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prettiestlovergirl · 3 months

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DISCONNECTED

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; semi-public sex; teasing; almost getting caught; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it); oral fixation! reader; family friend! luke castellan.

concept: going on vacation to your family's beach house with your favorite family friend. song: disconnected by 5sos.

a/n: oh how i love family friend luke castellan. also, sex in a bikini. that is definitely a plus. for pool house context, i'm imagining one like slightly smaller than the one in the OC. this is supersuper unedited. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

when your mom informed you that the castellan's were joining you guys for your yearly spring break trip to your family's beach house, you'd been fucking ecstatic.

you played it cool in front of your mom, of course. just smiled and said it sounded fun, you couldn't wait to see them again and catch up. you had to play it cool, telling your mom you were looking forward to catching up with mind-blowing sex was not an option.

unfortunately for you both, you hadn't gotten a moment alone. there was always a sibling or parent interfering in every single private moment the two of you had.

until today, that is.

you had resigned yourself to having an orgasm-free vacation, deciding to instead spend as much time as possible in the pool, the cool water acting like a giant cold shower.

you got up early, hoping to relish in some of the silence at the pool without any smaller kids running around. you figured you were the only one awake, so you had no issues wearing one of your smaller bikinis.

you'd been in the middle of placing your sunglasses on your face when you suddenly felt two hands wrap around your waist. you yelped in surprise, hand flying over your heart when you heard a familiar laugh in your ear.

"jesus, luke! you scared the shit out of me!" you huffed, smacking his chest roughly while he continued to laugh at your surprise. god, you didn't realize how much you missed his laughter against your skin.

"'m sorry, 'm sorry." luke grinned, pressing a quick kiss behind your ear before he went on. "let me make it up to you?" he hummed suggestively, hands lightly squeezing your hips.

"knowing our luck, someone's gonna wake up right now and cockblock me." you grumbled, biting your lip as he started pressing soft kisses along your neck that made you shiver despite the april heat.

"then let's go into the pool house. no one'll think to check there first." he hummed, nipping at your skin hard enough to make your breath hitch. you finally relented, just nodding your head. you didn't trust your voice not to come out all breathy.

luke led the two of you to the small pool house, locking the door behind you before pouncing almost immediately. his lips met yours in a hungry kiss, drawing out a desperate whine from you.

it had been far too fucking long since you'd had his lips on yours like this, it had been pure fucking torture having him be so close for this past week and be unable to touch him.

your hands roamed all over his bare chest, desperate to feel every inch of his skin, feeling for any new scars or marks he'd gotten since the last time you'd seen him.

"fuck, i wanna take my time with you, but there's no time." he murmured against your lips, groaning softly against you. you tightened your grip on him, gently grinding your hips against the bulge in his swim trunks.

"s'okay, don't care, just fuck me." you moaned, relishing in the feel of his skin against yours. he grunted as your hips rolled against him, quickly pushing you back towards the white chaise lounge in the center of the room.

he helped you lay back against the pillow, not once pulling his lips off of yours. he'd waited far too long to bruise your lips with his, he didn't plan on breaking until he absolutely needed to.

you laid against the pillow, one leg bent up on the chaise lounge while the other hung off the side so you'd be spread open for him, just like he wanted.

luke moved one of his hands down, slipping it under the fabric of your bikini. he rubbed his finger over your entrance, moaning at just how fucking wet you were for him already. it was certainly good to know you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

finally, he broke the kiss and you whined as he pulled away, despite the fact that you were now practically gasping for air. "need you to hold this to the side, baby" he told you, panting lightly before pressing his lips to your throat.

you brought your hand down, pulling the small strap of fabric covering your aching pussy to the side and holding it there. he ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips, taking another mental picture of how fucking gorgeous you looked all spread open for him.

if he had it his way, he'd just bury his tongue in you right then and there, but there was no time. "never gonna get tired of this sight." he informed you, his free hand bringing his throbbing cock out from his swim trunks.

he lined himself up to your glistening pussy before thrusting inside of you, drawing moans out of you both on impact. your back arched against the chaise, mouth open as you felt the delicious sting of your walls stretching to fit him.

you'd think that after the amount of times you two had fucked, he'd fit without much of a struggle, but alas, here you were. "fuck, baby." luke groaned, hands moving back to grip your hips tightly.

"fuck, luke, give me your fingers, need to muffle." you moaned, eyes focused on him while he started to thrust into you. he did as you asked, releasing the grip on your hip with one hand and letting you grab hold.

he started thrusting fast and hard, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned out before bringing three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked and swirled your tongue around the digits, making him groan as his eyes watched.

"god, you look so fucking hot like that." he grunted, his pace picking up more as you looked at him. the feeling of your cunt gripping him like a vice and your tongue coating his fingers in your saliva spurred him on.

"harder" you moaned around his fingers as he fucked you, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. your voice came out muffled and wet, drool and spit slipping down chin as he moved faster into you.

you let out more muffled moans, hips bucking up to meet his every thrust as he fucked into you. your foot stayed up on the tips of your toes, body buzzing with the attention it craved for so long.

luke's eyes were fixed solely on where you two were joined together, watching the way his cock got lost amongst your soaked walls again and again.

your arousal created a thick, creamy white ring around the base of his cock that he fucking relished in. he just couldn't take his eyes off you, the way your pussy clenched every time he moved out and fluttered when he shoved back in.

"fuck, g'na cum!" you moaned, mouth hanging open with his fingers still in your mouth. he started fucking into you even faster, wrapping your bent leg around his waist to go even deeper into you.

"hold on just a little longer, baby, fuck, just a little longer" he grunted, grip on your body tightening so he could fuck into you harder, getting close to cumming himself.

"shit, shit, fuck!" you cried out as your legs quivered around him until you finally came, drenching his cock in your pussy juices and creating a loud, wet slapping noise as he continued to fuck you rough and fast.

"oh, fuck, c'mon, fuck, cum for me, luke, please, want to see you cum" you moaned out, your hips bucking up once again to meet his thrusts and take him in deeper to help him get closer.

"oh, fuck, do that again" luke demanded, eyes closing as you bucked your hips up again to meet his thrusts until he quickly pulled out of you.

he wrapped his hand around his cock, fisting it immediately before cumming on your stomach with a groan. "fuck, babe..." he panted, the two of you slumped in silence for a moment.

he pulled his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva trailing behind them as he swiped them through his cum on your chest. wordlessly, you pulled his hand back up to your lips, cleaning the cum off his fingers while he watched with rapt attention.

he'd been about to say more when he heard the doorknob start to jiggle. "luke? is that you?" your dad's voice called, snapping you instantly out of your dizzy post-orgasm haze. you quickly grabbed your towel, wiping your chest off.

"yeah! what's up?" luke called, looking at you with wide eyes as he started to quickly put his dick back in his shorts. "have you seen y/n?" your dad questioned, making your eyes widen.

"uh.. yeah! yeah, she went down to the beach like twenty minutes ago. wanted some alone time, i think!" he lied, biting his lip gently. "oh, alright."

he waited until your dad's footsteps trailed off before letting out a sigh of relief. "shit, that could have been bad." he murmured, glancing back over at the door.

you let out a giggle as you slumped back down against the chaise lounge, biting your cheek to try and stop your smile as he glared at you.

"so, now that he's gone... round two?"

