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I'd Love To Watch
You’re forced to share a room with Noah and he wonders what book you’re reading.
This one is for all my dark romance reading babes, stay slay 🥀
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CW: one bed trope (ugh my fave), mentions of dark romance, fingering, Noah is a MUNCH, squirting, forced proximity (let me know if I need to add any more)
18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader
“Are you kidding me?” You groan, staring at the second suitcase in the bedroom that you called dibs on when you arrived at the Airbnb. “Matt, who put their shit in my room?” You call out to your best friend and tour manager who walks towards you, a smug smirk on his face.
”Well Noah kept saying he would take the couch but there’s a California King in there so I told him he should just bunk in with you tonight.” He leans against the doorframe, grinning. “Call it team building.”
”Team building?” You scoff, exasperated.
All you want is one night to yourself without being stuck in a bus full of sweaty guys and Matt thinks it's funny to let the man you’ve been trying to avoid all tour share your room.
Noah doesn’t like you, it’s been clear since day one. Every time he talks to you he’s so patronising and cocky it makes your blood boil but it’s not like you can say much. You’re just their merch girl after all, replaceable. If it wasn’t for Matt you wouldn’t even have the opportunity so you keep your mouth closed and stay out of Noah’s way unless it’s important.
“Does Noah know that we’re sharing?” You fold your arms over your chest, staring at your best friend.
Matt chuckles. “More than aware, he actually seemed fine with it.” Your eyebrow raises in surprise and he laughs. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
You watch Matt retreat to his room and get to work pulling your pyjamas out from your suitcase, locking yourself in the bathroom to get ready for what you now know is going to be a hell of a long night.
While brushing your teeth you hear someone shuffle into the bedroom and you groan internally. Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, you gather your discarded clothes from the day and take a deep breath before opening the en-suite door.
Noah is lying spread eagle on the bed, wearing a pair of basketball shorts with no top, scrolling on his phone. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence when you put your things back into your suitcase. You roll your eyes, grabbing your book to sit in the window seat across from the bed for a while, quietly reading to yourself. The silence is thick and you can hear his heavy breathing, distracting you from your book.
Your eyes flick from the dark romance novel to the man on the bed, eyes trailing over the expanses of ink that cover his toned skin and you feel heat pooling in your core.
”Anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” His voice breaks you out of your trance and your eyes flick back to the words on the page.
You scoff. “I wasn’t staring, you just breathe really loud and it’s pissing me off.”
He chuckles darkly. “Yeah, sure thing sweetheart.”
The sound of movement reaches your ears but you daren’t look at him, lifting the book higher to hide your red face. Suddenly the novel is snatched from your hands and you scramble to grab it back from him.
”Heartless Heathens?” He hums, holding the book out of your reach as he reads the blurb then flicks through a couple of pages, eyes widening. “Jesus, Y/N. I didn’t realise you were into this kinky shit.”
Your face is tomato red, burning hot as you try to wrestle the book from his hands.
“Noah give me my book back!”
All he does is laugh, eyes flicking back and forth as he reads the page I had bookmarked. “Oh my god! ‘Does that tight pussy hurt when my fat cock stretches it out like this?’ Wow…”
His dark eyes meet yours and you squeeze them shut out of embarrassment, hiding your face with your hands.
”You like that shit, huh?” You can hear the amusement in his voice as steps forward, throwing the book down on the window seat. You want the ground to swallow you up when you feel him staring down at you.
You huff, removing your hands from your face. “Loads of people do, it’s just a book.”
“I mean, do you like that stuff? Guys talking to you like that in bed? Asking you if it hurts when they stretch you out on their cock?”
You laugh, he’s joking right? You look up at him and your mouth goes dry when you see his dark eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.
”I don’t know,” you shrug. “I haven’t been with anyone for a couple of years, I don’t really have the time.”
Noah looks taken aback at your words and his lips turn up into a smirk. “A pretty girl like you? Surely you have guys begging for a chance in every state we visit.”
You chortle, crossing your arms. “Unlike most guys, I don’t need sex.”
He scoffs, picking the book back up. “So you just read this casually?”
”Most of the time.”
”And the rest of the time?”
The hot flush returns to your cheeks, reaching the tips of your ears. “That’s none of your business.”
He starts to flick through the pages again, humming as he reads. “Can I take a guess?”
You roll your eyes. “Whatever, go ahead.” You throw yourself down onto the bed, sitting against the headboard as he paces, reading.
“I think you like this Corvin guy most, I can imagine you getting all hot and bothered when you read his parts and you can’t help but find yourself fingerfucking yourself in your bunk when everyone is asleep.” His head tilts when he stops to look at you, his eyes searching for the telltale signs of your arousal, grinning when he sees your thighs clench together. “Am I correct?”
You shake your head in disbelief. What’s his game and why is he trying to get under your skin over some book. Your underwear feels damp from the wetness that is pooling at your core from his words and you have to stop yourself from lunging at him, to either punch him or kiss him…you’re unsure which one would be more satisfying.
