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curseddollfaye · 4 months

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toxic baby daddy! toji x reader headcanon

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- you meet him through a friend of a friend. Your bestfriend Moonie insisting that you need to find someone! Although you had no issue in the looks department by any means. Men that tended to try and get your attention were just..meh. You knew what you wanted in a man and none of them could provide you with that.

- well, until you met him of course. you remember clear as day. Sitting in a very expensive restaurant where you were told to meet him at. Glancing around you expected a middle aged man to be your date. Probably expecting you to open your legs just because of where he planned to dine you. hah…

- and then he walked in , tall. 6’1 to be more precise. green eyes bore into yours as soon as he walked in. a scar decorated the corner of his right lip. and god was he muscular…so muscular. your legs might have squeezed shut instinctively

- if there was video recording of your face the entire night you might as well have the ground open up and swallow you hole. hearts practically taking your pupils face. you learned so much in such little time. his grin was surreal, the way the veins in his hands popped out whenever he grabbed hold of his steak knife to cut into his food.

- “So tell me a little bit about yourself sweetheart, I love hearing a pretty woman talk”

- safe to say you were a goner pretty quickly.

- and the feelings were mutual between you and him. you had him with your heel in his chest from the get go.

- long story short, you ended up dating not too long after. you learned about his ex wife who tragically passed away. you learned that he had a son named Megumi who was just shy of 3 when you met him, you learned Toji was a very wealthy business owner. Casinos and Clubs all across the country.

- He was older than you, but that didn’t bother you one bit.

- you ended up getting pregnant after two years of dating.

- splitting up wasn’t on your bucket list. But a few months after your daughter turned 3 months you had found some pictures hidden in Tojis wallet as you were grabbing his card to pay for family’s take-out dinner. His ex girlfriends face decorating each and every one of them, and her tits staring right back at you.

- a huge argument ensued. “Tch…come on baby. ‘Yer overreacting over something that doesn’t need it…” as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. your tear stained face was something he will never forget. Your beautiful smile replaced by something close to betrayal. To be honest Toji didn’t know how he would have reacted if the situation was flipped. He knew he fucked up. He just didn’t really know how to say sorry.

- he did feel bad. All they were, were just some silly Polaroids he meant to throw away after finding them in some old box in the garage.

- sure she was naked but it’s not like they turned him on. gross. only you did that to him.

- all night he tried, to no avail.

- “So you’re just not gonna eat because ‘yer mad at me? Don’t be ridiculous doll face” He scoffed a laugh and shook his head.

- “Hmm, fine then. I guess Rin and I will just eat alllll those stupid little candy snacks you like so much”

- “Ya think these cookies are expired? Wouldn’t want your man to die now do ya baby?”

- “go to hell Toji” you had slammed the door right in his face. you didn’t know what had hurt more. the intimacy of them or the way you had pushed out a 7 lb baby out of your vagina 3 months prior and were a wreck emotionally. your body and mind adjusting to having a tiny baby to look after. as well as a energetic 5 year old.

- he lets you go. because he doesn’t want you to be unhappy. even if it eats him up when you tell people you’re single.

- Or when you post your little thirst traps on Instagram (they’re just pictures or videos you post of yourself but Toji begs to fucking differ; you’re beautiful. they’re all thirst traps to him. he knows how men think)

- really you should have known better given his reputation of being a little bit of a player. but your heart outweighed the negative. oh well.

- you live and you learn…right?

- wrong.

- because even 2 years later you still let him fuck you. I mean who wouldn’t? He laid it down on you and you needed your fix even as a single mother. Who better to get it from than your asshole baby daddy?

- he doesn’t fuck anyone but you, states “ best pussy I’ve ever had. Why would I need someone else? Tch…silly girl”

- “fuck yeah…take me baby…heh…You like that? Hmm? Look at yourself in the fucking mirror and tell daddy how much you love his cock stretching out this tiny pussy sweetheart” fuck him and his big add hands holding your hips as he plows you from behind. unforgiving pace as he reminds you who you’re always going to belong to.

- still provides for you although you’re not together. Not only because he’s still batshit crazy about you and in love with you. You’re the mother of his child. Kids if we’re being real. Megumi loves you to death and you love him. He would never take that away from the both of you, which is why every month without fail an additional 300k is wired directly to your bank account. which is just spending money for you because he takes care of everything anyways… ‘the least he could do’ you have to mumble to yourself when the guilt eats you up of the outrageous amount of money he spends on you.

- Not that he would miss it anyways.

- generous and gorgeous

- is a DILF personified.

- watching him pick up your tiny daughter and press smooches all over her chubby cheeks when he comes to pick her up sends you into a spiral

- thoughts of giving him another one enter your mind for a sec…

- before you damn near concussed yourself from how hard you slapped your cheek to get rid of them.

- stays the night at your house often (when he feels like it) “You don’t want the kids to miss their daddy do you?” He throws you a stupid lazy grin.

- Which leads to nasty dirty fucking whenever the kids are tucked in their respected rooms and asleep.

- the next morning you find yourself in a situation when you’re date knocks on your door arriving just as planned to take you out for breakfast.

- A bouquet of flowers in your dates hands a smile graces his lips.

- When the door swung open and he was greeted with a bare chested irritated Toji. It quickly disappeared. Sweats hung low on his hips and his hair messy from last night’s activities. He fucked you so good you forgot how to walk.

- Toji blinked at the man standing in front of him. Of course Toji always made himself at home in your house. Not because he paid for it, but because if anything in his eyes you were still his. “You got lost on the way to jackass city or something? You know what time it is?” Toji grimaced in annoyance. Yawning lazily and scratching his bare chest. A lighter and a pack of cigarettess held in one hand.

- “Um..” your date watches as Toji smacks the red pack against his palm before taking one out and placing it in between his lips. Hands flickering the lighter as he heats up the end of his cigarette and take a drag. Toji’s green eyes locking into his.

- He figured out what the fuck was going on and he didn’t like it one bit. “You walk up these steps, ringing and knocking on the damn door while my kids and my woman are tryna sleep…” Toji blows the smoke in the poor guys face and flicks the ashes into the floor. A grin permanently on his face before he continues. Muscles flexing as his jaw clenches.

- “You must’ve lost ‘yer damn mind kid”

- Putting out the cigarette on an ashtray outside that’s sole purpose was just for Toji’s use. The door closes in your ex- dates face.

- Safe to say you don’t even remember you had a date and didn’t need a reminder when your date blocks you off his phone and deletes your number.

- toxic baby daddy! Toji who curses at himself and keeps himself up at night when he thinks about how badly he fucked it up with you. because throughout everything he still loves the hell out of you. you’re perfect in his eyes.

- and he’s determined to get you back.

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thetriumphantpanda · 8 months

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Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (Saturday)

Summary | Back together as a family, but with a secret confession burning in your pocket. How is Tommy going to take the fact that you love his brother more than you probably should?

Word Count | 4.8K

Chapter Warnings | Our family back together. Mentions of consumption of alcohol & food. Explicit sex. Unprotecting PiV, breeding kink, (double)creampie (I said what I said👀), cum play, a sprinkling of anal/ass play, threesome dynamics (MMF), dirty talk, Tommy back to being our favourite cuck in the room kinda, Joel back to being our favourite breeding stud.

Authors Note | I.... actually think I hate this lmao. It's the first time I've felt meh about a chapter of this story, but the longer I look at it, the more I know I'll hate it, so I'm sharing it anyway. It's refreshing to have our trio back together though, they're as filthy as ever so I hope you all enjoy it! Two more chapters to go until we wrap up with these three and I am so emotional. If you enjoy this, please consider commenting, reblogging or coming into my ask box to scream with me. And, as always, If you want to support me, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.

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Joel wakes the next morning to you wriggling about in his arms. He cracks an eye open just enough to see you clambering to straddle his lap, palms resting on his biceps to steady yourself as you lower your pussy onto him, already hard, to drag him through your folds, already soaked for him, or maybe still soaked from him from last night.

“Mornin’ trouble,” He speaks, voice still heavy with sleep, “What are you up to?”

His hands shift to your hips so you don’t stop those slow glides of your silken folds across him, watching as you shift your face from watching between you, to his own face. You bite at your bottom lip, bashful like a child who has been caught doing something they shouldn’t be.

“We could have fucked all day yesterday,” You drawl out, gasping as the head of his cock brushes against your clit, “I’m just trying to make up for lost time before we have a houseful of people.”

He drags your hips back and forth over him, watching as you toss your head back and gasp with every pass of him over your clit. He’s trying not to think about the fact that in a few short hours, you’re not going to be his anymore, you’ll go back to being his brother’s, a façade kept up for the sake of the rest of your family. He pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind, sitting up so he can wrap his arms around your back and kiss you.

“You gonna ride me, pretty girl?” He murmurs against your lips, “Gonna sit on my cock and make yourself feel good?”

You pull back, look right into his eyes, hips still grinding against his, “Fuck yeah,” You breathe, “Can I?”

“Such a good girl,” He growls into the skin of your neck, “Askin’ all pretty and polite like that,” He settles himself back on the bed, head on the pillows, “Go on, pretty girl, take whatever you need from me.”

You use your hands that are back on his chest to push yourself up a little, reaching one hand down between you to grip the base of his cock, lining it up to your soaked core, before you sink down onto him in one go, burying him inside you to the hilt. He groans, and you cry out, feeling that twinge of pain along with the pleasure that has been so prevalent over those past few days.

You lift yourself up, almost all the way off him, sinking back down, finding your rhythm, which Joel quickly adheres to, thrusting himself up into you on your downward strokes so his cock is brushing against your cervix almost every time. His hands favour your tits this morning, cupping the weight of them in his palms as his fingers roll your nipples into peaks, squeezing perfectly every once in a while, to add to the mix of pleasure you get from him spearing his cock into you.

You lean back, motions moving to more of a grind on his cock as you cup his balls in your hand, rolling them gently in your hand, as Joel’s own fingers slip down your body and find your swollen clit, thumb rubbing circles across it as you continue to grind on him.

“You gonna come on my cock, pretty girl?” He asks, as if he doesn’t already know the answer.

Heat is licking at the base of your spine, threatening to topple you over at any moment, and you can tell from the way his hips are stuttering up into you, that Joel is close as well. You’ve had each other too many times this week for this to last very long.

“Fuck- keep going,” You groan, feeling that tight knot threatening to come undone in your tummy, “I’m – holy shit – I’m gonna come.”

“Go on, pretty girl,” Joel coaxes, thumb staying exactly where it is, doing exactly what it needs to do, “Come for me.”

And you do. Pussy clenching around his cock as you fall forward. Joel’s arms wrapped around you, keeping you pressed to his chest as he takes control, thrusting up into you as you moan into the skin of his neck. He chases your high with his own, spilling into you just seconds after your own climax hits, his fingers digging into the skin of your back as he holds you tightly to his body.

As you both lie there, catching your breath, he wants to say something. Wants to push the hair from your face, kiss the tip of your nose and tell you that he wishes this didn’t have to end. Wishes that he didn’t have to wait a month to find out if he was successful in giving you another baby. Joel selfishly wishes he hasn’t, just so he doesn’t have to go back to waiting for that one night a year. He remembers though, his words from last night, that he’s trusting you to fix this, to come up with some solution that means he can have you differently going forward, so he keeps his mouth shut, only opening it once he’s pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

Breakfast is a cobbled together affair of fruit and coffee considering most of the groceries you’d bought together have been eaten. You sent Tommy a list of things for him to pick up on his way to you. He’d set off yesterday, stopping halfway to spend the night somewhere, not convinced that Joshua would cope with doing the whole journey at once, and it shouldn’t be long until they’re here, Sarah too.