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withabroken-heart · 20 days

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I’M STARTING TO COME UNDONE

chuuya x f! reader

smut, angst, themes of alcohol, oral (fem receiving), spanking, hair pulling, themes of a toxic relationship

minors DNI (ageless blogs will be blocked)

your love with chuuya is like a drug. harmful, painful, and something you always come back to.

a/n: 5sos is weird for me bc my ex introduced me to them so it’s bittersweet when i listen to them. but i love their music and this song so wtvr <3

a/n: taking a break from all the swift fics lol

why do we go to things we know are bad for us?

chuuya knew his drinking was bad for him. he knew he relied on alcohol too much, needing more and more to get him through his darkest days. the drinks were both his salvation and greatest enemy; but he was a man of the mafia. he had seen the darkest dark, the most evil of the world. if a couple shots of tequila, two glasses of wine, and a double shot of whiskey could take the weight away for even a moment, then fuck it.

chuuya was like your alcohol.

he hurt you, hurt you heart like a liquid poison being absorbed by your body. but like an addiction, you kept crawling back- and kept hating yourself for it. you kept coming back if it meant savouring a second of bliss before being tormented for an eternity. being involved in the mafia was miserable. having an ability felt like a curse. and every day, you walked through the nights bestowed upon by your life of crime. chuuya was your light. a burning, sickishly green light that made you sick.

chuuya used substances, and chuuya was your substance.

tonight was no exception.

“you’re so bad for me.” you stated out between kisses, almost as if pressing your lips to his would prevent you from speaking the whole truth. it was the truth, and chuuya knew it. but right now he only cared about making out with you, not about how horrible it would be in the long run. “you’re gonna make me regret this.”

“fuck, i know.” chuuya hissed while his lips moved down to your neck, sucking dark red hickeys onto your delicate skin. his gloved hands eagerly teared away your dress, pressing you down onto the bed. he found his way in between your legs, his hips grinding against you eagerly. your hands flew to the back of his head, running through the ginger locks as he went down on you. “just shut up and let me fuck you.”

chuuya trailed hot, possessive kisses down your body, nipping at your tender flesh. a deep groan rumbled in his chest as he reached your already glistening clit, his tongue darting out to tease yout sensitive folds. you waste no time moaning in response, a buzzing feeling in your chest travelling down to in-between your thighs. he gripped your already trembling thighs over his shoulders, burying his face deeper between your legs. his skilled tongue your sensitive spots well, and he left no part of you untouched.

chuuya lapped and sucked with a relentless hunger, tightening his grip on your thighs like he was a starved man. he let out a satisfied moan as he felt your legs shake, tongue flicking at you and eliciting more desperate cries from you. your mind grew heavy with euphoria, your orgasm bound to wash over you at any moment like a tsunami. you writhed in the sheets, but you knew chuuya- you knew he wasn’t just going to let you have it.

“f-fuck, don’t stop..” you breathlessly begged as chuuya climbed on top of you. he took your wrists and pinned them beside your head, admiring the way your half-lidded eyes and your hair sprawled out on the pillow. your arousal dripped from chuuya’s lips, and his blue eyes looked ready to ravish you further. you felt his the tip of his throbbing cock press against your clit, and you whined. you could already feel yourself clenching around him. nothing mattered now, the only thing you cared about was chuuya fucking you so good everyone knew what you were doing. the feeling of pleasure was so much better than the reality of your relationship.

he wasted no time pushing his cock into you, biting down on your shoulder as he felt your tight, wet walls constrict around his length. he slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt of your tight heat. you felt your fingers shiver with nothing to grab onto, chuuya making sure to keep you restricted. chuuya grimaced as you screamed his name like a choir, his hips crashing against your body with animalistic fervor. a desperate gleam shone in his eyes as he watched your face contort in a mix of ecstasy and pleasure.

“f-fuck, you feel so good around my cock like that baby.. fuck! yeah, just like that.” chuuya released punishing grip from your hands to move down to your thighs, landing a few punishing spanks to your ass as he fucked up. you threw your head back, screaming as the sting manifested itself as pleasure. your mind and body were buzzing, watching as chuuya’s cock disappeared into your heat over and over again. he fit in your perfectly, nothing else could feel like this.

you were unable to speak, but chuuya wasn’t going to ask you anyway. he grabbed you by the hair, flipping you over onto your stomach. your mind too blank to protest, you felt as he grabbed your hips and pulled it upwards, positioning his cock back inside of you. he pressed your face into the pillow, muffling your screams as he continued to fuck you from a new angle. his hips snapped forward in a brutal, relentless rhythm, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room.

chuuya continued to unleash a series of sharp, stinging slaps against your round, exposed ass. the sound of skin striking skin mingled with your desperate cries muffled into the pillow. he leaned down, whispering something incoherent in your ear. your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pure euphoria, ready to cum around his cock at any moment.

“oh, fuck.” chuuya moaned.

he felt his climax approaching. with a few more savage thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and unleashed his hot, pulsing release deep within your quivering depths. a breathless, triumphant smirk crossed his lips as he savored the feeling of their body clenching around him, watching as his and your cum dripped out of you. you continued to shake, clenching around nothing as chuuya slowly pulled out of you.

he fell to your side, pulling you in closer to him. the shackles of your orgasm still weighed you down, barely able to speak. but what could you say?

your heavy eyes looked up at chuuya’s face. though there were remnants of pleasure, what remained was pain. he’d be gone by the morning.

you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, kissing your head as you began to drift off. the morning after always felt like a stab in the gut. knowing that he was going to break you all over again burned in your heart.

but you’d always come back. and he’d wait with open arms.

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fvllingflower · 1 year

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No Shame

pairing: idol!wonwoo afab!reader

genre: smut

warnings: making out, cursing, boob play, boob sucking, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (actually use protection!), aftercare

song recommendation: no shame by 5sos

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Wonwoo had a concert today and he of course gave you tickets. He knew you enjoyed supporting him and the guys. Once you got changed into your outfit for the concert, you sent Wonwoo a photo of yourself. He seem to enjoy your outfit. You were wearing black tennis skirt and a tight t-shirt. You got to the concert and as you were sitting down in your chair at the concert, you were texting Wonwoo, telling him you can't wait.

The concert started and you were so excited. You were screaming and cheering for the guys. You filmed the guys performance and them announcing who they are along with taking pictures of Wonwoo. He looked so pretty, you love him so much. The performance unit started performing and when Wonwoo was changed he messaged you asking if you're enjoying the show so far. Of course you were, you enjoy their music and love seeing their talent.

Hours pass and now it was getting towards the end of the show. Snap Shoot started playing and quickly the camera man found you. You started dancing very shyly and the members were "yelling" at you that you can do better than that. So you started getting more hyped and dancing with more energy. You could see Wonwoo was smiling and laughing as you danced.

The concert finally ended and you went back stage to see your boyfriend. You said hi to the guys. Mingyu and Seokmin were recreating your dance which made you laugh. As you were laughing, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You turned your head to see Wonwoo smiling wide.

"Okay guys let me have her to myself," He waved the guys away. You turned to face him and smiled at him.

"Did you enjoy the show?" He asked.

"Of course I did, you know I love seeing you guys perform," You responded. He pecked your lips.

"Hey so we're going to go out to eat, are you two tagging along?"Jihoon asked.

"Mhm no, we'll order something later, I just wanna get in bed," Wonwoo smiled and Jihoon chuckled.

"Okay, you two have fun," He walked away.

"You ready to go?" Wonwoo asked and you nodded.

He held your hand as you two walked out and into the van. During the drive to the hotel, Wonwoo kept his hand on your thigh and just kept rubbing it. You looked at him but he was staring out the window. You sighed in defeat and rested your head on Wonwoo. You guys got to the hotel and he followed you to your room.

"What you doing stalker?" You asked as he shut your door and you took your shoes off.

"Following my girlfriend," He smiled and walked towards you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him once more.

"Is that so?" You mumbled and he hummed in agreement. You two started kissing, one kiss after another. He pulled away from you and sat in the bed. You crawled into bed and climbed onto his lap. He just grinned as he held your waist.

