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#my brain and my ass feel like jello

wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Warnings: Nothing but sin, baby. And… You know, filthy smutty smut.

Eddie taking you from behind for the first time.

He’s never been in this position before. He nearly blows his load on the spot. Your skin is a vast expanse of canvas, and my fuck he wants to paint every inch. You’re marveling, coasting high on his overly enthusiastic intrigue that’s wrapped in worship. He is marveling, fingertips stroking as if they’re a brush, rings clinking together.

His cock is so hard that he can barely breathe, his knees like jello as they’re pressed into the mattress. Your breathing is heavy, body coated in perspiration. You’re sure that you are dripping onto Eddie’s already stained sheets below, and this man hasn’t even touched you yet. He’s mumbling several praises, causing goosebumps to erupt along your flesh with every graze his touch gives. On nights when he had the trailer alone and pulled the TV into his room, he could simply make out through colorful porn and cheap moans — what it might look like to see a woman in this position.

But that’s all acting. And the girl wasn’t you. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable, wide open position — Eddie is but a mere goner. Now he could fist his cock, using your slick instead of lotion or his own saliva, he could feel his knuckles brush your plush cheeks on every twist his fist makes, hear your cunt separate with a loud squelch when you arched in front of him, offering yourself. At first, Eddie wasn’t sure where to look, too many viable options to feast his glazed over eyes upon.

Should he go for the instinctual urge to plant his irises on the thick globes that he grabs at every chance, that even magazines featuring America’s hottest sweetheart can’t capture, especially if you’re wearing those tight jeans. Or indulge in what his other head is thinking, finding your soaked cunt — ready and waiting for only him. Fuck, your tits… He had been so caught up in what reality brought, that wasn’t even prepared to see your naked breasts dangling in his eye-line, nipples hard. With a massively priceless view, Eddie couldn’t decide.

Visions danced around and around his wired brain, one that would surely cause him to live up to his reputation.

Finally, encouraging him to grip a hold of your cellulite dented cheeks and open you up, get a good look — the choice was made for him. His mouth had gone bone dry at the webbed shine drizzling off your swollen folds, some caught in the patch of curls you’d let grow out. You let him have his collective moments before speaking.

“Eds? You okay, baby?” His trim hips catch you off guard, caging you in, hands replacing yours on the fat of your ass, one slipping to grip his cock and slide the aching head along your pussy, both of you moaning in unison.

You can feel the coldness of his pick chain tickling your back, smell his Old Spice, his Camel cigarettes, and the joint he’d previously rolled. His breath is warm by your ear when he says, “Think we’re gonna need to move a mirror over here before we start, sweetheart.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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The DUFF 6

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

“You need a shower?” Curtis’ deep timbre thunders through the haze.

You keep your head tilted back against the couch, breathless, tingling, stunned and paralysed. Your skirt stays bunched around your waist, the tender bite marks pulsing as you shiver. As the afterglow fades, your thoughts seem in. Home, you need to get home.

“Huh?” Your head is wobbly on your neck as you lift it.

You push your skirt down and squeeze your legs together. The pinch of his teeth lingers as your thighs meet. You clear your throat, trying to latch onto a semblance of sanity.

“Shower,” Curtis stands in front of you, fly undone, shirtless. You gulp at the angle lines of his pelvis as they disappear beneath his dark jeans.

“Shower?” You echo dumbly, “uh…”

“Come on, bunny, let’s get you clean,” he takes your hand and tugs until you stand, “not that I’m sorry for getting you dirty.”

“Mmm,” you hum senselessly.

Your legs are jello and you can’t help but lean into him. He’s hot as hell and he treats you like you’re just the same. It’s like a dream but there has to be a sliver of reality somewhere. Sooner or later, you have to fall back to earth.

“I got a nice cozy shirt you can put on, hmm?” He runs his hands down your sides, “after I clean you up.”

He snakes his arms around you and squeezes your ass. You gasp and clap your hands against his chest. It’s so surreal, you’re certain you must be dreaming. You probably drank more than you thought and you’re blissfully passed out and hallucinating.

He pulls his hands away and turns you. You stumble and he catches you, scooping you up in his arms. You yipe in surprise as he cradles you easily. You don’t like the feeling, as if he could drop you at any moment.

“Put me down,” you cry out, “please, Curtis, I– I don’t like—” you choke as he takes several steps, “put me down!”

You squeeze your eyes shut and sling your arms around his neck, clinging for dear life. The earth moves behind your eyelids and a jarring sense of vertigo spins in your brain. You dip your head against his shoulder and hide.

He finally stops and eases you down, your ass meeting a cool surface. You open your eyes and look at him as he untangle his arms from around you. You grip the marble edge of the counter you sit on and tremble.

“I told you to put me down,” you eke out.

“Bunny, you’re good. I wouldn’t drop you–”

“You might not mean to but–” you stop yourself and shake your head. “Please don’t do that again. It… it’s too scary.”

“Baby,” he touches your arms, sweeping his hands up to your shoulders, kneading them before trailing up to cradle your face, “I wouldn’t ever hurt you. Understand?” His eyes fall down to your shirt and he plays with the trim, “let’s get you in the shower, okay? Or you can take a nice relaxing bath…”

You stare at him. You can’t handle any more. His constant touching. It’s flattering until it’s suffocating. You need to go home and decompress. You’re not used to this much attention.

As much as you want to push him away and tell him so, you can’t. You’ve heard the horror stories from your friends. You’re on his turf and you don’t want to upset him. Besides, he hasn’t actually done anything wrong.

“Shower’s… fine,” you relent, “thank you.”

“Anything,” he kisses your cheek and draws away.

You tuck your chin down as he does and swing your legs. He’s so nice and doting and intense. You peek up beneath your lashes. The muscles of his back firm and constrict as he twists on the faucet. You still can’t believe a man with that body is with you.

You look down and cross an arm around your stomach. You have to get naked. Again. The first time, you didn’t think too much, he didn’t let you. He smothered you enough to make you forget all your doubts but now…

“I’ll get you a towel,” he says.

He leaves the door open and you slide off the counter slowly as you stare after him. You quickly strip down, heaping your clothes on the floor and hiding behind the shower curtain. The water sprays in your face and you spit it back out as you wipe your eyes.

You hear him hang the towel on the bar but he doesn’t leave. Before you can react, the curtain shifts and he steps in behind you. You squeak at his nakedness. You didn’t really look before. Not all the way. Oh gosh.

You keep your back to him and rinse your face, water slaking down your neck. He takes a bottle and pops the cap. You refuse to look behind you and suddenly his hands are on your back, massaging in the lather of soap.

“I hope you don’t mind pine,” he purrs as he pushes his thumbs into your muscle, stepping closer to kiss your crown, “you’re so damn sexy.”

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #drabble #series #au #snowpiercer #the DUFF

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diazsdimples · 1 month

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bucktommy - “Can I touch you?” Buck asked, eyes wide and desperate.

“Can I touch you?” Buck asked, eyes wide and desperate.

Tommy stands in front of him, shirtless and body bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun filtering in through the windows of the loft. His lips are red and slick with spit after a passionate kiss, and he looks down at Buck with heavily lidded eyes. They're so close, almost pressed against one another, and Buck's hands twitch uselessly by his sides as he itches to reach out and run his fingers over his boyfriend's chest, to circle those perfect, pert nipples and to scratch his nails down and leave behind pretty pink marks.

Tommy reaches out and takes Buck's wrist in hand, bringing it up until it's resting gently against his left pec, right over his heart.

"Of course you can, Evan," he murmurs, his voice low and mellow, and he drops his hand from Buck's wrist, cupping his chin instead and pulling Buck in for another brain-melting kiss.

It's like a switch has been flipped in Buck's mind, and he's suddenly got both hands on Tommy's chest, running his hands up and down his torso as he maps out every inch of Tommy's body, systematically cataloguing every ridge and dip and valley. He brushes his fingers over the old shrapnel scar over Tommy's ribs and his boyfriend's breath hitches.

Buck likes Tommy's scars. They remind him of everything Tommy has overcome to get where he is now. Buck rubs his thumb over the scar on Tommy's shoulder - a surgery site from when he'd done it in playing football in college - and circles his hands to Tommy's back, clawing at the soft skin as he presses their bodies close together, rolling his hips up into Tommy's.

Tommy's hand moves from Buck's chin to the back of his head, curling into the short hairs and he gives a little tug that has Buck gasping into Tommy's mouth. Tommy uses his free hand to circle around one of Buck's nipples, rolling it between his fingers until it's hard and Buck is whimpering with need.

He pushes his hips into Tommy's once again, groaning as their clothed erections rub against one another. It's not like Buck hasn't ever felt Tommy's erect cock before - they've cuddled plenty of times and when you've got a hot man pressed against you, there's only so much your body can do - but this is different. They're both hard with anticipation and need this time. Buck grabs Tommy's ass over his jeans, pressing them closer still and he feels Tommy's cock twitch against him.

"Jesus Christ you're so hot," Buck moans into Tommy's mouth as Tommy scratches his blunt nails into Buck's hair, and Tommy chuckles, kissing the corner of Buck's mouth, then his cheek, his jaw, until he's sucking a mark into Buck's neck.

"Not too bad yourself," Tommy hums against Buck's skin as he licks at the forming bruise.

Unable to contain himself, Buck slides his hand down Tommy's stomach, delighting at the way the muscles twitch beneath his fingers, and he grasps Tommy's belt, fingers fumbling as the anticipation makes his hands shake. He cups Tommy's cock through his jeans, but Tommy grabs his wrist against and pulls him away, making Buck whine in confusion.

"Easy, baby, slow down," Tommy says between kisses, and Buck practically whimpers as Tommy redirects his hand to his hip. "It's not a race. We're going to take this nice and slow, okay?"

"But I-" Buck begins, but he's cut off with another slow, sweet kiss.

"I know, baby. We'll get there. I just want this to be good for you. Gonna take my time and enjoy you, figure out what you like."

Tommy kisses him again, and Buck melts into him, his bones turning to jello as Tommy holds him up, his strong arms wrapped around Buck's middle. His whole life he's rushed into things headfirst without really thinking about what's happening, never stepping back to appreciate the moment. With Tommy, it's different. Tommy makes him take that step back and to feel things for what they really are.

Sex is great. He loves sex, loves the rush of an orgasm and the feeling of two sweaty bodies writing around with each other. He's never had slow sex, just fast and hurried, like he's chasing the orgasm and that's all. But sex with Tommy... he knows this is going to be different. Tommy is going to take good care of him.

"Yeah, okay," he breathes against Tommy's lips. "Touch me, please."

Gonna tag @bidisasterevankinard cause Bucktommy sdfkjds. This is open ended so happy imagining!

Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll write the rest!