“Excited, baby?” Joel asks, pressing you against the counter to dip and kiss you once you’ve both finished the washing up.

“I am going to give my baby the biggest squeeze known to man,” You smile against his mouth, “As much as he exhausts me sometimes, I’ve missed him.”

“We talking about Joshua or Tommy?” Joel teases, hands wrapping around you to grip the globes of your ass through your jeans.

You laugh, feeling light again. This man is the Joel you know, the Joel you love. The man who loves his brother just as much as you do, probably even more, and who takes his duties as Uncle incredibly seriously. You peer over his shoulder, looking at the clock on the wall, there’s enough time for a quickie, is what you think. You start trailing your hand down his chest, resting it on the front of his jeans, palming him through the material. You’re about to start dragging down the zipper when the front door opens.

“Dad?!”

Joel pulls back from you like you’re on fire, putting enough distance between you so as to not look suspicious as he calls out to Sarah.

“In here, kiddo!”

He gives you a look that tells you he’s sorry, that he wants nothing more than to have that one final moment with you on your own. You shake your head, heat flushing across your face at almost being caught, motioning for him to go to his daughter. Sarah finds the kitchen first, embracing her dad as he kisses the crown of her head.

“Hello brainbox,” You greet her when Joel lets her go, pulling her into a hug of your own, “You look good!” You say when you finally let her go, keeping her at an arm’s length to really look at her.

“Thanks,” She smiles, looking around for a second, “Where’s Uncle Tommy?”

You look at Joel over her head, because right. The story he concocted for her meant that he’s been here all week with Joshua and the two of them are nowhere to be seen, and neither is his truck.

“Uhhhhh…” You glare at Joel’s response, quickly trying to come up with something in your mind.

“He’s out grocery shopping,” You say quickly, Joel nodding in acceptance, “Ran out of stuff this morning so he’s taken Joshua into town to stock up.”

She nods, accepting your answer, moving back to give her dad another hug, “Which room is mine?” She asks, “I’ll go and drop my bag.”

“First door on the left.” Joel speaks, pointing down the hallway across from the kitchen.

“Alright, I might get changed too,” Sarah nods her head outside, “It’s a nice day, maybe we can take Joshua swimming?”

“Of course,” You smile, “Take your time, bug, there’s no rush.”

Once she’s started off down the hall, you fish your phone from your back pocket, punching in a text to Tommy, as Joel shifts back closer to you, not being able to bear being away from you too long.

Sarah arrived. Covered for your absence. Message me when you’re on your way from town and I’ll meet you outside.

You lean up into Joel’s face, letting him kiss you as you put your phone on the side. You push up into his mouth, opening your lips against him to taste his tongue when your phone vibrates on the side.

Just leaving town now sugar, great timing. See you soon.

You put a hand on Joel’s chest, leaning up to give him one last peck on the lips, “Tommy’s almost here,” You say against his mouth, okay, now this is the last kiss as you press them back to his, “I’ll wait outside for them.” He smiles but his eyes are sad. You’ve spent long enough staring into them to know that look. You press one final kiss to his mouth now, “Remember I love you,” You insist, “And I’m gonna make this right.”

“I believe you,” He relents, squeezing your hand as you move around him to head to the front door, “And I love you too.”

“Mama!”

“Oh, my baby boy!” You exclaim, pulling Joshua out of his car seat and into your arms, holding him tight to your chest as his small arms try and wrap around your neck, “I missed you so much baby.”

As much as this trip had given you the opportunity to be a woman again, not just a mother, the way your son fits into your arms, the way he smells when you take a breath of his hair into your lungs and the way he nuzzles into your face make motherhood all worth it. You have never loved something as much as this boy in your arms. Not your husband, and not his brother, and that’s something you never thought would be true. Something you’d never thought you’d ever understand.

Tommy is rounding the front of the truck, slipping his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as you lean your face up, kissing him, “Missed you too, handsome,” You smile, pulling your attention back to Joshua, giving his cheek a kiss, “Have you and daddy had fun this week?”

“Yeah!” Joshua exclaims, wriggling about in your arms, he’s almost too big for you to hold like this anymore, “We played lots!”

“That sounds like fun,” You smile, turning back to Tommy, “We told Sarah you’d gone to town for supplies, so that,” You motion to his and Joshua’s overnight bags, “Will have to stay hidden until we can sneak them in.”

Joshua wriggles a bit more in your arms, “Uncle Joel!”

You turn slightly towards the lodge, where Joel is coming down the steps. He reaches out and claps his brother on the back in their usual greeting, before he reaches over and pinches Joshua’s cheek gently between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Hey bud,” He greets, “You’re getting so big!”

Joshua unwraps his arms from your neck and reaches out to Joel, flexing his fingers in the way he does when he wants something. Joel laughs, “Let me help your dad get everythin’ outta the car bud,” He smiles, “Then we’ll have a cuddle, okay?”

You smile at Tommy as Joel rounds to the back of the truck, opening the back door to reach in and grab some of the grocery bags, “Help your brother,” You smile at Tommy, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “I’ll take this little monster inside.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tommy speaks, a little two-finger salute added for effect.

It’s been a wonderful day. The sun has started to dip behind the trees, a cool breeze opening up a little. Sarah and Joel are still playing in the water with Joshua, their laughs mixed with his as they splash each other in the water. You’re sat on a towel by the shore, head leant against Tommy’s damp shoulder, his hand resting on your knee.

You’ve been in and out of the water all day, floating around with Sarah and Joshua, watching as Sarah plays with him on her own, sitting off to the side as Joel and Tommy sip beers and catch up. You smile the whole day, laugh for most of it too, but there’s always that fear that threatens to spill over when you think about what you have to do.

There are nerves bubbling in your tummy. You have to tell him. You have to speak to him. Looking out at the water, to where Joshua is perched on Joel’s shoulders and Sarah is splashing water at her dad, you know you have to tell him, but you’re still not quite sure how he’s going to react. You’ve run through this conversation so many times in your head over the last twenty-four hours, switching your opening sentence, developing your defence, but none of that comes out now, what comes out surprises even you.

“I love him.” Easiest to tear the band-aid straight off, you think.

Tommy barks a laugh next to you which surprises you. You lift your head off his shoulder and look at him, he’s smiling, “I know you do.”

“But I love you too.” You quickly add.

“I know that too,” He’s looking back at you now, clearly understanding the confusion on your face, “Why do you think I had no problem lettin’ you come here with him, huh?” He asks, squeezing the hand he’s got resting on your knee, “Or the way I’ve never complained about letting you go with him for his birthday?”

“Are you not mad?” You ask, biting at your bottom lip.

“No sugar, I’m not mad,” He leans down, kissing your cheek, “I love that man more than you will ever understand, he’s always had my back, always bailed me outta the shitty situations I’ve got myself into, never once thought about himself since that little girl was born,” He nods his head towards Sarah, “You make each other so happy, I ain’t ever seen Joel so happy since he started helpin’ us out, and I want nothing more than to keep makin’ him happy.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” You insist, your own hand resting on his thigh.

“I know you don’t, I don’t want you to leave either,” You can feel your eyes start to well with tears, “I’ve been sharin’ you for years baby, and I ain’t gonna stop because you two have finally admitted you love each other.”

“Finally?” You ask, using your free hand to wipe at your eyes, “What do you mean?”

“Baby, I’ve been watchin’ you fuck him for months, I know I’m slow sometimes, but I’d have to be fuckin’ blind not to see what you mean to each other.”

You maneuver yourself so you’re practically sat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you cry into his shoulder a little. You wonder in this moment what it was that you did to deserve him, to deserve them both. Two men who love you unconditionally, who just want you to be the happiest you can be, and two brothers who just want to see the other happy too.

You pull back, clutching Tommy’s face in your hands, “So you don’t mind if I want to see him more often?” You ask timidly.

“Not at all, sugar,” He leans forward, kissing your lips, "That man has never once thought about himself, put himself first, not since Sarah came along, and it's about time he did something for himself, we've just gotta help him right?" He asks, to which you nod in response, “We’re lucky men to have you.”

“And I’m a lucky girl to have you both.”

Things had seemed so normal over dinner. Tommy had grilled an insane amount of meat that’d you’d all devoured. You’d drank beers together, Joshua had sat on Joel’s lap for most of the night, favouring his uncle over anyone else. It felt like it always did when you were all together as a family, Sarah feeding small bits of food to Joshua, Tommy’s hand on your knee under the table as you all talk about different things – how Sarah is getting on at college, how this time next year Joshua will have started school. You know they’re different now though, although Joel doesn’t. You wonder if he’d seen you speaking with Tommy earlier, if he did then he must know that things are okay, right? That there wasn’t an argument so it must be okay. You want to tell him, want to take his face in your hands and kiss him at the table so he knows everything is okay.

You’re propped up against the pillows of your bed now – those so familiar to you now after this week. Reading the book you’d been trying so hard to focus on this whole week and still finding you can’t quite concentrate on it. Tommy had put Joshua to bed a few hours ago, Sarah had gone to bed at the same time as you, leaving the brothers on their own to clean up and catch up. You wonder now what they might be talking about.

It's not long before you find out exactly what they’ve been talking about. There’s a soft knock at the door before it opens, revealing Tommy, who steps into the dimly lit room, closely followed by Joel, who closes the door behind him gently.

“Hello.” You greet, looking up from your book.

“Joel’s been tellin’ me what a good girl you’ve been for him all week,” Tommy speaks, “He’s given you a glowing report, sugar.”

Oh. So that’s what they’ve been talking about. You wonder if Tommy told him? Wonder whether he’s given his brother the permission he needed to have you like he wants. You close your book and set it on the nightstand, turning back to them.

“We’ve been trying really hard baby,” You speak, voice sweet, “Haven’t we Joel?” You look into that familiar face, “I’ve been so full all week trying real hard for this baby.”

Tommy walks slowly to your side of the bed, gripping your chin to tilt your face up to look at him whilst Joel watches on.

“You gonna show me what you’ve been gettin’ up to?” He asks softly, “Gonna let me fuck you?”

Tommy pulls back the duvet, letting his fingers gently trace down between the valley of your breasts, covered by your nightdress. He trails further down to the hem, letting his hand sneak under the material. You spread your legs for him slightly, keeping your eyes on his as his fingers slip between your folds finding you already wet for them both.

“Looks like the answer is yes,” He chuckles, dipping down to kiss you as he drags his slick fingers up to your clit to circle gently, “How about you give Joel your pretty mouth, baby?” He asks, “I’ve missed this pussy, I gotta be inside you.”

He takes his hand away from you, letting you shift so you’re on your hands and knees, nightdress pushed up to the small of your back, so you’re spread and on display for Tommy. You reach out a hand and motion with a finger for Joel to come to you, which he does, hands already moving to unzip his jeans. Joel lets them pool on the floor before he gets onto the bed in front of you, fist around the base of his already hard cock, guiding it to your mouth at the exact same time as Tommy nudges himself inside you, sliding in slowly until you’re full of him, Joel doing the exact same to your mouth, letting his cock slip across the length of your tongue until he hits the back of your throat.

He feels absolutely delicious inside of you, like he always has done for all these years, angling just perfectly inside you to brush against that spot that's been so stimulated this past week. Your moans are muffled, vibrating around Joel's cock as you take him down into your throat, saliva pooling around the edges of your mouth.

This, you think, is what you were made for. To have two men, two of the most beautiful men in the world, taking their pleasure from you, but giving you twice that in return.