You two started kissing again this time with more passion. His hands started running up and down your sides. Your hand cupped his face as you continued to kiss him, but now you licked his bottom lip and inserted your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues started fighting for dominance. His hands slowly slid up your body and cupped your breasts. You decided to take your shirt off and throw it to the ground. Wonwoo looked delighted to see you in a skirt and your bra now. He started kissing and sucking your skin. Tiny moans came from your mouth as Wonwoo continued squeezing your boobs like they were stress toys. He pressed delicate kisses down your sternum and as he did you felt him grip the clasp on your bra. He unhooked your bra and threw your bra across the room. He kissed your tits softly before taking one mound into his mouth. His tongue was playing with your nipple and he suddenly bit your nipple making you moan loudly.

"Fuck!" You gripped his hair as he switched the other boob giving it the same affection.

You grabbed the hem of Wonwoo's shirt and stripped it off of him and threw it onto the floor. You started kissing down his neck and soon started sucking his sweet skin. You got up, bent over with your ass in his face as you pulled your skirt off along with your panties. He couldn't help but smack your ass. You turned around and looked at him.

"Oh god, you're so fucking perfect," He groaned in pleasure. He got up and let you sit on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees and got in between your legs.

"Can I eat you out?" He asked shyly. You smiled at him.

"God please do," You whined. With that he licked a strip against your clit, causing you to throw your head back. He started licking and sucking your folds. You gripped his hair roughly making him groan, the vibrations adding more pleasure. It felt like he was making out with your cunt. Suddenly you heard a knock on your door.

"Y/N?" You recognized Shua's voice.

"Y- yeah," You held back your whines.

"Is Wonwoo with you?" He asked.

"Mhm— yeah," You tried to keep yourself together as Wonwoo continued to eat you up like he was starved.

"Oh okay, well we're going to sleep so good night," You could tell Shua was smiling.

"Good night Shua," You replied. You're pretty sure he walked away. You let out soft whines as Wonwoo continued. He added his fingers to the mix of pleasure. You were close to shutting your legs on his head but he held you legs open by your thigh and he would squeeze the flesh as he devoured you. He was pumping two fingers in and out of your greedy cunt as he ate you up even when you released on his face, he licked you clean. He looked up at you and his face looked like a mess which made you giggle.

"Come here," He pulled you into a kiss and you could taste yourself against his lips. He stood up and pulled his pants and underwear off. You couldn't help but stare at how big he was, big and thick, of course you seen it many times but every time you just stare. You laid in bed and he climbed on top of you.

"Spread your legs for me baby," You listened and spread them as much as possible. He lined up with your hole and he thrusted into you slowly making you moan loud but you quickly covered your mouth. He didn't seem to notice at first cause he was so focused on thrusting at the right pace until he looked up at you to make sure you were enjoying it.

"Baby let me hear your pleasure, let them hear it, let them know how good I'm fucking you, yeah?" He whispered as he pulled your hand away from your mouth and held your hand. He started thrusting fast and rough. You were turning into a mess underneath him. You felt so bad for the guys hearing you but it felt so good. He was fucking you so rough you thought you would snap in half. You wrapped your legs around his waist making him sink deeper into you. He kept pounding into you like his life depended on it.

"Oh fuck Wonwoo," You almost screamed.

"That's it baby let them who this pussy belongs to," He smirked as you continued to be loud. He put your boob in his mouth and was making out with it. He bit your nipple and tugged on it. He suddenly slapped your boob and then squeezed it.

"Oh shit Wonwoo!" You moaned loudly. He continued to fuck your brains out. He was hitting every right place to make you lose your mind in pleasure.

"Such a perfect pussy," He grunted as he pounded into you harder. He put one leg on his shoulder to make it easier to fuck your brains out. This has to be one of his favorite sightings; your boobs bouncing, your hands clawing the bed, your mouth gapped open with pleasure, he loved how fucked up you look whenever he pounds your brains out. It didn't take much longer till you started to feel your stomach tighten.

"Wonwoo— I'm going to cum," You whined.

"It's okay baby, cum for me," He spoke softly. Your legs tremble as you released your arousal all on his dick. It didn't stop Wonwoo, he continued fucking your brains out until he filled your hole up. He pulled out and laid beside you, as you two caught your breath. He got up, and went into the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and cleaned you up. He pressed soft kisses across your face as he expressed how good you did.

"I'm going to go into my room real quick and grab some clothes, okay?" He informed you as he put his clothes back on. He left the room and entered his hotel room.

"I'm fucking traumatized from that," Mingyu exclaimed. Wonwoo just laughed.

"You're acting like this is the first time you heard me have sex," Wonwoo was grabbing his clothes.

"Yeah but I didn't know those people you fucked, but I know Y/N!" Mingyu spat.

"You're dramatic," He laughed as he walked out the room. He opened the door and you wobbled out the bathroom.

"You brought your whole suitcase?" You smiled.

"Yeah... why are you still naked? You want a second round," He smirked.

"No! I swear you almost broke me," He cupped your face and kissed you softly.

"I'm sorry baby, do you want me to massage your legs?" He asked and you shook you head.

"It's fine," You wobbled towards the bed and fell half way. He ran towards you and picked you up and sat you on the bed.

"I'll bring you some clothes," He smiled. He went to your suitcase and grabbed some underwear and handed it to you. He stood up and pulled his t-shirt off and handed it to you to wear. You put the clothes on and Wonwoo changed into something to sleep in as well.

You sat up against the bed frame as Wonwoo went to your thighs and started massaging your muscle. Once he finished help ease the tension in your thighs, he laid down next to you and you rested your head on his chest. You enjoyed moments with him, cuddled up, warm, and safe.

"I love you," You whispered to him. You noticed him softly smile.

"I love you too," He kissed your lips.

#jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo smut #wonwoo thots #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader

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bratzforchris · 8 months

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helloooo :) could you write a dom!luke with fem!reader where luke gets the idea of recording your moans while fucking and trying to get them sampled into a song and it’s just like really hardcore sex and stuff??

Five Sauce

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — What starts as goofing off with your bandmates ends in something much, much more (Kinktober Day 17)

Pairing — 5sos (dom!ash, dom!cal, switch!luke, sub!michael) x female and band member!reader

Word Count — 3.3k

Content Warnings — Smut, group hookup, strong language, doggy style with multiple members, missionary, oral (m and f receiving), spanking every so often, handjobs, overstimulation, sub punishment by dom, orgasm denial, overall filth :3

Note — Well, I definitely strayed from this prompt a bit, but I hope you love it anyways! Please request in my ask box if you'd like the same thing, but solo Luke centric. I figured this counted as some good ole' hardcore smut >:> Also, please note that my writing does not reflect 5 Seconds of Summer in real life in any shape or form. This is for entertainment only.

DNI under 18 please :)

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“You’ve actually never had a threesome, Y/N?” Calum asked you. “No offense, but you’re kinda a whore.” he laughed.

“Shut up,” You said, throwing a pillow towards him. “Some of us aren’t kinky fucks.”

“I mean, he didn’t lie.” Luke shrugged.

You chuckled, kissing Luke’s cheek. Luke was definitely your closest thing to a partner, but there was definitely some erotic tension within the band. You’d shared makeouts with all, and sometimes two of, the boys, but you hadn’t done anything further than that with anyone besides Luke.

“Who here thinks Y/N should have a threesome or moresome?” Michael asked, ever the kinky one.

The band was currently over at Ashton’s house, trading song ideas and lyrics for the upcoming album, CALM. Somehow, probably because of the talk over Wildflower, the topic of conversation had changed from the album to sex. You didn’t mind, if anything, you rather enjoyed it. You’d been in the kink scene for a while, and the talk of having a hookup with more than one person excited you.

“Oh, I absolutely do,” Ashton said finally, gnawing on his lip. “She needs it.”

“Says who?” You asked. “You?”