#james answers things #james writes #bucktommy #tevan #kinley #kinkley #911 abc #evan buckley #911 #911 ficlet #bucktommy ficlet #tommy kinard #911verse #911 fanfic #bi buck #911 on abc #bucktommy smut

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Like Jello

AN: Thank you, darling Holacia, for this sweet attack. He looks totally smug in this gif - like he just fucked you real good…. Set in my Ari and his Angel ‘verse, have some PWP.

Unbeta’d.

Divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banner by me.

Master list | Series master list

Relationship: Daddy!Ari x Reader (Angel)

Word Count: 500

CW: Unprotected P in V sex, Dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, smug Ari

“Oh fuck! Yes! Daddy! Like that! Please! Like that! I’m gonna… gonna…”

Words failed you as static filled your brain, and your body convulsed like an electrical current had passed through you. You could only register three things; the orgasmic pleasure coursing through your body, threatening to shut it down, the steady pounding of Ari’s hips against the back of your thighs, not missing a beat for a single second, and his deep chuckle as he watched you unravel beneath him.

As the waves of ecstasy slowed, all the tension disappeared from your body. Your arms and legs felt useless, refusing your commands. The only reason your legs weren’t lying like overcooked noodles on the mattress was due to the fact that they were still hooked over Ari’s hips, around his frankly sinfully slim waist.

Your boyfriend shifted his position, leaning fully over you, his large hands planted either side of your head. Ari’s shaggy hair flopped forwards, falling into his face, and it took all your strength just to reach up and brush it back with a dopey smile.

Your big, beefy boyfriend grinned back, his white teeth a contrast against the dark blonde of his beard, before he sped up his movements, seeking his own moment of unbridled pleasure in the warm embrace of your body. You writhed under him, the new rhythm and angle seeking to draw more pleasure from your wrung out body.

Ari dipped his head and nipped at your earlobe.

“You got another one for me, Angel? Gonna come for Daddy again? Need to feel you milking me, baby. Feels so fucking good on my cock. Come on. Give it to me. Let me feel you.”

His breath was warm on your skin and his words were sweet like honey. There was no way your body was going to refuse him.

You cried out again, the waves slower but deeper, a soft suffusion of pleasure this time, covering your body like a blanket.

Ari groaned in your ear and pulsed inside your pussy, and you managed to hook one of your legs over his, anchoring the two of you together. You welcomed the way he gently collapsed on top of you. He might be big and heavy, but sometimes you enjoyed the feeling of him pressing you into the mattress while you both came down from your highs.

As your brain came back online you managed to raise your arms to wrap around his neck. You turned your head and pressed kisses to any patch of his skin you could reach. Ari raised his own head and faced you, dropping a kiss in return to your lips, before reluctantly drawing away from you and getting up. You watched him walk across to the bathroom while you lay in the remains of your bliss in the tangled sheets, shamelessly ogling the play of muscles across his back, as well as his tight ass.

When he returned he kissed you, soft and sweet, as he wiped a damp cloth through your folds, cleaning you up. Your eyes were hooded, a smile on your face as you watched him pull on his briefs, shorts and sleeveless tee.

“You getting up, Angel?”

“Nuh-uh.” You slowly shook your head. “Can’t. Been fucked to good. My entire body is now jello.”

Ari just smiled smugly.

“My work here is done.”

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#ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson drabble #Series: Ari and his angel #late writes #ari levinson x you #asks answered #jen's got mail

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cowpokeomens · 6 days

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I hope you're still taking Mayhew thoughts cos boy do I have em.

Picture this: Mr Dierkes has had an awful stressful day and all he wants is to go home and slump on the couch watching his favourite comfort film. Then YOU pop your wee head in. You see he's had a shitty day and go over to snuggle with him but then he starts getting handsy and says he just needs some stress relief. You're happy to oblige 😍

Hello again, cum goblins! I got carried away :-/

Yeah it was a rough day, they’re so close to leaving for tour and everyone is stressed out and your impending separation is looming right there on the horizon and maybe he’s dreading it okay, so it was just. Not a good day. And he wants to sit on the couch and watch dumb reality TV and not be a person for an hour or two, when you poke your little head in from the bedroom where you definitely weren’t taking a nap, and you can tell immediately that he’s just Not In The Mood. So you pad over to him, sitting on the couch a little ways away from him to give him his space, waiting for him to say the first thing. Eventually he sighs and pauses the TV and says “staring at me won’t help, baby.” And you blush because yeah you were definitely staring but :-( he’s upset and you wanna fix it :-( and you say “is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” And poor Matt :-/ just :-/ yeah he knows exactly what would make him feel better :-/ so he looks you dead in the eye and says “stuffing your pretty cunt full of my cock might help a bit.” And brrrrr there goes your brain functions! No thoughts here! And he knows it too he knows what it does to you when he says shit like that (that’s why he says it smh bastard) but still, seeing your eyes glaze over and your lips part just slightly makes him a little feral :-/ can’t let you know though, guides you so that you’re straddling his lap, moves your shorts to the side and dips two fingers in you and you’re already soaked in anticipation, says “Kept it nice and wet for me, huh?” And you shudder a bit as you nod at him and he doesn’t waste time with formalities, pulls his cock out and pumps it a few times to get it full, keeps your shorts pulled to the side as he slides in into you in one fluid motion and your jaw drops open at the feeling of it stretching you 😔 he lays back, slapping your ass as he goes, says “go on, make me feel better.” Only you find you cant move because you’re still adjusting to the stretch and your legs feel like jello so the best you can do is grind down and whimper and that’s just not good enough for your Matty :-/ he rolls his eyes, says “seriously? That’s the best you can do? I could have just used a toy if I wanted to do all the work.” And you have no words because yeah you’re kind of useless right now, pawing at his chest and grinding onto his cock pitifully. He sighs melodramatically and sits up, pulling you into his chest so that he has better leverage to pull out and fuck back into you, saying “I could make a toy out of you, I guess.” And you can’t help the whimper that comes out at his words when he thrusts into you again, still holding you against him tightly. “Poor dumb girl can’t even ride my cock after a long day. Pathetic.” He’s fucking you earnestly now, dragging against the walls of your pussy deliciously as he goes. Your mouth is suddenly too empty, unoccupied in a way that makes your chest hurt, so you latch onto his neck and suck deeply and you can feel the rumble of his groan in your mouth as his pace quickens and you don’t even realize you’re going to cum until you do :-/ and the way your walls are clenching around Matt has him pushing you down onto the couch, your mouth unlatching form him with a pop, his hand coming down to hold your throat as he fucks you into the cushions :-/ you’re aware you’re being loud and the couch is gonna have a gross cum stain on it but you find you don’t care as he squeezes your throat tightly and cums into you, groaning and rambling about how good you are, how pretty you look with his cock in you, how good you’re taking it :-/ definitely gives you head in the shower afterwards when you’re supposed to be cleaning up oops bye

#ramblin gal #matt dierkes fanfiction #matt dierkes x reader

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secretobsessionstuff · 16 days

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it’s so good to have you back! i have an idea for a potential future blair fic. what if blair comes down with a nasty stomach virus compounded with a migraine while on a road trip to somewhere important with dakota? maybe she thinks it’s just a migraine and then well.. shit gets real *no pun intended* haha. it doesn’t have to be a road trip, if that doesn’t inspire anything for you, but maybe somewhere where she can’t get away that easily? no worries if you aren’t interested and if you are, take your time! 😊

Thanks for the no pressure! It helped a lot as I try to get back into this. I wasn't sure if the "pun" meant no scat lol, so there's just emeto. I hope it's okay...don't know how I feel about it. Maybe typos maybe not...but probably typos.

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Blair thought her headache would fade once they left her parents’ house. Seeing her extended family for Easter was always a joy, but she could do without the noise from the little ones. At first, the squealing and giggling upon finding an Easter egg was cute. Inevitably, the happy laughs turned into fits of crying and tantrums when the celebration was over. Though the children weren’t happy to be leaving, Blair had to admit she was looking forward to a silent car ride home with Dakota.

Two hours into the four-hour drive, and her headache had morphed into a migraine. She succumbed to the pain a while ago by leaning the passenger seat back as far as it would go. Her sweater lay over her eyes to block out the daylight. She wrapped her arms together in an attempt to sooth herself, but it was Dakota’s soft voice that did most of the work.

“Is it just as bad?” he asked, brushing a hand over her knee. In times of crisis like this, Blair liked to kick off her shoes and sit cross legged. Maybe if she made herself smaller, the pain would shrink as well.

But no, the pain pushed against the walls of her body. Hey eyes threatened to explode from the pressure; her belly whined to the beat of the blood pumping in her ears. Misery loved company, so her head seemed to have invited her stomach to join the party.

“It’s getting worse,” she mumbled and shifted uncomfortably in the small space. The bumpy ride did nothing to ease her aches. Every bounce and turn jostled her like Jello. She imagined her brain jiggling against her skull in time with her roiling tummy. “Can you go slower?”

“Gosh, babe, if I drive any slower, we might make it home by Christmas.” Dakota’s eyes squinted in the sunlight. Keeping his eyes on the road hardly mattered when they were going 40 in an 80, and there were no other cars along the country road. He set the cruise control to the snail-like pace so that he could give his fiancée more of his attention. “If I hold out my arm like this, you can lean against me.”

Blair just groaned and sat up straight in the seat. The sweater fell from her face, making her wince at the harsh light. At the same time, the car rolled in and out of a pothole. Her stomach rose in her throat. “Really? You couldn’t have gone around that?” Her tone was as acidic as the liquid that burned her esophagus.

“I’m doing my best, Bee.” Dakota took his hand off her leg. “I know you don’t feel well, but don’t get mad at me just ‘cause I’m the only one here.”

That hurt. Not as much as the sword through her head, but it stung nonetheless. “I’m sorry,” she said, miserably wrapping her arms around her midriff. “I just feel sick to my stomach, and this bumpy ass road is not helping.”

Dakota opened his mouth to provide comfort, but Blair was not finished.

“And the sun is so fucking bright, and what is that horrible smell? It’s like burning rubber.” Blair pouted. “Why does everything in the universe hate me?”

Dakota gave her a lopsided smile. “Well, I’m in the universe and I don’t hate you.”

Blair scoffed and cracked a small grin. “Stop being adorable. I’m dying here.” She had to admit, his joke allowed some tension to ease off her shoulders. She wasn’t alone and everything wasn’t terrible. There were many things that were terrible, but her partner was not one of them. “…Thank you.”

“Aw, you know I just want you to feel better.” Dakota reached his hand out to rub her belly. “I’m sorry this migraine came at such a bad time. It’s making you feel sick?”

She nodded. “The nausea is bad this time. Usually I can ignore it.”

Dakota must have let the Easter bunny take the wheel while he scanned her face. “You do look very pale. Are you going to throw up, you think?”

She shook her head, then immediately regretted the decision. “I hope not. I’ll try to fall back to sleep so that doesn’t happen.”