Joel's hand grips your chin as he starts shallow thrusts into your mouth, you look up at him, your own eyes rimmed with tears, his blown out and dark from lust as he fucks your mouth, groaning in pleasure when you do.

"You're a lucky girl, ain't ya sugar?" Tommy husks from behind you, his skin slapping against yours, "Two men here to adore ya," He leans over and kisses at the skin covering your spine, "Always were meant to be the centre of attention."

Joel lets his cock slip from your mouth, looking down at you with one eyebrow cock, his hand around your jaw to get you to look at him, “He’s right, ain’t he, pretty girl?” He asks, running a thumb over you spit soaked bottom lip, “Love bein’ the centre of attention, don’t ya?” You nod, totally overwhelmed by the feeling of Tommy’s pace behind you, but Joel taps your cheek, “Words, pretty girl,” He chastises, “Use your big girl words.”

Tommy’s hands grip your hips, pulling you back onto him as he thrusts into you, making you cry out, “Yes!” You gasp, realising you have to try and keep quiet, Sarah’s only just down the hall.

“Yes what?”

“I love it,” You whimper, looking up at him, “Love being the centre of attention.”

“Course ya do,” Tommy quips from behind you, “We love you bein’ the centre of attention too.”

Joel uses his fist to guide his cock back into the warmth of your mouth, resuming his short thrusts into your mouth as Tommy pounds into you from behind. The sounds in the room are obscene – there’s the sound of Tommy’s skin hitting your own, the sound of you almost gagging on Joel’s cock, and the mixture of grunts and groans that are pulled from their mouths as they use your body to make themselves feel good. You almost wish you could see yourself right now, speared at both ends of your body by these two men.

Joel trails his fingers as far down your arm as he can, and you think he’s asking for you to put your hand on his balls as you take him in your mouth, so you do, but he’s swatting it away, gripping your wrist as you look up at him again, tears falling down your face.

“Put it on your pussy,” He instructs, “Make yourself come for us.”

You snake your hand down, fingers circling your clit, slick as always. You start working in fast movements just as you feel Tommy’s thumb start to tease the tight ring of muscle of your ass. You whimper again around Joel’s cock as his hands gather your hair, using it to drag your mouth up and down him.

“You want it, sugar?” Tommy asks, pulling his thumb away before you hear him spit, the warmth spreading down your ass as his thumb works the wet into your skin there.

Joel, once again, pulls his cock from the wet heat of your mouth, motioning for you to talk, “Go on, pretty girl,” He coaxes, “Tell him you want it, we know you love it.”

“Please,” You breathe out a beg, pushing back lightly into his finger, “Please, Tommy.”

“Always sound so fucking pretty when you beg for it baby,” He chuckles behind you, “I’ll give it to ya, don’t worry.”

When his thumb pushes inside of you, as the same time as Joel feeds you his cock once more, it’s almost immediate, the way your orgasm slams into you. Stuffed full in every possible way, as Tommy’s thumb presses gently into your ass, as Joel’s cock hits the back of your throat over and over again and the way Tommy is pounding into that delicious spot inside you as always. The knot of pleasure snaps, Joel’s cock muffling your cries as your pussy clenches around Tommy, walls fluttering as you work your clit through the aftershocks, body convulsing almost violently.

“God damn it sugar,” Tommy groans behind you, “Gonna – fuck – m’gonna come baby, where?”

“Inside,” You moan, pulling off Joel’s cock, “Please, inside me baby.”

He gives you exactly what you want just seconds later, stilling behind you, with his cock buried as deep as he’ll go. He lets out that sound that you love, a high-pitched whine that’s similar to some of the sounds he and his brother draw from you as you feel him fill you up. He’s not giving you much time to recover, groaning lightly as he pulls out, stopping briefly to watch as his cum drips from your spent pussy.

You roll onto your back, fingers drifting down and inside of you, slowly pumping in and out as Joel comes into view. He stands at the side of your bed, pulls at your legs so the backs of your thighs are pressed against his chest, ankles by his face. He pulls your hand away from your pussy, pushing your fingers into your mouth as you clean Tommy’s cum off them.

“Go on brother,” Tommy encourages, settling himself on the bed behind you, “You’ve still got a job to do.”

“Ain’t no way she’s not full of my baby,” Joel growls as he sinks his cock into your pussy, your slick and the cum his brother’s just filled you with making it so easy for him to slide in all the way, “Is there, pretty girl?”

His hands are splayed over your stomach now as he pounds his cock into you, the squelch of your pussy filling the room, “Filled me up so good, Joel,” You moan, hands palming at your tits as your head turns to look at Tommy, “Been full of him all week baby.” You say in his direction.

The attention you’ve been giving Joel with your mouth means he’s already on the edge, “Sucked me so good, pretty girl,” He mumbles, “Gonna come for you.”

You’re gripping the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer to you as he ruts himself as hard and fast into you as he can manage, “Please Joel,” You sob, feeling the head of his cock bruising at your cervix, “Give it to me, please.”

“Quit your crying,” He spits, “You know I’m gonna give it to you.”

And like clockwork he does. He groans out, low and loud as always, as you feel the hot spurts of his cum filling you up, mixing with what Tommy gave you just minutes ago. He slips out of you, watching as his cum mixed with his brother’s drips from your used cunt. He runs his fingers down the folds of your pussy, scooping up what’s left you, pushing it back in, because he’s got to be sure, got to be sure that he’s given you every drop of himself.

You expect the aftermath to be a little strange as you pull the hem of your nightdress back down. Tommy’s already half asleep on the bed, clothes haphazardly thrown back on as he shuffles himself under the sheets. You follow suit, watching as Joel puts him underwear back on.

Tommy has already wrapped an arm around your waist, dragging you to his body, light breath fanning against the skin of your neck. You’re watching Joel as he straightens up.

“Hey,” You speak softly, grabbing his attention, you reach out a hand which he takes, “Stay.” You say simply, tapping the empty side of the bed, the side of the bed that had been his all week.

He smiles, squeezing your hand, and you think he might refuse, opting to take the final bedroom, but he doesn’t. He climbs onto the bed, far enough away that your bodies don’t touch, respecting the claim Tommy has staked by holding your body close to his, but keeps his hand in yours, as physical reminder that he’s here and he’s not going anywhere. He leans forward, soft kiss pressed to your lips, before his other hand pushes your hair back from your face.

“Sleep, pretty girl,” He insists softly, “Tomorrow is a new day.”

And sleep you do – one Miller brother strong against your back, arm draped over your waist, other Miller brother led facing you, chocolate brown eyes watching you as you drift off to sleep, your hand clutched in his to anchor you to him just as much as you’re anchored to his brother. As your eyes close and you drift off, you realise you’re exactly where you want to be, held by both the men you love, and that’s absolutely enough for you right now.

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maxybabyy · 4 months

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Daniel watches on as Max dodges him for the third time today, shimmies away from Daniel’s hands as he hurries to catch up with GP.

Daniel knows Max likes GP better than most people, knows they’ve been together longer than he and Max have. Max will bring it up sometimes when Daniel’s being needy and won’t stop touching him. He will go, “He is of course my race engineer, Daniel. Always I will have to see him more when it is a race weekend, no?”

Daniel will whine, call them work husbands with no love left for their real spouses. The words will taste sour even to his own tongue, but in the moment it will feel better. Max will say as he did once, “If you do not like this, GP being my husband. You can of course change this also, Daniel.”

So Daniel doesn’t call them that anymore, has taken to kiss him silly instead to keep him put.

But Max’s already been in two meetings with GP, and Daniel has barely seen him today, didn’t even get a morning kiss in before they had to leave for the paddock.

GP is picked off by one of the engineers, young and sweet as he works up the nerve to interrupt Max’s latest rant, hands vivid in the air. Daniel is quick to swoop in, bullies Max into a small alcove with his knee pressed against Max’s thigh to keep him in place.

“Daniel? What is this?” He says, wiggles in his hold. “I of course do not have time for this. Rupert wants me to look over the food that he will order, and I have to –“

“You’re a busy boy, Maxy. I know, just,” Daniel says, digs his knee harder into Max when he still hasn’t stopped moving. “Why are you being weird? I’ve barely seen you today, baby, and now you’re trying to do a fucking runner on me.”

“I am not weird,” Max says, crosses his arms over his chest.

Daniel smiles, sweet and soft to keep his lips from twisting. “Annoyed then? Frustrated? Did I do something to piss you off, babe?”

Max keeps looking at him, steady blues as he doesn’t blink. But his chest starts to move, deep, fast breaths that make his tits strain against the polo he always wears. The wind is chilly too, makes the nips peak out. “I am of course not this, annoyed, frustrated,” he says, voice curt.

“But I did do something,” Daniel guesses. “Baby, whatever I did to make you mad, please just tell me and I will –“

He leans in to touch Max’s waist, face close enough to kiss if Max just gave up the last few inches. But instead of leaning in like he always does, Max twists away from him with a glare, “Always I will see you later, Daniel. You can think maybe about how to not be a stupid idiot then.”

Daniel doesn’t know what to say, watches him walk away with his back against the wall.

“’A stupid idiot’? That’s what he called you?” George asks, digs his fork into the leafy greens Daniel had been too weak to order. “And you’re sure you haven’t done anything bad? Did you forget an anniversary perhaps? The cats’ birthdays?”

Daniel shakes his head. Max doesn’t care about shit like that. Sassy had her birthday back in April, and Jimmy will have his turn after the summer break. Siblings, but not twins. “They of course deserve their own birthdays, Daniel,” Max had said, coaxing a small hat onto the head of a patient Jimmy.

“He was fine last night, had a nice dinner. The hotel room is meh, but that’s not my fault, yeah?” Max had been tossing and turning all night, sweaty where he was pressed Daniel’s chest. But he’s dealt with a tired Max before, and this wasn’t it.

George watches him for a moment, eyes sharp as he stabs his fork through a tomato. “Reckon it’s that thing women do sometimes?” He asks, voice unnaturally casual like he knows it’s a shit thing to say.

“What, George?” Daniel says and abandons his spoonful of chickpea curry. The coriander tastes odd on his tongue, and he wonders if maybe they put nuts in it anyway. “What is it that women and Max do sometimes?”

“I don’t – you know that wasn’t.” Geroge breathes out, in, and then out again. “Carmen obviously doesn’t do this, mind you. And I don’t think Max would either, but there are like, these stories on the internet of women getting mad at their boyfriends because they dreamt about them cheating on them.

“Obviously, Max wouldn’t do it either, but.” George shrugs uncomfortably, the corner of his mouth pulled to the side.

And like, but indeed.

Max barely looks at him during dinner, talks about the press conference like Daniel wasn’t there next to him, and doesn’t answer when he asks about going out for drinks tomorrow.

He’s about to storm back into the bedroom, when Daniel says, “Reckon we should talk about this? Or do you want to keep being mad about something I did in your dream?”

The way Max’s head whips back to look at him is confirmation enough, but the deep, scarlet tint to his cheeks makes it all the more obvious.

“Maxy, why didn’t you tell me you had a bad dream? We could have talked about it together, yeah?” He says. He closes the distance between them cautiously, hovers awkwardly at the edge of Max’s personal space until Max nudges their feet together.

“You were of course a very stupid idiot in my dream, so I thought it would be good maybe to have you think about why it is so bad to do,” Max says, and he sounds so sincere it makes his chest feel tight.

“I reckon that’s fair. It did feel like shit though, thinking you were really mad at me, baby,” Daniel tells him. Max opens his arms, and Daniel is quick to fold himself into them, bury his head in the crook of his neck. The scent of their shared cologne is faint under the day’s sweat. “But you have to know I would never do that to you, yeah?”