Luke snorted. “You know Ashton loves to be in control.”

“I dunno, Luke. You weren’t saying that after the Youngblood release party,” Calum scooted closer to the blond. “I definitely wrote ‘I love the way you’re screaming my name’ about that.”

Luke flushed, burying his face in your side. You knew he hooked up with the other guys every now and then, and for some reason, the thought turned you on more than it annoyed you. The blond was more often your dom than your sub, and the idea of him submitting to someone else was a very pretty image.

“Fine,” You said, cutting right to the chase. “I’ll do it. But you guys have to help.” You chuckled, watching as their faces dropped.

“Are you actually serious right now?” Michael asked, his dick hardening at the scene that was practically dangling in front of his face.

“I am,” You nodded solemnly. “What? You guys are hot. Just because you’re my bandmates doesn’t mean I can’t say that.”

Michael moaned, laying himself on top of you and Luke, placed perfectly so that you could both feel his raging hard-on. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

“You’re a slut, Michael.” Calum chuckled before leaning in to softly suckle on Michael’s pale, milky neck while using his right hand to slowly palm Luke’s lap.

The scene in front of you was already making your pussy throb with excitement and you crossed your legs, watching it unfold. Before you knew it, Ashton had come to sit beside you on his large, L-shaped couch.

“Not participating in the fun, Y/N?” he asked you. “This is about you, y’know.” he hummed in your ear, voice husky.

“Oh,” You moaned softly as Ashton ran his hand up and down your thigh. “Um.”

Michael and Luke looked at you when they heard you moan. Being a bit more sublike than Ashton and Calum, they were eager to please you. Luke pulled slightly away from Calum, just enough to run his tongue across your jawline and lips, slowly inserting into your mouth and beginning to make out with you. By this point, all five of you were touching each other somehow; the whole scene was definitely leading to something more, hence why Ashton stood up suddenly, hands on hips.

“Luke, Michael, Y/N. Bedroom, now. We’ll be with you in a minute.” he said, nodding towards Calum and asserting his “dom” voice that you’d heard stories about.

Michael immediately scampered off, eager to have someone dom him and take control, but you and Luke hung back a bit, eyeing each other.

“Are you two deaf?” Calum asked. “Go.”

“What if I wanna dom?” Luke asked as he licked his lips, ever the brat.

“Gee, Luke,” Ash hummed nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you in front of Y/N, now would I?”

Luke blushed a bright pink, looking over at you. “I promise I’m a switch.”

“Yeah, like 20% of the time,” Calum snorted. “Now go.”

You both looked at each other and giggled a bit. You took the blond’s hand and led him to Ashton’s large master bedroom. Your face was already flushed and your sex was throbbing at the thought of watching Luke get punished by either Ashton or Calum. Michael had already propped himself up with a few silken pillows, completely naked and panting heavily as he tried to refrain from touching himself.

“You really are a pro at being a whore, aren’t you?” You asked him.

Michael nodded his head, whining softly. “Mmmmm, Luke.” he moaned.

Luke laid down on the bed, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down. “Awww, you want me to fuck you and have Y/N watch? Wanna get humiliated in front of the hot girl?” he asked, trailing his fingers up and down Michael’s bare thighs.

The green eyed-boy nodded, looking up at Luke through his lashes. “Uh huh.”

You blushed, kissing Luke’s neck. “Go on. Do it. Humiliate him.” You smirked.

Luke turned towards you, pausing his seducing of Mike. “You need to be a good girl first. Strip.” he commanded.

You bowed your head and slowly pulled off your shirt, making sure Luke and Michael were watching. After you had tugged your shirt off, you turned your back so that Luke could unclasp your bra. Once he had done so, Luke tugged off his own clothes, eyeing both you and Michael in a seductive way.

“Help please?” You asked him in a sultry voice, fluttering your lashes.

Luke smirked, landing a smack to your ass before undoing your bra and tossing it onto Michael. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You blushed and then slid your pants off, doing the same thing with your underwear. Within just a few seconds both your panties and your bra were draped across Michael. The whole scene was like something out of a porn, and you knew that Ashton and Calukm would definitely be mad, but that wasn’t stopping the three of you.

“Kneel, Y/N.” Luke said, denying Michael of any attention that he was so desperately whining and moaning for.

You immediately did as Luke asked, blushing. “Yes sir.”

Luke eyed you up and down one time before smirking. “Good girl. Now watch.”

He turned to Michael and began to palm his dick, leaving hickeys across the boy’s pale, milky tummy. You couldn’t help but to feel turned on by the scene, your stomach tightening as you watched Luke’s fingers work Michael’s dick. Michael began to moan, throwing his head back and wiggling against the sheets.

“I know you can do it.” Luke told Michael as he pumped him harder.

You were practically ready to cum yourself as you watched Michael grip handfuls of the sheets in hands as he tried so desperately not to release. Luke wasn’t showing the green eyed boy any mercy and it was hot.

“Oh god, Luke.” he whimpered.

“Ah ah, be good for Y/N.” Luke told him.

Michael whined, wriggling and thrusting his hips. You crossed your legs and bit your lips, knowing you would be next for Luke if you didn’t listen. Even if he was a switch, Luke always pushed you as a dom, but you loved it. Finally, Luke decided he’d had enough of torturing Michael. He gave him one last thrust of the hand before speaking.

“Go ahead, honey. Show Y/N how pretty you are when you cum.” Luke taunted, running his pointer finger down Michael’s tear-stained cheek.

He didn’t need to be told twice; Michael immediately let go, covering his tummy and thighs, as well as Luke’s chest in thick, white ropes of cum. The boy panted as he rode out his high, grasping onto Luke’s forearms.

“Huh huh…” he panted. “Thank you.” he moaned tiredly, smiling up at Luke a sleepy, fucked out smile.

“You’re welcome. Good boy.” Luke cooed, kissing his forehead.

When you heard Luke talk like that, you immediately let out a moan, crawling across the mountain of sheets towards him. “Need you.” You whimpered.

“Did I tell you you could move?” Luke asked, raising a brow.

You shook your head, looking down at the bed. “No, I’m sorry.”

Luke lifted your chin in his hand, glaring down at you. “You will ask me for permission in the future.”

You nodded, a blush speckling your cheeks. “I understand.”

“I think you need a little punishment, honey.” Luke said, as he bent to reach into Ashton’s nightstand.

Despite this not being his house, there had been many hookups in this room, and Luke knew exactly where Ashton kept his condoms. He retrieved one from the drawer, pulling it out of the wrapper and rolling it onto Michael’s still erect cock. The blond nodded between you two before sitting back and crossing his arms.

“Well. Since you two wanted to be so naughty, go for it. I’ll join in when I feel like it.” Luke said with a sneer.

You and Michael looked at each other, before the green-eyed boy eventually bounded across the king sized bed to you.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” he whispered, dipping his head.

“On top.” You commanded Michael, knowing that would leave a way for Luke to join in which you so desperately wanted.

He slowly did as you asked, sliding himself between your wet folds and jerking back instantly, in an almost teasing way. “Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect.” You panted out, so beyond horny.

Suddenly, Michael slammed into you in a way that you didn’t know he was capable of. He began to ride you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back. You quickly joined in, the tightness of your pussy and the way Michael looked so pretty looking down at you making you so much more sensitive than usual.

Before long, you were already near orgasm. His hips continued to grind into yours, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing around the room. You wondered what Ashton and Calum were doing that they hadn’t heard what was going on, but right now, you didn’t care.

“Oh,” You whimpered. “Oh Mike. Gonna cum.”

“Not yet,” Luke said out of the blue, straddling Michael’s hips from behind. “You’re not cumming until I say so. Both of you.”