Ironically, it was the nausea that kept her from sleeping. The pain in her head swelled with her bloated belly. All that chocolate coated her insides in a thick layer of gooey slime. When she began to burp, the taste of Terry’s chocolate orange made her gag.

Blair was alert now. With wide eyes, she clamped a hand over mouth. She forced down two more burps or else she knew Dakota’s car would be ruined in seconds. “Babe—” she began, feeling a tightness in her throat that pinched her words “—Pull over. I need to be sick.”

Without hesitation or issue, Dakota brought the car to a stop. "Wow sleep did not happen, eh?"

What a stupid time to ask a question.

Blair threw the door open with just enough time to lean over and burp wetly over the ground. She gagged, bringing up a small wave of vomit. It was mostly coffee from the afternoon. The bitter flavour clung to her tongue, but it would not stick around for long because there was much in her stomach to get up.

"I'm right here," Dakota said with a hand on her back. "You're okay." Blair leaned further out of the car with the next heave, nearly falling onto the grass. He caught her arm. "Oh, maybe you're not. Hold on, I'm coming around."

He turned off the car and jogged to the other side. Luckily there were no cars with them on the road. If Blair wanted privacy, she picked the right place to lose her lunch.

Her lunch was fertilizing the grass. Hopefully the open field would thrive on half digested chocolate, coffee, and cubes of cheese that were no longer in the shape of cubes.

She coughed and burped in between waves. "Ugh, Kota, help..." She reached out for him and allowed him to help her out of the car. They staggered like drunken lovers until their knees met the earth.

"I got you." Dakota held onto her shoulder and pulled her hair away from her face. "You're doing good."

"...my head..."

"I know." Dakota kissed her forehead. His lips met unexpectedly warm skin

"...my tummy..."

"I know." Dakota did not lean down to kiss her tummy because the organ chose that moment to convulse again. He heard a gurgling sound in Blair's throat before she pitched forward and heaved a mostly-liquid bout of sick onto the ground. Dakota rubbed her back. "Oh my Bee."

Blair fed the flowers one more time, shedding tears from the force of each retch. The vomiting released pressure from her head but did nothing to ease her belly; it only reinforced the ache that dwelled in her gut.

Dakota's lips still tingled from the heat of the kiss. He knew then that he had to get her home fast. They would need to go much faster than they had been, but at least a bed would be waiting. Blair couldn't suffer like this while on the road.

The universe agreed that Blair should not be in the car.

When Dakota went to start the car again, the engine gave a mighty good try, but failed. Dakota swore under his breath and spared a glance at Blair who still sat in front of a puddle of sick in the grass.

"No, please, no." He took the key out and tried again. "Come, on come on."

The engine tried, and tried, and...nothing. It was just as fatigued and sick as his girl. He called the doctor for only one of the patients.

Defeated, Dakota returned to Blair's side. By the looks of it, she hadn't thrown up again. He sat down next to her with a dejected sigh. "I have bad news."

"I heard."

They both sighed and sat unmoving on the grass. Blair's gaze was lost in her thoughts or maybe her pain. Dakota's gaze never left her. Her red cheeks, grey lips, and dark eyes worried him. He reached out silently with the back of his hand to touch her forehead.

Blair looked up at him with glassy eyes. "More bad news?"

"Yeah." He scooted closer to her and kissed the side of her head. "Remember when I got an infection while camping and got a really bad fever?" Her expression told him that she remembered, though not fondly. "This might be something like that, at least until the tow truck arrives."

"I knew the migraine was different this time. I just don't understand where this bug came from."

"You were around children all weekend. What do you expect?"

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Blair slept in the backseat of the car while Dakota kept watch. She put her head in his lap and tried to ignore the gurgling in her tummy. Again, Dakota came to the rescue and gently rubbed the warm skin of her belly.

He wasn't sure how long he traced circles and lines over her stomach, but it was long enough for the sun to begin setting. He made a game out of spelling different words with his fingertips. In invisible ink, he wrote words like 'love' and 'Blair' and 'dildo'.

Occasional gurgles emanated from her belly. Dakota worried that Blair would bolt upright and tell him to pull over as if the day would repeat itself. But she stayed asleep. Her expression softened in her slumber.

Amazingly, she only woke up when Dakota moved to greet the tow truck driver. With the plan settled, he returned to the car.

"Honey." Dakota shook her awake. "We're going home now."

By the time Blair came to her senses, the car was ready to be hitched to the truck.

This was bad. Blair paced along the road, bitting her nails. She watched the car be lifted partially off its wheels. This was very bad. The driver spoke to Dakota and then went into the truck. Very very bad.

Sleep was good, but her belly did not like being awake. Suddenly the nausea came rushing back. The headache was gone, but the virus had nowhere near run its course.

"Babe, you ready?" Dakota called. She did not move. He came closer. "Honey, are you alright?"

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm going to throw up in the car. I can't. I feel really sick again."

"Okay, okay, no worries." Dakota tried to calm her down. "I'll explain the situation to the driver and he'll understand."

Something wet and horrid squirmed in Blair's stomach; it was the dread of driving in a gross truck while feeling like this. But it was also the very real bug that filled her throat with nausea.

"Please don't make me do this, Kota." She covered her mouth to hide a wet burp, but she could not keep the moan from escaping. "I don't feel good."

She was losing colour by the second. Dakota felt like he was approaching a timid animal. "Okay, we can wait. It's fine."

"I don't like this. I don't wanna--urp--throw up again." She paced with her hand glued tightly to her mouth. Her legs shook and her back spasmed with the need to lurch forward. She felt the gag rising from the pit of her belly.

Dakota touched her arm. "Baby, just let yourself be sick. The man can wait. And if you need to throw up in the truck, just do it. I'll tip him well."

She shook her head.

"I'm right here. Nothing bad is going to happen." He started to gather her hair in his hand. "That's it. Lean over. I've got you." She moved her hand away and retched emptily. It was like her belly was shy as well. "Let it happen, Bee."

Maybe it was Dakota's hand on her back or the fact that she wanted this day to be over, but Blair gave in to her need. She relaxed her muscles just long enough for them to squeeze tight once more when the sick came rushing out of her mouth.

"Good job," Dakota said. "Five stars. Encore."

Blair gave an encore, not that she could help it. She would not have given it five stars.

In the end, Dakota's encouragements are what saved the day. She felt secure enough in her tummy to get in the tow truck. Dakota did indeed explain the situation just in case, but it was not needed. Nor was the bag needed. Thank God. The truck had three seats in the front. Blair hid herself behind Dakota who took the middle. It was a long drive, but a clean one.

"I'm sorry this happened, Blair," Dakota said softly when they were five minutes from their house. "How are you feeling, now?"

"Better maybe." She squeezed his arm. "Thanks for being the one thing in the universe that is right."

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 16 days

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My Only Drug

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Four)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, baby fic, cursing, d/s dynamics, top Kells, bottom Dom, subspace, pain, silly boys, control, playful insults, anilingus, blood, biting/marking, dark jokes, bathing, aftercare, handjobs, grinding, ear nibbles, desperation, begging, slight edging, orgasm control, breastfeeding, lactation kink, more sex (seriously they're needy idiots), too soon after birth sex, cuddling, family moments, bets, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit AF

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Col had forgotten a few things when he promised they had all night. The first was that they were both new parents and hadn't slept well in weeks. The second was that his lover had never bottomed before and certainly hadn't been dropped so deeply before. When Dom didn't seem to want to move or speak on his own after a few minutes Colson eased his cock free and noticed there was more blood than he thought. He'd torn his mate and wasn't sure if it was inside or out. The killer just whimpered at the loss before turning in his arms and cuddling closer, for a moment the omega saw so much of their son in the other man it was shocking. He was so beautiful when he felt peace. The older man just hated how rare it was that he felt it.

“You good?” He promoted and Dom just sighed. He rolled his eyes playfully and poked the boy's nose. “Are you good?” He tried again, he knew it was important to get his bitch cognizant again before they did anything else. He'd never thought deeply about what his lover's brain might do differently with his sociopathy and subspace.

Dom grumbled at the poke, barely opening his eyes and crossing them to follow his dominant’s touch. It made the other man laugh but he wasn't quite sure what the hell was funny. He rarely liked his nose on a good day but Col could do whatever he liked, in the Alpha's mind he felt owned completely and open to anything as long as it was Kells. He could feel a slight burn between his cheeks but mostly he just felt damn good. His mind was blank and fuzzy and for the first time really ever he felt safe.

“If you look at me and move on your own, I'll rim you.” The boss promised, trying another tactic to lure his mate more focused.

Dom tried, he really really did, but it was as if every night of sleeplessness was catching up to him all at once. It wasn't exactly that he was sleepy but he felt raw and small and content. Protected. “You want it, you get it.” He thought he mumbled but he wasn't sure how clearly it came out. His lover just chuckled and shook his head which Dom could only tell because the light behind his eyelids changed. Oh. Oops. He'd closed his eyes again hadn't he?

“You don't get shit until you can ask for it like a big boy.” Col teased, petting the other’s hair back from his face. He wouldn't say that the kid looked like a damn angel, he wasn't that fucking cheesey. Absolutely not. “Come on. We're gonna take a bath. You're a mess.”

“Says squishy.”

Kells blinked a few times but as he moved back to stand his knees did squish in the towel under them. He couldn't say anything against the joke but he was still surprised by it. Sure they called each other every name in the book- sarcasm and insults were his love language, but that one felt a bit juvenile and cute. He supposed it was the best Dom could do under the circumstances. “Come on bitch.” He huffed, standing up and pulling his lover up on his feet. The Alpha's legs were still jello though so he had to keep him supported as they made their way into the bathroom. He tried to ease the boy onto the counter but Dom jumped the moment his ass was resting on it. “Alright, sorry baby. Lean against it for me?” He hummed and thankfully the killer obeyed.

Dominic tried to watch what his mate was doing but he couldn't seem to follow. He just wanted to close his eyes and slip into the floor but when he tried the other man rushed back to catch him and keep him up. Why wouldn't Col just let him drift?

The omega watched his partner closely as he started a bath in his oversized tub. It was a special order whirlpool he'd gotten installed when he moved in. For all his posturing he loved a good soak and regular sized ones had never fit him. It took up a lot of space but it would fit them both and had a few times, normally he was the one being held though and he knew this time would be the other way around. As he adjusted the water and stopped the drain he tried to keep glancing at the boy. By this point a small drip of pinkish red was halfway down his thighs and so much of him wanted to lick it up. Fuck. He'd told Dom he wouldn't get treated without asking for it but he still found himself walking closer and dropping to his knees again. He still reached for those plush globes and spread his mate open.

“Mmph?” Dom mumbled, shimmying his ass a bit. He tried to look over his shoulder but when he felt warm breath ghost over his hole he relaxed. He smirked, he couldn't help it. He was still getting rimmed without asking for it but he wouldn't tease the other man. He knew how stubborn his dominant was and that the fucker would stop in a millisecond. It wasn't his ass where he felt Col’s tongue first, instead the omega licked from the back of his knee all the way up and over his hole. The feeling of being so claimed made his toes curl against the heated tile.