Max nods against his shoulder, kisses the crown of his head. “I of course know this, Daniel. It would be very stupid to do this, and you would end up dead also,” Max says. He cups Daniel’s cheek, strokes his thumb along the edge of his jaw, and Daniel knows he’s going to get kissed, soft lips against his, but he cannot –

“Like, yeah. Obviously, I would never cheat on you, Maxy,” he says, covers Max’s hand with his own. To keep him in place, to stop him from moving closer, he doesn’t know. “But, killing me because of it is a bit much, don’t you think?”

Max watches him with a frown, head tilted to the side. “Cheat on me? Why would you do this? Daniel, is this what you dream of? We should talk maybe about this more also.”

Daniel digs his fingers into the dip of his waist, wills Max not to step away, “Hey, it’s your fucking dream, babe. I just think we maybe disagree on whether it deserves the death penalty, but it’s all hypothetical, no?”

Max scoffs, “This is a very stupid dream you have, Daniel. In my dream you were stupid also, so there is maybe something to think about.”

“If it wasn’t – Maxy, love of my life, whom I will never cheat on, ever,” Daniel says, kisses him softly. “Why were you mad at me in your dream?”

Max’s eyes sharpen, and the hand on his cheek drops to hold his shoulder, “Because never would you listen to me, Daniel. We were in the apocalypse, and always you were going to get yourself killed! You did not want to stay with the very nice, very big dog that I told to protect you, and you did not want to eat the food I made for us.

“Always, you wanted stupid Scotty to stay with us, when you knew, you knew of course that he was bitten and would try to eat us. And then I will have to kill him, and you will of course be sad. But I have to save us also, Daniel, so you have to stop being so stupid!”

Max looks so fucking worked up about this, chest heaving and red in the face, and Daniel wants to fucking eat him alive. Kisses him instead, takes what he can get.

“You’re gonna protect me in your big, bad dream, Maxy?”

Max huffs, lets himself be led into the bedroom, “I will of course always save you, Daniel. When you are being so very stupid, also.”

#maxiel #maxiel fic #my fic #fic #my writing #max/daniel

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littlexscarletxwitch · 10 months

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Hi!!!!! I hope you’re doing well!! I really like the way you write, I was hoping to request a fic with either Wanda or Natasha, or both if you vibe with it, and F! avenger reader with a whole bunch of pining. Maybe they go on a mission and one of them runs into like a sex pollen/ aphrodisiac that really makes them crave their crush and enhances preexisting feelings for that person. You can totally ignore this if you’re not comfortable with the idea, I appreciate you either way!!

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲

paring: wandanat x fem!avenger!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot, sex pollen, insatiable r (or at least I tried), wanda and nat doing whatever r needs

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), mouth riding (r receiving) thigh riding (r receiving), tit sucking, slight blood kink (?), kinda dom!reader, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: Half way through writing this fic I was like "Wait, is this supposed to be smut. I mean it's sex pollen so it has to right?" and I'm still not sure but I just went with it lol. AAAAH, my first wandanat fic, I'm so excited you guys. I really hope you guys like it. It was quite a challenge writing a threesome and some parts I feel like they are bad but meh. Just go with it. Thank you, nonnie, for this request. I appreciate you just as much. I hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

The moment the intoxicating honey-like scent filled your lungs you felt as if your whole body shivered.

Your eyes clouded for a few seconds, your body losing balance as your legs trembled. The whole room felt like it was spinning and your thoughts were getting louder and louder. Images of red hair, tangled limbs and short black nails rushing through your mind.

“Y/n, everything okay?” you heard Steve’s voice through your earpiece, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“You have been silent for quite a while now, detka,” you heard Wanda say.

“You’re still alive, right Y/n?” Nastasha joked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. All clear, let’s head back,” you said, trying to ignore the way your body was starting to feel different in every conceivable way possible.

As you made your way back to the quinjet you felt your heart rate increasing, you blamed it on the adrenaline of the mission, the nerves of getting out in the field once again and decided not to think too much about it, pushing everything back deep inside of your mind.

“Okay, good job everyone!” Steve congratulated all of you. “Fortunately for us, this Hydra base was empty, but it’s not always going to be like that…” he kept on going with his speech but you weren’t listening anymore.

You took a seat, feeling as if your legs would give out on you any second. It felt as if someone was hammering your poor brain, you felt your skin on fire and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. You felt as if your senses magnified and you felt everything ten times stronger, no matter how hard you tried to stop feeling anything at all.

“Y/n, you okay?” Clint said while placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you said as you gently shrugged off his hand off your burning skin, not wanting him to notice it.

Okay,” he said, sitting next to you, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

You did the same, in hopes that getting some rest will make it all go away. As you drifted off to sleep, two pairs of eyes were watching your every move. Taking down mental notes of your body language, something they would usually do. But this time they could clearly tell that something was off with you.

“Something is up with her,” the redhead mumbled, squinting her eyes at you.

“Something’s definitely wrong,” the brunette concluded.

“Can you like, check on her?”

“You want me to go through her mind?!” Wanda hissed in disbelief.

“Oh, come on. Don’t act so innocent now, Wan,” the brunette's eyes opened wide in realisation, of course Natasha knew about that. “I know you do it all the time, it’s like your little hobby, isn’t it?” the redhead teased her.

“No, I do not. Those things are private,” Wanda scoffed.

“It’s okay, I’m judging. I mean I think I would also do it if I could,” she had a grin plastered on her face.

“It’s not funny, Nat,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, right. Just do it,” Natasha nudged her.

“Okay, okay,” the brunette mumbled some Russian curses and a second later her eyes were turning red.

“What do you see?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, getting lost in your mind. “Everything’s a blur.”

“What do you mean ‘a blur’? It can’t be right.”

“I’m just telling you what I’m seeing, Tasha,” her brows furrowed as she tried to concentrate even more.

There had to be something that could tell the both of them what was wrong with you. You barely talked to them when you got in the quinjet, that was so not like you. You were always trailing behind them, that was one thing they liked about you. Wherever they went, you followed them like a lost puppy.

They also found it cute that even though everyone was aware you had a thing for the two of them, you never dared to do anything about it. So the two of them would tease you, making you flustered, loving the way your cheeks would go crimson red. They liked you, they really did, that was why Wanda and Natasha were so eager to know what was wrong with you. So they could make you feel better.

“Wait a second…”

“What? What is it? Tell me.”

“I think she’s in pain, but she’s not physically hurt. No, this is deeper, quite strange really. Oh, Nat, I think she’s—”

“Okay, everyone you are free for the rest of the day. See you all at dinner. First round is on me,” Steve said, as the quinjet landed. His loud voice woke you up in the process and distracted Wanda.

You groaned in annoyance, sleeping did nothing for you, everything felt ten times louder and you felt like tearing your skin off your body.

You got up quickly and made your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“The fuck’s wrong with me?” you mumbled to yourself.

You felt your tummy sinking, a fire starting in your lower area. You closed your eyes as the pain became unbearable. But closing your eyes only made it worse somehow. Your mind was filled with thoughts of them, their hands, their lips, their kisses, their scents.

“Fuck,” it came out as a moan.

The only thing you could think about was Natasha and Wanda. And that was when it hit you. You needed them, you always had, but this time you needed them or you felt like you could actually die. They will know what to do, they could help you.

“Detka!” you heard someone banging on your door.

You gasped in relief at the perfect timing.

“Y/n, we know you are not okay. Just let us inside,” the redhead shouted through your door.

Once you open the door, they realise how bad this whole thing was for you. With just one look at you they could tell you were a mess. Your breath was uneven, your cheeks were as red as ever and a thin layer of sweet covered your whole body.

“I, I—,” you tried, but your voice simply wasn’t cooperating.

“We know, baby. We know,” Wanda cooed, as Natasha closed and locked the door behind her.

“This is bad, you shouldn’t be here…”

“It’s okay, malyshaka. We are here to help you.”

“I don’t think I can control myself…”

“We don’t want you to,” the redhead said as she stood behind you.

You could feel her hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“It hurts,” you almost cried. “I need it to stop… I need you… Make it stop,” you said breathlessly.

And that’s all it took for Wanda to connect her lips with yours and for Natasha to kiss your neck. You swear you could come undone just by the feeling of their lips but it wasn’t nearly enough. Moans escaped from your mouth repeatedly, gasping for air.

Somehow the three of you made it to your bed, Wanda’s lips never leaving yours and Natasha firming her grip on your waist. Soon enough the three of you were stripped out of your clothes, and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as soon as you made skin to skin contact with them.

“Fuck,” the word rolled out off your togue onto Wanda’s lips the moment your exposed core touched her thigh.

You felt a wave of pleasure washing over you, clouding all your senses and just focusing on the overwhelming feeling. Your head fell back as it hit Natasha’s stomach and she seized the moment in order to finally have a taste of your lips.

As Natasha took care of your lips, trailing her rough hands all over your torso, you started rocking your hips, Wanda’s thigh hitting the right spots on your core. It soon all became too much and you started riding her thigh at a much faster pace, knowing you were closer to your relief.

The coil inside you finally snapped, a wave of immense pleasure washed over you as you cursed over and over again, their names slipping out of your lips. You were a sweety horny little mess, you had a first taste of them and now you needed more. It was a hunger that was yet to be satisfied.

As you catched your breath, you got up from Wanda’s lap and gently pushed Natasha over the bed.

“What are you—?” she raised a brow at you, confused at your behaviour.

They have studied you before and they knew for a fact that you were no leader, you were a follower. You were also a people pleaser, everybody’s needs coming before your own. So you taking the lead in this situation got her off guard.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, before getting on top of her, straddling her head with your thighs.

Without a warning you let your weight fall on top of her, her lips getting immediate access to your cunt. Natasha wasn’t able to resist you, she started licking, sucking, biting, getting moans and whimpers out of your pretty lips.

Her hands found your thighs and gently squeezed, her nails digging into your flesh. You felt Wanda getting behind you, rocking herself onto Natasha’s abdomen. She kissed your neck, leaving love bites all over your sensitive skin.

The room was filled with your moans and whimpers as Wanda and Natasha took care of you. You didn't care how loud you were being, you felt in cloud 9 with the two Russians hitting all the right places.

Your head fell back on Wanda’s shoulder, her hands trailing up your body pinching and massaging your nipples. All while Natasha worked her tongue in and out of you, her nose hitting your clit making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt your second orgasm getting closer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long if they kept on working their magic on you.

“Shit, don’t stop,” you gasped.

Natasha moaned in your cunt as she felt your hips rocking even faster, and wanting to help you out, she did her best work on you. Wanda didn’t trail behind and she kept on teasing your breast and sucking on your skin.

“I’m— I’m—,” a loud moan cut you off as you came undone on Natasha’s lips.

She helped you ride out your high, getting as much of your juice as she could. She moaned at the taste of you, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull getting confirmation you were as sweet as she had always imagined. The moan she let out sent a shiver up your spine, making you squirm.

“How are you, malyshka?” Wanda whispered in your ear, as she helped you get off of Nat.

You throw yourself at her, feeling the fire inside of you starting back again, as your lips seek for hers. You kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip so hard that some blood came out. You tasted her blood on your tongue as you licked the small wound you had caused her.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled on her lips, breathless.

“It’s okay,” she whispered on your lips.

You didn’t mean to be rough with her, but it was out of your control. The fire inside you was too strong to keep it under control.

“I want your fingers… I need your fingers,” you said, reaching for her hand and putting two of her fingers inside of your mouth.