The blond immediately slammed into Michael’s pretty, pink hole with no lube or condom, making the boy cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The scene was like something out of a pornographic film. Michsel was topping you, panting heavily as Luke edged him, all three of you letting out sensual, seductive moans, whimpers, and pants.

“Gonna cum.” You and Michael cried at nearly the same time.

Luke was also nearing his climax, but he was much more skilled at holding his in and being edged than you two were.

“Go ahead, Y/N. Cum for…” Michael’s sentence was interrupted by the door flying open.

“What is this?” Calum asked, surveying the scene.

Luke immediately pulled out of Michael and kneeled, looking down at the bed. “‘M sorry…” he whispered.

Michael did the same with, quickly covering himself with the sheets and hiding his face in a throw pillow. You straightened up, trying oh-so-desperately to clench your legs. The way the boys had interrupted you three was perhaps the cruelest form of edging there was.

“Save it, Luke. You know what happens to naughty boys.” Ashton sneered, sitting down on the bed and giving Luke’s blond curls a slight tug.

Luke whined, his head becoming fuzzy as he slipped into subspace. Michael was already in his headspace, but the way Calum, who was his regular dom, was looking at him made him sink further and further in.

“I think Luke and Michael need to watch,” Ash stated. “I know they’re the ones that started it. They’re just little sluts, right boys?”

Luke nodded his head slowly, blushing. “Yes, sir.”

Michael didn’t speak, but nodded his head, giggling softly.

“Good job,” Ash patted each of their knees before roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. “As for you.”

He began to make out with you passionately, pinning you to the bed as Calum stroked your inner thighs, exciting your nerves. You had never gone further than a drunken makeout with either of the boys, but you were so horny and so close to cumming at the current moment that they were absolutely turning you on.

“Look at her,” Calum said, placing kisses on your thighs. “So desperate for a cock.”

You moaned into Ashton's kisses, tugging on Calum’s curls. The entire scene was beyond hot. All five of you were spread out across Ashton’s large bed. Luke and Michael were sitting at the foot of it, completely naked and trying not to touch themselves as they watched the doms make out with you. Calum was caressing your thighs with both his hands and his lips, kissing along your slit ever so teasingly.

Ashton had your arms pinned to the bed and was heatedly making out with you, every so often tugging on your hair. “You want me, baby? Want me cock inside your pretty little pussy?”

You whimpered and nodded, tensing and clenching your legs as Calum hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh…”

“I’ll save the best for last. Let Cal have his fun. You two,” he nodded over at Luke and Michael. “Get cleaned up and in pajamas. You’re going to bed without getting off, sweets. That’s what happens when you get Y/N in trouble.” Ashton’s tone was firm, but he did press a kiss to Luke and Michael’s forehead as they trudged into the bathroom.

Ashton leaned back against the headboard and pulled his shirt off, smirking to himself as he watched Calum’s tongue edge closer and closer to your opening. The raven-haired boy crouched fully and slowly began to run his tongue along your folds, licking over your clit.

If there was one thing Calum was famous for in the bedroom, it was not giving a warning. He began to eat out without a word, tongue thrusting in and out of your hole and going over your clit. You locked your legs around his head, crying out.

“Cal. Feels so good.” You nearly hollered.

He smirked, lifting his head up so he could speak. “Need to cum already, princess?”

You nodded your head, gripping the sheets and throwing your head back, deep, throaty moans eliciting from your mouth.

“Not a chance.” he smirked, landing a smack to your ass as he ate you out faster and harder.

By this point, tears were practically streaking down your cheeks. The lingering feeling of being edged earlier, combined with how good Calum’s tongue felt against your sensitive nerves was pushing you over the edge.

“Please, need to cum.” You cried.

“I know you can hold it, baby girl.” he moaned, the vibrations just feeding the feeling even more.

You shoved your face into your hand as you cried, bucking your hips up. Calum was just making you feel so, so good that your brain was overloaded. “Please.”

Eventually, Calum decided he’d had his fun with you. You’d been such a good girl, and for that, you deserved to cum. “Go ahead, baby. Cum all over my face.” he hummed.

You immediately did as told, thrusting closer to him as you let go, your cum coating his face. Calum lifted his head up and smirked, wiping the cream from his eyes. “Good fuckin’ girl. She’s a good one, Ash.” he said to his bandmate as he pulled off his shirt.

You blushed, dipping your head as you caught your breath. “Thank you.”

Ashton smirked, practically ripping off his pants after seeing what a good sub you were. “I want you to watch while I have my fun, Cal. Enjoy yourself.” he chuckled.

Although Calum was also a dom, Ashton had fallen into the role of lead dom for this particular scene. The brown-eyed boy removed his clothes when Ashton spoke, ready to get off on the scene unfolding before his eyes.

The honey blond removed his pants before towering over your exhausted frame on his knees. You blushed as you eyed him up and down, staying a minute on his dick. He was much bigger than Luke and Michael and as you glanced over, bigger than Calum as well.

“Suck.” Ashton demanded.

You moved yourself to your knees, kneeling before Ashton and fluttering your lashes up at him. “Okay.” You smiled shyly.

You put his tip in your mouth, running your tongue over the head. Slowly, you took more and more of Ashton’s cock into your mouth. You were bobbing your head and sucking him off rhythmically, giving him quite good head. Eventually, you reached the back of your throat and tried not to gag. The last bit of Ashton’s ten inch dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth you began to pump with your right hand.

“Good girl.” Ashton moaned, throwing his head back.

You began to bob your head faster and harder, matching the erotic noises coming from Calum’s mouth beside you as he got himself off. By this point, Michael and Luke had returned from the bathroom where they had cleaned themselves up and were watching the current threesome with wide eyes. They were so used to being dommed by Ashton and Calum that although they weren’t getting fucked themselves, watching them fuck you was a treat in itself.

“Oh baby, makin’ me feel so good.” Ash said, tugging on your hair and wiggling his hips.

You looked up at him and tried to smile, giving him one last suck as you felt his dick twitch, indicating his need to cum.

“Gonna cum, Y/N.” he panted.

Ashton pulled your hair tightly one more time before releasing, all of his cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off his dick, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and smiling. You were absolutely exhausted and the feeling of Ashton’s cum coating your throat was making you feel beyond good.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“You’re such a good girl,” Ashton cooed, kissing your forehead.

Just as he said that, Calum reached his own climax and came in his hand, moaning loudly. He smirked as he realized the other four of you had just watched him get off and based by the lustful looks in all of your eyes, you had enjoyed it.

“That’s so hot…” Luke whispered, blue eyes wide.

Ashton pulled a pack of baby wipes out of his nightstand and pulled a few out before passing the pack to Luke. “Help with aftercare, sweet boy.”

The blond began to wipe down Calum’s chest and hand, leaving kisses along his tanned body as Michael wrapped him in a cuddle. Ashton did the same for you, wiping down your mouth and chest, making sure to praise you and leave kisses all over your body. He quickly wiped himself down before laying down and pulling you into his chest.

You two scooted over to where Michael, Luke, and Calum were laying. “Band cuddle,” You giggled sleepily. “Thank you guys. For helping me have my first group hookup.” You chuckled.

“We should get Y/N’s moans sampled into a song,” Luke suggested. “That would sell so many fuckin’ records.”

You giggled softly, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I love you guys. All of you.”

You got a chorus of “I love you, Y/N”’s back, which made you feel so warm inside. You and this band had had nothing but love for each other for the past nine years. Now, you were finally getting to show it in more ways than one, and you couldn’t be happier.

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heedmywarnings · 1 year

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Give Up, Cold Spirit

(Or not)

Part One! Part Two! Part Three! Part Four!

Part Five!

♡!!♡

How long has it been since you've been trapped in this cellar? Mondstadt: The City of Freedom, how fucking ironic.