Kells chuckled at the way his psycho immediately started trembling. He looked up in time to see the boy turn into a puddle on the counter, laying flat against it and pushing his ass back harder into the omega's hold. “Needy bitch.” He growled before moving back in, his tongue a sharp point to dip into the Alpha's sloppy hole. He was still so open and dripping a mess. He could taste the tang of blood and the sweetness of his own cum. It always bugged him that his jizz tasted like his slick but it mixed so well with his lover's flavor he didn't mind. Hell, just tasting himself from Dom's insides was intense. Arousing. Overwhelming. He felt spit dribble down his chin as he circled the other's abused ring of muscle, all the while the Alpha was clenching around his tongue and swaying back. He couldn't call it fucking, Dom was too soft about it. He was like a leaf in the wind, wiggling anywhere that would get him more pleasure.

It felt almost maddening to the killer, his mind so gone already he could barely understand why he couldn't feel himself getting off from this. It felt amazing but it wasn't building the pressure in his belly he needed. His cock was hard and straining against the counter and leaking already but he wasn't closer to release. Tears welled in his eyes as he pushed back, trying to get his lover deeper inside him. The sting was being soothed and everything was tingling, but still he needed- “More?”

“Oh, so you can talk?” Colson laughed against his mate's skin and he turned his head enough to bite down on his still red cheek. The boy jumped again and this time his feet didn't move right so he started to fall into Col’s lap again. The omega pushed him against the counter and held his hips, he had tasted enough to know his lover would heal and he knew his spit would help. As much as he enjoyed what he was doing the bath needed attention so he eased the killer further on the marble before he stood up and stepped away. What he didn't expect was the grumble he heard or the stomped foot. He ignored the mini tantrum, shit he'd thrown a few himself, but he had to bite his cheek not to smile as he took care to turn off the water. “Is this what having a toddler is like?”

Dominic blinked a few times and licked his lips, his brow furrowing at the implication. “I don't fink tha's ‘ow ya deal wiv one. No matter wha’ our child’ood was like.”

Colson choked on a surprised laugh, he was used to using dark humor to deal with his own past but hearing Dom do it was new. He was glad his partner was getting completely comfortable with him. Fucking finally. “Should have bitten that ass harder.” He threatened but the other just wiggled his hips.

“Should.”

“Slut. Settle down.” Col sighed as he made his way back to his lover and helped him up and he eased him into the bath, taking special care when Dom’s slapped red cheeks hit the steamy water. He hadn't added anything extra for that reason and after the boy adjusted he got in behind him. He pulled the Alpha against his chest, trying not to make a noise when Dom pressed against his dick. Of course he was hard after eating his bitch out but he didn't have to do anything about it. Not yet at least.

“Mmm, for me?” Dom purred, looking up at him and fluttering his lashes. Colson had never seen this side of him but he knew it wasn't put on. The killer didn't realize he was being the sexiest fucking tease ever, which made it a million times hotter. He wanted to slip back inside and teach his mate how to warm his cock but he didn't want to push his sub too hard. Not yet. He was already so out of it Col couldn't help but be concerned.

“Always, but you don't get it right now. I'm edging.” He wasn't, but it was a good excuse when Dom pouted at him, seemingly fully prepared to continue his sex tantrum. He'd laugh at the absurdity of his normally terrifying stoic serial killing mate being so childish when dropped but it hurt his heart too much. It was obvious this was a side of the boy he had never been able to show and instead of beating it down even more he wanted to let it flourish.

“Well I'm not. Wha' ya gonna do about it?” The Alpha huffed, his crimson eyes heavy lidded and intent on Col's face. He wondered errantly if he'd see jade for the rest of the night but it didn't matter, his partner was saying what he wanted without fear for the first time and he'd give him almost anything he wanted.

“Seriously bitch? I just nearly knocked your ass out with my dick and you're still horny? Fuck you thinking you deserve now?” He might give it to him but he wouldn't lose his edge of control. He had a strong feeling it was the headspace Dom was in that made him feel safe and he wasn't ready to completely let him out of it. If the Alpha felt safe he would stay more open. It wasn't hard for Kells to stay dominant.

“To get fucked again. Made ya squirt like a bloody fountain so don't act like you wasn't over the moon too.”

Col chewed his cheek and pursed his lips to keep from grinning down at his lover. He could not give away how much he was enjoying this. “Excuse the fuck out of me? Was that back talk? And you think you deserve my dick again?”

“Course. Me fhick arse is special ain't it?” He gave his best Bambi eyes and the red only slightly ruined it.

Kells had to make a point so he slipped his hand under the water and with three fingers he prodded at Dom's hole. The boy jumped so hard water splashed out of the bath and he whimpered low. “Exactly. Your ass is special but I don't think you can handle another round so soon. My cock is bigger than that.”

“Mines bigger. You take me multiple times a night.” The Alpha quite literally whined and Col had to give in to something but he hadn't decided what yet.

“I haven't let you fuck my ass yet. My cunt is different and I'd have killed you for trying round two early on. It takes time baby. You'll get there.” He soothed, trying to get the other settled against his chest again.

“But I'm ‘orny.” The killer grumbled.

“I can see that.” Colson joked but he had to swallow hard at the sight of his lover’s dick just under the surface of the water. His tip was resting just at the surface, his foreskin pulled back naturally, and his head was shiny pink. “There's other ways to get off.” He purred against the boy's ear and felt him shudder. His hand moved through the water until he could wrap his palm around Dom’s shaft. The Alpha sighed and pressed back against him. “Wrap your arms around my neck. Hold on to the tub. I've got you.”

Dominic did as directed and moved his hands until he could grab the edge of the bath behind his mate's head. His hips thrust up without permission and Col eased his grip. The omega was still in control and he knew it with every fiber of his being. Hell, he didn't want his power back yet. Maybe ever. Everything felt too good. Shiny. Perfect. He watched rapt as Kells stroked him, his foreskin making the glide easy. He wanted to fuck up but he tried to keep himself relaxed. He couldn't help shaking though.

“Good boy. Just take it. Take what Daddy gives you like the good little bitch you are.” Col growled against Dom's ear before nipping the lobe. The noise that escaped his mate had his gold eyes going wide and his core tingling. How had he gone so long without finding that sensitive spot and turn-on for the killer? He used it to his advantage as he kept his pace steady, his tongue flicking out to curl around the shell of the Alpha's ear. A kink was forming in his neck so he pulled Dom higher in his lap, opening up more of the other to attack with his mouth.

Dom moaned and melted against his mate, tilting his head to give the bastard more access. He'd never realized how sensitive he was there but every nibble or lick went straight to his throbbing cock. He was aching and leaking precum down his shaft that Colson gathered up before squeezing his tip for more and when the omega tweaked his nipple with his free hand he almost jolted out of his skin. He felt every bit the bitch his partner called him, if he was able he knew he'd be wet as fuck. Every touch was like electricity through his body. That pressure he'd been missing before was building fast now and the only thing that would make it better was if he could get his mate off too. For once he wasn't shamed chasing his own pleasure, he wasn't upset that Kells was focusing on him. He took every touch and let it set his nerves aflame, his orgasm building with every pass of Col's thumb over his slit.

“Gonna cum for me?” The omega asked, his fangs gently set against the boy's ear.

Dom nodded and whined louder, water sloshing around them as they moved. “Yeah- fuck yes, please? Yeah-” His voice was so breathy he sounded like every porn they'd watched together. They never needed it but sometimes it was just fun to know they were better. Colson liked to watch and boast how much bigger they both were than the onscreen men until he's turned himself on too much and they fucked it out, moaning louder than the girl on screen getting railed.

“Gonna beg me for it?” Col kept his edge but he was aching by this point, grinding his own cock against the Alpha's ass. He knew he was probably making his mate's pain worse but the other didn't complain, too lost to his own needs.

“Please? Lemme cum? Need it- sososoclose-” Dom slurred, trying to search out Col’s lips with his own. They could barely kiss, they were both panting too hard but their tongues met wet and messy.

Colson bit playfully at his lover's lips before he moved back to his ear and squeezed his knot hard. He whispered the word the killer had been desperately waiting for but it felt like permission for himself as well. “Cum.” He wrapped both his palms around Dom's dick, one to keep him feeling like they were locked together and the other to keep stroking closer to his crown. He rutted his own between the boy's cheeks until he hit that peak and felt Dom fall over it with him. He covered the Alpha's tip with his fingers to watch him shoot pearly white over his skin. He wanted to make a mess as he came hot against Dom's lower back, they were already in the water so why not?

Dominic rocked his hips as his pleasure washed over him, his ass grinding back against his lover hard. He hadn't even realized what Col was doing until he felt him twitch against his lower spine. He could barely focus as they rode out their rapture but he trusted his mate to take care of him. At one point he thought he tried to catch the omega's cock with his hole but Kells groaned and kept himself from slipping in.

Eventually they slowed and settled and Dom cuddled himself against Colson everywhere he could. He just wanted to curl up and rest but the fucker started bathing him. Talking to him. Trying to keep him awake in the nice warm water. He had a thought he might feel bad later for being so much trouble but for the time being he couldn't see past his own wants and desires. He was a mess in his lover's hold but the man took care of him every step of the way.

Colson washed his Alpha's wild hair and gently wiped his body down. He did what he could for himself but he'd learned well how to clean up his own body while keeping another body above water. He had to do it all the time with Punk. At the thought of their son he started to miss him, it was already the longest time they'd been apart, but he didn't think he'd be able to care for both his bitch and their boy so instead he focused on his partner.

After they were clean he helped his mate out of the bath and for once toweled the killer off instead of being dried by the boy. It felt good to return the care Dom had given him so many times and he was starting to see why his mate loved it so much. He couldn't say he wasn't still selfish, he was sure they'd be back to normal by the next day because it worked for them, but he vowed to himself to let his lover explore this side of himself more. He obviously needed it deep down.

Dom sighed happily when he was finally led to bed. He knew logically they needed to dry off first but it still had him grumpy that he had to stand up so long. When he was finally surrounded by their blankets and pillows he smiled and held up his arm for his omega. Colson made sure to clean up first, picking up their messy towel and dropping it in the wash basket. By the time he eased in bed the other man was pouting again but grinned when he felt Kells move close. It was then that the dominant dropped something the killer never expected, something he'd hoped for but never been allowed. With a soft loving voice he asked- “You wanna try feeding? Just this once. I thought I pumped everything but I guess I make this shit too fast. It'll ache by morning if you don't and I don't want to wake everyone up by getting Punk back.”

