reached down to guide him to your entrance and then began slowly lowering yourself down onto him, the stretch around him making a pained moan fall from your mouth.

"Mm, Max." His name rolled off your tongue so wantonly, every inch of him gradually filling you.

He pressed his lips against yours to muffle your cries, one of his hands coming up to cup one side of your face again, his other still resting over your hip.

"It's okay, it's okay." He cooed between kisses as you tried to adjust to the feel of him, and soon your ass was pressed against his thighs as you took him to the hilt.

Letting go of your face he took hold of your other hip and moved slightly, the first lift of his hips enough to make his mouth fall open and a husky groan follow suit, mirroring him as a needy whine spills from yours. Bracing your hands on his shoulders you started to roll your hips, creating a slow, rhythmic bounce that Max aided with his grip on you. You moved your hand to his chest, caressing your way up to his shoulders and then to the nape of his neck, slipping your fingers into his thick brown locks as you leaned forward and started pressing kisses on his neck, languidly working your way down to his collarbone and the generous curls of hair sparsely adorning his chest. Your other hand smoothed over the top of his arm, running your fingers over one of the many tattoos his body was littered with and lightly squeezing his bicep which made him hum appreciatively. With time you began picking up the pace, sliding all the way up and then coming down on him hard, the wet slapping sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the bathroom as your ass smacked against his thighs. His hands moved to your ass cupping it firmly as you bounced on him, caressing it as he rocked his hips in time with your movements.

"Good girl, god you're so tight." He praised, moaning out as your walls massaged his cock.

Your knees started to ache, feeling bruised from the way you'd been kneeling on the small space of porcelain on either side of him. You slowed your movements to mumble through your strained breaths.

"My legs are gonna give out." You whispered with a giggle.

Max seemed to get the idea, repeatedly pressing his lips against yours as he gripped your thighs and leaned forward, gently laying you down on your back and hovering over you, your legs draped over his hips. He didn't waste any time in moving again, thrusting his hips as he fucked into you deeply and his mouth found its way to your jaw, kissing along it and allowing his beard scruff to scratch against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands resting on the nape of his neck and playing with the curls of hair above it. His lips trailed kisses along the side of your neck, then over your throat and down to your collarbone, affectionately marking you in whatever way he could. Eventually, the pressure in your abdomen started to build and you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your legs at all the right times to try and spur him to go deeper. He listened to your wordless request, burying his cock into you and pumping into you with hard, bottomless thrusts.

"Max, Max I-" His name tumbles from your mouth in the form of a plea, repeating his name over and over again amidst a string of curses.

"I've got you, it's okay baby." He hushes you, coaxing you to your orgasm with soft reassurances and it's more than enough to tip you over the edge.

You cling to him as you let out an unrestrained, sweet cry, your whole body trembling beneath him as he holds you and fucks you through it. With his eyes fixed on you and wholly focused on your expression he succumbs to his release too, his hips stuttering and guttural groans spewing from his throat. He spills into you, filling you with his warm release and then lightly collapsing on top of you, careful not to put too much weight on you. He collects himself for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows and reaching up to stroke your cheek.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right? I wasn't too rough?"

Before the endless list of paranoid possibilities he was babbling continued you silenced him with your lips, pressing them against his and kissing him softly. After a moment of just basking in the feel of him you broke the kiss, cupping his face and resting your forehead against his.

"I love you, Max. I should've said this sooner, but I love you."

His eyes widened a little, a smile of genuine, unbridled happiness playing on his lips. He couldn't believe you had finally said those three little words that he'd only ever dreamed about hearing.

"I love you too, so much."

Your lips met again, your arms wrapping around his waist as you embraced him. You stayed like that for a little while, the once cold porcelain beneath your back now warm from your skin, and Max's hands were all over you like he wasn't sure he'd ever let you go. Eventually, he broke the kiss, his nose still brushing against yours as he spoke.

"Why don't I draw you a bath, make us some dinner and then we can watch a movie, hm?"

He suggested, nuzzling his nose against yours and making you laugh.

"Okay okay, but only if you'll get in the bath with me, and one with actual water this time."

Max snorted his laughter and swept a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Deal."

#jeffrey dean morgan #jeffrey dean morgan smut #jeffrey dean morgan x reader #jeffrey dean morgan x you #max the resident #the resident #max the resident smut

[queenimmadolla]

its maiiisssie 💖💖

so the first time penny’s hair is long enough to put in bunches eddie melts on the spot, wants to cry, his baby is too fucking cute, he wants another one

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ♡

𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒅!𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

“Hold still, baby.” Eddie quipped around the little scrunchy clenched between his teeth. The baby between his lap did not easily comply, she had no idea what he was saying as she let out squeals. In her hand was a set of toy keys that had gained her favor in the last few weeks, and there was nothing Penny enjoyed more than bashing them into whatever surface she was sat on–in this case, the couch–except, maybe sticking the brightly colored plastic keys in her mouth.

  Eddie much preferred that over trying to pry his keys out of her strong armed, six month-old grip. She cried something fierce every time he was successful (so always) which led to Eddie getting her her own pair. So long as she didn’t see his, or yours, they worked like a charm.

  Eddie’s thighs got a little firmer around her to keep her from wiggling as he used the brush to gently guide her short curls, wet from a spray bottle, into place. It was a feat, Penny’s curls were all the same length now that she had actual curls instead of the wavy hair all newborns seemed to come with, meaning there weren't many ways it could be styled other than slicking it down. And it wasn’t yet thick enough to hold the weight of a bow so you'd taken to putting ones that came with a headband on her instead.

  After a late start to the morning, you’d gotten started on the laundry while Eddie got Penny ready for the day and after putting her in a cute little outfit you'd picked out for her (it was the most adorable little dress that didn’t hide her leg rolls and those socks with frilly lace, even though she pulled off any socks you put on her–Eddie couldn’t stop cooing to her about how cute she was for a good ten minutes, and he was still making comments). Now, having missed your presence, he’d moved the next step in her routine to the livingroom to be closer to you. 

  While you were sitting on the floor, folding laundry onto the coffee table, Eddie was doing her hair, a sight your gaze constantly flickered back to. He was your husband and your baby daddy, yet somehow you were still vulnerable to the sight of him with a baby. A kryptonite.

  Eddie’s attention was focused on the task at hand, brows pinched as he concentrated. He’d been trying this for a while now, and he always fell short.

  Today was looking to be the day he and Penny didn’t. As he brushed her hair from the bottom to the top, it all just slowly fell, not yet long enough to reach. But the top stayed, in fact, he was able to gather a good amount of it there and he pinched it in place between his thumb and forefinger. He dropped the brush onto the cushion next to him and reached up to grab the small scrunchy from his mouth before he carefully looped it around the hair he’d sectioned off, twisted it, and looped one final time. 

  Then Eddie sat back against the couch to marvel at the tiniest ponytail he’d ever seen, sticking straight up like those little troll dolls with the ends curling.

  Penny seemed to choose that moment to become self aware and she craned her little body around in search of her dad, probably wondering why he’d stopped fiddling with her hair.

  When she finally found him–still exactly in place–her entire face lit up, drooly mouth parting to show off her gums in a wide smile as her eyes squinted.

  Eddie lost it.

  “YOU ARE THE MOST ADORABLE THING THIS PESSIMISTIC SCHMUCK HAS EVER SEEN!” He bellowed, scooping her up. Eddie launched an aggressive raspberry attack to where she was currently most ticklish, her neck. He alternated between them and pressing kisses to her chunky cheek while she squealed with laughter as she tried,  and failed, to raise her little shoulders in an effort to stop his tickles–though it was obvious to Eddie with the way she’d lower her shoulders immediately after he stopped that she wanted the tickling to continue. 

  Eddie’s booming declaration had surprised you, nearly causing you to toss up the pair of sweats you’d been folding but you managed to quickly regain your composure and your baby’s mystical laughter soon had you joining in on it too. The sight alone had you grinning from ear to ear, heart doing somersaults in your chest as Eddie cradled Penny to him, letting up to fool her into thinking he was done before he planted more raspberries on her while she giggled like a hyena.

  When he caught you staring, he sat her back up on his lap facing your direction, “Look, honey! Look!”

  You let out an amused scoff, hand reaching up to cover your mouth.

  Penny was now beaming at you, pretty brown eyes almost hidden because she was doing her hard smile which had her cheeks pressing up into her eyes. She looked so precious in her little dress but it was the teeny tiny ponytail sprouting on her head that caught your attention.

  Had it been on anyone other than a baby, it would have been a very pathetic attempt at one but considering how limited you were when styling your baby’s hair…a win is a win.

  “Oh my goodness, you are such a pretty little thing!” you cooed, setting aside the laundry to push yourself up.

  Eddie held her out to you and the moment she was in your arms, you were smothering her cheek with kisses, freehand on the other side of her face to keep her in place.

  You pulled back to admire the little bunch of hair and then went right back to kissing and cuddling her. It was cuteness overload, she was in your arms, curled up to you and you still couldn’t get enough of her. It was like you wanted to absorb her back into your body but that would make you sad because then you wouldn’t have her in your arms. 

  You pulled away after one last (it wouldn’t be the last) smacking kiss to her cheek before addressing her as you handed her back to Eddie, “Ma’am, did you know it’s actually a federal offense to be this cute?”

  Of course, she didn’t respond with words, eyes sparkling up at you as she babbled and grunted. You loved that she was trying to talk to you. It was obvious to both you and Eddie that she’d be talkative once she got the hang of words.

  Eddie twirled the wee ponytail around his finger just as you spotted the mirror hanging on the hallway wall and like a moth to flame, you were over to it and back with it, poised in front of Eddie and Penny. Her smile somehow managed to expand as she caught sight of their reflections.

  Eddie chuckled, as she gripped his shirt over his shoulder, “Is that you? Is that you, pretty girl? Is that daddy’s baby?”

  Penny’s eyes would dart between his and her reflection but Eddie’s warm gaze stayed focused on hers. He smirked as he observed her get shy, giving their reflections one hard, gummy smile before she was wiggling like a live wire in his arms and hiding her face in his neck. 

  You both started cooing and she pried herself away from her hiding space to smile again at the both of you before she ‘hid’ herself.

  After hanging the mirror back up, you plopped onto the couch and Eddie freed an arm for you to settle under, head resting on his chest as you offered Penny her keys and her pacifier.

  She took them both eagerly, babbling before shoving the pacifier in her mouth. Then Penny shook the keys by the ring, yanked the pacifier out and shoved the plastic ring in her mouth, instead.

  You both watched her with reverence, bliss wrapping around the moment and promising to be a memory you’d look back on.

  “It’s growing a little.” Edde stated and you craned your head up to look at him from beneath your lashes. His face and demeanor were suddenly so melancholic.

  You had no idea her lack of hair length had such an affect on him, “It’ll grow more, it just takes a while for hers to show since it’s curled. Aren’t you glad we didn’t listen to my mom–what did she say again? Shaving Penny’s head would make it grow faster?”

  “No, baby, I mean her hair is growing.” You blinked up at him without bothering to hide your confusion so he continued. “She’s growing. Pretty soon, I won’t have a baby anymore and those toy keys are gonna be real keys to a car she’s gonna pack up and then she’ll be leaving us in the dust.”

  You’d been pretty good at dodging postpartum depression, looks like Eddie hadn’t.

  “Oh, Eds, don’t make yourself sad, baby. Yes, she’s growing and it’s bittersweet, I’m sure it’ll never feel like we have enough time, but watching her grow is a pivotal part of our lives. Besides, she has to learn how to walk before she can leave us.”

  Eddie’s head rested on yours with a hearty sigh, “Feels like just last week we brought her home, this little bundle of everything good. Tiny fingers, always sleeping and eating, spitting up like half of your milk every time we burped her and when her poop didn’t stink because all she consumed was milk. I miss all that.”

  You were both silent as you stared at your baby, taking in the present while also reminiscing the past. You missed when she was that small, too. Her baby sounds, soft breathes, high pitched grunting, the baby scrunch she’d do whenever you picked her up, how she’d almost instantly relax against your breast the moment you started feeding her, eyes slipping shut as she nursed and her baby smell. Holding her on your chest as you rocked her to sleep, nose settled into her soft hair so her scent could fill you had been one of your favorite things to do. 

  “Have you seen the way she rocks herself when she pushes off of her tummy? She’s getting ready to crawl.” You mused and you felt Eddie sag under you. When you looked up, his head was lulled to the side, eyes closed with his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. One eye pried open to make sure you were watching him.

  “You see me? You see what you did?” Eddie went back to playing dead, “You just killed me.”

  You rolled your eyes, fond of the big goofball you’d married as you returned your stare back to your baby girl, your head nuzzling against his chest while Eddie continued.

  “Why would you tell me that, doll? You just heard me complaining about my baby growing up and you’re just gonna shoot me while I’m down? Why do you want to hurt me so badly? Huh?”

  “I’m just saying you can’t stop her from growing up.” You laughed, swatting his hand away from where it poked at your side, “It’s all happening, baby.”

  Eddie let out another sigh, this one defeated but there was a glint in his eyes that immediately made you suspicious. 

  “You’re right, you’re right. Newborn days are over. Until I put another one in you.”

dividers © @firefly-graphics.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fluff #dilf!eddie munson #girl dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #stranger things 4 #stranger things #st #dad!eddie munson #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things fanction #eddie munson fanfic #pennyverse #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn x reader

[merbear25]

Patience is a virtue

Learning to trust isn't easy, especially when you're still picking up the pieces from the past. Even though the desire to get to know you is a nawing persistence, he values your boundaries. Whenever you decide to open up, he'll be waiting.

a/n: idk I just have a lot of feelings.

Sanji, Ace, Corazon

CW: SFW, gn!reader, angsty(maybe?), fluff, mutual feelings

Sanji: You'd grown quiet around him. The both of you had just been starting to chat a little more. It felt nice to hear your soft laughs as he told you jokes about what had happened that day. But then, the angelic laughter came to a hault, leaving him to question what he'd said to bring such sorrow to your lovely complexion. Even without knowing what he'd done to upset you, he apologized―pleading, in a way, to move past this and get back to seeing you smile.

You needed time though. You didn't have to say it ―it was written all over your face. Backing off was a choice made with much heartache, but he did so nonetheless: deciding that persuing you in the matter would only push you further away from him.

Distancing yourself wasn't something that you'd necessarily wanted to do. However, those buds of elation and adoration sprouting were also accompanied with the bitter cold of past rejection that stifled any pursuit of happiness you were hoping for.

The erosion of the hole in you was swallowing your very being, but when this had shown to be too troublesome for others, he was still there: he didn't pry, he never rushed you, just waited for your return to him.

This was someone worth pushing those doubts aside for. The next time you spoke to him, your heart lead the way, despite your fears trailing closely behind. His warmth helped melt the frost that'd been collecting over the years.