Nahida spoke to you a few times, but what difference does that make? Reassurance is one thing, but not putting your powers as an Archon to use? That's another thing. Are you being ungrateful? Perhaps, they say that people who hasn't had human interaction start to fuck I don't remember uhm.

Okay stop thinking about political, government-al?? Godly shit, they're gonna slice and dice your head off and that doesn't sound very ideal, no? So better make a planner!

Step 1: Stop Bitching

The first step in escaping a chaotic cult is to stop whining and moaning like a putangina. Stop Sulking you need wake up and gtfo.

OK so the first step was harder than you thought.. anyways, after managing to calm yourself you looked around to analyse your surrounding, the bars were rusted and there seems to be loose bricks in the wall. Beside you are two items which could be of great use to you.

A. A sharp piece of wood

B. Cold miso soup (that a guard dropped off earlier)

Taglist!

@yandere-city

@5sos-wdw

@code-roevember

@candlebathwater

@d4ff0d1l14

@valeriele3

@iruiji

@chuuya-brainrot

Tell me if you wanna get tagged on the sixth seventh part! Also these choices don't happen often if, but I do write your names on my notebook, I might miss some of you though>-<

Excuse my handwriting- if you recognize my handwriting, no you don't.

#genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau x reader

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 10 months

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close to home | chapter forty nine

plot: the reader and Daryl reconnect before trouble brews at Hilltop

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 2,534 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! I am back from my first vacation this week and as promised, a Tuesday update! Boston was so much fun, I saw 5sos and did a whole bunch of shopping and walking around! I hope you all are doing fun stuff this summer

You leaned down and pressed your lips against his. You moved your hand back into his hair, rubbing your finger along his temple as you kissed. You felt his hand squeeze your exposed waist, lighting something in you.

“Daryl…” You mumbled against his lips.

“I know, me too,” He told you.

His kiss grew faster and harder. Your heart started beating quickly, and you felt his hand move to your side, slowly pushing you so you were flat on your back. His rough, calloused hands returned to your exposed skin, and you shivered under his touch.

When his lips moved to your neck, you closed your eyes and tried to commit the feeling to memory. Your hands fisted around his shirt, and you pulled it, and he parted from your neck long enough for you to take it off.

With your hands on his exposed skin, you ran them down his broad shoulders and biceps to his chest, feeling each muscle.

His hands tugged your shirt up, and you leaned up to let him take it off you. Before he even had the chance to come back down to you, you were pulling him by the neck and bringing your bodies back together.

“You sure you wanna?” Daryl asked you quietly.

You nodded quickly. “I wanna feel close to you; I wanna be with you. Daryl, I love you. I have for a while. I should've told you sooner.”

His hands froze, and he looked at you, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. “Ya do?” He asked you.

You nodded. “I do. And for a while. I should’ve told you sooner.” Daryl slowly nodded, and you smiled. “If you feel the same way, I need you to say it. Don’t just nod.”

Daryl bit down on his lip before he kissed your forehead. “I love ya.”

Your smile widened, and you pulled him again to you, kissing him deeply. Your tongue ran against his bottom lip and you took it under your teeth, sucking softly and making him moan quietly.

“Fuck,” He mumbled, grabbing the line of your panties and gently pulling them down your legs. Once removed, you swung your leg to the other side of his kneeling figure while he rid the rest of his clothes.

“I’ll listen when you tell me you’re gonna cum this time,” You gently teased him.

“Shut up,” He told you, hovering over your body.

When you felt him push into you, you grabbed his arms and brought him down so he was entirely on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to control your breathing.

With each thrust, you felt closer and closer to him. You felt like you were home. Like you were really, truly home. Your body was on fire, and you felt tears leak from your eyes at the feeling of him inside you, of how beautiful and marvelous it felt.

“Are ya hurtin’?” Daryl asked you, stopping as he noticed your tears.

“No, no. I’m happy,” You told him breathlessly. “Keep going, please,” You nearly begged.

He kissed your forehead, and you closed your eyes, holding him tightly as he slowly moved in and out. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed in, and you both moaned at the more profound feeling.

The slow, sensual movements were perfect for you. It was precisely what you needed from him. What the both of you need after everything that happened. The physical touch, the intimacy, it said all the words that Daryl couldn’t and the ones you tried to say.

“Can ya tell me again?” Daryl asked you, and you knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I love you,” You moaned, placing your hand on his neck while the other wrapped around his middle. “I love you, Daryl.”

***

Your eyes opened slowly and adjusted to the sunlight streaming into the tent. You blinked a few times and looked around. You were naked, lying underneath the blankets, and when you turned to look at the man sleeping next to you, you knew he was still naked too.

He was sleeping on his stomach, and you gently lowered the blanket to better see the scars on his back. You knew he had them; of course, you did. You’ve known about them since the prison when you walked in on him shirtless. But you didn’t know how he got them. You assumed it came from his father because you picked up on a few odd comments here and there, but you never heard the whole story. Not from him.

You traced the angry, red scars with your fingertips as your heart ached for Daryl. The kind, gentle, sometimes hot head, beautiful man didn’t deserve one ounce of all the bad that’s happened to him.

When you leaned down to kiss his back, he started to stir. You gave him space so he could roll around and stare at you with tired eyes.

“Thought I mighta been hallucinating yesterday,” He said, lips tilting in a smile. It was the same thing you told him months ago when you found him after Terminus.

“You’re not hallucinating.” You scootched down so you were directly across from him. “Was it your dad?”

He knew what you were talking about and slowly nodded.

“Why?”

“He was nothin’ but a drunk. Merle got the worst of it, but when he left…” His voice trailed off.

You moved until you were chest to chest and reached behind, rubbing your hand down his back. “If I was there, I would’ve kicked his ass.”

Daryl snorted.

“I would’ve knocked him out with one punch,” You said. “I bet you don’t believe me, but I would’ve.” Daryl finally chuckled, and you knew you had succeeded.

“Oh, I believe ya,” Daryl said, leaning in and kissing you good morning.

“My, my. You’re the most touchy I think I’ve ever seen me,” You gently poked his chest, and he swatted your hand away.

“Had a lotta time to think, and all I wanted to do was touch ya. Hold ya hand. Told myself if I got you again, I would.”

You pressed your hand flat against his chest. “You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“It don’, it never did. Just not used to it. I don’ like the way people look at me when I’m with ya.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”

He chewed on his bottom lip. “I could tell they thinkin’ why ya with me.”

You immediately shook your head and pushed him backward, lying half on his chest, and giving him a long kiss. When you finally parted, you whispered against his lips. “If anyone looks at you like that, you tell me, and I’ll knock ‘em out.”

Daryl laughed, really laughed. “Ya jokes gonna be the death of me one day.”

“As long as I go first, old man.”

***

When you heard Kal hitting the pipes and yelling that the saviors were coming, you went into a panic. You were helping one of the residents with the chicken coop, and you couldn’t find your people.

“(Y/N)!”

You turned when you heard Enid’s voice. “Daryl. Maggie,” You said.

“Hidden, come on, we gotta get you hidden.” She yelled, grabbing your hand.

She led you to one of the trailers and practically pushed you to the ground. The trailer was missing the back parts and propped up with a few bricks, and there was just enough room for you to crawl under.

“Are you going to be okay?” You asked her as you heard the gates opening.

“Yes, hurry!”

You crawled underneath the trailer, pulling yourself through dirt and a little bit of mud. You cringed at the wet, thick feeling of it. You knew it had already soaked into your shirt, but still, you pushed forward to where there was more dead grass.

There was a bit of space for you to look out, and you saw it was Simon’s group of men. He was one of the people you avoided altogether at the Sanctuary. The fact that he was here meant that he was looking for you and Daryl; it had to be.

You stayed under the trailer for a while, watching as the saviors poked and prodded and, of course, talked to Gregory. But finally, they all started gearing towards the door, and when they left, you sighed in relief and started to crawl out.