Wanda moaned at the sight before her, she swore she was soaking wet. But right now it wasn't about her, it was all about helping you. Poor Y/n, suffering like a bitch in heat.

Once you were done sucking, you guided them to your aching cunt, letting her take care of you. Even though you had already come two times, you were still as wet and as needy. She easily pushed two fingers inside of you, her eyes closing at how warm you felt.

“She’s so tight, Nat.”

“Really? I guess we’ll have to work on that,” you heard the redhead chuckling, but you were lost in your pleaser. Through your hooded eyes you watched them kiss each other, making you even hotter and wetter. Wanda knew you needed this really bad, so being the lady she was, she quickly picked up her pace. She felt you clenched around her fingers and that only made her thrust her fingers even faster.

Natahsa loved the scene unfolding before her eyes but wanting to take part, she got closer to Wanda, her lips reaching out for the brunette’s breasts, sucking her nipples.

“Shit,” she gasped at the feeling, her finger stopping for half a second.

“Wanda…” you moaned out annoyingly, making Natasha chuckle.

“So– sorry,” she breathed out, getting back to her work.

Your hands travelled up or body, pinching and massaging your own breast, as you watched the redhead sucking violently Wanda’s nipples. Getting whimpers out of the two of you.

“Wan, I’m close,” you whispered.

“We got you, moya lyubov.”

The moment the pet name reached your ears you felt the wave of pleasure washing over you, coming for the third time.

“Fuck!” you manage to say, short of breath.

You felt the fire inside you finally being put out as Wanda’s fingers helped you ride out your high.

“You finally had enough?” Natasha joked.

“Maybe,” you shuddered, still trying to recover from the activity.

“Well, you better have, it’s our turn now.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, a small smile forming on your lips.

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-M

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l1ndseyper3z · 11 months

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DATING AMANDA YOUNG HEADCANONS

(NSFW) (F!READER)

NSFW UNDER CUT <3

18+ MINORS DNI

This girl fucking adores when you sit on her face

no I will not elaborate

just sit on her face

I feel like she's a switch but definitely prefers being a dom

idk she just gives that vibe

definately has some sort of mommy kink (receiving)

you'd probably call it her as a joke but after realising how she reacts it would become a thing for you two

she so likes tying you up and edging or overstimulating you till you cry

mf definitely owns a concerning amount of sex toys which she uses on you constantlyyyy

with consent of course

I feel like her aftercare is very meh

lots of cuddles but that's about it

loves when you shower with her

she fucking adores when you moan her name

I get the vibe she's a tit girl

she loves your ass but I feel like she just slightly leans towards tits

loves degrading you and praising you at the same time

"awh my pretty slut, look at how fucking wet you are. I've barely touched you yet"

THE MASTER OF EATING YOU OUT

no explanation needed

up to try pretty much anything you want

loves trying different positions

does not care about where you fuck or privacy

if you want to have sex with her at home you will have sex with her at home

if you want to have sex with her in the middle of the mall you will have sex with her in the middle of the mall

makes sure you feel comfortable using your safeword

as much as she loves being rough she would never want you to get hurt or be uncomfortable

#jigsaw #saw ii #saw posting #sawposting #saw 2004 #amanda young #saw #saw iii #saw franchise #amanda young x reader #18+ minors dni

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tragantia · 4 months

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Severen during your period - Part 1

-If for some reason you've been with the Hooker clan for some time but you haven't been bled yet, the unavoidable will eventually happen.

Maybe Severen has got it bad for you, and they want to make sure you're the right fit for the clan before turning you. Not that anything could change Sev's mind, but that's beyond the point. Just humor me with this, ok 👀

-One day, you start feeling that familiar sensation. Your mood changes, you feel bloated, your tits feel heavier, bigger and tender. I always experience depressive feelings too, so let's go with that. Your mood sours, you don't feel pretty. And Severen is ever his flirty, confident self, loving to be the center of attention and flirting with anyone who passes by, even if you're there. Particularly, if you're there. He loves to get you worked up.

-But this time, it's different. You don't get back at him, nor reply with something clever and witty, nor steal his attention back by doing something sexy. You just stay there, sad, sulking. He feels suddenly scared he's gone too far. And annoyed. Everything was easier without this kind of attachments. But still, he really is serious about you. He doesn't want to lose you. Shit.

-This can go two different ways. He either sulks back at you, after a few unsuccessful attempts of getting your attention by being silly. Or he drops his act straight away and, to everyone's surprise, apologises and asks you what's wrong. 'Ya didn't that seriously, did ya, pretty baby?'

-But the harm is done. The mood has set in, and it's taken you to a dark place. The strangeness of the situation, of travelling with the clan and being an accessory to serial murder (you've lost the count of their victims since you've been with them at this point) is too much. You cry. You start hiding from him a bit, trying to spend time alone. This goes on for a couple of days, and Severen is actually really worried that Jesse will force him to do something radical about it. And he really, really wants to keep you.

-One day, something happens. Maybe he made a hurtful comment about you, or he muttered something lustfully about another guy or woman he had seen... And you snap. You shout at him, crying, upset at yourself for falling so hard for him. For allowing this to happen, for him to just show up and mess up your life like that.

-He just stays there, wide eyed... Looking at you just falling apart in front of him. And then, he notices it. The rich, coppery smell. Mixed with your own smell, your sweat, your pheromones.

Your period.

He kneels and wraps his arms around your frame, burying his head between your breasts, and then lower. He chuckles, licking his lips. You are about to lose it. What the hell is he playing at?

'Mmmh. Baby, if ya were coming down with your shark week, ya should have just told meh'

-What the... Oh. Oh. Suddenly everything made sense. The sudden sadness, irritability, the mood swings. Your change in demeanor and body image. You had been so absorbed in your new life, you had completely missed the signals. You try to say something, but the noise is caught in your throat, as you blush... You just feel so stupid.

-'It's okay, darlin' ', he says, as he pulls up your skirt... Hope you're somewhere at least partially secluded, because he's gonna spend a long time down there, even if at the beginning you're not bleeding too much.

'I'll make ya feel real, real good...'

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Continues in part 2 soon, because I have too many pervy thoughts...

#severen #near dark #severen van sickle #near dark 1987 #bill paxton #severen x reader #severen headcanons

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Hazbin Episode 2 Review

As usual, here is the swear count:

Fuck - 25

Shit - 9

Bitch/ Hoe/ Whore/ Slut/ Bimbo - 12

Damn - 1

Ass - 1

Cock/Dick - 1

Porn/Sex - 1

Tits/Boobs - 0

Pussy/Vagina/ Cunt - 0

Piss - 2

Now onto spoilers under the break!

The Good:

We got a lot more Alastor this episode and I love him so much. Getting to see how he uses his dark magic, completely wiping the floor with Pentius and not even paying him the time of day to acknowledge him. Alastor’s cruel side coming out on display as he toys with Pentius before ultimately tossing him away like nothing. Really helped show that Alastor has that power like none other, like we saw in the pilot.

One thing I especially love about the scenes of Alastor and Pentius is how petty Alastor can get. How even the smallest rip of his suit coat got him so mad he let out a deer noise (which I think was a neat touch.)

This episode ultimately is just an introduction to the V’s but Alastor steals the spotlight. How you really can tell that he hates the V’s, and especially Vox.

Speaking of who had hypnotic powers (and so does Pentius seemingly) and it would be interesting to explore that more.

Ultimately you really get the sense that the V’s are the outcasts of the Overlords because they’re just total jerks all together, and not so much that they’re powerful like Alastor is. Also Status Quo had a good song transition both start and finish and is a pretty alright song.

Seeing how creepy Alastor got at the end was also a blessing.

Other than that?

I still love Nifty and how she got upset at Pentius trying to be a better person and also we got to see Fat Nuggets. So hurray!

Okay now onto

The Bad:

The overall pacing of this episode was kinda weird? Like it starts off with Pentius, then moves onto the V’s, and then back to Pentius and for the V introduction episode, it felt like that they didn’t get much screen time.

A few minutes on their own, Velvette barely getting any, Val being there only like 3 times, and Vox basically gets his butt kicked around by Alastor without much tension.

I really do wish that there was more of a power balance thing going on and I know that’s kinda weird to say given how Helluva arguably was pretty forward on the pecking order. Imagine three Overlords all having powers near equal to Alastor, that would raise the stakes as it leaves Charlie and Alastor basically being the two between the V’s and the destruction of the hotel.

Ultimately the V’s feel like Overlords only by title and not by actuality. The bark is there but no bite.

As for Pentius? Meh. His little story was alright I guess, but ultimately it more served as a way to start up Angel character development. I know I’ve thrown around the term “- is the Jaune Arc of this show” before and I want to explain that.

You know how James Gunn made Rocket the secret protagonist of the Guardian films? Take that idea and make it bad and add in a dash of misogyny if called for.

I am deeply afraid that Angel will be taking up more screen time than Charlie and will ultimately take over her spot as the protagonist. Which begs the question, why wasn’t Angel just made the protagonist up right?

Charlie is being woobified as is the case with most Viv characters, and now Angel’s focus is increasing. I got the same vibe from Fizz taking the protagonist role from Bitzø in Helluva.

Other than that? It becomes very apparent that this episode was written by Viv given the 25 fucks said during this episode, the most this far in the series. (Spoilers: E4 takes the cake for the most with 35.) Most of those fucks are spoken by Val’s brief first appearance before Status Quo. To call it excessive would be accurate.

Also let me not forget that I only count the spoken swears, and not the ones only shown. If I did, 25 would have become 30 in one frame during Vox’s news segment during the song.

Also during said segment, there is another Blitzø style drawing, which might only be irking me and no one else.

As for the song itself? I think the only downsides would be that Alastor singing about how older technology and ways of doing things are better than the new, uses terms such as “clout”, “podcast”, and “that’s the tea.”

Is this a nitpick? Sure. Does it only slightly exist out of the reasonability of Alastor’s character and how he acts and thinks? Sure. Does it still bother me like mad and make me point to it as a casual example of Viv not really knowing what she is doing with characters? Yes.

So ultimately this episode was like a 5/10. Idk, it exists I guess.

#doom.txt #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel spoilers

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Never thought about Jason’s tits not being sensitive. Just them being groped and kneaded and rubbed, not even getting fucked. And he derives so much pleasure just from the fact that his body gives his lover what they want. Fawk that’s so hot

(in reference to my tags on this post)

yessss

for him it's not the feeling so much as it is the hunger in his lover's eyes; the way they touch him like they can't get enough of him; the way their breaths grow quicker, the scent of their arousal thick in the air

and like---

okay, at first, it's nothing, right? just sensation that doesn't really... ping any of those signals. maybe he fakes a few moans, just for his lover's enjoyment, but like... maybe he doesn't, maybe they've had other foreplay first. i dunno. either way, when it first starts its kind of meh. it's the way his lover reacts that slowly gets him going, working him up until he's rutting against the nearest part of them he can reach---or his own hand, or nothing at all if his partner is feeling particularly cruel ;)

just---

jason getting driven crazy not because of the pleasure he's getting but from the blatant evidence that he is wanted, desired, loved---

#oh and there are the feelings #i mean they were already there #but now they're there THERE yknow #anyway #jason todd #lovely anons #asks and answers #throwing this in my #jaytim #tag bc again that's what i'm picturing #but #hm #this could also be fun with #jaysteph #jaydick #jayroy #nsft #jason chest appreciation

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Does it ever feel surreal that so many people around the world desire you? Like I can't imagine what that would be like haha. 1 or 2, sure. But thousands? That's crazy to me

It really does. This blog is a lot more low key about it than my og one, but it feels more intimate. Like I’m desired for more than just my body. Some of you want to fuck me for the whole experience not like I’m just a prize to brag about. So that blows my mind even more.