Kells was surprised at himself and not being completely honest. He would be fine if he didn't get sucked before sun up but it was something he knew Dom had been desperate to try though he'd been so good about not asking. He caught him looking though, he knew he hoped. Finally his spacey boy opened his crimson eyes and met his gaze, both their cheeks flushed warm. “You sure?” The Alpha asked back softly and Col nodded.

“Yeah. You can try it. If you want. Please?” His voice was barely more than a breath as Dom started to move. He was slow in case Kells needed to stop him but that was the last thought in his mind. Their eyes stayed on each other until the killer was to close and he looked down at his target. His lover's swollen nipple. His tongue flicked over his lips before he gently wrapped his mouth around the bud. He'd sucked and bitten Col bloody there before but he'd been kept away since his milk came in.

The first pull went all the way down to Colson's feet and his toes curled like Dom's had earlier. He felt wet between his thighs but he tried not to bring attention to it. This was about resting and bonding, not sex. He wrapped his arm around his mate and pet through Dom’s hair. Something felt so fucking erotic about knowing his milk was in his Alpha's belly though and after a moment he realized it wasn't just that way for him. Dom was hard as a rock between them as their bodies pressed closer together and Col lost himself to the sounds of his lover suckling. His feeding sounded desperate, as if he was starving and this was his first sustenance in weeks. The Alpha let out little moans with every pull and gasps with every breath. Kells tried to control himself but the other man couldn't.

Dom's hand wandered down his partner's body until it disappeared between Col’s legs. He'd gushed a river for the Alpha earlier but he was drenched already and so hot at his core. He teased his fingertips between his omega's folds before sinking two deep inside him. He noticed with every suck his mate's inner walls spasmed and they both knew his touch wouldn't be enough. He pulled his hand free and slid Colson's thigh over his. It didn't take much work to get his dick inside him, their bodies knew each other almost better than their minds. Once they were settled he fed his digits between his mate's lips and Kells licked his own slick clean and sucked his bitch like he would his cock.

“You're supposed to- fuck- obey me.” Col slurred around his touch.

Dominic nodded and stopped drinking long enough to pant out- “I am. M’yours. Wha' ya want me to do?”

Kells looked down at those crimson eyes and milk wet red swollen lips. His cunt clenched tight around Dom's cock as he thought it over. He couldn't stop now. “Shit just don't stop.” He yanked the Alpha against his tit and rolled them over, pulling his legs up the moment his knees hit the mattress. He didn't pull away, if anything they curled around each other and Dom thrust up and he pressed down. Teeth teased his nipple as they rolled together and they held on tight to each other.

It didn't take long for that coil to pull tight in his belly but it felt almost stronger for all the ways Dom was driving him wild. He fought to stay in control but he knew he was losing the tether, it was getting washed away on a wave of pleasure. They weren't supposed to fuck like this yet and they both knew it but the Alpha tried to be gentle. He really did.

Dom was overwhelmed by the feeling of Col’s pussy, he was tighter and hotter than he'd been since his heat. Everything felt silky smooth and he didn't know if it was just that he'd been kept out so long but it felt new and filthy, especially coupled with his feeding. He sucked until the flow eased and he gasped for air as he switched sides, curling his lips around the other nipple and teasing it rough with his fangs. Kells let out a broken noise and bucked down harder to meet him thrust for thrust. He couldn't stop it and he hoped he wasn't making a mistake. He never wanted to hurt his mate more than he could handle. His own ass was aching every time it touched the bed but he wouldn't roll the omega on his back, Col needed to feel in control and he'd obey whatever he said. “Knot me?” Except maybe that… Shite. He didn't think he could hold back when commanded.

Kells was in heaven and lost in his need, he knew he might ache later but he didn't care. This was their first night alone and he'd savor every moment. He was so close he just needed that last damn thing. Dom moaned against his inked chest and held him tighter, his hips bouncing in time with his suckling. The omega didn't trust the man to obey so as he felt his lover start to pop he slammed himself down. His cunt was a dripping mess, wet enough that he slipped in and out easily, and the younger man couldn't do shit against his dominant. Not that he wanted to, they both needed to connect completely and as Colson hit that edge and fell over he dragged his lover with him.

The feeling of Col’s core spasming in pleasure around his cock broke the Alpha completely. His head fell back as his rapture hit and he grinded up hard as he held his mate down. Their bodies locked together at the first rush of white heat and they rocked through it as Kells drenched them both and their bed.

“Good boy. Fuck- so good.” The omega moaned when Dom rolled them to their sides but kept gently swaying. The boy choked on a mouthful and swallowed hard, pulling off with a soft hiccuping sound that had Col arching his brow. They were both panting as they came down but neither was completely done cumming. Their bodies had missed this, no matter how much they didn't think themselves traditional Alpha and omega. Their bond needed this and had been denied too long but he could already feel the ache in his core that he was sure Dom felt in his ass.

“Fairs fairs.” Dom hummed, giving Col a milk wet kiss. His nose wrinkled at the sweetness but it was still oddly arousing to taste himself on his lover. He supposed it didn't matter what it was. He was inside the killer in almost every way he could be and now his psycho was inside him.

“Doc is gonna kill us.” He teased back, resting his forehead to Dom's. The Alpha grinned and giggled, shrugging one shoulder.

“Long as you ain't ‘urt I don't care. You me only boss.”

“Damn straight.”

“I dunno luv, fink tha' was pretty damn gay.”

“You have boob juice on your face, how is that gay?”

Dom rolled his eyes and licked his lips. “Because I got tha’ milk from a man. Now don't ruin me snuggles alright?” Dom pouted out his puffy bottom lip and Kells was honestly surprised it could actually get bigger. He huffed softly and let his lover cuddle against him. He wouldn't ruin it because this was still technically aftercare. Right? Or did he lose the plot at some point? It didn't matter, they'd spent their first night alone better than he'd planned and they still had enough time to catch up on sleep.

He tried to relax, they'd slept plenty of times with Dom locked inside him but even as they started to go soft and he should be drifting he couldn't find the peace he needed.

Dominic was trying to fall asleep in his partner’s hold but the man was slightly tense even after everything they did. He felt off too but he wasn't sure why, they should be ecstatic to have a night of quiet and alone time. They both tried to relax, holding each other and tracing patterns on each other's skin but no matter how calm the night was they couldn't drift completely. “I'll go get ‘im.” Dom whispered and pressed a kiss to Col’s lips before as gently as possible trying to pull out.

“Thank you.” Kells muttered, he hated to admit it was driving him mad. He had to bite his lip not to whimper as he felt his mate's soft cock slip free. He was sure there was blood on Dom like there had been on him. He almost made a joke about it feeling like their first time again but he didn't want to worry the boy in his still fuzzy state of mind.

The Alpha went to the bathroom and rinsed his dick off in the sink before wetting a cloth to clean up his love. Kells was waiting for him with his legs spread, so used to being carefully cleaned already. Things started to feel more normal for Dom as he lovingly washed his omega's thighs and between his legs. He knew there was blood and he was tempted to suck the cloth clean but he kept enough control of himself to toss it in the basket and pull on a pair of shorts.

Colson waited patiently as he watched his lover slip out their door but Dom was back with their son faster than he had expected. “Blain ‘ad ‘im on the couch. Lil one was sleeping on ‘is bruv’s chest. Boy weren't even passed out yet. Said he won a bet wiv Tom.” The killer laughed softly as he nuzzled his baby boy's head. He almost didn't want to hand him over but he did, laying the tot on his mumma’s chest before he curled up against Col’s side. There, now everything felt right.

“How much?” He chuckled back.

“Twenty I fink. Said we wouldn't last five ‘ours and I guess Tom fhought we'd fuck longer.” Dom hummed, wiggling out of his shorts before he covered them both up with a sheet and laid his palm over his son's back.

“Well he's used to it. We definitely will. At some point. Ya know, after we heal up and get used to being away from Punk longer. I mean shit, we've got my heat coming up at some point.” He wanted to believe they hadn't lost their ability to go all night. It was just that a new baby changed their priorities for now.

“Course we bloody will. Gonna be locked up in ‘ere for days.” Dom agreed, his dick twitching at the thought. Could he even handle a real full heat or would they catch again so soon?

“Damn straight.” Kells sighed as he got comfortable and closed his eyes. This was how it was supposed to be and what had been missing before. This was perfect.

Dom decided not to tease him again, their next cycles would be anything but straight he was sure. His lover was already half asleep though and he wouldn't try, he was suddenly too exhausted again for anything but rest. His body had been completely worked out and every muscle relaxed. He just held most of his family closer as they all drifted off, they would face anything else when it came for them.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

That was longer, yay! I actually really had fun with this one. I kept thinking I was close to a chapter break and they were like 'nah, we got another round' 🤭 Naughty boys. I'm starting to think a heat might be closer than they think but I suppose we'll see. Probably some plot soon but who knows with these boys. I hope you're enjoying it! 🖤❤️‍🔥

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boolger · 17 days

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I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 6 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[Chapter 1] ☆ [chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4] ☆ [chapter 5] ☆ [chapter 6] ☆[chapter 7]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 6/10 ☆ 1,935 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, suicidal thoughts, more will be added

extra note: Ahem, first of all, this is fiction, this is not a healthy relationship, secondly, In case you haven’t noticed in any of the former 5 chapters, i am not a hacker and i don’t really understand a lot of it, so just. Sssh. play along. third thing, Fae has some short suicidal thoughts.

You didn’t quite remember how you got from the car to the room Kate had been keeping you in; you were overwhelmed, your legs feeling like jello, humiliation from the failed escape attempt, from the spanking - from Price watching the spanking.

Even worse, how you had liked it, how Kate’s hand had rested on your burning behind, gently caressing the soft, warm skin, fingers trailing along your stretch marks. If she saw how wet your pussy was, she didn’t comment on it.

A part of you had expected her to leave you alone afterwards, angry with the lack of replies yesterday, with the way you escaped and had to be caught again.

Shame made you nauseous for a moment - you were back, your attempt nothing but a failure, having been spanked in the car like a naughty child. This whole thing was getting worse and worse - you were supposed to be the kidnapper, you were supposed to be the dangerous one, the one who would catch Kate and bring her back to yours, instead, here you were, the least dangerous being in the room.

You sat down on the bed, instantly regretting it as your ass hurt, making you tip to the side and lay down, tears still filling your eyes.

“ ‘nough of that, pretty thing,” she said, standing next to you, reaching down to touch your cheek, as if to say you were being too dramatic , “you took your punishment yeah?”

“You were going to kill me,” you cried, trying to ignore the softness of her hand, your tears seeping down into the bedsheets, “ you were going to kill me. ”

Kate huffed, then straightened up, her touch leaving you, beginning to pull off her suit jacket. She wore a gun harness beneath that you tried to ignore.

“But I didn’t, did I?” She casually argued, “in fact, you got off easily with a spanking.”

Your gaze met hers. You wanted to scream. She stood there, all calmly, as if you were throwing a tantrum for no reason.

“You - you pointed a gun at me!!”