Ace: He was growing accustomed to you rather quickly. You were certainly kind-hearted and nice to have a laugh with, all of which made him start gravitating towards you whenever you were present. There was surely an interest in you, one that he had not fully become aware of. Just as he was discovering his feelings for you, you changed gears: avoiding him, reverting back into your shell. Despite how hurt he felt, he couldn't demand you to tell him the reason―it wouldn't be fair to you.

If you needed time away from him, he would give you that. He wasn't going to force his friendship on you. That being said, this time apart was good for him, as well. Thoughts of you came and went, but many of them stayed: something interesting or funny would happen and he wanted to tell you about it but felt like he couldn't.

This time away from each other only echoed your longing for companionship; you were left with nothing but the same loneliness that'd surrounded you each time prior. Tears brought on by thoughts of the flame lit between you eventually burning out stung your eyes. Even in solitude, fear of abandonment intruded on you.

There were small glances he threw your way, none of which were harboring resentment. Instead, they showed concern. Anticipation for a row that wouldn't come: you stood there wondering what made him different.

How can I learn to trust? Can you help me? Seeing you make your way to him was the remedy he needed for the flickering flame he'd worried was losing its luster in your eyes. However, you were both sure now that it'd never go out.

Corazon: Taking the leap of faith to reveal his secrets to you was terrifying: you were, in fact, different from the others, but something like this wasn't an easy choice to make. That being said, nothing could replace the memories you two were creating together. Each day that passed, regret for the secret he'd let you in on didn't come. The bond he was under the impression you two had been forming was faltering though. It wasn't important for him to know what he'd done exactly―he just knew he wanted to make it up to you.

Your body language did the talking for you: your sunny disposition had clouds rolling in and the gloom of a storm was on the horizon. Even though he longed to come to your aid, he understood that pushing you into a conversation wouldn't fair well for your blossoming relationship.

You wanted to shield this budding love from the harsh storm brewing within. Your frail body could only do so much though when caught in this hurricane. Gale force winds, rain that lashed at your skin: abrasions which came with each potential relationship.

No stranger to the torment this world had to offer, he could see the wear and tear of your inner termoil on your soft face. It took each bit of inner strength not to go to you and tell you everything would be alright. He wanted to give you the freedom to choose to share your burdens with him. In spite of the distance between the both of you, his eagerness to rescue you from yourself was unmistakable.

I can't carry on through this storm alone. Can you be the one I lean on? Finding your way back to him, he instinctively held our his arms to wrap you in the warmth you'd been in desperate need of, yet unable to secure it up till now. You were now fully prepared to take your own leap of faith.

#one piece #x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x you #one piece fluff #one piece angst #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #op sanji #one piece sanji #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #ace #ace x reader #ace x you #fire fist ace #ace portgas #portgas d ace #sanji x you #corazon #rosinante #donquixote corazon #corazon x reader #corazon x you #donquixote rosinante #rosinante corazon #rosinante x reader #rosinante x you

[sebastianwallows]

Room of Requirements

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Summary - Anon request for "I’d love to request a fluffy (smutty if you want) Ominis x reader where reader shows him their room of requirement and the two enjoy some time tending to beasts and the calmness away from the usual bustle of the castle! Mainly I offer up potential smut because the first time I heard the room of requirement described as “a place away from prying eyes” my mind tan with that idea"

Word Count - 1,492

Warnings - 18+ light petting, lots of fluff from softie Ominis

A/N - Characters aged up! This didn't go full smut, but I think could easily have a more smut version at some point.

Since it was your 7th year at Hogwarts, you knew you had to start figuring out what to do with all the animals you had in the vivarium. You knew the life you wanted involved having lots of outdoor space for them to be truly free and safe in, but you may have to find out how to make a vivarium elsewhere.

There wasn't anyone you had considered telling your secret to besides Ominis. You weren't really sure how to tell even him, 'hey by the way, do you want to help me rehome the dozens of mythical beasts I've been hiding inside of the castle?'

It made you laugh a bit to even think about it, but you needed some help brainstorming so it seemed like now the time had come. Luckily you were able to catch him coming out of the common room.

"Ominis!" It made you feel flushed seeing how his face lit up just from hearing you call for him. You bounded up the small staircase to the entrance and looped your arm with his.

"Were you busy? I have an adventure to take you on."

He shook his head, "No, but even if I did have plans would it matter?"

He knew you were beaming up at him, though he couldn't see it. He imagined would it would look like.

"No." You both said in unison.

You briskly led him through the groups of huddled students, to the hallway you knew was often empty.

You stopped him in front of the door to the room of requirements and his eyebrows knitted together. He looked down at you puzzled.

"Y/N? Have you lost your mind? First off, I'm impressed you didn't drag me straight off of the castle grounds. Second, I've been here hundreds of times and there's nothing of interest in this hall."

You grabbed his hand and walked him over to the cavity in the wall which held the most fantastic room you'd found in your time here.

"Well, my dear Ominis, I have news. Right before your unseeing eyes, were I am about to lead us into the room of requirements. You have heard of it, yes?"

You pulled him forward as you pushed the large door open, hurrying him in to shut the door behind you to disappear.

"What!" He pulled out his wand and used it as a means to take in everything that he didn't even know existed before.

He knew you weren't lying to him because the room even smelled different the second you crossed into the threshold. It bared your favorite scent which contrasted the dusty Hogwarts halls.

"Are you kidding me? If I had never known of the Undercroft I wouldn't have ever found it either." He slumped over, clearly pouting.

You placed your hands on either of his shoulders, laughing gently at him, "Ominis this room only shows up if you're in need of it. And well, no offence, but you truly wouldn't have been able to see it even if it presented itself to you."

He sighed. "Well, what is it you needed it for?" His foggy eyes bore right through you before his lips curled up into a sly smile.

He hadn't awareness of much of the room, but he was able to force you backwards until you were pressed against wall, looking up at him curiously.

He raised a hand to to your cheek, the other resting on your hip, "Unless you needed it for us?"

You hadn't even gotten the chance to process his words before his soft lips pressed to yours. It honestly felt like a dream.

You allowed your fingers to snake up the back of his neck to lightly tug on his hair. When he moaned softly against your mouth it sent a ball of fire straight to your stomach.

"Ominis-I-," you gasped between breaths attempting to at least let him know that wasn't why you brought him here, but you were definitely interested.

It just proved to egg him on further as he tugged your body flush to his using one of your belt loops. He released your lips to lean closer to your ear and whisper, "Is there anything in here special for us now?"

You shifted enough to peer behind him and suddenly felt completely embarrassed to see a curtained bed that had made it's appearance in a far corner.

"Ah-Ominis. Th-there is, but I -"

"Then show me to it." You definitely knew the 2 of you had a lot to do and talk about. It was hard to ignore the seduction in his voice, but you knew he would forgive you for what you were about to do.

You remained quiet as you drug him along. As he took cautious steps forward, a much different vision playing out in his head, he stepped right into one of the first floor vivariums with you.

Immediate confusion was on his face as the scents shifted to ocean breeze and he felt it too. It was lightly blowing over his face.

"Y/N?" He stuttered your name out before continuing, his cracking tone betraying him, "I don't quite understand. I -" He dropped his head to the the ground as if he could see. He could now hear the quietest little squeaking noises that he recognized to be a Puffskein.

A Puffskein had rolled into the toe of his shoes. "Y/N, why on earth is there a Puffskein at my feet. What is going on?"

You let go of his hand, to cover your own face, muffling your laughter. Ominis looked fairly embarrassed given his initial assumptions about why you were here and the kind-of-sort-of silent confession he gave away as a result.

"So, Ominis," you picked up the Puffskein and held it near to his palm so he could feel the creatures fur, "I-um- I'm definitely interested in the reason you thought we were here. I think we should pursue that later. However, I wanted to show you my secret vivarium."

You could see him processing all of what you just said, considering whether he should use a memory charm on you or not to make you forget he was about to rip your clothes off just a few moments prior.

He lowered his fingertips to ruffle up the Puffskein's fur and he couldn't keep the smile off his face. It was quickly replaced with confusion, "So wait. You're telling me for, for three years you've just been hiding an entire vivarium of animals in here? In Hogwarts?"

You stepped closer to him, looking up at his glassy eyes when you answered, "What if I told you there were four vivariums?" Your voice came out in a whisper as you finished your sentence.

He raised his hands in astonishment, he always gestured frequently when feeling strong emotions, "Four?! Are you mad? What on earth are you planning on doing with them at the end of the year?"

You saw him flinch pleasingly when you moved your lips near his ear, " I was hoping you could help me figure it out."

He immediately shook his head at you in absolutely disbelief. "Y/N you are full of trouble, d'you know that?"

"Well, if I am to help then I suppose you have to introduce me to everyone?" He sighed in defeat, pretending to be horribly inconvenience, but you knew he loved when you dragged him into your more innocent schemes.

As you grabbed his hand to show him over to the Thestrals, he muttered so you could barely hear it, "And introduce me to more of yourself later too?"

Ignoring the latter part of what was said, you guide him to the Thestral's habitat to show him the animal you were most pleased to have; the most misunderstood of all of them.

"Okay, Ominis, this is my momma thestral, Flora." The creature huffed as he reached his hand towards it to allow a chance to sniff. She quickly nuzzled her leathery forehead against his hand and you could see him light up.

"Are you kidding? This is incredible." He got more comfortable with her and you placed snacks in his palm for him to feed her.

"I love coming here. It's so quiet and calm, it's my own nature getaway within the castle. The best part is nobody can find me here."

He listens to you as you tell him about all of the animals you've had come and go, all the things you've learned that were completely wrong from the textbooks you had all seen.

The 2 of you decided to make it a date to come back at least once a week until you both leave for good, where you'll craft some kind of plan together. He agreed to keep your secret safe as long you as you got to come back to find out what the other mysteriously appearing items in the room of requirement were.

#ominis gaunt #ominis #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy

[slayfics]

is it possible for you to make any sort of shinsou related fics? I think it would be really cute to see him take the reader on a date or maybe a valentines special eventually?

Valentine’s Day with Hitoshi.

1,700 words~

"Isn't it so cute!" Mina exclaimed hugging a teddy bear to her chest. You both were walking back to the dorms after the conclusion of classes.

"Yeah, it's a pretty fluffy guy," you said smiling back at her. Mina was overjoyed to show off the teddy bear Eijiro had gifted her earlier in the day as a Valentine's gift.

"Do you have any plans for today?" she asked, releasing the teddy bear from his suffocating hug.

"Yeah, I do...," You answered already prepared for the several questions that were bound to come next.

"WHAT!?! WITH WHO?! DOING WHAT!?! WHEN?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!" Mina demanded.

You laughed at her predictable behavior, "I'm supposed to meet Shinso in about an hour," You answered.

"HU?! Shinso?! Wait- the purple-haired boy from general studies?! NO WAY! He asked you out?! You can't just leave me hanging without any details! When did you two even talk?!" Mian asked surprised.

The truth was you were surprised too. Hitoshi was in the general studies course, so you hadn't really crossed paths with him during your time at U.A., despite that you found a letter stuffed into your locker a few days before Valentine's Day.

You unraveled the letter from your pocket and handed it to Mina who took the liberty of reading it out loud.

I apologize for doing this informally. However, I am unsure if we will cross paths in time for me to ask you directly. I've been interested in getting to know you better for some time now and was hoping you'd be interested in meeting me after class this Wednesday. If you are, meet me at the stairs of the main entrance of the school at 7 pm. -Shinso

Mina cried out loud after finishing the letter, "This is so romantic! The dork could have left his phone number though."

"Yeah, I thought that too- it would have been nice to confirm with him but- that's all right. I'll get ready and, meet him over there," You answered.

"You have to text me right away after! He seems so mysterious- such an interesting quirk. I wonder what he's like. OMG! What if he brainwashes you, good thing you told me! If I don't hear from you by 9 pm I'm calling Aizawa.," Mina spoke, causing you to laugh.

"You're always so dramatic," You laughed as you both entered the dorms.

"You can never be too careful!" She spoke before giving you a wink. "Good luck! I'm off to meet up with Kirishima!"

You gave her a wave and made your way to your room.

Once you finished getting ready you made your way back to the school. You were shocked to see Hitoshi was actually waiting on the school steps, hands in his sweater pockets and backpack at his feet. His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted you.

"Hey," You greeted him nervously unsure of what to expect. You had never talked to him one-on-one before.

"Hi!" He greeted you back, unable to keep the smile that erupted on his face. It excited him to see you had come- and that you weren't afraid to talk to him in spite of his quirk. "I uh- apologize for asking you out in such an informal way- I would have liked to ask you in person but, I hadn't run into you at all the last few days," He explained.

Truth be told you don't ever remember running into him. Were you crossing paths with him before without noticing? He certainly seemed to be noticing you.

"Informal? What do you mean? A letter is as formal as it gets," You laughed, hoping to lighten the awkwardness and break the ice. "I didn't mind it at all, in fact, it was pretty thoughtful."

"I'm glad you think so, and I'm glad you came... you didn't have any other plans?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prying too much too soon.

"Mm no-," you said glancing to the side, slightly embarrassed that no one else had taken any interest in making plans with you this Valentine's Day.

Hitoshi tried to hide the smile that threatened to break through on his lips at hearing you weren't seeing anybody. "Well, I uh- got you something," he said leaning down to pick up his backpack and search inside. He pulled out a purple plushie cat with a pink bow tied around its neck. "Hope it's not too dumb," he said holding it out to you.

A squeak escaped you at seeing the adorable stuffed cat, "This is so cute!" you exclaimed, grabbing it eagerly and squeezing it.

"I'm glad you think so," He spoke, blush tinting his face at your excitement.

"I got you something too," you said reaching into your bag.

"Hu? You didn't have to-," he replied, a stunned look on his face.

"Of course I did, it's Valentine's Day and you were sweet enough to want to spend time with me so- here," you said handing him the chocolate bar you had picked out at the store.

"That's really nice of you," he spoke a full blush on his face now as he grabbed the bar from your hand. Hitoshi cleared his throat trying to get his composure back, "I uh- wasn't sure what you'd be interested in, so I had a few ideas but- are you ok with walking to the cafe to get something to drink?" He asked.

"That sounds fine to me," You smiled hugging the stuffed cat in your arms and you both started the walk to the cafe.

"I've uh- been admiring you for some time now," Hitoshi disclosed, as you both walked down the street.

Your face flushed, you'd never met a boy to be so honest and straightforward before. "Really?" You manage to squeak out.

"Mhm-" He nodded. "You work so hard in your courses- I know you'll be an admirable hero one day."

"Oh, thank you- I'm not really sure how to take that compliment," You laughed nervously. "You're in the general studies course, right? What is that like?"