I’ve been desired for my body since I hit puberty and grew huge tits. It’s meh. But this intimate desire for me? It genuinely feels surreal.

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𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 (18+, MDNI)

pairing: teen!noel gallagher x fem!oc (fern gibson <3)

summary: in which noel tries not to get jealous over someone who he knows he shouldn't be worried about, and fern gets high for the first time to soothe the blow

word count: 3.29k

warnings: swearing, drugs, alcohol, oral (m!receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap!!), half-arsed orgasm (f!receiving), noel doesn't really do aftercare :/

a/n: so this was my first attempt of writing smut so i'll leave that there

PART ONE IS HERE

"not that, and fuckin' hell definitely not that."

giving noel free reign of her wardrobe wasn't something fern had thought to be in the deal for going out with him that night. she had near enough shown him everything she owned, feeling somewhat downtrodden when her suggestions were met with rejection. there was even barks of laughter from noel occasionally, lay sprawled on her bed as he watched her decide.

she held out a jumper and regretted it instantly. "ralph lauren? you think it's a good idea to wear ralph fuckin' lauren? christ fern, they won't even let you into the pissin' estate."

"so, not that one then."

fern was at a stump. there was hardly anything left in her wardrobe to chose from, unless she just went in her school uniform or her pyjamas. with a heavy sigh that bordered on an exasperated groan she started to toss clothing shoved into her draws over her shoulders. there was a flurry of navy and deep red, the occasional black or white shirt landing on a heap behind her.

noel cleared his throat. fern looked around. balancing on the end of his finger was something fern thought she'd never wear for more than thirty minutes, and never outside of her bedroom. "oh, absolutely not."

he scowled. "i didn't mean on its own! i mean your tits look fucking mega whenever ye wear it but i don' want ye walking round looking like a-"

"slapper?" fern offered, with a small 'meh', that meant noel more or less agreed.

it was tragic really. fern had been out with her friends and with noel multiple times, but his condition of her going out with him did little to calm her nerves. she'd met noel's friends before and it wasn't as if she didn't like them - they were a laugh and she got on well with most of them, but she'd never been to one of their houses and the worst thing she'd ever done in her teenage life was hardly comparable.

finally, noel rolled over and pulled a red top that was near enough the shade of merlot off the floor on his way to retrieve his cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket. he'd seen fern wear it before - tiny straps, lacing over her tits and silky material that moved like water whenever she did.

"this, with those jeans." he finally announced.

"with which jeans?"

noel raised an eyebrow and spoke around his cigarette. "ye know which fuckin ones."

yeah, she did. fern bundled her clothes up and took them into the bathroom, grabbing a towel out of the laundry cupboard on her way down the hall. she turned the shower on and scrubbed at her body until all she could see were vanilla scented bubbles under water so hot the room was clouding over with steam.

when she emerged from the bathroom, honey scented hair dripping wet down the back of her silk top, noel was flicking through her record box. when fern started to spray various oils onto her hair noel didn't look up, far too engrossed in a limited edition of 'hatful of hollow' he'd never got his hands on, nor was he deterred from sliding it out of the sleeve to admire it further when she blasted her hair dryer on full.

her makeup was smudged delicately around her eyes, and fern rubbed at it until it looked artistically messy like she'd seen on the cover of her mum's 'cosmopolitan' magazines. her bangs stuck and flicked out above her ears - with a dash of hairspray she'd calmed the volume and tried to stick it closer to her scalp but to no avail. it looked as if she'd pulled a roller out of it with little care for tidying up the flyaways.

it was fine. fern looked in the mirror and pinched a rosy hue into her cheeks, giving her eyebrows a quick brush through. she looked like she should have been on the cover of nme, not wishing her boyfriend would look at her instead of ogling an album cover.

it was nearly nine o'clock by the time noel suggested, slotting the smiths back into their spot amongst the other bands in fern's record box of fame, that they have something to eat. fern had tied her cream jumper he'd had rejected over her shoulders and had her car keys held between her teeth as she filled her small bag with everything she needed.

"fuckin' shit, fern. might have to glue ye to me so no-one else tries to take ye." in an instant fern's head made sharp collision with the wall behind her as noel took her keys and set them down on her desk, wrapping his hands around the base of her neck as he pushed a kiss right in the valley of her chest. fern sighed and pulled noel back by his hair, moving him up to kiss him properly.

eventually she pulled away and grabbed her things, only to slip out of her room and down the stairs. her parents were sat in the dinning room finishing off their dinner with glasses of wine. "hi daddy," fern chirped, sliding behind her dad's chair to pull out a bottle of gin from the cupboard. she hid it behind her back and handed it off to noel when he stuck his head around the door brandishing two slices of toast.

noel was disappointed to see fern had put her jumper on properly.

fern grabbed noel by the arm and steered him to the door, hoping to evade the lens of her mother's camera. when mrs gibson cleared her throat and smiled politely at fern and noel from the entryway of the dinning room with her camera in hand. like muscle memory, fern and noel stood side by side with matching smiles as the flash went.

"oh, it's lovely like always," her mum cooed. "i take it you two are off now?" she asked, clearly intrigued.

fern hummed. "yeah, and we're actually running late so i'll see you tomorrow-" once again, her plans to shove noel out of the door and into her car were foiled by her dad's voice.

mr gibson strode out into the entrance hall and clapped a strong hand over noel's shoulder. "i'm not going to bore you two with the talk again because i know you know what i'm going to say. but noel, do keep her out of trouble and safe more than anything else please. am i right in thinking you're both going back to yours tonight?"

"yeah, that's righ', mr gibson. and don' worry, i'll keep an eye on her."

"that's my boy," fern's dad smiled and turned to his daughter. "and fernie, have you got everything for school tomorrow? a coat?"

"in the car, and i won't need a coat. we'll be inside pretty much all of the time anyway, and i've got my jumper."

eventually, mr gibson nodded and wrapped an arm around his wife. "well then, have fun and don't do anything stupid."

fern and noel waved as they shut the front door behind them, only breathing a sigh of relief when they'd pulled out of the driveway.

fern felt very, very small as she pulled up infront of the house noel directed her to. the house wasn't grand by any means, a carbon copy of noel's home just in the next estate over, but the drab brick and limp looking potted plants outside the front door which did little to brighten everything up didn't really calm her nerves.

burnage was okay because she knew people who lived there and she wasn't alone without noel, but heaton chapel was new ground to her all together. fern turned off the engine and shoved her jumper right into the bottom of her school bag, sat on the back seat. noel was already standing at the bottom of the tiny path lighting up a cigarette, motioning for fern to get out of her car.

"haven't got cold feet have you, princess?" he asked, smirking.

fern wrapped her hand around the neck of the bottle of gin. she unscrewed the cap and took a large sip, shaking her head and fluffing her hair up in the rear view mirror whilst muttering "fuck off" to him. she stepped out of the car and marched right past noel, shivering as she knocked sharply three times onto the glass in the front door.

noel nearly laughed as he grabbed her upper arm and just opened the door, guiding her inside. "they're so fuckin' out of their minds they won' hear a bomb going off, love. it's better if we just appear."

"oh."

again once they were inside, it was no wonder noel knew exactly were he was going and fern did too. even the interior and layout was exactly the same as noel's house, from the carpet in the living room to the colour of the wooden banister on the stairs. except, the smell of cigarettes that fern was used to after spending a few hours in noel's room was overly strong in each step she took. perhaps turning up with just a bottle of gin was considered empty handed.

they entered the living room to see noel's mates and a few of their girlfriends draped over the sofa and sat around the floor littered with empty cans and cigarette butts. noel grabbed a can from the table and cracked it open before they were even acknowledged, and he picked up another one and threw it at someone's head.

when he looked around at them, fern recognised him as tony. she didn't know where mike was, which was strange when she was in his house. "noel! alrigh', mate?"

"yeah, yeah. you alrigh'?"

tony hummed, and halfway through reaching for the bottle of gin fern was holding out, he saw her. "oh. you alrigh' as well, fern? mike mentioned something about you coming."

noel watched out of the corner of his eye as he leaned over to cheri, tony's girlfriend, who held out a joint for him. he took a drag as tony fought hard to keep his eyes above fern's neck as he spoke to her, but he betrayed himself when fern bent down to put the bottle of gin on the table. noel gave him a sharp thump on the back. "watch it," he muttered close to her ear, "he's a dirty fucking cunt so don't take anythin' he gives you."

in that moment, fern had never felt more disassociated with the world around her. with another giggle bursting from her lips sealed with her hand, she took the third joint tony was passing around that evening. she'd only drank what noel gave her or what she chose herself, but with a sparkle of defiance in her eye, fern leaned closer to cheri when she offered her a smoke when they were sat outside.

"you don't have to," she said, cracking open a can. a whoop from tony cut through the air from the living room, "if you just act it they'll think you've done it."

fern looked at the burning end of the cylinder. with a finger she beckoned for cheri to lean close enough for her to reach. noel slid through the back door just in time for fern to make direct eye contact with him as she took a drag. she stifled her cough and cheri looked chuffed, twisting around to see noel. "sorry to break your rule."

it was a whirlwind from there on out. fern felt so light yet could feel every fibre of the carpet beneath her feet, and her nerves were ablaze when noel's hand ran over her thigh and came to rest between her legs while they were on the sofa. she curled onto him and pushed herself up against his chest, looking over her shoulder when mike finally announced his presence with a crash.

he held a plastic bag full of bottles clanging together above his head with a cigarette between his lips, eyes boring right at fern and noel. "fuck off mate, i thought you were joking about fern coming."

noel shrugged flippantly with one arm, while the other tightened his hold on fern's waist to pull her closer into him. the bare skin from where the silk of her top had ridden up pressed against the cooling buckle of his belt. "hi mike," fern managed to reach far enough over the small coffee table to cheri's hand, plucking the fresh joint out of her hand.

she wound her hand down noel's ribs and traced her nails all the way to his back pocket, where the felt around for a lighter. fern produced one and lit up the joint, sliding off noel to stand up next to mike. she took his cigarette out of his mouth and replaced it with hers (cheri's), feeling noel's eyes on her the whole time.

noel watched fern as she seemed to slide around the room, moving from bottle to can to shot to glass, laughing loudly with cheri who she'd never exchanged more than three sentences with before that evening. it was warm in the living room, no surprises when there was teenagers smoking like chimneys over every inch of floor space, but fern was covered in patches of goosebumps when noel pulled her back down onto him whilst on her way to get another drink from the kitchen.

fern collapsed next to him and began to laugh when he started to push hot and open mouthed kisses all along the shell of her and down the delicate column of her neck. she pulled him away and flung a leg over his waist, setting herself down right in the middle of his lap. noel's hands rushed all over her thighs held tightly by her jeans until they flared out gently at her knees.

noel felt himself leaning forwards when she reclined, catching her gaze focussed on tony who was pressing a cigarette to her lips with a hand all the way across her collar bone and under the tiny straps. she didn't pull away, only remained frozen in place until she sank down against noel's chest when he was called away by mike. his gaze lingered for once not on astrid's pretty face but her nipples that were straining against the thin silk, pouring over her body like water when she moved against him.

fern held noel's face in her hands, brushing the corners of his lips with her thumbs and tracing by the crease in the corner of his eye with her indexes. she kissed him and felt the coarse material of his shirt against her chest, letting him swallow her quiet moans when he ran his hands over her arse.