“Pst."

When you looked up, Daryl was standing above you. “A little help?” You asked, reaching out a hand. He grabbed it and helped you to your feet.

“Ya a mess."

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly plan on crawling through mud.” You jibbed. “You okay?”

He nodded, “Go wash up."

“No, I was just gonna stay like this all day,” You replied, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be thinking of you,”

Daryl gruffed, but you could see his cheeks redden and you laughed as you walked away.

***

You were lying in your tent with Tora, reading a book you’d stolen from the house. It was close to sunset, and you were exhausted after the day. It reminded you of helping out at your uncle on the farm. Something you never thought you’d say you missed.

The tent opened, and you jumped.

“Sasha and Rosita are gone,” Maggie told you.

You followed her outside the tent. “What do you mean, gone?”

“Enid said that they’re going after Negan,” Maggie said.

Your stomach dropped, and you grabbed your weapons from inside your tent. “Let me guess, Daryl wants to go after them.”

“I got you before he left."

You shook your head and followed her towards the gate, where Daryl was headed. You knew how agitated he was and had a bad feeling about Rosita and Sasha.

“You ready?”

Daryl looked at you and shook his head. “Shoulda known,”

“I don’t want you guys going out there,” Maggie said, “If you get caught…”

“We won’t.” You reassured your cousin and gave her a quick hug. “It’s almost dark, and we know the way.”

***

Hours later, you, Daryl, and Rosita walked slowly toward Alexandria. It was near dawn, and you were exhausted and devastated that Sasha was gone. You hoped Negan wouldn’t kill her, but you had no way of knowing, and it was a hard pill to swallow.

Rosita was more angry than pissed, and so was Daryl. You tried not to look at him every five seconds but were worried about him. You were worried about Rosita too.

When you saw the gates to your old home, your chest stirred, and you felt yourself walking a bit faster. You’d missed the reunion between everyone earlier in the week, and you were anxious and excited to see your family.

Gabriel was on watch, had the gate opened within a few seconds, and smiled at the three of you. You hugged him and reassured him that you were okay and that Daryl was fine. And that you were ready to fight with them--which he seemed more than ready himself.

Rosita went off alone, and you and Daryl walked to your house. Since it was dawn and you knew everyone was asleep, you quietly made something to eat while Daryl went to take a shower.

You heard movement upstairs and knew that someone was up. You smiled to yourself as you finished making food. It was nothing special, just old oatmeal at the back of the pantry.

You were eating some when the first person walked downstairs, and your smile as Michonne gapped at you.

“I made breakfast; you hungry?”

Michonne walked quickly over to you and hugged you tight. Her shoulders were shaking, and you knew that she was crying. When she pulled away, she started laughing, and you also joined her with teary eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” She said, hugging you again.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned at the sound of your name and cried when you saw Rick. Michonne stepped aside so you could hug him.

“How did you… when did you…?” Rick asked you when you parted.

As the three of you ate--and then Daryl joined a few minutes later--you told them a vague story about what happened. You didn’t want to go into details, but you told them enough. Then they filled you in on what happened here.

Spencer was dead. Olivia was dead. And Eugene was taken. Tara was back from the two-week run without Heath. No one knew where he was, so everyone assumed he was dead. Today, a group was going out to a new community Tara had found, Oceanside, and Rick asked if the two of you would like to join.

Of course, you said yes.

***

You felt like Oceanside was a disaster, but you got the guns in the end. You wished you’d left on better terms, and you hoped and prayed that you’d be able to bring back good news. The idea of camping out at the beach sounded terrific.

When you returned to Alexandria, you thought your day was finished. But when Dwight showed up, asking to work with you all, it threw you for a loop. Daryl wanted to kill him, but Rick stopped him, and then Daryl stopped Tara. Dwight could be helpful.

When you’d gotten everything you could’ve from Dwight, you made Daryl come home for the night. The two of you had been up for the past two days, and with tomorrow being what it was, you needed to get your rest.

You were asleep before your hand hit the pillow.

***

When your eyes opened the next morning, you knew today would be the day. You felt it in your heart and bones. Things would be different after today. You would win, or you would lose.

You turned on your side and looked at Daryl, still sleeping. It was early; you could tell from the light coming into the window. Your back was aching from sleeping on the uncomfortable ground, despite having done that for a long time. His hair covered his eyes, and you carefully brushed it backward.

He was so handsome when he slept.

You leaned over and kissed his broad shoulder before carefully slipping out from under the covers and heading towards the closet to grab some clothes before quickly showering.

Daryl was still sleeping when you were out, so you snuck upstairs, where Rick was sitting by himself, drinking coffee. He smiled when he saw you, and you made yourself a cup before sitting across the table from him.

“This tastes like shit,” You muttered after your first sip. “You ready for today?”

“I just want this to be over,” Rick told you, “I want Negan dead; I want the saviors dead.”

You nodded slowly and played with the broken hem of one of Daryl’s shirts. You’d tied the two bottom parts to fit you better. “They will be.”

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ghost-proofbaby · 10 months

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Ok hear me out. . . 👀

Good Girls by 5SOS Eddie

‘Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught’

I was listening to it otw to work this morning and I just IMMEDIATELY thought of you lol

you can’t just SAY SHIT LIKE THIS TO ME.

because it’s fucking TRUE.

because that would be the vibe of sneaking around with eddie in his final senior year. being the girl everyone thinks is so smart, so proper, so good. you speak your foreign language fluently, you make excellent grades, you’re in the good graces of all the teachers. you spend most of your time in the school library. you even fucking volunteer for extracurricular activities. the most scandalous thing about you is the fact that you wear skirts, but even those can be passed off as modest, just brushing over your knees.

and that’s what eddie fucking loves. he loves that it’s all a front, an innocent image to cover up something more wild. he loves that fact that no one else sees you the way he does. you’re fluent in that foreign language, yes — fluent enough to learn every dirty phrase you can get your greedy hands on, whispering them in his ear when you two sneak off to the back of his van and you let him have his way with you. and he never can tell what you’ve said until you explain afterwards between quick redressing and shy smiles, but in the moment he just knows it sounds fucking good. being a teacher’s pet will always come in handy, none of them blinking an eye if you occasionally show up to class with messy hair and swollen lips. completely unaware of eddie down the hall, still catching his breath in the janitor’s closet and painfully hard from all your teasing during those stolen minutes. no one ever cares to check up on you at your usual table hidden in the back of the library, just assuming you’re studying. and you are, you suppose — studying every reaction of eddie as you’re on your knees below the table, memorizing which twist of your tongue along the veins of his cock make his hands curl into fists as he tries to hold back every moan. learning how your name sounds as he whispers his prayers to you in quieted chants. and those skirts. modest to the unassuming eye, but a dangerous game to someone like eddie. someone who sees you wearing one and immediately imagines how pretty you’ll look when he whisks you away to lover’s lake after that final bell and has you straddling him in the driver’s seat of his van, pressed against him as you ride him and that pretty little skirt flares out to hide the mess you’re making of yourself and him.

and when your noises turn downright sinful, your grip on his shoulders digging in so deep it’s becoming painful with each prolonged whine, he’ll lean in to whisper and remind you of just what a good girl you are for him and only him.