"It's fine I suppose- but I'm working hard training with Aizawa to transfer into the hero course," He answered.

"You're training with Aizawa!?" You asked shocked.

"Yeah- he's your teacher, right?" he asked, as you both approached the cafe, and he held the door open for you.

"Yup!" You nodded happily, entering the cafe. "If he is training you, I have no doubts you'll be transferring to the hero course in no time!"

Hitoshi smiled and glanced at the floor flustered by your praise. "Thank you for that- it's nice to have the approval of someone like you," He spoke causing you to fluster slightly.

Hitoshi ordered your drinks and you both started the walk back to the dorms.

"What do you mean someone like me?" You asked curiously, still taken aback by his comment.

"Hm? Well- I suppose I put a great deal of importance on the hero course so... hearing that a strong hero student like you thinks I have what it takes to make it... It's nice. I'm not used to that. Most people are scared to talk to me because of my quirk or say it's a perfect quirk for a villain," He explained.

"Oh- well don't pay too much attention to those people. Your quirk is amazing and could definitely make for a powerful pro hero. So- just stay focused on your training and maybe I'll see you in my class before I know it," you said encouragingly.

Hitoshi smiled, "I would like that... to be in the hero course but also, to see you more often."

"Oh-," You exclaimed feeling your face get hot again. "I've never met someone so blunt as you- it's refreshing," You spoke hoping your cheeks weren't too obvious.

You both approached the dorms and came to a slower pace. "I don't have any problems expressing my true feelings- if I wasn't training so much with Aizawa I would have liked to ask you out sooner. These are your dorms correct?" He asked.

"Yeah..." You said a little downcast that you were back and already going to part ways.

"If it's ok with you- I would like to take you to eat after classes on Friday," he said. Hitoshi felt his stomach flutter at the way your eyes lit up at his invention. He had admired you from afar for so long that it was overwhelming to see how much you appreciated his attention.

"Yeah! That sounds good," you said excitedly, the stuffed cat bouncing in your arms due to your excited rocking on your heels. "Oh! Why don't you let me give you my number-" You offered holding your hand out.

Hitoshi fished for his phone in his pocket and handed it over. He couldn't help but grin at the careful way you kept the stuffed cat in your arms as you typed out your number.

"Here you go!" You said handing it back to him. "I uh- thank you this was really nice."

Hitoshi nodded in agreement.

"I guess I'll see you Friday then," You spoke feeling hesitant to walk away. You wanted to spend more time with him and get to know him more. You stared at the floor waiting for him to give his farewell and walk away.

"Mhm- I'll see you then. You can let me know wherever you want to go...," he said, and you both silently waited for the other to make the first move to leave.

Hitoshi let out a small chuckle, "I guess neither of us want to go do we?" He observed.

You blushed slightly and looked at the stuffed cat giving it another squeeze, "This was nice- I uh feel calm being around you." You spoke, giving a Hitoshi another flutter in his stomach. He was used to hearing he put everyone on edge because of his quirk. It was intoxicating to hear you felt the opposite.

"Friday will come soon," He spoke and stepped closer to you closing some of the distance. You stared at him with doe eyes, as he moved closer placing a kiss on your cheek. "See you then," he smiled and left making his way back to the general studies dorms.

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[onyourowndaisymae]

unicorn bandages - alt. version

this has been sitting in my drafts awhile. someone requested some lucifer hurt/comfort (that i haven't got around to yet) and i wrote this, only to realize this didn't exactly hit the mark when i finished. but i figured it's cute, so i might as well post it

word count: 1145

content + warnings: playful/smartass lucifer, general fluff, minor physical injury, general mentions of embarrassment

you need to learn to be more careful.

that's what you think as you walk the rest of the way home to the house of lamentation, lost in your own thoughts. the gentle searing pain of your skinned knee was enough of a punishment-- did you brain have to keep replaying the memory of you tripping in the middle of town, too? being clumsy and wearing shorts were both incompatible with your plans today, yet here you are, looking foolish and feeling exposed from your mistake.

the blood had long since dried against your skin. you felt sticky and gross, yearning now for a shower and a place to hide from your lingering embarrassment. did anyone from RAD see you eat shit outside that shop. ugh, and they way nobody helped you up, how you awkwardly stumbled to your feet and-- ahhh!! please, no more!!

the familiar creak of the front doors announced your arrival to the house of lamentation. you shuffled inside awkwardly, head hung, staring at your feet to avoid another tumble. even the book you bought on your day out couldn't console you enough to block out the invisible judgement you felt.

"what is that?"

you lifted your head to find lucifer stopped in the archway to the living room, eyes narrowed at you.

"huh?"

"what is that?" he repeated. "what happened to your knee?"

"oh. i, uh, i fell on my way home and scraped my knee. i don't-- i'm fine. it's just a scrape."

you felt the urge to shy away from his stern gaze, to hide your little scrape from his prying eyes and pretend it never happened. he looks at the wound for a few moments longer before meeting your eyes.

"will you sit down on the stairs for a moment, mc?"

"it's not that big of a deal. it just need to be wiped off, nothing special."

"then surely you'd be okay with me cleaning it for you? since it's such a minor injury."

you couldn't think of much else to argue. he gave you that smug half-smirk he saved for minor victories such as this and disappeared from sight. you shuffled to the stairs and sat, slumped in defeat, as he presumably went to fetch some first aid supplies.

the avatar of pride returned as quickly as he left, this time with a small black box in his hands. a small gesture of his hands urged you to stretch the injured leg out to give him better access. gloved hands busied themselves digging through unidentified supplies.

"what happened?" he asks, quietly, as he pulls out what looks like a cotton pad and some sort of cleaning agent.

"i was... i went out to get this book satan recommended. y'know, because he always wants to talk about what he's reading." he nodded and you continued. "so i decided to grab it while i was out. apparently there's a hole in the sidewalk out front, because as i was walking out, my foot got caught and i-- ow!"

your cry of pain was almost indignant as lucifer interrupted your story by cleaning the wound. the sharp sting of something akin to but not quite isopropyl alcohol lit your knee on fire. had the scrape really been that bad?

"the bacteria in the devildom is a bit more aggressive than in the human realm," he explained, softer look on his face than a moment ago. "we wouldn't want our favorite human getting sick from an accident like this, would we?"

as if he was trying to apologize, lucifer brought your knee closer by the back of your leg and gently blew on the wound to alleviate some of the pain of the cleanser currently working its magic. it was nice. for a moment, he was lucifer, big brother, not the avatar of pride he embodied in public. his fingers fiddled with pulling and stretching your skin to ensure each inch was properly wiped clean. there was a certain level of sincerity to his movements that made you smile.

"did you do this a lot when your brothers were growing up?"

"you have no idea."

that makes you laugh. he smiles, just a little, before continuing.

"angels are supposed to be resilient. their skin is thicker than a human being's, so they shouldn't get hurt as easily. and yet training my younger brothers was-- well, it was quite the event."

"i'm gonna guess mammon was the biggest pain?"

"definitely mammon." a fond smile. he wiped a cotton pad across your busted knee before continuing. "every time i saw him, he was always covered in bruises and scrapes. i could never quite get him to admit that he'd got them wandering off in pursuit of his younger brothers."

"that sounds a lot like him."

lucifer picked up a small tin containing the bandages. these must have been picked out by asmodeus-- instead of the usual plain design lucifer always grabbed, these were bright and colorful with unicorn designs. the avatar of pride only offered a small sigh before pulling an adequately sized one out and applying for you. in a few moments, what was a terribly embarrassing memory had been sealed from the world behind two unicorns hopping in unison over a rainbow.

"aren't you going to kiss it better?"

your sarcastic question was followed by your mischievous little smirk. maybe you shouldn't have teased him while he was in such a good mood. his eyes narrowed a bit before, to your surprise, his smirk mirrored your own.

you open your mouth to play off your joke, but lucifer's already lifting your knee to his mouth. your whole body is sliding uncomfortably off the stair step-- karma sure is efficient-- as his lips hover above your knee. lucifer's lips brush the top of your bandage. he makes an obnoxious kissing sound to honor your request before unceremoniously dropping your leg, leaving you sprawled in an odd position on the steps.

"i was kidding," you whine.

"my apologies. i just wanted to make sure you healed correctly."

"yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

the avatar of pride is quick to repack the first aid kit and rise to his feet. you reach out for his hand to help you up. in a bout of playfulness, he instead high fives your open palm, small smirk dripping with sarcasm. of course you had to catch him in a good mood. you sigh dramatically. this time, his offer to help you stand was genuine. a quick tug of your hand and lucifer had quickly pulled your fragile human body off the steps.

"careful, mc. wouldn't want you to fall again."

"i think you'd enjoy it, actually. sadist."

"... you're probably right."

"huh?!"

your cry is indignant as he begins to exit. you chase after him without hesitation. that smirk on his face meant he was joking, right?

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[bit-dodgy-innit]

Something In You Lit Up Heaven In Me

READ PART ONE

Pairing: Apollo (who happens to look exactly like Orestes in Agora) x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3.5k

TW/CW: Oral (m and f receiving), gods don't have refractory periods because I said so, petnames, a bit of innonence!kink and some praise!kink for that matter, P in V, a smidge of overstimulation, creampie, humiliation (but it's not our reader).

A/N: OH MY GAAAAASH THANK YOU ALL FOR THE OUTPOURING OF SUPPORT ON THIS SILLY LIL FANTASY OF MINE! I know have a couple more ideas/installments for this little AU! And hope you all enjoy!!!

Quick vocab word that'll be helpful: Archiereus = high/head priest

The rest of the day following your covert meeting with Apollo passed in a blur. Your mother claimed that you no longer needed to bother with your daily chores, but you insisted on doing them anyway. It wasn’t fair to Caris and besides, the routine was anchoring. It was one small shred of normalcy that you’d been able to maintain since Apollo upended your world. Even so, your mind was elsewhere as you washed the linens and swept the house, drifting through the evening mechanically. 

Falling asleep was impossible. Your gaze was glued to the moon as it rose steadily in the sky, Selene’s radiance never wavering as she drove her chariot across its inky canvas. 

At first, you dismissed them as a mere cluster of fireflies…until they made an uncannily neat and tidy line leading away from your window. You giggled, quietly so as not to wake Caris, and tiptoed out of your modest home. The insects led you through your village, past the temple, into the forest once more. 

Apollo waited for you in another small, tucked away clearing. Despite it being the dead of night, the god’s gleeful grin illuminated the little corner of the forest. As enchanting as the fireflies were, they were no longer necessary when the god of light was present. Your feet carried you on your own accord and launched you into Apollo’s arms. 

Now that it was only you and your lover, hidden away from prying eyes and scheming minds, you completely surrendered your desire. Apollo made you feel liberated, wild, when you made love. 

“Want you to take me in your mouth,” he exhaled as you rolled around on the lush, soft grass, tangled within each other. Even though it wasn’t your first time seeing his member, you were unable to stifle your gasp when he shed his chiton. 

“Yes,” you replied at once. Then, “but I’ve never–”

“Shhh–I’ll teach you,” he assured you, sprawling back on the ground. 

You crawled closer to him. He disarmed you with his trademark grin, and the crinkling at the corners of his eyes instantly put you at ease. Apollo may have been an Olympian, but he was still a man. He took pleasure in the same way you mere mortals did. 

Your gaze met his expectantly, eager for his instruction. 

“We’ll start simply. How about you give the tip a kiss?” 

You did as he said. His reaction was immediate, a pleased groan escaped his lips. 

“Just like that, sunshine,” he spurred you on, “now see if you can take more in your mouth.” 

A memory surfaced in your mind – Caris, sharing what she did to please a man in this matter. You recalled her advice to wrap your lips around his teeth as you sank down, and to use your hand to stroke any part of him you couldn’t fit into your mouth. It turned out, you were initially too keen, sputtering and having to pull off of Apollo after your gag reflex was triggered. 

He cupped your face with one strong, sure hand, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, “Oh darling, there’s no need to rush.”

Like before, there wasn’t a trace of disappointment or derision on the god’s face. He traced his finger down your jaw, slipping in between your lips. You sucked on the digit instinctively, looking up at him with what you hoped were doe eyes, and Apollo moaned. “Mmm, I knew you'd turn out to be a little minx.”

You pulled off of the god’s finger to try again. It occurred to you that it would be difficult, if not unpleasant, to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth dry, so instead of trying to swallow down Apollo’s flushed cock immediately, you licked the circumference of his girth to wet him. The deity seemed to very much enjoy that, the action eliciting another deep groan. 

“Oh Tiii-Titans, you’re like a little naughty kitten for me,” he cooed. “Don’t stop.” 

Once he was properly slicked, you eased back down again. This time you opened your jaw wider, and though you only could take about half of him in, you wasted no time covering the remainder with your hand. It took a moment to teach them to work in tandem, yet you strove to sync the two movements. Your jaw began to ache slightly, the god’s mortal form was certainly not lacking, but you powered through. You wanted to be good for him, being good made you feel good, because you knew afterwards, Apollo would make you feel incredible.

Your lover never ceased his encouragement, his hand resting atop your head to guide you ever so slightly. A light tug on your hair made you pause, allowing him to ask, “Kitten, might I lead the way from here?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Apollo’s inquisitive, umber eyes narrowed at you, “Don’t refer to me so.” One look at your petrified face and he instantly amended, “There’s no need. I want you to use my name.” 

Your face split into a wide, pleased grin. “Alright, my–Apollo.”

“My Apollo, I like that,” he grinned, then stood. “C’mere kitten.” 

You rose onto your knees to level yourself with Apollo’s unflagging erection. He fed his cock back between your lips and instructed “You needn’t do a thing. Just pretend as if you’re yawning, it’ll help you take more.”

You wanted to nod in assent, but thought better of it given your full mouth. His fingers threaded into your hair, gently but firmly, holding you in place before he began to move his hips. Implementing his suggestion, you were shocked to discover how much more of his thick shaft penetrated your mouth. Apollo gave a few introductory thrusts, then began pistoning into you steadily. 

Your first instinct was to shut your eyes, but you coaxed them back open to observe your lover’s face. His jaw was tipped up, his brows knit together, his lips parted. To see a god this vulnerable was a privilege even the highest priests and most devoted acolytes would never receive in their lifetimes, a privilege whose magnitude that was not lost on you. 

On your knees for Apollo, you felt…safe. And not merely because that was the “natural” thing to do - to kneel for one’s god. Strangely, it wasn’t about that. The deity made you feel cared for, that you could set your burdens, however petty and innocuous they may be, down. He would shoulder them for a while, so that you could discover parts of yourself that you didn’t know existed.

Apollo pulled you closer to him, your nose now pressed against the taut skin of his belly as he used your mouth. It made breathing a bit harder, but the god’s rhythm began to falter soon after. 

“Ohhhh sunshine I’m gonna—try to swallow it down if you can.”