“I’m a mob boss,” she casually pointed out, rolling up her sleeves as you tried not to look at her forearms. “It really shouldn’t surprise you.”

You looked away. In this room, she was the dangerous one. You could scream, cry, claw at her desperately - and she could easily shoot you. Leave your messed up brain splattered across her light, expensive bed sheets.

“There is a mole in my gang.” A flicker of a lighter and the sound of Kate breathing in as a cigarette was lit. You listened to her blow out the smoke before she continued. “I want you to help me find out who they are and what they want.”

The hand that touched your cheek once again became wet with your tears.

“Why should I?” You asked.

“Won’t kill you then.”

Alice would have… Alice would have thought a lot of things, but she was dead. The sister shaped hole in your heart screamed that dying meant meeting her again. It meant peace for once, the pain of going to her funeral gone. Perhaps you would be buried next to her. Then again, if it was the Watcher or the 141 gang in general, who killed you, you would probably end up somewhere where nobody would find you for at least 10 years. Perha–

Snap!

You blinked wildly as Kate pulled back her fingers after having snapped them right in front of your face.

“C’mon Fae,” Her voice was gentler somehow and she sat down next to you. The gun in the holster that you had spotted just moment ago was gone - put away while you were lost in your own mind, “Where is that strong, dangerous kidnapper of mine, hm?”

You frowned, but didn’t push her away as she gently caressed your cheek. You had stopped crying without realising.

“Don’t remember me bein’ a good kidnapper,” you argued stubbornly, voice not as strong as before. An amused huff left Kate.

“Not really,” her hand ran along your back, along your spine, stopping just at the edge of the sweatpants, “But you are a good hacker.”

You wanted her to touch you so badly - even as your asscheeks were still warm from the spanking, you wanted the same hands to run along the rest of your body. Damn your tired, fucked up, horny mind for wanting this woman.

“You know, good girls get rewards,” she continued as her fingers ran up along your spine again, voice much softer, “even for small things.”

Her hand repeated the pattern. Her long legs crossed next to you, blue eyes watching you intensely. Like a spider, trying to lure in its prey to the web, promising safety. If you did this - perhaps you could get out quicker? Being allowed to leave instead of having to run off?

“I need access to electronics then,” you pointed out carefully. It would give you an opportunity to check out possible ways to run off as well.

“Already done,” those two words were almost cooed at you and the hand from your spine disappeared, only to return to your chin. Your face was tipped towards her and she was leaning down - and before you knew what was happening, she was kissing you. It was short, but sweet and it left you breathless as she pulled back again. She was grinning and you felt like the world had stopped moving for just a moment.

“Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll get you some new clothes and access to a laptop then,” she offered, hand still on your chin. You just mutely nodded. Kate smiled, her thumb moving to touch your bottom lip for just a moment before pulling back.

“C’mon then, Fae,” she said, giving your ass a smack, pulling you from your trance as the pain spread, making you curse.

Bloody hell.

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Perhaps it had been naive of you to believe they would give you free access to a laptop, without supervision. Nope. You had one displeased Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick breathing down your neck, watching you work. He had apparently been one of those not able to catch you earlier - so they drew lots and he lost, earning the duty of being your guard for the rest of the day. Which apparently didn’t interest him one bit. If you had to listen to one of his stupid ass questions one more time, you were going to –

“What are you doing now?”

You closed your eyes with annoyance. You couldn’t hit him. You couldn’t hit him.

“I’m writing a code.”

“For what?”

“To help me look for discrepancies in your security system,” you patiently answered. What annoyed you the most was that you were pretty sure that Kyle knew most of what he asked about. It almost seemed like a petty way to get back at you.

“Ever considered running competitively?” Yeah, he was definitely doing his best to annoy you.

“Nope. Only do that when I fear for my life.” You dryly answered, making the other man snicker. Your fingers never stopped their dance across the keyboard.

“It was impressive.”

“Thanks, it sucked.”

“Bet the spanking was worse.”

Your fingers stopped and you took a deep breath, pretending you didn’t want to run away with shame. Another snicker left him. Of course they all knew about it. You returned to your task, continuing to go through the different files.

“The running were worse,” you just muttered. Kyle seemed amused at that.

“Well you can always ask for mo–”

“Does Kate have any enemies?” you asked, cutting his no doubt embarrassing comment off, as you stared at a file, before following its trail that had been somewhat deleted.

“Plenty,” Kyle answered, “The 141 isn’t really buddies with anyone, you know?”

“Kate in particular-” you asked.

“Nobody knows she is the leader outside the main ring - except you of course but–”

“Somebody does now.” You turned the laptop towards him more, “Because the mole told them.”

1: Watcher _s Kate Laswell. N_t John Price. 2: Good work. You w_ll be r_warded. 1: The h_cker is still aliv_. 2: Del_te th_s_ emails w_th the virus I s_nt you. I will contact yo_ o__r t_e ph_ne.

You watched Kate Laswell, John Price and Simon Ghost Riley all bend over to look at the laptop screen.

“And you don’t know who any of the senders are?” Ghost asked even though you had already told them so.

“No. The virus was self-destructive in a way. I don’t know, I need more time to find out something.”

“How old is this?”

“I don’t know exactly but…” you didn’t want to say it out loud because if you did, it felt more real.

“But you’re mentioned in there,” Price concluded as he straightened his back, before looking over at Kate, the two of them having an almost silent conversation.

You didn’t like this one bit. If Alice had been alive she would have found this hilarious , teasing with how you were such a bad kidnapper, that you got kidnapped in return and pulled into a bigger mobster mess.

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Kate Laswell had pretty fingers.

Those pretty fingers showed you a good time that night. Kate hadn’t been kidding when she promised you a reward for finding something.

It wasn’t anything wild, she got you off on her hand, yet it was more than you had expected and it was everything you had dreamt off. She had cooed in your ear as you tried fucking yourself harder on your finger, calling you beautiful. Touching the fat on your stomach and giving it a squeeze, fingers running along your stretch marks, teasing your nipples, even slapping your pussy once - and it turned you on so much more than you liked to admit. Your back was pressed against her front and she never undressed herself, but she had you sit in between her legs, not wearing anything.

Tipping your head to the side to kiss you again, murmuring praise, leaving small kisses down your neck and throat, but not leaving a mark behind. The only marks from the whole ordeal were the ones on your ass.

That night you slept next to Kate. Why exactly she kept you in her bed, you weren’t sure - the mattress beneath you was soft, it wasn’t too hot or too cold, everything was physically perfect. But you couldn’t sleep.

When you got up to go to the bathroom, Kate muttered a few nonsensical things, but didn’t wake up properly. You didn’t turn on the light in the bathroom, your eyes getting used to the dark. You were tired.

You had eaten earlier, without any form of defiance - but the soles of your feet were sore and had small cuts and skin scraping from your escape attempt - your ass was still a little sore from the spanking as well.

The person in the mirror didn’t feel like you. You weren’t supposed to be here, in a wealthy bathroom, surrounded by all kinds of stuff that you would never need.

You opened the bathroom door, but stopped. There was a bump outside the door - a small groan - then another small bump, making you frown. It was around 3 am if you weren’t wrong. You heard the other door to the bedroom open, making you freeze… panic surged through you, making it hard to breathe, because the person stepping in wasn’t anyone you had seen before.

#fanfiction #my writing #boolger #cod fanfic #call of duty #call of duty kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #kate laswell #cw dubcon #mobster cod au #cod mob au

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sansblkgirlfriend · 2 years

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Greedy - (C.JH) (Drabble)

Synopsis: You're just a little greedy when it comes to your boyfriend Pairing: Choi Jongho Rating: 18+ MDNI

Tags: Dom!Jongho, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex (wrap your weenies), degradation, slight dumbification,

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“Mhm…Look at you, Fucked so god you can barely speak..”

“You missed me that much? You missed me fucking you so good.”

Jongho just chuckled as he listened to your pitiful moans. Your legs felt like jello as he was pounding into you. His grip on your hips was strong enough to leave bruises, giving a delicious feeling of pain and pleasure.

You remembered a comment Jongho made while you were cuddling together one day this week, how he would love to just come home to you all dolled up for him. Makeup and hair done pretty for him to ruin it, all for him.

His pretty little cub.

So who were you to deny his request?

That’s how you ended up face down, ass up with Jongho fucking you like a mad man, His deep groans were music to your ears and your pitiful sounding moans were his motivation to keep going. “Please, keep going..” You whimper out and Jongho simply chuckles, “I am cub…I am. Don’t you worry, my greedy little thing..”

You gasped as you felt yourself clench around his cock. Dirty talk always sent shocks through you, and it was rare when Jongho did it. So to hear him talking to you like this just made you melt.

“‘M not greedy..” You pouted and he smirks at you, slowing his pace earning a whine from you.

“Oh yeah? But you’re the one begging me to go faster…pleading with me to fuck your stupid little brains out. Even though i’m giving you exactly what you want..” Jongho says, his thrusts being slow and rhythmic, Hitting that sweet spot in you.

“And since you’re being greedy, I can be greedy too~”

His pace suddenly picks up again, earning a near scream of pleasure from you.

“Now, shut up and take it like a good girl.”

#ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #jongho x reader #Jongho smut #Choi jongho smut #choi jongho x reader #Jongho x reader smut #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #evesnightclub (18+)#evesdrabbles

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nerves-nebula · 2 months

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Ages and ages ago, I had a conversation with a loveless aro because I was curious and didn't quote get what loveless meant. They explained that, at least for them and some people they knew they identified as loveless because the concept of love will always be related to romance. And I sort of got it, especially for English speakers (I like analysing the world through the lens of language despite very much not being a linguist) but my first language deeply connects the concept of love to familial live first and foremost, something I told them and they said that they didn't consider language a factor to how someone perceives love but they thought that loveless could still apply in that context just to those dont connect with familial love aswell as romantic love. Im simplyfying it, but either way, it was an interesting discussion.

Anyway because of a certain character from In Stars and Time I have been thinking about my own experiences with being aro and that I remembered that conversation and realised that one of the reasons my aromatic ass is so obsessed with romance despite being aromatic is because my stupid brain views it as an escape from familial love. That I dread deep in my bones that the only people who will ever love me, want me, are my family.

So I'm inflicting this realisation upon you

Linguistics!