#THERE I FINISHED MY THOTS #GOD #thank u ily <3 #eddie munson smut #damn

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#! — ᴅɪᴛᴛᴏ | ksm

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: angst, smut

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: seungmin x fem!reader

ᴡᴄ: 1.7k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs/ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: unprotected sex, mention/ implication of death!!! heavily inspired by ditto by new jeans and ghost of you by 5sos, i've never written anything in this direction before so don't come at me 🙅‍♀️

A hand down your stomach, against the dip in between your breasts and down to the soft of your lower tummy, fingers grazing your pubis before they dipped past the waistband of your laced underwear and down to cup your core. Scooping up wetness, finding your clit, and a quiet moan left your lips, as though shy, reserved. The room, your bed, the empty spot next to you felt cold, lonely; but for less than a second, only. The hand down your core surer momentarily as though not making room for doubts, more confident in the way it moved, your head now buzzing and focusing on the pleasure, only. And when you opened your eyes; Seungmin. In between your legs, fixating your gaze, not prone to let it go.

“Seungmin…?”

A hushed whine, a questioning whisper. You were yet unsure, confused. Saw his figure only through milky glass, saw his face wash away before your eyes, his body blurring. You needed focus to see him clearly, focus so his silhouette would hold out longer – you couldn’t bear him leave yet.

“Close your eyes, baby. I’m here.”

As though reading your mind, and obeying his words you momentarily felt him closer. He was realer in the blackness of your mind, and you arched your back into his hand, attempts to indulge in him fully. The pressure on your nerves increased, his fingers minutely faster now, and you whined out in helplessness.

“That’s it baby, don’t open your eyes. Just feel me.”

And you surrendered. You felt your laced underwear sliding down your thighs, felt them being discarded carelessly onto the floor, somewhere next to the bed. A breeze against your bare figure made you shudder, though you couldn’t pay much attention to it, not for long; Seungmin’s hands found your inner thighs quickly, caressing them, up and down and up again, before his fingers went back to where he left them prior. For just a moment he didn’t feel like another body next to you; though you couldn’t focus on that for much longer, either. The speed against your clit increased, slightly only, yet enough to focus back on him again. Sounds of sinful nature leaving your throat, gushing past your lips like waterfalls. You feared Seungmin wouldn’t stay much longer, feared he’d disappear when you only let him slip past your mind.

“I’m not going anywhere, just focus on me.”

Knowing your every thought it needed a sentence only to reassure you, and the body against you, his voice in your ear and the bits of hot breath against your skin felt clear again. If you only lost yourself in the pleasure he gifted you, let yourself fall into him fully; you might hold onto him for a little while longer. Without second thoughts and doubts; only him, and the way he made you feel. Then he might stay with you for as long as you wished him to, without slipping past your fingertips.

Digits found your entrance, circling carefully, experimentally, before two fingers slipped past. Curling up in knowledge, finding your spot without much thinking, automatically and led by instinct. Unable to think proper your back only arched into the touch, longing towards pleasure, your eyes yet closed, like he told you to. Because you could see him clearer like this, his image burned into the back of your mind when you shut out your surroundings and reality.

“Yeah, just like that, focus on me baby.”

A hushed voice, a raspy one everything it needed for your legs to open wider, greed taking over your nerves and acting in your place, your sanity long gone; Seungmin the only subject circulating your thoughts. You neighbours might be filing a noise complaint by now, though you couldn’t mind any less. Not when every second felt like the last when it came to him, when gut wrenching fear ate at your body from within; fear he’d be gone when you only opened your eyes, fear you’d be unable to find his face again in the dark of your room. With him you could care solely for the moment, hoping to drag it out impossibly long, because the current was all you could get with Seungmin.

A shift in his position, shuffling until you felt his presence hover above you, chest to chest, his fanning breath against your lips, your neck. He was littering you in kisses, nibbling at your nape, licking a trail from your shoulder to your jawline. Taking you all in, maybe as scared of leaving as you were.

You felt him line up against you, guiding hand leaving to circle at your clit before his hips grinded up against you, slowly and just enough for you to clench around his tip. Staying for a minute or two, letting you adjust. Watching your expression change, your face scrunch up in painful pleasure. There was no turning back now. No fear of leaving anymore, no anxiety of opening your eyes to emptiness in your bed. Because it all was realer now.

“You can look at me now baby- look me in the eyes.”

Your lids fluttered open, and the milked glass you’ve observed everything through before was gone. Seungmin before you in full clarity, in all sharpness. His pupils blown out, his hair a mess; you wanted to reach out for it, wished you could entangle your fingers in the soften locks. You wished to feel him closer to you.

Bottoming out inside of you and you whined out his name, wanting to clutch your nails into his shoulders, desperately. For stability and to keep your sanity, if any was left. Continuous thrusts against your core, and you didn’t dare to convert your eyes off him. Fixated him through hooded lids and dark lashes, watched his forehead collect first beads of sweat, observed his ever-changing expressions; first concentrated, eager to please and leave you satisfied, then in bliss himself, eyes closing and head thrown back, veins on his neck protruding. An occasional hand through his hair, until it wandered back to grope at your body. You could watch him like this forever.

Whispered words into your ear, sweet nothing’s, ‘I love you’s you lost count over. It all drove you closer to losing yourself, brought you closer to the illusion you painted of him. A few last thrusts, a few hushed groans from him and he painted you white, warmth filling you up from within and spreading in your tummy until your own knot finally ripped through with a snap, causing you to throw your head back and into the soft cushions of the pillows. You had Seungmin’s face in focus, your gaze not daring to let go of his figure. Not yet, hopeless attempts to embody him, to keep him in your bed and room, in your proximity all while you had the chance to.

Though he had different plans today, it seemed. He stayed longer than you were used to from him, to clean you up, carefully, wettened towel against your thighs, another fresh one on your face to get rid of the built-up sweat. He stayed to lay with you in your dampened sheets, his body growing colder yet his presence was felt, still. Soon talking about nonsense, you more than him, leaving Seungmin to listen to your voice, barely contributing to the conversation himself altogether. Getting dressed sparsely after a while of laying side by side, you throwing on a shirt of his that started losing his smell though you’d deny it, him sitting on your bed with solely his dark boxers on, the same ones you last saw him with. His whole attire was the one you last remembered from him; hair a mess, one piercing in his left ear, the other one had gotten lost on the way to your house. He’d been shirtless last time you saw him, slightly sweaty, though utterly relaxed, left satisfied and pleased. He had mimicked your own state, had grown shy with you remembering what happened minutes prior. It had been moments of pure bliss, a picture you’d kill for to keep; you’d happily trade every of your memory if this was the only one you’d be able to hold onto.

You grew an urge to dance with him. You took him by his cold hand, guided him to the middle of your messy room. You tiptoed through the piles of clothes on your cold floor, with him in your embrace, though he started to feel absent, farther away. Seungmin faintly giggled at your antics, when you started swirling around your own axis, urging him on to join you. He did reluctantly, arguing you were wholly too cheesy, that there wasn’t even music to dance to, though he complied and swayed with you from side to side. Only after a while you two grew tired, setting back on the bed.

Seungmin’s silhouette started to grow transparent. His touch started to feel colder, his laugh to sound quieter. You took out your video recorder, one he had given you on a birthday, or an anniversary, you didn’t quite remember. You had grown the habit of taking the camera with you whenever you were meeting him – to not forget, to always remember. You opened the display window, swinging the camera to focus on Seungmin’s face. He was blurry, no amount of focusing seeming to help, though you deemed it better than nothing. You told him to smile, pose a bit, Seungmin grew flustered at that. Only after you decided to stop recording, only after you had pressed the button he was gone. Only after you placed the camera back on your desk you were left alone in the dim of the room, only your hair a mess, only your body sweaty. Your lonely figure dipping into the mattress, the bed empty otherwise.

You never much believed in his death whenever Seungmin decided to appear like this. The warmth radiating off his body wasn’t the same anymore, felt colder and more distant, yet you continued to feel him. The file on your video recorder always showed only an empty space on the bed and a bare wall behind, catching no other voice than yours though you still heard him talking to you. You were yet able to feel his presence, though maybe it was only his ghost you danced with at night; though deluding yourself felt easier than letting him go.

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