You hummed your assent around Apollo’s cock, inadvertently sending him over the edge. He shoved his shaft nearly down your throat as his release dropped down it, all but singing your praise the entire time. 

“Good girl kitten,” he painted the back of your esophagus with his seed, “taking it so well for me. You were so good for me.” 

At last he extracted his spent member from your overstretched mouth. The entirety of your chin was covered in drool from your coupling, and you barely had a moment to wipe it away before Apollo’s lips were on yours. He plundered your mouth with his tongue as if he was to lick the combined taste of his cum and your spit from it. The thought sent a hot thrill down your spine. 

“You did so well for me, darling.” He murmured once more after you’d broken apart. Apollo made quick work of your chiton, “Now what does my very good girl want?” 

“I…” your lover had begun to trail his lips down the soft skin of your neck. It made it impossible to think, let alone speak. “I want you…inside.”

“Of course,” he agreed from where he was now dotting kisses across your collarbone. 

Apollo continued his descent down your bare skin, kissing the tops of your breasts before pulling each nipple into his hot, sure mouth for a hearty suck. It felt so good that you changed your mind on how you wanted Apollo to ravish you, yet the sight of him sinking between your legs was too enticing to resist. He used the tip of his nose to part the seam of your sex before changing course and licking a long stripe between your folds. 

“Mmmm, just as sweet as I recall,” he husked. Your reply came in a strangled mewl. 

He chuckled darkly. "I know darling, but I must ready you.” 

No sooner had the words left his mouth did Apollo slide his index finger through your wetness and into your heat. Relief flooded you – no longer were you clenching around nothing. Apollo resumed kissing your neck as he tucked a second digit in along with the first. You met his movements eagerly, vaguely aware of how swiftly you’d shed the trope of the blushing virgin. Before, the god’s ministrations had felt like too much, now they were not enough. You needed the god’s hardness inside of you now. 

Despite being reduced to pitiful whines and whimpers, Apollo understood you. 

“You want your god’s big cock, don’t you?” 

You practically sobbed in agreement. But although the deity was a generous lover, he had a wicked streak. One that Apollo decided to unleash when he demanded right as he finally applied pressure to your bed, “Words, kitten.” 

“Yuh-YES!” you cried. It felt heavenly, but it wasn’t enough to bring you to climax. You legitimately feared you may go mad from the anticipation. 

“Good girl,” He parted your legs wider and locked them around his ample hips. He paused briefly to marvel, “what an offering you make for me.” 

Apollo proceeded to slap the head of his arousal on your clit, then at last he entered you in one smooth of his hips. The feeling of becoming one wrung another cry from you, while a deep, satisfied rumble sounded from Apollo’s chest. 

There wasn’t much talking after that. It was unnecessary. The god’s gaze locked onto your as he plowed you, first holding firmling onto your sides to steady you, then they crawled back up to breasts to pluck at your nipples. You were definitely going to go mad between the acute, concentrated ecstasy he was drawing from your pebbled peaks along with the astounding stretch and burn of his cock plowing into your channel. All the while, the swirling brown of Apollo’s eyes bore into yours, gauging your pleasure - how he could heighten it, how he could surprise you, how you would bit down on bottom lip whenever he changed angle slightly. 

The last observation spurred an idea from the god. He bent over you further, catching your wrists in his hands and pinning you to the ground beneath you. The shift allowed him to hammer a special, previously unknown spot within you, and for your vision to go a burning, blinding white. 

“AH! Ohhhh…Apo-Apollo,” you keened.

“That’s it, c’mon sunshine,” he urged you, now slamming his pelvis into yours, “Say my name. Scream it so that my kin can hear it on Olympius, and I’ll let you come.” 

“Apollo!” You were not one to disobey your god, “Oh stars above, Apollo! Holy Her–APOLLO!! ”  

Your orgasm exploded seemingly from the spot your lover’s cock was not battering outwards. You convulsed as the pleasure rushed from your core throughout your spasming frame to the very tips of fingers and toes. There was no way to ride it, let alone fight it, the ecstasy Apollo elicited from you demanded nothing less than complete surrender. 

At last, the euphoria in your body began to subside. You desperately gasped down more oxygen, yet, Apollo’s hard, thick member was still thrusting into you relentlessly. Next thing you knew, the deity had collected you into his arms and lifted you to sit on his lap. 

You winced at the deeper penetration and your growing sensitivity, but he whispered into your ear, “I know kitten, but I need a little more and Titans, you feel so damn amazing.” 

You pressed a kiss into his temple, now damp with sweat, and like before, surrendered your body to your god. He moved your hips for you, essentially fucking yourself on his cock, meeting each and every downstroke with an untiring vigor only an Olympian could possess. 

Suddenly, his hold around your torso tightened, and you felt his manhood pulse within you. A deep growl reverberated from his as his seed flooded your channel. Your head was spinning, so much so that you barely realized you two fell back on the grass again. 

Apollo rolled so you were beneath him once more and eased himself out of you. 

“Now, that is a sight,” he moaned as he watched his release drip out of your entrance. 

“Is it?” you panted. 

“Mmm indeed,” he promised, gingerly probing your puffy pussy to collect his spend. This time, he brought it to his own mouth, “Hellfire, we make quite the concoction.” 

“I…” you eyes were fluttering closed, “I’m glad you’re pleased.” 

The god pulled you close once more. “I am beyond delighted. You were magnificent, my little kitten.”

***

You didn’t remember returning home, but your mother’s voice barking your name to wake was unmistakable. It wasn’t until she jarred you into consciousness that you realized you were back in your own bed, and thankfully, clothed. 

“You were due at the temple a quarter of an hour ago!” 

Grogginess prevented you from sniping back at her that your tardiness wouldn’t anger the god, since Apollo was the very reason for it. Instead, you held your tongue, and lethargically, but as quickly as you could, you rinsed your face and dressed. Your mother shooed you off to the temple with a small cloth holding berries and cheese in tow. 

You trudged up the hill to the temple, you’d never liked going there to begin with, but now that your presence was compulsory, it maddened you. The more time you spent with Apollo, the more you despised the structure meant to venerate him and the men who inhabited it claiming to act in his name. The god himself and his priests seemed to be two disparate parties. 

Distressed shouts and —was that bleating?— jolted you from your thoughts. You ran the rest of the way to the temple’s entrance. Something was wrong. 

Breathlessly, you arrived at the temple’s sanctum to find the priests and acolytes in a frantic scrum and…a goat. 

You caught the eye of one of the younger priests. “Don’t we usually sacrifice ravens to Apollo?” 

The priest, Karolos, you believed his name was, gulped. “Th-that…that is the Archiereus.”

Now it was your turn to gulp. Your eyes widened, then darted up to the large statue of Apollo that looked over the chaos. 

“I need privacy,” you told Karolos lowly, “somewhere I can be alone.”

His brows furrowed, only for realization to dawn on his features a moment later. “Are you going to…?”

“I’m going to try.”

“Come with me.”

As he led you through the madness, you pressed further. “What exactly happened?”

“We all woke up from a terrible, seemingly shared, nightmare. The god appeared to us and we could see ourselves being roasted alive as the temple burned,” the priest began, “and the goat—I mean, the Archiereus, was in his chambers…eating his own bed linens when we rose this morn.”

“Gods,” you groaned. 

“We’re very sorry.” 

Your gaze shot to the ground at the mention of your violating confirmation as Apollo’s latest lover. 

“Truly,” he averred, “I knew it was wrong but they didn’t listen—“

“Stop,” you had no interest in reliving that terrifying day. “But thank you. Truly.”

Karolos sent you a small grin and then opened the door to what seemed to be the head priest’s chambers, half-eaten bed linens and all. The room was imposing, large, and most importantly, tucked into a corner toward the back of the temple complex. 

The bedchamber seemed even more intimidating when you were left alone within it. You hadn’t the faintest idea of how to summon Apollo, or if you even could. Therefore, you defaulted to the simplest of methods. You looked up, yet closed your eyes, and called out this name. 

“Sunshine.”

His voice was close. Very close, since not a second later you were pulled back into the deity’s arms. You startled, a very undignified and unappealing yelp escaping you. 

You pivoted in Apollo’s embrace to face him. “You enjoy frightening me, don’t you?”

“I enjoy arousing you in any and all forms,” he countered wryly. 

“You must change him back.”

Apollo’s face fell infinitesimally before resuming its usual brightness. “Of course. As soon as you admit how comical it is.”

You huffed. “Apollo.” 

He shrugged as if the power wasn’t solely and completely in his hands. 

“What’s this about a shared nightmare?” 

“I promised you not to harm them,” the god responded, frustration creeping into his tone, “but these provincial dolts needed to be taught a lesson. They cannot flout me, and by extension you, in such a brazen manner.” 

Arguing was pointless, you knew this. Because Apollo was right. As much as you felt as the reluctant center of the issue here, it actually came down to the priests and their respect, and therefore fear, for their patron god. 

“While the goat is very comical, I have to say, I think a slug would’ve been more fitting,” you offered with a small smile. 

Apollo laughed, his expression beaming once again, and captured your lips. 

When you breathlessly broke apart, you inquired, “Does this mean I no longer need to come here everyday?”

“Darling, you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

“I suppose so, but if you wanted me to, I would.” 

“Always so willing to please,” Apollo groaned in satisfaction, “you have no idea what you do to me.” 

Before you could counter that you didn’t he nudged his groin into your hip to give you one. You nearly jumped at the feel of his arousal pressing through two flimsy layers of your clothing. 

The god continued, “However, I believe there are better uses for your time too.” 

“Thank you, my–my Apollo.” 

“Oh you truly want me to take you on that bumpkin Archiereus’s bed, don’t you?” 

The god began backing you toward the bed in question, though you managed to slip out of his grasp just in time. 

“Apollo!” 

Another peal of laughter from the god. “My desire for you has no bounds.” 

“As does mine,” you offered, “I swear it. However, I have to go back and live amongst these people, and I’d prefer to be able to look some of my neighbors in the eye.” 

The god studied you, as if the fact you went back and lived among other people had only just occurred to him when you spoke it. However, maddeningly all he said was, “I see.” 

You fidgeted under the intensity of his gaze. “I very much enjoyed our time together last night though. I cannot remember if I told you.”

He grinned. You would never tire of it. “Good, then I shall see you tonight?” 

“Yes. Please.” your answer came without hesitation. 

“I’ll send you a route again,” he vowed, stealing one last impassioned kiss from your lips.  

“I shall count the moments,” you whispered. 

“Go,” he urged you softly. “I’ve taken care of the ​​Archiereus.” 

A commotion sounded from what you thought was the temple’s sanctum. It startled you, and when you turned back to your lover, he’d disappeared. 

Karolos was not waiting at the door when you emerged from the high priest’s chambers, much to your relief. So you hurried to where the shouts were emanating from. 

The Archiereus had been changed back alright. He lay in the sanctum stark naked and humiliated, barking for a cloth to cover his modesty when you arrived on the scene. Yet he cowed immediately at the sight of you and in a truly baffling role reversal, kneeled at your feet. 

“Please, we never meant to harm you, nor anger the mighty Apollo,” he all but blubbered. It was arresting, and honestly, you thought you might have preferred his haughty countenance more. “Your claim was a bold one, we simply sought to substantiate it, however if I could take it back, I would. I beseech you for forgiveness.” 

You didn’t wish to forgive him, however you didn’t wish to condemn the groveling cleric either. The happy medium it seemed was to respond, “The god is appeased. I will no longer be present for your daily rituals.”

With that, you turned and left the oppressive structure, unsure whether to stifle or welcome the exhilarating sense of authority following through you. It was truly the first time in your life you’d ever felt powerful. 

A/N: Ehhh...we like? Seriously, y'all give me the motivation pound out more of this! I already have an idea of another god I want to bring into the mix 😜

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[letsgetrowdy43]

Lucy loves reading at night and when Connor spends the night he asks her to read to him.

Au Masterlist!!

I think the first night he ever stays in her apartment is such a big deal to the both of them because it's the first relationship-like intimate thing they ever did.

She had just returned to her apartment, after a long night in the university library, with tired eyes as she dropped her book bag on her kitchen counter trying to be careful not to wake her sleeping roommates.

She finally opened her phone to see the final score of the Blackhawks game as she entered her bedroom, changing into a fresh pair of pyjamas she found his contact and sent him a short and sweet text about the loss. He responded right away which threw her off because it's eleven at night and he's still awake even after a game, so she tried to politely pry into why he's still awake.

“Just can't sleep :/ bad last few days” he responded as she stared at the message for a few seconds, trying to figure out what path to take and then quickly sent a text back. Hitting send on her impulsive text as fast as possible so she doesn't chicken out, “You can come up to my apartment if it'll help you sleep :)” Her eyes widen at her boldness as his response bubbles popped up in the corner of the screen. “Be there in a few.”

She waited for him at her front door, a grin on her face as she let him in, a soft smile on his face as he took in the look of her in pyjamas. A soft smile on her lips as she stood on her tiptoes to peck him on the lips as his hand found her hip.

The air felt a bit tense as they treaded in the unknown waters of their growing relationship, a comfortable awkwardness sitting in between them as he grinned tiredly at her. Their fingers intertwined as she led him to her dimly lit bedroom, motioning towards the side of the bed for him as she crawled into her own.

“Can I uh- sleep without my shirt?” his face grew warm as her sweet smile was replaced with a smirk. She pretended to ponder as she got comfortable under the covers, “I prefer you shirtless,” she said cheekily as he rolled his eyes and rid himself of his shirt before crawling in next to her.

She immediately clung to him as she rolled over and right into his arms, a content smile worked its way onto her face as her fingers drew little shapes on his chest, "you okay?" "Just stressed, I'll get over it," he whispered as her brows furrowed in concern. "I wish I could fix all your problems for you," she said as her hand impulsively moved up to sweep his curls in the right direction her hand remained on his bare chest as she looked up into his eyes.

He smiled softly, a little taken aback by the vulnerability of their conversation, "There's a lot more than I let on," he whispered with an exhausted sigh as she shook her head. "I wish you'd talk to someone about all of it, I think it would help a lot." He smirked as she pressed a kiss to his shoulder, "but then I wouldn't have an excuse to come crawl in your bed," he whispered as she smiled up at him and pressed another kiss to his lips. "You don't need excuses, I always want you around." "Well now you're never getting rid of me," she smiled and shrugged as she rolled onto her back.

they sat in silence for a second as she looked at her bedside table to see the book she needed to finish for her journalism class sat on the edge. "Can I read a chapter of my book quickly, I need to get it done for a class," she rolled on her side to see him nodding with his eyes closed. "read it to me," he whispered as she sat up and he rolled over to hug her lower body closer to him.