eventually she pulled away for a brief thirty second respite, only to heave out "you're right," breathily into his ear while her nails ran down his neck and her hands pushed past the collar of his shirt, "he's a dirty cunt who's watching me right now."

noel bundled fern up and whisked her up the stairs, stopping halfway up to grab her chin and push his thumb against her bottom lip. "yer perfect," he whispered against her tits as soon as he locked the door of the tiny box room at the top of the stairs, kissing them as fern slithered onto his lap again and pushed him down against the mattress, "fuckin' perfect."

she didn't know where the confidence came from, but fern wasn't going to let go of the chance. she unbuttoned noel's shirt and with her other hand grazed over the slight tent in his trousers as she kissed along his shoulders. he watched as she slowly removed his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers, neglected while she kissed him again. it looked almost painful, the way her nipples were straining against her top, and she shivered when the rough callouses on noel's fingers traced over them.

fern drew away, moving to grab his cock in her hand. she stroked him once and swiped her thumb over his leaking tip to gather the pre-cum, slicking her hand up as she traced with a tantalisingly light touch all the way up the underside of his shaft. noel watched as fern's hand swallowed him up, and soon enough he was bucking up into her fist - it was probably the weed which had made him to sensitive to everything she was doing.

but when fern started to trace lazy shapes over his v-line and around the base, noel whimpered a small "fuck," and pushed his head back further against the pillow. "fern, i'm-" she licked him once and noel's hand, on instinct, grabbed her hair when he felt the tip of his cock brush against the back of her throat. fern pulled off abruptly and wiped the saliva that had gathered at the corners of her mouth away with the back of her hand.

she discarded her jeans into a corner of the room with a flick of her arm and grabbed noel's hand, shaking slightly, and pushed his fingers right up against her throbbing heat. the straps of her top slid down her shoulders, glowing with a sheen under the light, and noel pulled the v-cut of the neckline further down. his mouth latched onto one of her nipples, and fern moaned when his fingers started to circle her clit at a torturously slow pace.

he slipped past her underwear and moved it to the side, feeling the slick as he pulled her closer to him. fern braced herself with a hand digging into his shoulder, whilst she reached down and pulled his hand away. she whined at the loss of contact but sank her pussy down onto his cock immediately after.

she could feel every inch of him against her walls, each of her nerve endings alight with pleasure as she began to move up and down. fern could tell noel was close to finishing when his fingers dug into the flesh on her hips and he turned them both around, snapping his hips up three times to meet her cunt, each stroke coating him in her juices. fern's hand ran down her body and rubbed her fingers furiously against her clit as she sighed out "fuck noel, fuck i'm so close," right into his ear.

he held her thigh up and pushed into her once more, letting out a guttural groan as he pulled out and spilt over her heaving chest, white cum leaking over her stomach and staining the silky material of her top lying in a wrinkled band around her torso. fern whined at the sensitivity of it all - his quick actions had yanked her from the intense feeling of her own orgasm, replacing it with emptiness and a hollow fulfilment.

noel sat beside her, pulling his jeans up and re-buttoning his shirt. fern wondered what to do about her top. she'd borrowed it from eloise months ago and never gave it back, noel thought it was hers, and fern was hardly going to toss it into the washing basket at home and risk her mum seeing it. instead she peeled it off and pushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead.

in the short-lived afterglow a feeling of nausea came over her, sobering her from the drink and drugs with the weight of a freight train. noel disappeared downstairs and returned with his jacket, a cigarette back between his lips. "c'mon," he wrapped an arm around fern's shoulder, her silent body moving with him out of the house with his jacket zipped up right to her chin, "let's get you home, you look like you've been put through the fuckin' rinser."

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#noel gallagher #noel gallagher x reader #noel gallagher x oc #noel gallagher fluff #noel gallagher smut #oasis #britpop #fluff #manchester #90s #fem!reader #fem!oc #oasis x reader #noel gallagher x fem!oc #oasis x fem!oc #oasis x oc #smut #oasis smut #oasis band

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randomdarksidersblog27 · 1 year

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THE HORSEMEN AT MARDI GRAS

Death:

Death is not one to party. Not this version of him,at least. Younger him however,is a totally different story.

But, he'll indulge you and go to a few parades with you,mainly the small ones like in Slidell or Lacombe.

Stays away from the big parades in New Orleans and such, especially after finding out about all the random shootings. Gotta keep his favorite human safe right?

He tries his best to get you the best things,like the cute stuffed animals and such.

Gives his extra beads to the little kids and enjoys watching the dance groups.

All in all a pretty chill guy to go with.

Strife

Oh he's going to ALL the parades. No matter where they are.

WILL try and drink anyone under the table too. Tell him about the hand grenades,you'll lose him on Bourbon Street. He will down like,eight of those fuckers and only feel a buzz.

Oh and don't tell him about the flashing boobs for beads. He will look at every woman who did it unabashed. Will try to get you to do the same(if you have tits)

All in all,he's a party animal and fun for the first two weeks of Mardi Gras.

Fury

Not that into parades honestly. But will go with you if you ask,like Death.

Likes seeing all the face paint and body art going around, she'll probably try to do some on you or have you do some on her.

She will also,try and drink anyone under the table. Can ALSO drink a shit ton of hand grenades and not feel a damn thing.

She likes looking at the little shops on Bourbon Street, especially the Marie Laveaux voodoo shop.

She LOVES the dog parade in Slidell. Gets to pet all the cute puppers.

All in all,also a chill person to hang with for Mardi Gras. Not as crazy as Strife,but still fun to party with.

War

Not going to a parade. Nope,not one for crowds or anything like that.

Doesn't understand the concept of it either,and when you explain,he just shrugs and says he can BUY you stuffies if need be. Why go out,in large crowds,to drink and possibly get smashed into,run over,cussed at,spilled on,possibly SHOT,all for some measly plastic strands you place on your neck?

Oh don't even TELL him about the Boobs for Beads thing. He WILL padlock a shirt onto you if you somehow go to a parade without him. No one should be showing-or seeing-that for some stupid beads!

MIGHT have a drink or two,just to see what the hype is about. Meh,not the biggest fan.

If you DO manage to drag him to a parade,his favorite parts are the horses(duh)and the JROTC. He comments on their posture and such and enjoys the little show.

All in all,just stay home with this lovable lunk.

STAY SAFE THIS MARDI GRAS SEASON, PLEASE!

#darksiders headcanons #darksiders #darksiders 2 #darksiders death #darksiders strife #darksiders war #darksiders fury #darksiders death x reader #darksiders strife x reader #darksiders war x reader

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Carry Me To Safety (9)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Words: 3893

Warnings: Lactation Kink. Breeding Kink. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex. Dirty/Sweet talk. Helmet is off but the blindfold is on.

A/N: I'm going to be honest, I feel meh about this chapter but I hope you guys enjoy it. I really do. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please and thank you. Add yourself to the taglists here.

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An excruciating pain shoots through your muscles as you slowly wake from your sleep. You try to open your eyes but can’t, and it’s not until you move your hand to your face that you finally notice why. Sometime in the middle of the night, Din must have tied the cloth around your eyes again, which meant that he was currently without his mask. A chill runs down your spine when you realize that Din trusted you enough to not take this off of your face, even when he’s asleep, when he wouldn’t know whether or not you got a peak at him. You smile to yourself as memories of last night fill your mind’s eyes, and it’s only then that you take notice of the pain in your muscles again.

You’re about to try and slip from underneath Din’s arms when he groans and drags you closer into his chest. A gasp escapes your throat when his calloused fingers move from your navel up in between the valley of your breasts and before you can say anything, his palms cup one of your tits and squeeze tightly. It’s rougher than he intends and if it were any other time, you would have relished having his hands on you, touching you so intimately, so sweetly. But his rough fingers pass over your nipple a little too harshly and you can’t suppress the sob anymore. You flinch and cry out in pain a second after, clamping your hand on your mouth to prevent yourself from making more noise.

But as always, Din is perceptive and his hands slide off of you in an instant. You’re not aware of what you’re doing and as your fingers go up to your face and move over the cloth around your eyes, strong hands grasp your wrists and slam them above your head. The sudden motions highlight the fatigue running down your body and you bite into your lower lip as you moan in pain.

“I- I wasn’t…”

“Mesh’la, I know.” His hoarse voice pulls you out of your head, and you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze. You can’t see him, but something about the way he’s engulfing you in his arms and pinning you into the bed makes you nervous, makes you think he was studying you a little too closely.

“You- sweet girl, am I making you uncomfortable? Do you want me to leave?” It’s not the question you expect him to ask but it is a question you’re happy to hear, especially from him. Even though the two of you slept together, you’re comfortable knowing that he wasn’t assuming intimacy with you again. He was giving you an out, one that you were happy to have the option for but were sure you wouldn’t want to take.

“No- it’s just…I-” You don’t know how to tell him that his sleepy touches were hurting you but were now making you feel a little hazy. A part of you is afraid that he might pull away and that’s the last thing you want right now. You’re quiet for longer than deemed comfortable, and it must have been too much for Din because he slowly leans down and begins to nip at your jaw. The caresses of his tongue set you on fire and you sigh when he leaves a trail of kisses across the expanse of your skin. He’s careful in his touches, as if he was afraid you would deny him if he got rough.

“Talk to me my little star, what do you need?” The term of endearment is all you need to hear to relax against him, and you feel Din smile against your sternum when he senses your muscles loosening the more he touches you.

“I- you were pulling me closer into you…when you were sleeping, and I- I liked it. But- oh maker, your hands felt too- too hard. I’m sensitive again and I didn’t want you to stop but it- they hurt Din. They hurt, but I don’t want you to stop. I want you so fucking badly right now but I- I can’t…they kriffing hurt.” You let out a sob the more you explain to him what you’re feeling, and even though you shouldn’t be this shy talking to him about your breasts, you are. Din has been nothing but understanding this entire time but you’re afraid he’d finally realize that you’re too much to deal with and leave you. When you realize he’s not moving away but trying to get closer to you, you lean to the side as far as possible and kiss his wrist, reluctantly nipping down at the heated skin when you hear him gasp at the intimate touch. Din swears at the small gesture, and you don’t have a chance to say anything else because he descends down on you like a starved man, his lips seeking out your own like he needed you to breathe.

You moan against him, parting your lips and letting him take complete control over you. You get the sense that he might be feeling as desperate for you as you are for him, but the thought is interrupted when you feel the hair on his chest rub against your tits. You cry out and break the kiss, breaths coming in heavily when the hold he has on your wrists tightens even further.

“You’re driving me crazy mesh’la…hearing you tell me you want me, even if my touch is hurting you…fuck, I- I want to sink into you sweet girl. I want to claim every fucking inch of you, every bit of skin, and I want you to beg me some more. Kriffing hell, you’re- you’re all I want.” Din growls those words against you as he puts some space between the two of you, and you’re about to beg him to not leave when he lets go of your wrists and slithers down your body.

“Tell me how to make you feel good. I don’t want to hurt you sweetheart.”

“What- what if I want you to? Hurt me I mean.” A beat passes in silence between you, and for a second, you think that this may not have been the best response to offer him. But then Din moves again and you feel his hard cock rub deliciously against your leg. Maybe it was the right thing to say after all.

“Fuck…f-fuck, there is a time for that cyare, I promise you. I’ll give you anything you want, I swear it. But I don’t want you to hurt right now, please. Just tell me what to do, tell me how to touch you to make you feel good, to make this pain go away.” You flinch when you feel his hands softly still against your tits. You gulp nervously, knowing that there was only one way to ease the pain striking across your breasts right now.