(Not a linguist)

(I do not mean this as a vent, I just find the idea of a aromatisism being differently experienced depending on background fascinating and wanted to share)

They explained that, at least for them and some people they knew they identified as loveless because the concept of love will always be related to romance.

but my first language deeply connects the concept of love to familial love first and foremost

they said that they didn't consider language a factor to how someone perceives love but they thought that loveless could still apply in that context just to those dont connect with familial love aswell as romantic love

maybe i'm not understanding this but i'm not sure how this isn't a good example of how language DOES factor into how someone perceives love... also no spoilers for stars & time !!! i'm planning on watching jello's streams of it over the summer

realised that one of the reasons my aromatic ass is so obsessed with romance despite being aromatic is because my stupid brain views it as an escape from familial love. That I dread deep in my bones that the only people who will ever love me, want me, are my family.

kind of same? like i never believed that only my family would/could love me but there's this sense that familial "love" or "bonds" are more long lasting than anything else. what I want is a bond that feels that unbreakable, that kind of "you will always be my sister even if we hate each other nothing will change that" sort of bond that ties people's lives together, that's what interests me about romantic relationships.

but i don't feel romantic or sexual attraction. i feel affection i guess? idk. but i still want that bond. i want that bond. i want someone who, when making plans, will say they have to see what I'm doing first. I my life enmeshed with someone elses, to be able to rely on them. but i don't know how to get it cuz i hate dating and romance and sex lmao.

#nnstuff #ask #aroace #aromantic #arospec #oops now im just ranting sfdsf

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infoglitch · 1 year

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Me just giving my honest opinions.

Ok so I've been working a story about p03 and the challenger (because good lord most of the fans of inscryption are only there for that smug sassy android asshole!)

Since I'm still working on that story but I feel like contributing at least three more post about this masterpiece of a game I'm just going to give my opinions on the scrybes (be ready for magnificus slander because I'm about to drop a doo- no, no. Not gonna let that out yet.)

Regardless I'll be doing this in order of the scrybes stones (1st grimora, 2nd leshy, 3rd the smug android, 4th the living moss pile)

Grimora. Oh boy, I'll be honest I have.. complicated emotions about this old scrybe. One I love her character and her motivation but for the love of GOD does she also makes me infuriated. This is the card lover in me but like.. I wanna play more. Let me have my final fight with leshy that doesn't involve DELETION! Regardless, I like her character.

Leshy. If it wasn't obvious by nickname I give this grampa of the forest. I enjoy leshy. All this Man is wanting to do is play cards. Yeah he sealed his fellow scrybes into cards but ah it's water under the bridge. 2/3rds of them deserved it anyway. So yeah if I could befriend any scrybe. It be leshy.

P03. I... I have a love/hate relationship with this smug sassy android. I want to punt him into the stratos but also enjoy when hes a smug little shit. I'll either being laughing at his death or laughing at how well he plays the Uberbots. This smug sassy ass android will always have me rolling.

Magnificus. So I've had a positive reaction to almost all of the scrybes. This isnt one of them. Pardon me as I'm about to take a FAT SHIT all over this MF. Those who haven't caught on, I hate this pile of LIVING MOSS! One he's a horrible, HORRIBLE! Teacher. Like yeah he taught his students magic but may I remind you whats happening to them RIGHT NOW. Ones head is impaled on a PIKE! A FUCKING PIKE! The other one is just straight jello at this point Aside from his eyes and brain. Oh yeah and the last one just straight up hates the pile of moss during act 3! I have a deep hatred for magnificus and even deeper hate for his boss fight. I'm sorry I don't care if the games already random MY CARDS EFFECT SHOULDN'T BE!

Ok... I'm done. Sorry I probably subjected you all to brain rot but I just wanted to get this out.

#inscryption #inscryption leshy #inscryption p03 #grimora #magnificus

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readyplayerziggy · 6 months

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Gift for @gluttonygirls:

"Hello? Hellooo? Wake up."

You felt sluggish and not just in the 'I just woke up and don't want to move' way but more in the 'my limbs feel heavy as rocks' kind of way. Your hands barely responded to the mental commands you sent their way and forget your feet, those were a lost cause.

"Hey. Wake the hell up already. That's the last time I ask you nicely."

A head of green greeted you when you finally managed to get your eyes open, the woman looking down at you where you lay on the bed(?) through eyes half-lidded in exasperation instead of arousal.

"Finally. Thought I was gonna have to melt some of the ice down for water. That or waste some of the soda."

You could not, for the life of you, recall who this woman was or what she was doing here. Unfortunately you also couldn't ask her that since the moment you opened your mouth to do it the mother of all burps got out, taking what little brain activity you'd manage to work up with it.

BRRRUUUUUUUOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRPPPP!!!!

Groaning, you struggled to lift a hand to your mouth to wipe off the drool on your chins...Wait chins?

Feeling your face up you could feel much more than the one chin you last remembered having on your face, at least three. And that wasn't all, you hand was bigger, chunkier than before, with sausage fingers that could barely bend and were almost consumed by wrist flab, leading to an arm twice as thick as your previous neck!

And when you managed to strain your neck enough to look down, you'd see the rest of you was just as much of a mess. Your tits had ripped multiple holes in your shirt, your gut was covered in food remnants and spread out like a blanket made of fat, going half a yard tot he ceiling even with gravity pushing it down, spilling out to cover your hips, pushing your chest into your chins and covering your thighs halfway to your knees.

And speaking of your thighs, though you couldn't see them very well due to the belly blanket taking up most of your view, you could feel how huge they were, feel the heat of your gut against them, the sweat pooling in the roll of your legs, the stings of cool air where your naked flesh broke through what was left of your pants.

"Oorrrruuuppp...You're not falling asleep again right?"

Your attention was taken off your fat as fuck body and brought back to the woman, currently turned away from you and giving you a view of one the fattest asses you'd ever seen, each cheek clearly larger than you were right now and jiggling like jello in her pants as she shuffled in place. Her hips outsized the width of her shoulders twice over at least and each fat thigh was so thick you'd need to clone yourself to wrap your arms around one.

The fat wasn't limited to her butt either. Turning around you could see a sagging apron gut in the making jutting forward, dark skin gleaming in the light thanks to the sweat going down it and obscuring the waistband of her pants, along with her pelvis, from view. The skin rippled as she pat it with one hand, the other cramming what looked to be a very large chunk of cake into her mouth, blue frosting dotting her nose and crumbs getting caught in her generous cleavage as she did so.

"GRRRUUUUUUAAAARRP!! Guessing you're finally ready to go again so let's not waste anymore time. Open up and keep it that way okay?"

Stepping towards you with a rolling cart packed end to end (much like your gut will be) with pastries of all kinds and more than a few gallons of milk, sodas and ice cream, thighs smacking together with each step, whatever dread you could feel pooling in your stomach was immediately smacked down by the hunger welling within. Gripping your chins, the emerald-haired woman (whose name continued to elude you) forced you to face her as she plucked a cupcake the size of a coffee pot off the cart, waving it under your nose and even taking a lick of the frosting before pushing it into your mouth, smirking as she heard you begin to slobber against it.

"Happy Birthday. Fatty~"

#temp muse: emerald #just a mumble #pov stuff is hard #why is this so much longer than I meant for it to be

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 2 years

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Another thought- cause I just can’t get Ransom and kitten off the brain (feel free to ignore 🤫)

I’m in my hurt-comfort feels, so I’ve been thinking of kitten getting her feelings a little hurt when she hears Ransom dumb friends or someone talking about another woman hanging all over Ransom or someone that Ransom slept with when kitten wasn’t in town. She tries to rationalize with herself- knowing they aren’t exclusive (duh- stupid Neil) but she’s being irrational and it hurts. How would Ransom react?

I see you are feeling those hurt comfort feels today babes! But these two are such a mess that I was excited to tackle this moment for them. Do you think Ransom be hooking up with other girls while Kitten is home in Connecticut with Neil?

What Has You Hissing, Kitten?

Warnings- 18+ Only Blog. Some mean Ransom and mad Kitten hiding their feelings with some angry fucking. Mentions of purchasing drugs. This is a cheater series!

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You were at the bar seething right now. Enough so your expensive drink that Ransom insisted on purchasing for you was shot like it was a dollar jello shot instead of the top-shelf premium liquor meant to be appreciated.

It wasn't often you were in the city, but Ransom had promised to be quick, one of his "acquaintances" sending him a text promising to sell him the current illegal substance of choice. He had promised that it would be a good time for both of you and you didn't mind indulging once in a while.

But that was almost two hours ago and the small group of people, all reeking of too much money and time were just starting to wrap it up finally. The one delivering held up the little baggie of pills, smirking. "Better than the last batch I promise. I know you said last time you got this that girl Stacey was feeling so good she went down faster than that pool girl did for more of it."

That was enough to make you slam your glass down and grab your purse from the counter. You were done with this, it wasn't rational to be upset with Ransom sleeping with other women, it wasn't like you exactly stopped dating Neil. But it did, it made your eyes sting with tears and your throat choke at the idea of it.

Visions of Ransom tangling with ridiculously attractive women, getting some kind of pleasure from them made you unimportant in that moment and it hurt to even picture. You were about to push out the door when you were spun around, pinned back against the wall near the club's entrance.

"Where you running off to Kitten?" Ransom's tone taunted you as he loomed in your space, blocking out anything but his expression daring you to say anything to him about what was said. Smug blue eyes stared you down and you felt that hurt and guilt turn hot in your heart, anger sparking your tongue.

"Why should I hang around if you got all these women ready to fuck you so good Ransom? Go to one of them to get your dick sucked." You moved as if you were about to leave, but he is much larger, stronger.

You didn't stand a chance in leaving unless he was ready to let you go. Ransom shoved you into the clubs' bathroom, making you stumble over your heels but he had you secure enough to shove the two of you into a stall. "Aww Kitten, you fucking jealous? Cute when you get all fired up for no reason." He had your skirt already bunched around your hips and heavy hands grasping the back of your thighs to have you lifted.

"Fuck you Ransom." You spat out before grabbing that stupid smug beautiful face of his and kissing him sharply, teeth sinking into his bottom lip in retaliation for his taunting and his hand was harsh as it slapped at the bottom of your ass.

"Seems like you are already doing a good enough job of that yourself." He snapped back at you between kisses, shoving your panties aside to slap at your pussy to make you yelp, the pain causing pleasure to weep from you. "When I get you off, what are you gonna say Kitten?"

"Tell you you're an asshole Ransom, a trust fund prick. Those other girls say that to you?" Your tongue ran up his neck, biting the tendon while yanking his hair. But that didn't deter his mouth sucking hickeys on your neck, another slap to your ass making it burn.

"Other girls had their mouths stuffed full of dick, maybe I should be doing that to you more often?" You felt his now free cock pressing against you, harshly fucking into you till you flung your head back against the stall door, jarring it while hissing at the sudden good feeling being split open felt. "Nothing? No more spats and hisses from you Kitten?"

"Fuck, just fuck me, Ransom." You tried to take some control, wrapping your legs around him while he thrust into you, bouncing you on his cock in a way that made him seem like he was trying to get you off harshly. Ransom always seemed to know how to angle, where to hit the big fat head of his cock against you till you were going stupid for him.

His large hand went around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you tilt your head where he wanted you, your lips parted in a pant, your moans unhinged and not even trying to hide just how fucked you were because of him. "Is this the only dick in this pussy? I can gaurantee its the better dick fucking you." It was too much, the words, his actions, the venom in his tone as he taunted you.