She opened her novel and started to slowly read the first few pages, before she heard a soft snore leaving his lips, her heart swelling at how peaceful he looked before she sat up a bit to mark her page turned her light and finally got comfortable in his arms.

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[vxxxb]

Tipsy With A Spider - [Miguel O'Hara]

Another one-shot! Much happier this time -- A night out with your boss leads to drunken behaviors and accidental revelations Tags: Slight Fluff, drunken indirect confession, lighthearted story, human reader 1. 456k words

“Am I heavy? Just let me know if I am.” 

You squirm within Miguel's grasp, your lips forming a slight pout as his exasperated sigh reaches your ears. “Well, am I? Otherwise, I can walk.” 

Immediately, you start to pry his hands off from around you, your legs swaying as they make contact with the ground. Your surroundings tilt, gaze dropping, and eyelids shutting instinctively as you clutch onto Miguel's shoulders. A frustrated groan escapes your lips.

“I feel nauseous,” You scrunch up your face.

Miguel rolls his eyes, arms swiftly carrying you back up bridal style. “Could you just remain still?” His patience wears thin as he scolds you, his forehead creasing in response to your drunk antics. “Dios, eres relajosa.”

Over the past fifteen minutes, you've persistently offered to "help" guide both of you back to headquarters. Initially, once you had left the bar, Miguel attempted to swing you both safely to the building; This proved to be more challenging than he had anticipated, seeing as you had risked both your lives twice by tearing the web on your way.

"It's like a rollercoaster," You had slurred, Miguel deftly breaking the fall on both occasions.

To say his back was sore was an understatement.

With a resigned sigh, Miguel readjusts his grip on you as you sway precariously.

"Alright, alright," you giggle, arms wrapping around his neck for support. "I promise I'll stay still."

Miguel shoots you a skeptical look but continues to carry you. "You better," he mutters under his breath.

As you make your way down the dimly lit street, you glance up at him, a slight pout forming on your lips.

“Miguel.”

No response.

“Miguel~”

Silence. 

“Migy~” you try again.

“Migs!~” You whine, this time finally getting a reaction out of him. You giggle at your antics.

"You know," you sigh, "you're quite handsome for someone who loves to brood,” you bop him on the nose, “and I hate how others also find you attractive too," you frown, fingers now idly playing with his hair.

At this Miguel tenses slightly, merely clearing his throat. "Is that so?"

You scoff, your hands cupping his face to direct his gaze toward you. "Do you know how many times people have asked me to set them up on a date with you just because I'm your assistant?"

You throw yourself back dramatically, Miguel's reflexes preventing you from falling. "I'll be dammed if any of them get a date with you before I do," you huff.

Miguel halts. "What?" He blinks in surprise, his hold on you tightening slightly as he processes your words. 

"Exactly! Who do they think they are making such requests?"

"No, not that," he shakes his head. 

You pause, your foggy mind struggling to recall what he was referring to. You shake your head, opting to lean against his chest. "What were we talking about?"

Miguel's lips curve into a soft smirk as he watches you, his fingers idly playing with a strand of your hair. "You were telling me how jealous you are of all those people who want to go on a date with me."

You pull back a bit, eyes furrowing. "I said that?" 

"More or less," He shrugs.

You hum, fingers drumming rhythmically against his chest. It does sound like something you'd say, even if you can't quite remember. One of the downfalls of being intoxicated.

As the two of you continue walking, a comfortable silence settles between you. The rhythmic sound of his footsteps and the occasional warm glow of a streetlight create a soothing backdrop to your thoughts.

"I should probably thank you," you murmur after a while, voice softer now.

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "For?"

"For allowing me to be part of something greater," your fingers trace absent patterns on his shoulder. "For having my back during human moments like this."

He tightens his hold on you. "Just doing my job as your boss."

Boss, the word brings a faint frown to your face. You look up at him, your eyes locking with his. "You're more than just a boss to me, Miguel. You know that right?"

He swallows, his expression unreadable for a moment. "Do you even fully comprehend what you're saying?" 

You remain silent, a brisk breeze causing you to shiver and nuzzle closer to him. "Are we almost there?" Your voice sounds half asleep.

Miguel takes note of your lingering disoriented state, a resigned chuckle leaving his mouth. "You won't remember any of this in the morning, will you?"

"Hmm?"

As headquarters comes into view, Miguel releases a small sigh of relief. "Finally," He mumbles, carefully navigating through the maze of steps of the building he created. 

Walking down the halls of various rooms, you eventually realize he's approaching yours. You shake your head, a hand idly thumping against his chest. And if that wasn't enough to catch his attention, the unnecessary tugging at the collar of his snug shirt surely prompts him to look down at you.

"Now what?" He asks, one of his fangs slightly peaking.

You blink at him, eyes lingering on the one fang slightly protruding. You’re almost tempted to poke your finger with it, but as he stares at you expectantly with raised eyebrows, you choose not to. 

"I don't want to sleep there," You pout.

With a deep breath, he slightly rolls his eyes. "You don't want to sleep in your room?"

You shake your head, the motion making you a bit dizzy. "It's lonely."

He gazes at you for a bit, a hint of hesitation in his expression. "Alright then, where would you like to sleep?"

You smile wide.

"With you. It'll be much warmer."

He closes his eyes, exhaling another conflicted sigh. He knew that asking you that question carried its risks. "Are you sure about that?"

You nod with a sleepy grin, your agreement coming out as a mumble.

Miguel eventually nods as well, changing course to lead you to his room. It takes a while, given that his room is situated in an isolated area away from the rest of the living quarters. By the time he arrives, you're already softly snoring. 

Carefully, he opens the door, stepping into the dimly lit space. For a while, he stands there, grappling with whether or not this was the best idea. If anyone had spotted him carrying you to his room, well, even spiders like to gossip.

At the lack of him moving, you pry an eye open, slowly taking in your surroundings. You were in his room; Miguel's room is a reflection of his personality — organized chaos mixed with cutting-edge technology. 

Tenderly cradling you in his arms, Miguel approaches his bed, gently lowering you onto the soft mattress, ensuring your comfort.

"Thanks, Miguel," you murmur, your words slightly slurred but sincere.

He emits a soft chuckle, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I don't believe I had much of a choice here."

You roll your eyes playfully, briefly closing them as you try to summon a witty response — Sadly, you can’t.

As you lay there, his gaze lingers on you; Part of him can't deny the warmth he feels from having you in his bed. The way you confided in him tonight, along with your playful and tipsy behavior.

"I can sense you staring," you remark, reopening your eyes. You lift the covers, a nonchalant invitation apparent in your gesture. "Join me?"

It's intended as a statement, but even you can't be that direct with someone like Miguel O’Hara.

"I don't think that's a wise idea," he says, crossing his arms before quietly relocating a sofa chair near the bed. He readjusts the covers over you, a subtle smile on his face. "Get some rest, preciosa."

You softly chuckle at his response, feeling a mix of disappointment and understanding. "Don't want to keep me warm?" you tease gently.

"Not particularly, no." Not in this state, he concludes silently.

You pout, only to then yawn. Miguel's watchful eyes never leave you as you settle into sleep. The rhythmic sound of your breathing and the occasional creaking of his chair are the only noises that fill the room.

"You are truly something else," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

As you stir, he leans forward, his fingers tenderly brushing a strand of hair away from your face, the touch gentle and almost reverential. He grants himself a moment to simply revel in the present, aware that come morning, you might not recall tonight's events. 

With a final lingering gaze, Miguel turns away, leaving the room in silent strides. He casts one last glance over his shoulder, sighing as he acknowledges the undeniable truth —  He was caving, and fast.

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[spiderlyla]

Crave — Miguel O'Hara

summary: now, who brought in that aphrodisiac and left it unattended?

tags: alchemax scientist!fem!reader × miguel o'hara

warnings: miguel & reader are both under the effects of an aphrodisiac (verbal consent is there of course!), biting, oral sex, extreme smut, counter-top sex.

a.n: ah!! so so sorry for not posting anything. got a huge writer's block and was really busy these past couple of days. hope you guys enjoy this <3

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miguel liked the night shift. he liked the serene calm it came with. the labs that once bustled with life completely empty, obnoxious co-workers long gone. he liked being the only one in the halls, he liked being able to conduct his research on the theory of the the multiverse without having prying eyes constantly following his every move.

he also liked the night shift because he knew full well you'd also be there.

you never got any of your research done in the morning, far too busy with paperwork and doing some of your incompetent co-worker's jobs for them. he'd listen to you complain during lunch that you will never get that promotion if you didn't focus on your own work, so he suggested you stay after-hours like him if you had the energy to. since then, he sees you around the labs during the night shift.

almost all the scientists work during the earlier shift, so you had every single lab to yourself, but the only problem with that is you had to clean up the accumulated mess from the morning. your co-workers were inconsiderate, messy and only cared about results, and for the most part, they leave alot of chemicals and exposed samples for anyone to stumble upon. it was quite upsetting how many members of the cleaning crew were lost due to their carelessness, so you took it upon yourself to never let any accidents happen again.

miguel knew about your little habit and often came to help you. he thought it was sweet, how considerate and kind you are, fussing over the safety of others when most did not.

after he was done with his research—or rather, after he got stumped and the coffee was not doing anything to make his brain function anymore— he made his way to your lab. you worked in the biology department, just a few floors down from his own. he made his way downstairs, and into the only lab lit by those pesky florescent lights. he knocked first, as not to startle you, then stepped inside.

it seemed like you also had finished your research, because the place was tidied up. vials of different chemicals labeled and put on a high shelf (making him wonder if you had to stand on the counter just to reach it, usually he helped get everything on the shelves), samples of various anatomical parts all closed shut and put to the side, tools tucked neatly inside the drawers. you've done it all, yet you hadn't gone home yet.

"done cleaning up already?" his voice echoes through the room, but you do not react to it. odd, he thought. you've been standing at the counter at the very front of the room, seemingly staring at something. you were bending down just slightly over the counter, hands on the edge of the marble surface. you were not moving and he could not see your face. concerned, miguel moved a few steps forward. "are you okay? did you hurt yourself?" the more he stepped closer, the more he realised that you weren't exactly still, you were shaking. he picked up his pace, eyebrows furrowed. "hey, hey, I'm here—"

"miguel—" your voice stops him. it wasn't hoarse, but rather strained. his name rolled off your tounge like honey, followed by a quiet moan. "d‐don't come any closer, okay?" he didn't listen, too stubborn and too worried to heed your words. he moved in beside you, finally spotting what's on the counter.

it is a jar, or rather, was a jar. he spotted the glass shards shards sitting in a neat pile by the edge of the counter. a pink liquid covered the entire surface, with a singular flower laying in the middle of the table.

it smelled good. maybe to you it didn't smell like anything, but to him, it smelled sweet. the arouma filled his nostrils, fogging up his brain a little. "are you hurt? did one of those shards get in your hands?" you shook your head. he put one hand on the counter, accidently touching the liquid. He moved to wipe it on his lab coat, only to realise his skin had absorbed it. The other hand moved to rest on your back. you flinched at his touch, something you've never done before, taking a few steps back.

confused, he moved with you. "what's wrong?" you shook your head again. under the fluorescent lights, he could see your cheeks flushed with colour, your eyes shut tight. "talk to me. what's that—"

"you should leave—please!"

"I won't leave without—"

he choked up on his own words, an odd sensation filling his body. something formed in his core, an unexplainable heat begging to be put out. his muscles tensed up, he could feel his cock hardening and twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers, throbbing against his underwear. his hands clutched the edge of the counter, and though his brain was fogging up, he knew full well what was happening.

"it's an aphrodisiac." he stated, gaining no response from you. "how long have you been trying to clean this up?"

"a few minutes–" you shuddered, hands wrapping around yourself. unlike him, you felt cold, extremely so. "–I touched that liquid a few times.."

"meirda.." he cussed, it felt a bit painful now. he looked up at you, you couldn't even stand up straight. poor baby, if he could just—

"you touched it too.." this was the first time you've met his eyes since he entered. pupils dilated, eyelids heavy with lust. the realisation must've switched something inside of you, or maybe it was the prolonged exposure to this goddamn material, but your energy had shifted completely. "i've—i've read that this only goes away if–"

"I know." he knew he could handle it by himself, this wasn't his first experience with something like this, but he knew full well you couldn't. you wouldn't even be able to get home in this state. you took a few steps towards him, the scent of your body dizzying him. "do you...want to?"

of course he wanted to. he wanted to for a while now, but he never wanted it to go like this. he wanted to take you out first, a few times, maybe even ask you to be together before you could do anything like what you were suggesting. he wanted you, yes, but he wanted you to give yourself to him because you are fully aware of it, not because of an aphrodisiac. "doesn't matter. if it'll help you, i'll do it. do you want to?"

you silently nod, cheeks flushed a darker colour than before. miguel moves towards you, until he has your back pressed up against the cold counter. his hand finds your cheek, the proximity of your bodies warming up your chilly body, while calming down the heat radiating off of him.

miguel's lips brush against yours, but you're impatient. you wrap your arms around his neck and throw yourself at him, capturing him in a desperate kiss. that was enough for him to let go of any rationality he had left.

his big hands work on the front of your blouse, never daring to break the kiss. in a minute, the fabric is thrown off somewhere in the lab, and you were on the counter, legs spread open. he pulled away and you whined at the loss of contact, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt. "Paciencia, hermosa," He dips into the crook of your neck, fangs protruding and grazing against the tender skin. the smell of your skin smells more addicting than any aphrodisiac. "i'm not going anywhere." he sinks his teeth into your sweet spot, and you let out a loud moan, hands fumbling with the buttons on his button up. "m-miguel, please—"

"i'll take care of you, don't worry." he pushs your trembling hands off of him, and takes off his shirt, throwing it beside your own. your hands quickly wrap around his shoulders, and your legs wrap around his bare waist. a guttural groan escaped his lips as he caught yours in another breathy kiss. your skin felt soothing, extinguishing that extreme heat from his body. he couldn't stop biting you, hearing those sweet moans and dirty cuss words come out of your pretty mouth only motivated him furthur. your hands felt brilliant tangeled up in his hair, the occasional tugs making him bite down on your skin a little more, making sure to leave a mark. he slipped your bra off of you, one hand fondling your tender breast, squeezing and teasing your sensitive nipples. when you let out an approving noise, he grins, proud. "you like that, mi sol?"

before you could answer, his talons rip your skirt right off, and despite your haze you let out a squeal. the sweet smell of you fills his nostrils, that throbbing between his legs becoming unbearably painful. his lips part with your chest, and instead, you find him peppering kisses all over your abdomen, hands wrapping around the fabric of your soaked underwear. he pulls it down, and instantly lets out a grunt. "pobrecita, how long have you been waiting for me to come?" he runs one of his thick fingers between your folds, collecting your slick. "a-a while—" he goes to taste, but you grab his hand and suck on his finger.

he almost creamed his pants like a teenager right then and there.