“Din, can- can you…they’re just so full. If you want…if it’s okay I mean, you can-”

“Suck on them? Is that what you want sweet thing? You want me to suck on your tits until you drench me with your milk?” Din thankfully cuts you off, and you’re glad you can’t see the look on his face right now because you’re sure you would have had a difficult time meeting his eyes.

“Yes…please.”

“Little star, I love hearing you beg for me…but I need you to know, you never have to ask for this. I’ll happily help relieve your pain.” Din leans down and kisses just below one nipple while his thumb swirls softly around the other. You push yourself into his touch, wanting to feel him everywhere on your skin. Your brain is slowly turning into a puddle with every passing second Din shows you how much he cares for you, and you want nothing more than to thank him for helping you but any coherent thought evaporates as soon as you hear Din’s next words.

“I’ll drink from you every fucking minute of every day sweetheart if it means you’re not in pain. You hear me? I’ll never deny you that, I promise. I'll drink every last drop of milk from these gorgeous tits until you're begging me to stop. Fuck baby I can smell how sweet your milk is already and I barely touched you. You know how hard it was for me to not flip you over and suck on these pretty little sweet things when you fell asleep in my arms? I- kriffing hell, I wanted to have my lips on you the whole night cyar’ika, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving me because I didn’t ask you first.” He is in a frenzy, that you can tell for sure, and the hint of desperation in his voice sets your whole body on fire. Somehow, up until this point, you thought he was just another man that really liked your tits. But the more he tells you how much he craves you, how he could smell the sweetness of your milk even before he sucks on your nipples, the more you realize that he just has a thing for your particular circumstance. Kriff, even in your thoughts you couldn’t admit what he’s doing to you.

“Tell me ner kar'ta, would you like it if I woke you up like this every day? With my mouth on you, tongue lapping up every drop of milk you spill on me? Hmm? You want to feel me drink from you baby? Until you can’t take it anymore, until you’re begging me to stop? Go on baby, tell me.” You get the sense that Din probably knows what your answer is already but just wants to hear you say those words. Taking advantage of his distraction, you slowly slip your hands up his arms until they reach his neck. He stops what he’s doing and waits for you, and even though you can’t see the look on his face, you smile at him and comb your fingers into his hair.

“Din, do whatever you want with me.” You hope Din understands that the weakness in your voice isn’t because you’re reluctant but because you can barely think straight. It was one thing to feel his hands on you but it was another to hear his desires voiced so shamelessly in the middle of the night.

“You mean that cyar’ika?”

“Please,” you respond immediately, wanting him to put you out of your misery and make you feel good again. Thankfully, Din doesn’t ask you another question, and your anticipation is settled when his hands slowly slide down your skin and rest on each side of your full, heavy breasts.

“You’re all I want mesh’la,” he whispers against your sternum, and if you weren’t so focused on how firm yet careful his fingers are, you would have responded in kind. You tug on his curls a little when his scruff scratches one nipple, and he must like the little rough reaction because he groans in an instant and finally gives you the attention you need.

As soon as his lips wrap around your engorged nipple, you sigh in relief and sink into the bed, completely giving yourself to the man on top of you as he teases your sensitive peak. You hiss in pain when his teeth graze over your skin but somehow, Din knows that it’s a good kind of pain for you because he does it again and pushes his tongue harshly against your nipple to ease the stinging sensation. A part of you wants to tell him to not forget your other, equally painful and full breast, but you don’t want him to stop what he’s doing. Letting go of his hair, you reach for one of his hands and drag it away from your hip until it reaches the underside of your other breast. Din understands what you need instantly and he cups your tit in his hand before slowly squeezing around it.

The pressure he’s applying isn’t quite right, only increasing the pain without relieving you. But as he continues to roll your breast in his palm, you realize that Din was purposely taking his time with you. A particular squeeze forces you to push your chest into him, and Din groans in pleasure when he feels you seek him out. His caresses are too much and not enough, but then he slowly begins to suck and it’s the most intense sensation you’ve ever experienced. It’s only seconds later that the pleasure blends with a hint of throbbing and you brace yourself for the inevitable. The droplets of milk escaping your nipples quickly turn into a stream of liquid and you rub your thighs together when Din finally puts you out of your misery and sucks harder until you’re filling his mouth with your essence.

You want to tell him how good it feels but you can’t find the words to say anything. You can feel his muscles vibrating with energy, as if he was trying his best to hold back from devouring you altogether. He slips his thigh in between your legs and lets go of your breast, dragging his hand down your back until they grab your ass and push you closer against him. His achingly hard cock rests against your navel and you try to move your hips against him to relieve the pulsating of your cunt. When his hand squeezes your ass, and forces you to rub yourself against his thigh, you cry out his name and push his head into your chest.

“Din- oh maker, Din that feels so good. You feel so kriffing good. But I- I need more. More, please.” You hope he understands what you’re asking but Din doesn’t pay you any mind as he continues to suck on your nipple and gulp loudly as your milk fills his mouth. You give him a few more seconds to recognize your words, but when he doesn’t let go, you tug on his hair to try and get him off of you.

“Mesh’la please, I- I need you. I can’t stop, don’t- don’t make me stop.” Din growls his desires as he bucks his hips into your heat. His cock is hard and heavy against you, and your mouth waters at the prospect of feeling him twitch inside your pussy as he drinks from you.

“Din, I want you. I want to feel you inside me, want you to fuck me. Please, let me make you feel good too. Please Din? I want your cock, want you to cum with me. I can’t- can’t take this anymore.”

“Fuck- fuck you’re already so perfect for me sweet girl. I don’t need- I don’t need to fuck you to feel good.” He whispers as he leaves open-mouthed kisses across your sternum, trying his best not to take your breast in his mouth again and get lost in the taste of you.

“Please Din, fuck me. Fuck me until I can’t feel anything but your mouth and your cock. I just want you, all of you.” Your pleas are music to his ears and before you can plead with him anymore, Din wraps his arms around you and brings you on top of his as he falls back on the bed.

“What-”

“Ride me. I want to watch you ride me as I claim you mesh’la. Want to watch you fall apart as I drink from you.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you don’t bother to say anything else as you roam your hands down his chest and grab his cock. You feel bad for how hard he is, but knowing that you affected him this way without doing much sets you on fire and you don’t waste another minute as you slowly descend down his length. You clench around him as you take him inch by inch, and as soon as he bottoms out, you fall against his chest and seek his lips.

His tongue holds the taste of your milk still, and although you should feel a little bit disgusted at tasting yourself on him, you find that it brings more intimacy to the moment. He swirled his tongue around you, fighting with your lips until you surrender to him completely. Without a warning, Din begins to thrust up into you, his hands holding on to your ass and helping you pull off him a few inches before you fall back again.

“Does that feel good baby? Is this what you wanted…for me to fill your cunt while I milked you dry? Kriffing hell, you feel so warm around me, taking my cock like the good little girl you are. Look at you, such a fucking mess you are cyar’ika. And I barely even started.” He’s relentless in his pace, and you can’t find the strength to respond to him when all you can feel is his cock throbbing inside you as he claimed your cunt.

“Come here sweetheart, let me help you.” You don’t know what he’s talking about until he pushes you off of him a little. Thinking that he might pull out, you try to wrap your arms around him but he doesn’t let you, instead sitting up on the bed and bringing your legs around him until you were seated perfectly in his lap.

“Poor little thing, I’ve neglected this one long enough, don’t you think?” Din holds your other breast in his hand, teasing and pinching your nipple until you can feel small droplets of milk roll down your skin.

“Could spend hours sucking on your breasts cyare, and I wouldn’t get tired from it. Your taste…it’s fucking incredible, like nothing I’ve ever tasted.” You shiver when he leans down and takes the sensitive peak in his mouth. His teeth bite around your nipple a little, making you flinch and lose your pace on top of him. Din doesn’t seem to care that you’ve stopped rolling your hips because he lets go of you to move his palms to your ass. He never once removes his mouth from you though, and you throw your head back in ecstasy when he begins to control your movement while drinking from you. The stinging sensation of the milk leaving your nipple drives you crazy but you refuse to say anything to him, not when he was bringing you this much pleasure.

As you dig your nails into his shoulders, Din begins to falter in his pace, and you call his name over and over again when you take notice of the shift in his touches. The head of his cock continues to rub deliciously against that sweet spot inside you and it’s only then that you notice how deep he’s going. He’s not thrusting into you anymore, just moving your hips around so he could fill you more and more. You can tell that he’s enjoying the wetness you’re unintentionally creating between the two of you, and if you weren’t so busy relishing in the softness of his tongue, you would have noticed how much he liked feeling your skin slide against his own the more your other breast leaks down your bodies.

“I’m so close, don’t stop. Please, Din- keep going. Keep touching me.” A familiar sensation creeps down your spine, and you grip his shoulders tightly when he groans and pulls you closer to him. He reluctantly lets go of you, and you hiss in shock when Din bites down on your shoulders he bucks up into you.

“Beautiful girl, I want you to come for me. Come on my cock and drench me. Come with me mesh’la.” You melt into him as he pushes his cock deeper inside you, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning down to kiss his skin. Din swears beneath his breath as you nip at his jaw, calling out your name like a prayer the more you kiss his heated flesh.

“Din, c-come in me. Please, I- I want to feel you everywhere.”

Your words are all he needs to let go, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck as he pushes into your heat a few times before he falls over the edge. Din moans and growls like a starved man as he comes. You shiver and clench tightly around him when you feel hot strings of his seed fill you up, the warmth of his cock signaling your own release soon after. The two of you hold onto each other firmly, not bothering to let go until Din’s cock softens and slips out of you. You hiss in unison at the loss of each other, and Din leans down to lick across your sternum when you finally let go of his shoulders and slip your arms down his sides.

“Little star, is this what you wanted?” His voice is hoarse, and you nod at him immediately, unsure of whether you can give him a proper answer if you tried to speak.

“Fuck, after all of that, you still got some left.” You’re not sure what Din is referring to until you feel his hand grasp the hair at the nape of your neck and pull on it until you’re exposed to him again. As soon as you feel his lips kiss your nipples, you sigh his name and shudder at his touch.

“There, all done.” He unwraps one arm from around you and slides it to the front of your body to spread your wetness across your skin. It’s filthy how much he craves you but it turns you on regardless. When he’s satisfied with the mess he’s made of you, he slowly falls back against the bed with you on top of him. You try to move to his side but Din doesn’t let you, his hands pushing down on you lower back to prevent you from going anywhere.

“Stay.”

“But I-” You raise your head to tell him that you’re too heavy but Din doesn’t give you a chance to utter another word.

“Please, stay.”

The desperation in his tone is enough to root you in your place and you hum in agreement before you rest your head in the space between his neck and his jaw.

“Thank you.” You break the silence after a while, and almost huff in irritation when Din pretends that he didn’t just help you through your pain.

“What for sweetheart?”

“For taking care of me.” A moment of silence passes between the two of you, and you nuzzle closer into him when his hands roam up and down your body until one hand rests on your neck and massages the tension in between your shoulder blades.

“It’s my pleasure, believe me.” You can hear the smile he’s giving you and although you want to ask him what this means for the two of you, you say nothing, wanting to commit this moment to memory. Although you want to stay awake for a while longer to feel his warmth engulf you, the slow rise and fall of his chest puts you to sleep soon after and before you know it, you’re dreaming of gentle touches and rough kisses, sensations you never thought you could experience in your lifetime.

Not until you met Din.

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