It made you break, your pussy fluttering around him and your hands grabbing at him to hold on while he continued bouncing you on him. "Just like that, creaming all for me Kitten." His pelvic ground into you, rubbing at your clit that made you sob out in pleasure as he built you to the brink all over again.

"Ransom I can't-"

"Hush Kitten, I know you can, I've seen you cum just from my words alone." He kissed your mouth, lapping into your mouth to twist your tongue, make you whine and moan into him till his fingers rubbed at your clit, using a mix of your arousal and his pre cum to slip and slide against the little swollen nerve till it had you jerking in his hold, his other hand still tight on your neck, squeezing enough to leave prints of his fingers dancing against the column.

You came again, sparks dancing the bathroom lights till they blurred and you heard Ransom's vehement swears cursing you as if you brought him to his ruin, as if he didn't just bring you to yours and you sagged into him, the wall no longer strong enough for you, you needed his broad chest and arms circling you to hold you close, the mutters of your name pressed into your temple.

Both of you were breathing harshly, there was no escaping one another in the cramped bathroom stall, and put up that shield of anger that hid what you wanted but couldn't say. You could deflect though, pretend that none of this made you want more with him.

You couldn't want more, this was just a friend with benefits situation, and how could you be mad at Ransom for doing what you had to do while you stayed with Neil.

"Kitten, listen to me. You are the only one I have been with for months. That price was talking about shit that happened before I ran into you again."

You put on a smug smirk. "You can do what you want Ransom, I was just getting you worked up." Game back on, this was the safest way for you.

Ransom gave you a knowing look but smirked back, willing for now to continue playing along. "Sure Kitten, whatever you say."

#ransom and kitten #ransom drysdale au #ransom drysdale #knives out #knives out au #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #amber writes #sweater writes #amber answers #i love these two messes more then i should #they just cant stop fucking each other even if it hurts people in there lives #oh well #chris evans characters #ransom drysdale fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction

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thatonefrenchwitch · 2 years

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NSFW Headcanons of Josephine.

Warning: This is pure and utter filth. This is pretty nasty and lewd and goes into a lot of depth and VERY sexual. If you do not like basically porn, keep scrolling

if you’re not old enough to vote, gtfo

Body

so we know she is a lil chubby

her body is mostly pale w/ neutral undertones

she has very soft and plush thighs

and yes, her ass is jiggly

a slap makes it ripple

she does have a little tummy that pouches over her coochie a bit

her bra size is 38 DD

her nipples are a dark pink with a blue ish undertone

her inner thighs, shoulder, and under her jaw is her weak points

will turn into your bitch if you kiss all over her neck

her favorite place to be bitten is on her inner thigh and her neck

she can last a good 3 rounds but after that her brain is jello

What does she like to do to her partner?

make out

no, for real, like slow and slightly sloppy kisses where she can lick your tongue and hold on to you

she does like to tease a little here and there, kissing all over their neck and sometimes sucking on it

she does like to put up a little fight, seeing that sex is supposed to be fun for both parties and show their love she can be a little bratty

for example; if someone *cough cough* reiji *cough cough* were to tell her to behave herself, she would simply tell him “no <3” and keep teasing.

also loves to degrade a bit playfully (ex: “And here I thought you were gonna make me behave. How disappointing~”)

she also likes to give head as well, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to receive it either.

she likes hearing how good she makes their partner feel. loving to hear and feel their reactions.

she also may or may not enjoy getting her face fucked- anyways-

but she will bow down to their partner, eventually, and let them take control

if her partner likes it, she’ll call them sir, master, daddy, mistress, my highness, any of those sorts

What turns her on?

more like what does hahahah

she loves getting called “good girl” more than anything

but she is also into getting degraded as well

wrap your hand around her throat and her face will turn red and give you puppy eyes

basically saying how you want her and only her will make her putty in your hands

just make her feel like you crave her more than anything and she’ll do anything you wish

however, she is down for mean sex

like if you made her upset and you’re probably Reiji said something mean like “darling, i didn’t mean it” “i do not care.” and like push them away and like try kissing her neck she will pull your hair and demand you show her how sorry you are

“You’re sorry, no? Show me. Make me forget about those stupid words you said and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

but honestly just do some heavy petty and a sweet make out session and you’ll be forgiven

oh boy if you bend her over a desk or anything or restrict her movement, her rope bunny tendencies will act up and she start moving her hips, trying to get some friction

cover her mouth while you finger her or toy with her, she’s soaking your palm, sorry :/

literally the moment you’re calling her pet, baby doll, princess, or anything sweet she’ll get wet

she gets so ashamed that she gets so turned on by her s/o and often tries to hide her neediness

she honestly wants be used and treated like a piece of meat <3

however a hard limit is slapping her in the face, that makes the session done and will make her sob in a not fun way

also, wants to put Reiji and Ruki now that i’m interacting with @ruki--mukami more in a bunny/maid outfit and make them wait on her hand and foot

kinda wants to peg Ruki to take him down a notch

big same with Reiji but with Reiji she would be meaner

literally wants to tie up Reiji and Ruki and leave a wand on their dicks for hours just for fun and revenge <3

however, she knows she can never do that because if she does, she won’t be walking for the next two weeks

Moans

oh boy

at first it’s very breathy and panty

kind of quiet at first in embarrassment and shame for being so turned on

“Reiji, don’t-“ proceed w/ a small whine

“Ruki, what are you?-“

after a while, she relaxes and lets some more noises fall out.

kind of whiney and needy (especially if she’s riding her s/o or their thigh)

“Oh god, you feel so good~”

“I can’t stop, sir, I’m sorry~”

when she comes her eyes shoot open big and chokes out a small scream.

if their partner keeps going she gets louder and sounds more wanton

“Oh fuck~ J-Just like that!~”

“You’re filling me up so good!~”

She will finish faster the more overstimulated she is and eventually will start crying in pleasure.

“Please, please, master, you feel too good! I-I can’t take it anymore!~”

“I-I gonna break if- Ah!~ You keep going like this!~”

Eventually will just be a babbling, moaning mess, and crying their name constantly. Tears and drool running down their face all the while.

However, if they are edged/ being punished. She will cry a bit more and be begging a bit more.

“Please! I’m sorry I talked to Shu! I-I won’t talk to him ever again, you’re right, he’s worthless and I belong to you, only you! Just please for the love of god let me cum!”

“It hurts, please, I can’t hold back much longer.”

“I’ll be good! I’m sorry I called you an idiot in front of everyone! I’m sorry I made you look like a fool just please give my ass a break! I won’t be able to sit for a week!”

at the end of the session, your sheets will be soaked and she’ll be passed out cold.

(Sweet baby jesus this was one of the most intense thing I published yet… And to think I still have Chapter 5 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers smut #oc headcanons #smut headcanons #diabolik lovers oc headcanons #josephine ako #josephine ako headcanons #basically corn

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RP Starters And Prompts Based On Stupid Shit Me And My Friends Have Said On Discord Calls (NSFW)

Adapt as needed~

Oh that's great! Encourage children to go out and grab neurotoxin lizards.

Cat-Litter Cooch sounds like a B-list Batman villain...

Biting me in the arm will not fix Japan's declining birthrate, Seven.

You have a very visible butthole.

Empty not thine bowls in the can into with thine brother screams.

Yo dawg can your clitoris run DOOM?

A tooth-brushing amount of mustard.

I want to smash my [redacted] against your [redacted].

Broke: bonding over kinks; woke: coming together.

X, NO THOSE ARE TEH ANAL BEADS!

... and send me your pp.

Thankfully, it was parasites.

Normal brain: fear boner; galaxy brain: dangerection.

Excuse me, sir. Would you like some Pineapple Fuck-Off?

Oh wonderful there's crop tops.

Why does his face look so familiar when he's compressed like that? I feel like I've sold onions to this person at Wal-Mart

I will ass-vore you, I swear to god.

SOULEY WOULEY.

"Ya good?" "NO!" "Oh, good, my work here is done then."

Dipple-fucking-docus.

Forethought, schmorethought.

Cannibalism can't solve all your problems, but it can solve one of them, i guess. Might create some more...

If the thing you're eating can have babies with you, not taking gender into account, then yes, i think it's cannibalism.

Oh no, my Adderall!

Panic! At The Mystery Flesh Pit National Park.

Listen... fuck you. I'm gonna sneak into your house in the middle of the night and place a Kraft cheese single on your forehead.

Broke: agnostic; woke: religion't.

Nidhogg Anal Beads.

What if Fazi Bear was a Pacman Amogus?

3 am A-and-B-got-left-alone-in-vc things.

Develop a Jacobson's Organ, 4head.

X enters: “The great cataclysm, faithfully recreated.” Y, immediately: *sneezes three times.*

Does Hoisier call his dick Hooshel?

Don't use the Tokomon as a fleshlight.

Fish the giant hole.

“ -- before he came out as Ishgardian--”

A: I fucked ur mom, shitlips. B: *just fucking vanishes* A: Oh no.

X takes a sippy.

New Autism just dropped.

Mommy Merlwyb said it's my turn with the strap!

A: *presents a jar to B* Get in. C: What on earth are you all doing?

They’ve gone to the jar.

X: *leaves, then comes back* THE CUM AR IN THE SKY.

Use your inside teeth.

Literally never seen you hop into something faster.

X: *asleep in a designated corner with a sign over it saying “X is asleep”*

Y: *points at X* asleep.

Head day.

Do Harry Potter, Starwars, or Shrek qualify as mythology?

UwUterus.

WHY WOULD YOU PEEL AN AU RA???

Tell your mom to redo you...

Don't sing hymns to my ass.

Lord fart-quad.

Can you re-route the piss tube to your mouth?

A: Speaking of piss, I'll be right back.; B: Oh he's gettin' it STRAIGHT from the tap.

Naughty Elezen get sent to the Praetorium to atone for wolf crimes.

Are you immune to smallpox?

Someone remind me that I am an adult and can eat as many enemas as I want.

Scream all you want, the moogles can't hear you from here.

This truly is the Aurum Vale of conversations.

It's MY Ixion, and I'll objectify him if I WANT to!

So Aymsy-waymsy. ya wanna run the fuckin' country?

They're like jello. -- (about catboys)

X: "It's gonna get loud in here I gotta crinkle" *crinkles* Y: "I expected it to be louder" X: "DID YOU WANT IT TO BE LOUDER" Y: "YES" X: *CRINKLES LOUDER*

And, finally, A and B Slowly Losing Track of Their Singular Collective Braincell at 4AM the album, containing such hits as...

"She wears snorp snirps, I wear sneep snops..."

"UwU ... Sussy Baka, walkin' down the street..."

"Your own... personal... Nitwit..."

and the classic... "Animal crackers in my Ass..."

#rp starters #rp prompts #starters #prompts #funny #stupid shit #discord #me and my friends are all insane

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