"fuck, you greedy little thing," he pulls his fingers out and kneels down infront of you, tip of his nose brushing against your swollen clit. "you smell good, so good." his tounge laps at your heat and you scream his name out. his hands knead the plush skin of your thighs while keeping you still, as he continued to eat you out like a man in drought. everytime his nose bumped against your clit, you'd arch your back and moan his name in broken fragments. "you're so sweet, i can't get enough, queirda."

"ah, mig, please, m'close." He stands up when your legs begin trembling and a few tears form in your eyes. he kisses them away, "ah, ah, not so fast, nena." you feel something heavy on your abdomen, and your eyes flutter open. his cock is resting on your stomach, long and thick, the tip an angry shade of red. your walls clench.

your eyes meet his crimson ones, "please, miggy." the little nickname you once used to tease him, sounded much better to his liking when he had you like this. "please what?" he wanted to hear it, more than anything. "i-i need you, please, miggy—" he silences you almost immediately, putting the tip in while pressing his lips against yours.

muffled noises come of your mouth and spill into his, the stretch felt so incredible that you almost passed out. his girth filled you up and he wasn't even all the way in. "nngh, too big—"

"you'll take it." his voice is hoarse and he groans everytime your walls clench around him. he pushs inside you, all the way in and stays still. sweat forms at his forehead as he tries his best not to ram into you all of a sudden. "good girl, see?" his praise makes you nod, and without any warnings, he moves. he was slow and careful at first, watching his tip buldge your stomach everytime he thrusted. your walls felt warm and plush around him, greedily squeezing him out. he picks up the pace, rutting into you as his mind fogs up. "such," your screams of pleasure are like music to his ear, "a pretty," his name sounds gorgeous when it falls off your lips, he didn't know how much he'll enjoy hearing it like this, "little thing, taking me so well."

his thursts become sloppier, your grip on his hair sends shockwaves of painful pleasure down his entire body. "mm–miguel—miguel!" the sounds of your intertwined bodies, the smell of sex and that obnoxiously sweet arouma that lingered from the aphrodisiac drove him feral. he pushed deeper and deeper, hitting your g-spot over and over again. your insides clenched around him, "m'mclose, mig—"

"that's it, thaaat's it, pretty girl." the praise edged you over, and you let out a final string of moans as you came all over his cock. he continued to thrust harder and harder into you, and pulled out just in time, painting your stomach and chest white. that heat in his body finally evaporated, as he set his head on your shoulder, the two of you panting heavily.

your body is still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, so he holds you. he could tell the effects of the aphrodisiac were completely wearing off, because the worry of your reaction to what just happened began to settle in. you turn your head towards him, eyes cloudy but all the more alluring. in his opinion, you never looked more beautiful.

"hey." you sound embaressed, "that...was.."

"intense." He completes, looking at the mess he left on your body. hundreds of love bites all over your entire body, puncture wounds on your shoulder blades, neck, and your inner thighs. you laugh, and he smiles, "I was going to say unsanitary."

"Oh, that too." He chuckles, "I'll clean it up, don't worry."

"I think that's enough cleaning up for us." you try to sit up, but you're still too weak to move. miguel helps you up, hand supporting your back. when he tries to move away, you stop him, putting a hand on his cheek, and pressing your lips against his plump ones. this kiss is different. it's geniune, not hungry, not desperate, but sweet, truthful.

tender.

he doesn't move away, kissing you back until you move away. you set your head on his forehead, spending a moment in calm silence. then, he speaks.

"do you want to grab dinner?" the question evokes a breathy laugh out of you, and you nod. "but I don't think I can go anywhere looking like this. what about takeout? your place?"

he nods.

"takeout, my place."

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[pillowspace]

I wrote 1,148 words at like 2AM of Celestial Sundown Moon and Reader because of this post I made.

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Your footsteps echoed through the spacious corridor lined with doors as Moon led you away, leaving the pink and white fox god with the theatrically booming voice far behind. The atmosphere was weighed down by thick layers of tension, and Moon did not give your presence a single ounce of acknowledgement aside from the visible stiffness to the lines of his shoulders. The last time that you had gotten a glimpse of his expression from behind the bars, it had turned from shocked to a silent communication of stormy eyes that you were royally screwed the second the two of you had privacy away from prying eyes and ears.

Honestly, you less regretted having followed after him, and more so regretted having gotten caught. That rockstar gal as the fox god had so loudly proclaimed her to be had been scary when she grabbed you.

The dead silence of the walk of shame behind Moon made the background noise of shoes scuffing the floor deafening. The air was suffocating. Eager for a distraction, you glanced up to see two smaller gods stood by a tall, glass window; one green and wide-eyed with what looked to be a single antenna ending in a glowing ball of light, while the other was pink and squinting mis-matched eyes in disdain. They were both openly staring at Moon out of the corners of their eyes, whispering to each other in hushed tones. You skipped an extra few steps closer to Moon's back and lifted your head high from your shoulders to quietly whisper to him.

"Hey. Are those your old castmates?"

Silence.

It felt like an eerily bad omen that Moon wasn't even taking the time to tell you to shut up, especially considering the fact that you weren't even supposed to be seen talking to him in the building. You shrunk back into yourself, steps slowing down to lag behind as you had been prior.

Moon finally slowed to a stop in front of one of the large doors and pulled out from beneath his cloak the very key that the fox god had handed to him. You stopped beside him and tapped your foot against the pristine floor, warily glancing around the hallway as he unlocked it. Kissing the calm before the storm goodbye, you looked back just in time for Moon to push the door open, and you followed behind him with your gaze down low as he stepped inside. Eyes wandering as you passed him by, the room was lit up by torches against the walls and filled with all kinds of strange equipment that you'd most like find in a circus, as well as a few things you couldn't even recognize as having a Mortal Realm equivalent at all.

"I hope you had your fun back there, by the way. That was humiliating," you whispered, brow dipped low as you straightened your posture out and pulled the hood of your cloak off of your head to fall down against your upper back.

From behind you, you felt a gust of air hit you as the door slammed shut with a bang loud enough to make you startle. You turned towards Moon to see him with a hand tightly gripped around the handle, and he whipped around to face you, expression positively enraged.

Ohhh, fuck...

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" Moon raspily shouted, and all you could do was stare at him with wide eyes. "Oh, did I have fun? Clearly not as much as you did, coming here of all places!"

You had heard him hiss before—and hiss like a cat, he did often—but shout? That was something so rarely drawn out of him. You supposed that this was the worst you had ever outright disobeyed him before, but still. It surprised you. That surprise then bubbled out into an annoyance of your own.

"I was supposed to sneak in, then sneak out. I wasn't trying to get caught!" You shouted back, thankful for the walls that you had earlier watched Moon be assured were soundproof. He scoffed.

"And what good did that do you? Because if anything that Funtime told me back there was true, then you were an easy catch. If I had left without seeing you, do you have any idea what they would've done to you!? ANY idea!?"

"I can do a couple tricks for an apple," you said through gritted teeth, balling up your fists to feel the prick of your own fingernails against rough skin. "I would've escaped."

"You are reckless," Moon took a step forward to shove his index finger against your chest, causing you to lean back and look down at it in offense, "overzealous," he took another step forward, followed by you taking a more nervous step back, "and overconfident in your own mediocre abilities. If what Sun told me about you being so smart and cautious was even remotely true, then you've been discarding that caution for... what? To prove a point? Is that it?"

You shot Moon an affronted look. "To help--"

"You could help by not getting yourself tortured or killed, did you think of that?" he hissed. You grabbed onto his wrist and firmly moved his hand away from your chest, sick of the unwanted weight against you. He retracted it with ease, ripping his wrist from your hold to swing it back to his side, swishing the folds of his gold-edged, royal blue cloak in the process. You glared at him, and his expression remained just as stormy with gritted teeth.

"If my abilities are so mediocre, then why have you been keeping me around!?" You shouted, shooting your arms out wide beside yourself with your palms laid out. "I'm not asking to leave here, but you've said it yourself! I slow you down! So just what has been the reason!?"

Moon just stared at you, anger but also hesitation crossing his features as he thought on a response. A look of irritated defeat won out, and he turned away from you to silently walk farther into the room with a slouched posture. Your gaze followed him as his footsteps echoed throughout the room, your own arms falling back down to bounce against your sides.

"Where are you going?" You asked, tone unimpressed.

"I'm sitting down. We can't leave yet without rousing suspicions. You should take a nap, now would be a good time for you to slow me down," he bitterly grumbled in response, as if you hadn't mirrored his own exact words from the past back to him. He found a chair against the wall and fell into it to cross his legs and brood.

"So you're not answering the question then?"

He did not respond.

You rolled your eyes and kicked at the floor, glaring down at the corner of the room in front of you. "Typical," you murmured.

#celestial sundown au #pillowspace writing

[coffeeandbatboys]

Pick Up The Pieces (Maverick Mitchell x Bradshaw!Wife!reader)

Summary: After your brother's death, your husband has nightmares reliving the whole incident. In the midst of this, you find out some information that you're not sure how to handle.

Warnings: mentions of Goose's death, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of pregnancy

A/N: I would like to do some fluff/humor Mav fics but this one is pretty dark.

You weren't quite sure what was happening when you were woken up by a sharp cry. Next to you in the dark, you could feel his body being racked by sobs and ragged breaths. Upon realizing that he was having a nightmare, you shot up in bed and turned on the lamp.

"Pete. C'mon baby wake up." You gently shook his shoulder, saying his name like a prayer. In an instant he jolted awake, eyes frantically finding yours. When he became aware that he was, in fact, in the bedroom with you, he fell back against the bed. His breathing changed, but didn't level out.

"Breathe, baby. You're safe."

His eyes closed and face contorted into a pained expression. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" He apologized, not bothering to open his eyes.

You disregarded the question. "Don't be sorry, Pete. Are you okay?"

His answer came in a strange choked-out hiccup. He sat up and faced away from you, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

You, however, were not going to let up easily, so you stood and went around to his side. His eyes were locked on the carpeted floor, unwilling to meet yours. So you did the first thing you thought of.

You pulled his head against your chest, wrapped your arms around him and carded your fingers through his hair, tugging gently at the strands.

"It's okay baby." You whispered. "It's okay to cry."

"It was my fault-"

"No!" You cut him off, albeit sternly. You quieted your tone. "There was nothing that could be done, Pete."

His grip on your waist became tighter.

"Nick thought of you as if you were his own blood brother, despite us being together. He told us to take care of each other, and to take care of Carol and Bradley. That's what I intend to do, and I'd rather that the love of my life is by my side while doing so."

His whole body was now trembling against you, and you barely heard the timid 'I love you' that he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too. So much." You kissed his forehead, echoing the words.

Tears brimmed in your own eyes as you held your Husband. Suddenly remembering something, you stilled.

"Wait here." You commanded, prying yourself out of his hold, which he reluctantly released.

You padded into the bathroom and rummaged around in the box beneath the sink. Grabbing the two pregnancy tests you'd taken earlier in the day, you prepared yourself to tell him.

Slowly walking into the bedroom, dimly lit by a single lamp, you hesitated.

He noticed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, voice low and cautious.

"I-I'm not sure if this is a good time to tell you, but you're going to find out sooner or later."

His brows furrowed as you placed the positive tests in his lap. He blinked rapidly for a second, as if his eyes were adjusting to what you'd just presented.

"It's a positive....?" He stammered, eyes flying up to look at you.

You nodded.

"So...you're, you're pregnant." He clarified.

You nodded again, only this time re-assuming your position from earlier. Once again his arms were around you and he was at a loss for words. You stroked his back as tears finally escaped from both of you.

In the midst of his shaky sobs, he kept repeating his love for you, holding you as tight as possible.

As you both climbed back into bed, still holding each other, you turned the light off and fell asleep, knowing that Nick Bradshaw, your brother and your guardian angel would be watching over you.

#pete maverick mitchell #maverick x reader #pete mitchell x reader #Top gun #top gun 1986 #Pete maverick Mitchell x female reader #Pete Mitchell x wife!reader

[ssa-montgomery]

we're slaves to any semblance of touch (part 2)

Part 1

Word Count: 7833

Summary: It's been a couple of days since Y/N lost her virginity to Daryl Dixon and they're trying to navigate their new relationship and their feelings towards one another.

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader, Maggie Rhee

Warnings: Swearing, gossiping with Maggie, fluff, talk of feelings and relationships, some insecure Daryl, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, some praise kink, unprotected sex, lingerie, doggy style

A/N: I hadn't originally planned to make this a two-part one-shot but I got some requests on here for more of this story and I couldn't resist! I leaned a bit more into exploring their relationship in this one but there is still some very fun smut too! I don't know why but I always find the second part hardest to write, I'm always a little nervous it won't live up to the standard of the first so I hope you all enjoy this just as much! As of posting this, it is after midnight so it's technically the 26th but I still want to wish you all a very happy holiday season if you celebrate! Now, Merry Christmas ya filthy animals, enjoy your smut ;)

Feedback is what motivates me to work so please let me know what you think! Reblogs are also greatly appreciated.

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The light of the sun was blinding as it bounced off the metal gate of the prison in front of you, forcing your attention to the side view mirror as you attempted to shield your eyes. You could see the view behind you reflected back, the sun hanging low over the tree line you'd just emerged from while it lit up the sky in shades of orange and pink. It was beautiful but you were also reminded that you were once again returning later than you would have liked. Rick murmured something next to you, most likely talking to himself you assumed but either way you had other matters on your mind.

You'd promised Maggie a gossip session as soon as you were home and you were sure she'd be waiting for you. She'd seen everything that day you'd left her alone in the watch tower. From the subtle touches sitting by Daryl's bike to the way you'd led him away, disappearing into the empty cellblock for over an hour before emerging, dishevelled and wearing his worn-down shirt. The next time she'd seen you alone she practically cornered you in the laundry room, trying to pry any information she could from you about what happened but Carol called for your help just in time to save you from her questions. 

You bid your goodbyes to Rick after you helped him unload everything you'd managed to grab on the supply run and set off in the direction of the first place you could think to check for Maggie. It was the right choice, Maggie already waiting for you when you rounded the corner. She was sitting in one of your favourite spots in the prison, an old wooden bench tucked away in the far corner of the courtyard. During the day the courtyard was busy, filled with the buzz of everyone going about their days and the bench let you sit together, watching everyone while still being far enough away that they couldn't hear as you gossip about them and swapped stories of everything that happened in the prison that week.

Her face lit up when she spotted you quickly making your way across the courtyard towards her, a certain excited spark in her eyes that spelt trouble for you. From your brief exchange during her earlier ambush, you knew she was full of questions about everything that happened and if you were being quite honest with yourself, you were glad to have someone to share it with, to finally be able to say it all out loud.

It had been a couple of days now since what happened with Daryl and yet it was still the only thing on your mind. It was the only thing you wanted to talk about but it simply wasn't an appropriate conversation topic with certain members of your group until you knew Daryl was comfortable with people knowing. Every moment you had was consumed by the thoughts of it. Of him. When you did let your mind wander a little too far in that direction it was like you could still feel his hands all over you, hear his harsh breath in your ear as he hovered over you, feel the pressure of -

You shook your head, snapping your mind back to reality as you calmed your now racing thoughts. You took a seat next to Maggie, crossing one leg over the other as you hoped she didn't notice the subtle way you pressed your thighs together while you did it, trying to ignore the growing ache between them at the flashbacks to what exactly Daryl had done to you.

"There ain't no runnin' away from me now." Maggie chuckled as she threw her arm over the back of the bench, turning to face you as she gave her full attention to you, ready for the hottest gossip the prison had seen in a long time. "Carol ain't here to save you with chores and I want my answers."

"Okay fine." You gave in, shooting her a teasing smile at her determination to get you to confess. She'd been one of your most loyal friends since you met her back at her daddy's farm and you knew she'd been rooting for the two of you ever since you first told her about your crush. 

Having you and Daryl possibly become more public about your relationship would also take some of the spotlight away from her and Glenn being the freshest couple at the prison which you were sure she'd be grateful for too. There wasn't much form of entertainment at the end of the world and everyone admittedly including yourself and Daryl had taken to teasing the new couple.

 She just wanted to see you happy after everything you'd been through and you knew even if she didn't say it out loud, she wanted the best for Daryl too. Even if she wouldn't hesitate to kick his ass if he found a way to mess this up and break your heart. "Ask away, whatever you want to know."

"Well, first and most importantly, I want to hear you say it." You opened your mouth to protest but you quickly fell silent when it was met with a stern look from Maggie. You should have known she'd bring this up, wanting to claim her bragging rights in the whole situation. She playfully shoved your shoulder when you rolled your eyes at her, sticking out your tongue. "Come on, you know exactly what I want and we're not moving on until you say it." 

"Thank you Maggie I would have been far too much of a coward to make a move without your encouragement and I owe the whole relationship to you." You raised your voice an octave, faking a sweet, innocent voice as you dramatically sighed. Maggie snorted at your performance and the two of you burst out into a fit of laughter.

"So is a relationship then? You two decided to date or was there even much time for talkin' 'bout it?" She asked, it was a more serious question now but there was still that suggestive tone lacing her voice on the last part of her question.

"Hey behave yourself you! We talked alright? It wasn't all just us - I mean we haven't talked properly about the whole couple thing yet but it's not a one-night stand, that much is clear." You'd known for a long time now that there was nothing you wanted more than a relationship with Daryl. The sex with him was obviously incredible but there was something about the gentle intimacy between the two of you that you couldn't get over. 

He made you feel safe in a world that was the furthest thing from it. You wanted more from him, more of the soft touches he allowed himself when he thought no one was looking, the touch on your waist as he passed behind you on a run or the gentle tap on your shoulder to get your attention. He wasn't a very public person but you wanted to show everyone how much you meant to each other. "There were a couple of mentions of a next time and he seemed genuine about it."

"You really do care 'bout him huh?" Maggie let her head tip to the side with a gentle sigh as she watched the hopeful and loving look settle over your features while you spoke. You didn't need to say anything, the answer to her question was written all over your face. You'd never been able to hide the fact that the simple mention of his name lit up your eyes in the purest way. You'd never cared for anyone like this and it felt as if no one else could understand how deep these feelings for him ran. Maybe there was a part of you that couldn't even quite grasp it yourself. There was a shift in the innocent atmosphere you'd lost yourself in when you looked up and met her gaze, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Was the sex at least as good as you'd hoped after all that waitin'?" 

"Maggie." You shot her an exasperated look at her question, a slight blush creeping up on your cheeks. Good didn't exactly feel like a big enough word to describe how Daryl made you feel but you weren't about to give Maggie a detailed description of that.

"Oh come on, Daryl Dixon is one of the most secretive, private people in this community and you ain't gonna tell me what he's like when you strip all that away? Or you know, strip him down in your case."

"It was incredible. It was everythin' I could ever have dreamed of and yet so much more. He's a true gentleman under all that fight and snark with one hell of an inappropriate way of talkin' and that is all the information you're gettin' outta me on the matter." You stated, reinforcing your point by raising your hands in the air at the first sign of protest from her. You may have had more experience now but it was still a topic that made you flustered to think about and you weren't willing to discuss the details of your sex life with others yet.

"I really am glad to see you this happy Y/N," Maggie said then reaching a hand out to hold yours where it was sitting in your lap. Her tone was more serious now, trying to make sure you heard her as she gave your hand a light squeeze. "You two deserve each other."

"Thank you, Maggie. Jokin' aside I really do appreciate you pushin' me to make that first move."  You watched something in her expression change as you spoke, an amused glint shining in her eyes as they focused on something behind you.

"I guess that's my cue to leave, here comes your lover boy." You were only briefly aware of the chuckle Maggie let out as she stood up from the bench, watching you spin around at full speed. You could feel your heart skip a beat when you saw Daryl walking towards you. He nodded politely to Maggie who shot you one last knowing look over her shoulder before she passed by him, disappearing through the door he'd just walked out of. 

He was wearing one of his cut-up shirts, the sleeves frayed where he'd taken a knife to them, cutting away the material that now showed off his muscular arms to you. You were staring, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not anymore. It was one of your favourite looks on him and maybe if he knew it, it would convince him to wear them a little more often.

You offered Daryl a warm smile as you waved to him, catching your bottom lip between your teeth in a nervous habit as he made his way towards you. It had been challenging to find time to talk to Daryl since that night, a busy couple of days keeping the two of you apart more than you would have liked. It made your heart race as you thought about being alone with him again. 

Things had changed between the two of you since that night, that was for sure. You could see it in the subtle things, like the way he was looking at you now. The soft expression on his face betrayed his usual attempt at a colder front as he sat down next to you, his eyes drifting across your face. He didn't hide from you anymore the way he used to. 

Now when you felt his eyes on you throughout the day you'd look up to be greeted by the sight of his blue eyes staring into yours and not the embarrassed expression you'd grown used to as he'd try to look away. There was something calmer between the two of you now, almost safer. As if you didn't have to worry anymore, the fear that the other didn't feel the same was finally gone.

"Hey, you." You greeted him, your voice soft as you spoke, unable to hide the smile that broke wide across your face. You tucked one leg up underneath your body as you shifted in your seat, turning to face him as you moved closer. You didn't touch him, not yet, as you tried to gauge the mood of the conversation first but in an instant, it was like everything fell away around you and he was all that mattered.

"Hi." His voice was quiet, almost shy and you could see that small smile that seemed to now be reserved for you and you alone tugging at his lips. It was almost overwhelming for you at times, knowing you got this side of Daryl that nobody else saw, the side that was saved for your quiet moments together when he felt safest. His hand fell to your thigh as he used his grip there to pull you closer towards his side until you were touching, shoulder to shoulder as you leaned into the contact. "What were ya talkin' 'bout with Maggie?"

"Just some handsome redneck that's supposedly wandering around the prison." You teased gently bumping your shoulder into his, hearing him chuckle at you as he pushed back against your shoulder.

"So, yer uh - yer tellin' people 'bout what happened between us then?" There was a slight nervousness in his voice as he spoke, his fingers playing with a loose thread on his pants as he tried to distract himself, not wanting to give away how he really felt.

"Oh well, you know not really. Maggie - Maggie doesn't count. Not in a bad way it's just, she's the one who had to practically push me face first into you to get me to make a damn move so she would have figured it out come hell or high water anyway and I sort of owed her an answer. She's my best friend." You explained with a light laugh hoping to lighten the slight tension Daryl seemed to be holding. You hadn't really thought about the fact that Daryl might not want people to know about what happened between the two of you and the last thing you wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable. You just hoped his reaction didn't mean he regretted what had happened. "We don't have to tell people if you don't wanna, it can stay between us." 

"In that case, remind me to send that woman a damn gift basket." That sly teasing smirk that you loved so much was back on his face, his eyes watching yours closely as he gently slid his hand into yours. His skin was warm, grounding you in the moment as he laced his fingers with yours, running his thumb along yours. "We ain't gotta hide this if ya wanna tell people. I ain't ashamed of ya or what we did. Just - didn't think you'd want everyone knowin' ya were datin' some redneck like me. Besides if Maggie knows, she's told Glenn, whole prison's gonna know by tomorrow. After the farm, we all know how he is with secrets."

"Datin'?" You tried to mask the giddiness in your voice as you spoke but you were sure the spark in your eyes would give you away. You tilted your head slightly, cocking an eyebrow at him as your mask started to crack, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. It felt so cliché and school-girl-like to think but you could feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach when you heard Daryl say those words. He made you feel like a love-sick teenager and you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Uh, I didn't mean - just meant that we - if you don't wanna - sorry that was stupid to say." You watched him worry the inside of his cheek with his teeth before he couldn't take your gaze anymore, dropping his eyes to his lap. His hair fell down hiding his face from you in the dim light but you could see his nerves clearer than ever in the way he fidgeted with his hands. It was sweet really, the way the archer that was unaffected by almost everything melted into a flustered mess in front of you.

"Daryl." You said softly as you caught his cheek in your hand, tilting his face up until he had no choice but to meet your eyes again. You gave him a warm smile, reassuring him that he hadn't scared you off in any way. You could see him immediately start to relax at the contact, his hands finally stilling in his lap. "I like the sound of that, us datin'. Of course I want everyone to know 'bout us, why wouldn't I? I never wanted us to just be some secret that was all 'bout sex."

"Yeah? Good 'cus you ain't ever gettin' rid of me now." There were times when Daryl didn't feel worthy of you. Times when he felt that someone like you deserved better than him but he was done letting that hold him back from being happy. He leaned in and closed the space between you, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. 

You melted into the feeling and let your thumb run over the stubble on his cheek as your lips started to move against his, deepening the kiss. It didn't matter to you that you were still only learning the curve of Daryl's lips, you'd craved this ever since that day. You thought maybe no matter how long you had this in your life you'd crave it. Maybe you would always crave the taste of burnt cigarettes and coffee that was so distinctly Daryl's.

Before you could even stop yourself you were giving in to the impulses growing in your mind, pulling yourself even closer to him as his hand found its way to your hair, tugging at the loose strands to deepen the kiss. You shifted up onto your knees and threw your leg over him so you were straddling his lap, your hands fisting in the front of his shirt. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth when you parted your lips for him. You were starting to lose any rational thought, forgetting that you were still sitting in a very public part of the prison as Daryl's hands slid down your back until they were groping at your ass.

You were snapped back to reality when you heard the sound of rattling metal somewhere just behind you, the sudden fear that there was someone else out here with you seeping into your bones. It was late, but not late enough that you could count on everyone in the prison already being asleep. You could feel more than hear Daryl's laugh rumbling against your skin where he'd buried his face into the crook of your neck when you pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes were darting around, scanning the area for the source of the noise with a panicked expression.

"We're in the furthest corner of the prison, you can hear the fence from 'ere. Just walkers that's all. No need to be worryin' yer pretty little head 'bout it." Daryl reassured you, bringing a hand up to brush away the stray hairs that had fallen into your face. You let out a weak laugh at your own nerves and Daryl placed a light kiss against your lips. "Why don't we head back to the cell? Enjoy some time to ourselves?"

"Daryl please yes. I haven't been able to stop thinkin' 'bout you." Your words came out breathy, sounding more like a plea than you'd intended but judging by the dark look in his eyes Daryl seemed more than satisfied by your answer. It wasn't far back to the cell the two of you had now claimed as your own and you held out your hand to Daryl as you pushed yourself off his lap. He happily accept your hand and you raced back across the courtyard together, not willing to part from each other for a second longer than necessary.

When you finally reached the cell you were barely through the door a second and his hands were on your waist again, pining you against the bars as he met you in a bruising kiss. Your back collided with the cell door in a way you were sure would leave bruises in the morning but right now, you couldn't bring yourself to care. It felt like things were moving faster this time. There were no longer the nerves you both had about making the first move now that you'd solidified your relationship and you were starting to find your confidence. The more experience you gained the more sure you became in pressing things further, moving faster.

Your hands untucked his shirt from his pants, pushing under the fabric to find the muscles of his stomach, clinging to the warm feeling of his skin under your touch. You had no idea what this man was doing to you, you'd never dreamed that you could need someone this badly but you were growing addicted to the high he brought you whenever his hands were on your body. You didn't think you could survive without him.

"I've missed ya." He breathed out, his muscles tensing under your hands as his mouth dropped down to kiss below your jaw. He nipped at the sensitive skin before soothing his tongue over it. Not caring what marks he left now that he knew you wanted to go public. "Missed this. Feelin' ya under my mouth. Havin' my hands on this perfect body." 

You couldn't form an answer, already growing dizzy as your lungs screamed for air while Daryl pulled you into another frantic kiss, his tongue finding yours as his grip on you grew tighter. Nothing seemed to be enough for him, his hands moved up from your waist, gliding along your sides under your shirt bunching up the material to reveal more of your skin as he went. 

His movements stopped and you could see the way his eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with lust until they almost entirely swallowed the blue of his eyes. The tips of his fingers had pressed far enough up your sides to finally catch the soft lace of your bra and the feeling of it seemed to snap something inside him.

He didn't waste a second longer as he reached for the hem of your loose shirt and threw it over your head not giving a damn where it landed as he dropped it to the ground next to you. He took a step back for a moment, his fingers tracing across the swell of your breasts as he took in the sight of what you were wearing. It was a lacy push-up bra in a deep maroon colour with black lacing that ran over the cups. The padding inside made you look easily a cup size bigger and the plunge between your cleavage left very little to the imagination, in fact, you weren't sure how you hadn't already spilt out of the cups. It was certainly a far cry from the flimsy washed-out sports bra you wore the last time Daryl had seen you like this.

"Just when I thought yer tits couldn't get any prettier ya go and wrap 'em up in lace." His voice was low as he spoke, heavy with the strength it was taking to hold himself back from not ripping the bra off you right there and then. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the way they moved with the steady rise and fall of your chest. "Did ya pick that out just for me? Did ya know how wild it would drive me?" 

"It's all for you. Always." You nodded sweetly, looking up at him through your heavy lashes. It was rare that you actually looked for clothes for yourself anymore, usually just taking whatever was available and in a similar size but during your first supply run after your night with Daryl you'd found yourself in a clothing store. There was a lingerie section tucked away in the corner of the store and it had more than inspired a few outfits you knew Daryl would love after your last promise to him. You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd done with the panties he'd stolen from you that day. "I mean after all I did promise you a cuter pair of panties, didn't I? Why not go for a matchin' set?"

"Damn woman, ya really do know how to treat me right doncha? How did I get so lucky?" Daryl dropped his lips to ghost across your chest, letting his tongue drag across the bare skin as his hands made quick work of your jeans. He pushed them down your legs and let you kick them off to the side to reveal the matching panties. 

They sat high on your hips, showing your curves even more than usual and Daryl couldn't deny the effect it was having on him. His fingers danced along the lace on the waistband, just barely dipping past it to feel your warm skin while he mouthed over your breasts through the bra, the feeling still enough to make you arch into the contact. "Get on the bed sweetheart. Spread your legs."

You immediately moved towards the bed, trying to stay as composed as possible as you listened to his every instruction, pushing yourself away from the cell door with unsteady legs. You could feel Daryl's eyes on you the entire time like he was watching every tiny movement, ready to pounce on you at any second as he watched the way your new panties sat highlighting the curve of your ass while you moved. You sat down in the centre of the bed, leaning your weight back on your elbows as you let your head tilt back towards the pillows, the position pushing your breasts out every more in your bra.

You were still new to this, the seduction and teasing part of your relationship but you wanted to learn. You wanted to learn how to rile Daryl up until he couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to look sexy for him. Little did you know it wasn't like you had to try very hard to seduce Daryl, one bat from your eyelashes and he would drop everything and anything for you and fall at your feet.

"Do you have somethin' else in mind that you wanna teach me, Daryl?" You tried to keep your voice steady, holding onto that almost innocent tone in your voice but the way your heart was beating gave you away. It was hammering so hard against your ribs at the thought of what was about to happen that you were sure Daryl could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest from where he was still standing on the opposite side of the cell. Hell, at this rate he could probably hear it with those keen tracking skills of his.

"Oh, I have plenty more to teach ya darlin'." Daryl's voice was gravelly, even more so than usual as he carefully and slowly started to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, making a show out of it as he stalked across the small cell until he was towering over you next to the bed. He waited until he knew you were watching before he let the material fall from his shoulders, throwing it over the desk against the wall.

Even in the dim light, you could see the map of scars littered across his skin. You wanted to reach and touch them, take the time to admire his body even more than you had the first time and in the way he deserved but there was something about the way he was watching you had you frozen in place as you waited for him to make his next move. "But this ain't 'bout what I can teach ya right now. It's 'bout what I'm gonna do to ya. I made you a promise the last time."

Your mind raced as you tried to remember what exactly he had promised you that night, you were so drunk on the feeling of his touch on your skin that after a while his words just became noise. Your lack of memory left you with no idea what was in store for you now and the thought filled you with adrenaline. His hands found your hips as he easily lifted your waist from the bed, moving you until you were propped up against the pillows, your body pinned under his where he had now crawled onto the bed over you.

His lips started at your jaw, slowly leaving wet, open-mouthed down on the side of your throat and across the junction of your neck and shoulder until he met your collarbones. He took his time in leaving a mark there, just above your cleavage where he could be sure the view in that bra was his and his alone. His lips and teeth worked together until there was a purple bruise forming against your skin.

He didn't stop there, continuing his trail down your chest over your bra to your stomach, leaving red marks all across your skin in his wake. He was taking his time to worship every single part of you he could reach with his mouth, kissing across the soft skin of your stomach while his hands caressed up and down your waist. It was only as he dragged his tongue lower down your navel towards the waistband of your panties that you realised what he was doing.

You buried your fingers in his hair, slowly dragging your nails over his scalp as he finally lay completely between your legs, his head placed perfectly between your thighs. He was centimetres away from where you both really wanted him and you could feel every nerve in your body standing on edge with anticipation as his breath fanned out over your skin. 

He took in the sight of the dark wet patch that was already growing on the front of your panties and he could feel his boxers getting tighter at the thought of what he was doing to you. He brought a finger up to lightly run through your folds over the material and you let out a gasp at the movement, the lace doing little to dampen the feeling. The sounds tumbling from your mouth only seemed to surge him on as he leaned in and let his tongue follow the same path his finger had just taken.

"Ya know I was wrong last time. You don't just taste sweet, ya taste like fuckin' heaven." Daryl drawled as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs until they landed on the floor. He didn't waste a second, dipping his head back down again to let his tongue lap across you without any barrier this time. "Wasn't enough, just tastin' ya off my fingers but I'm gonna taste every inch of ya now. Could drown in this pussy."

The wet feeling of Daryl's tongue against your clit was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The pressure was different and yet worlds beyond that of his fingers. You didn't think it could get much better than the orgasm he had given you the first time you'd had sex but hell this might come close. Your eyes snapped shut as your hand tightened in his hair, trying to keep him as close to you as possible as his tongue flatten against you. 

He was keeping good on his word, not an inch of you going ignored as his tongue licked at every part of you, flicking at your clit before he turned his attention to your folds again. He took his time, building you up until a whine broke free from your throat before he ran his tongue back over your clit and closed his lips around it, sucking lightly. You might have spent your days admiring just how skilled his fingers were but his tongue was rivalling that, if not beating it with its precision.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, using the new leverage to pin your hips down against the mattress to keep you from rutting against his face at the feeling. Not that he was complaining really, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him painfully hard every time he thought about the possibility of you using his face like that. Maybe the next time he eat you out he'd let you ride his face and take everything you wanted from him. Each pass of his tongue over your clit made you wetter to the point where you were dripping down his chin and he was chasing every drop, losing himself in your taste.

Your whines and moans of his name were growing louder and louder by the minute as you started to lose control, the scruff on his cheeks burning the insides of your thighs while he held you in place. Everything seemed to be too much and yet not enough all at once as you tried to buck your hips into the feeling despite Daryl's tight grip on you. You could feel yourself rapidly building towards the edge and you couldn't stop yourself, not that you'd want to. The new sensations were too much for your body to hold back from.

"Daryl I'm - I'm so close -" You panted out as your hands desperately tried to find any purchase on his hair, the sheets anything you could reach but you were starting to lose the ability to focus enough to hold onto anything. He kept up his pace on your clit, holding you on that edge while his tongue rolled around your clit in circles. Slowly he started to work you up even more, his lips sucking around your clit again while he slid two fingers inside of you. There was still a slight burn with that first stretch as he pushed his fingers into you but it was easier this time, you'd body already starting to learn to take him.

"C'mon sweetheart, cum for me. Wanna hear ya screamin' my name." Daryl murmured against your skin, barely taking his mouth off you for a second as the sound vibrated through your clit and lit your nerves on fire. That was all it took. His words, the gentle encouragement combined with the feeling of his fingers hooking against your g-spot sent you over the edge, your back arching off the bed. 

He lifted his lips away from your clit and slowed the thrusts of his fingers but never fully withdrew them from you, helping you ride through your orgasm with his name a broken cry on your lips. When your body finally stilled he brought a hand up and brushed your hair from your face where it was stuck to the sweat coating your skin, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You whined out at the taste of yourself in his mouth as his tongue ran across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. "Just as fuckin' pretty when yer cummin' for me as I remember. So damn perfect in every way."

"Mhm, Daryl that was incredible." You hummed as you stretched out against the sheets trying to regain control of your body as you slowly came down from your high. You rolled onto your side and let out a content sigh as you settled against the pillows. Daryl chuckled lightly, watching you get comfortable as he collapsed down onto the bed next to you. He gently dragged his fingers up your back, catching on the clasp of your bra before he finally undid it, throwing it aside to join the rest of your clothes. As sexy as the piece looked you had to admit, you were so much more comfortable without it, letting out a relieved groan.

"Trust me, with how good that pussy tastes it was just as good for me, sweetheart." He whispered against your ear, his breath fanning against the already overheated skin of your neck. He'd settled himself behind you now, his hands on your waist as he pulled your back flush against his chest. In this position, you could feel the hard evidence of just how much he'd enjoyed it.

He was trying his best to give you the time to come down from your orgasm, not wanting to overwork you but his erection was straining against his pants and you could feel him pressed against the back of your thigh. His hands were gentle with you, stroking over your stomach and shoulders as he held you close to him, his arms wrapped tightly around you but every now and then he couldn't hold back anymore, rocking his hips against you. Little did he know you were ready to go again from just the feeling of his erection against you alone.

"Daryl." Your voice was quiet as squirmed in his arms but he could tell by your tone that you were planning something. You let one hand slip behind you, reaching to pull at the waistband of his pants. You couldn't quite pull them down at this angle but it was enough for him to get the hint. You'd had your fun but now you wanted to help him have his too. You were less nervous this time and you wanted him to do whatever he wanted with you instead of just worrying about your ability or if he'd hurt you. "Whatever you're thinkin' 'bout, do it. I want you to get off too."

"Nah. Nah c'mon it's only yer second time, I want it to be 'bout you, not me -" He brought a hand up to caress your cheek but instead you caught at his wrist, pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm.

"Daryl." You shot him a heavy-lidded look over your shoulder that said everything he needed to know. You wanted this. You wanted him and the true side of what he wanted, not just him when he was taking care of you. You weren't above begging when you got this worked up either. "Please. I'm all yours to use."

That was all it took for his resolve to break. Once the words left your mouth his hands were on your shoulders, rolling you onto your stomach in a second. His hips were still pressed against yours, pinning you down while you moaned out into the pillow at the sudden movement. Your body was practically humming with excitement at the idea of what was next. 

He sat up off you and pulled at the button and zipper of his pants, trying desperately to free himself but you could still feel him there, towering over you with his knees on either side of your waist. His fingertips brushed your neck as he pushed your hair off your back and over one shoulder before placing a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair. Just as you melted into the contact he stood up, pushing his pants and underwear down to the ground in movement, leaving you alone on the bed.

"Hands and knees sweetheart." His voice was more demanding than he'd been with you before and the sound of it sent a chill down your spine in the best way possible as you felt his fingers ghosting across your back. You immediately, willing your body to calm the shaking in your hands as you pushed yourself up onto your knees until you were in the position he wanted. "Atta girl." 

You felt the bed dip behind you as he knelt in place between your knees, taking in the sight in front of him. He rested his hands on your hips before tightening his grip, tilting them down more until the curve of your back made your ass stick out even more for him. He let his fingertips run across your curves until his hands finally settled over your ass, groping at the flesh there as he spread you open to him.

"D'know how wild ya drive me? D'know how much I stare at this perfect ass when I'm watchin' ya walkin' 'round all day? 'Specially in those lil' shorts ya love to wear when ya know I'm gonna see ya. What do ya think the others think of it huh?" You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you hung on to every word he was saying, waiting for his next move as you kept your head staring at the pillow in front of you. He leaned down and kissed the centre of your back while one hand slipped down to your entrance and carefully pushed two fingers inside of you. You moaned out at the feeling of him working you open as he slowly thrust his fingers in and out. "Should be easier this time, won't hurt as much now. Ya can take it, I know ya can."

His words were softer than before, encouraging you as he worked over before pulling his fingers from you and dropping his hand to instead wrap around the base of his cock. He used your slick that was coating his fingers to lube his cock as he pumped himself before lightly teasing the head through your folds. You arched back, pushing your hips back against him even more as you tried to get him to hurry up. It didn't take much convincing, his body already worked up with how turned on he was and he pushed forward, sliding into you. You groaned out at the feeling but he was right, the pain faded almost instantly, your body adjusting to him quicker this time with the added help of your earlier orgasm. 

"S'fuckin' good," Daryl mumbled as his hands gripped your waist trying to steady himself from moving too fast, his hips rocking against you. His hips ground against your ass as he rutted against you, giving you a minute before he started to really move. It felt different than last time in this position, the new angle making Daryl hit your g-spot perfectly. Your breath was forced from your lungs as he finally started to move, your gasps melting into broken cries of his name with every rough thrust. "Yer pussy feels so perfect squeezin' 'round my dick like that sweetheart." 

Your mind was already struggling to keep up as you tried to focus on holding yourself up on your hands, each of Daryl's thrusts growing harsher, the force pushing you forward. His thrusts were growing faster with each pass, each movement rougher than the last as he seemed to lose himself in the feeling, letting his body entirely take over. His hands moved from their bruising hold on your waist and snaked up your sides, almost tickling your ribs with featherlight touches before they settled over your breasts, pawing at your chest.

He toyed with your nipples before pinching them between his fingers, the feelings mixing with that of his cock dragging against your walls in the best way possible was becoming too much for you. Your arms became too weak to continue like this, dropping from your hands onto your elbows as you tried to hold on. The drop deepened the arch of your back even more as the movement let Daryl thrust deeper inside you, the feeling making you moan out so loudly you were sure it would hurt your throat in the morning.

"Daryl - fuck I'm - more please -" He brought his fingers to your clit, trying to match his rhyme as he rubbed it in tight circles, making you clench around him. It didn't take much more than that, one last thrust and flick over your clit and you were screaming out his name against the pillow. Your hands grabbed at the sheets as you tried to ride out your orgasm, your body squirming away from Daryl but he tightened his grip on you, not letting up his pace.

"Shit yer gonna make me cum just soundin' like that," Daryl growled out against your ear as you whined out with every thrust, your body starting to become overstimulated. He dropped his grip on your waist which was now the only thing holding you up and let you collapse completely against the bed. He collapsed on top of you, his full weight pressing down on top of you while he pressed his body into your back, continuing to rut against you. He was growing sloppy, his thrusts turning to him grinding against you, unable to maintain the pace he'd originally set as he grew closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck Darlin' - I fuck -"

You reached a hand behind you and buried it in his hair, pulling slightly at the strands as he covered your neck in hot, opened-mouth kisses. His groans were getting more high-pitched now, breaking into moans and curses of your name as his hips snapped against you.

"Come on baby let me feel you cummin' for me." You weren't sure where you found the courage but the words were out of your mouth before you could even process it, surprising even yourself. The encouragement had Daryl's hips stuttering against you while he thrust into you one last time and held himself as close to you as he could as he finally came, panting out against your skin.

It took him a minute to fully recover, his heart racing after one of the best orgasms he'd ever had before he lifted his weight off you. It was almost comforting having Daryl's weight pressed against you but you were willing to admit it was starting to get to the point where he was crushing your smaller frame. He wrapped his arms around your chest protectively and rolled you both onto your side, not pulling just yet as he let himself soften inside you. He felt you shake in his arms as he held you, worry that he'd hurt you taking over before he realised it was laughter.

"What's so funny huh?" He asked looking down at you a questioning smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your flushed nose. You were beautiful to him like this, all worn out and yet still glowing.

"I just still can't believe you're mine, and officially mine now too." You chuckled reaching a hand up to brush your fingertips across his cheek as you watched him with a loving expression.

"I've always been yours Y/N." He whispered, leaning in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. It was the truth. Ever since Daryl first laid eyes on you, there was no doubt that you owned his heart.

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