”C’mon Y/N, tell me.” He sits next to you, pointing at a section where the main character is riding Corvin. “Is this what you get off to?”
You feel all too hot and bothered with him sitting next to you with his shirt off, tattooed skin taunting you as he tries to coerce the secrets of your alone time out of you.
”If I wasn’t in here right now is that what you’d be doing? Getting off over your little dark romance book?”
”What’s your deal Noah? Why do you want to know about all this?” You sit up straighter and he lounges back, eyeing you humorously.
He shrugs. “It’s just cute that you read this horny stuff. I never took you as the type to get riled up by it, is all.”
”You’d be surprised.” You mumble and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
”You read worse?”
”Oh shut up, Noah. It’s just dumb fiction, why are we even still talking about this?”
He turns to his side, propping himself up on his elbow, eyes burning into the side of your head. “Because I can tell how hot and bothered you are right now and it’s kind of sexy, I must admit.”
You gulp at his words, staring straight ahead in a conscious effort not to look at him or all of your resolve might falter.
”So tell me, were you so pissed about having to share this room because you wanted some special alone time tonight with your little smut novel?”
You can feel his smirk and the tension in the room thickens, turning into a storm cloud of lust.
”You can still do it, you know.”
Your eyes finally dart to his smug face and your eyebrows furrow. “What?”
He shrugs casually. “You can still get yourself off, I could read to you if you want?”
Your swallow thickly, your core throbbing at his words. “No, that’s weird.”
Noah chuckles. “Masturbation isn’t we-“
”I fucking know that! What’s weird is you’re my boss and you’re offering to read to me while I make myself cum. Do you hear yourself?”
You can’t lie to yourself, the offer is almost too tempting. It’s not fair that the most attractive man you know is basically offering to help you get your rocks off but he hates you right? He’s always so moody and weird around you. Why is he being like this?
He sits up, scooting closer so your shoulders are touching and he leans close to your ear, his breath tickling the skin of your cheek. “Or I could tell you every wicked little fantasy I’ve had about you since you waltzed into the studio with Matt all those years back.’
Your eyebrows raise and you turn to him, his mouth just inches from yours. “You fantasise about me?”
He laughs, a smug sound that makes you want to punch him. “Oh yeah, my favourite is the one where I get to bend you over and rip apart those fishnets you love to wear, the ones with the lace flowers on.” His eyes darken as he reminisces over the lewd thoughts and your mind wanders.
How would it feel to have his hands all over you, tearing away those expensive tights that you adore? How would it feel to have him buried to the hilt inside you as he pushes your head into whatever surface he can find? Fuck its all too much.
”Noah, we shouldn’t talk about this stuff.” You try to reason with yourself but your resolve quickly disappears when his long inked finger trails up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your silky black pyjama shorts.
“Why? We’re both adults.” He smiles almost innocently.
”Because you don’t like me.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Since when? Didn’t I just tell you that I literally think about how I want to bend you over?”
You roll your eyes. “You literally talk to me like shit the majority of the time.”
”I like watching you squirm.” His smile is cocky and it only sends more electricity to your core because he’s right, he does make you squirm and you like it too.
A lust filled silence lingers in the air as he stares into your eyes, a smirk plastered on his lips.
”So do you still want to get yourself off, I’d love to watch.” He cocks an eyebrow and there it is, the last of your resolve leaving out the window.
”Fine.”
He’s like a kid in a candy shop when he sits up, watching you lie down on the bed. Your heart hammers in your chest as you close your eyes, trying to pretend he isn’t there. You slide the silk shorts down your legs, leaving the black lace thong on and your hand travels over the soft fabric, running over the damp patch that is only getting bigger.
You gasp when you slide your hand between the fabric, fingers slipping between your slick folds, easily finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that's been begging to be touched since you walked out of the bathroom to find Noah sprawled out shirtless on the bed. Oh how you wanted to just climb on top of him, to sink down on his cock like you owned him.
A quiet whimper escapes your lips when you circle your clit, slowly teasing yourself to the images of Noah’s cock buried deep inside your cunt. You feel him shift next to you to get a better look at your movements, how your fingers move under the dark lace of your panties. You hear him take a shaky breath and it sends shockwaves to your sensitive core.
“Does that feel good?” His voice is deep, coarse in your ear and you whine out a confirmation, moving your fingers faster over your clit. “God, you don’t know how good you sound. Do you like it when I talk to you?”
”Y-yes.” You sigh and he chuckles.
”Such a good girl.” He whispers, breath tickling your ear. “Do you want me to tell you what to do, huh? Do you want to be good for me and remove your underwear so I can see how you touch that pretty little pussy? God, I bet it’s so perfect.”
You whimper, using your spare hand to push the lace down your thighs, kicking them off as you toy with yourself. Noah leans forward, a hand landing on your thigh to pull your legs further apart and a feral groan leaves his throat when you spread yourself open for him to see just how wet you are, fingers covered in wet slick.
”Oh fuck, you look so good sweetheart. Show me how you bury those pretty fingers in there.”
You push two fingers into your core, the wet sound reaching your ears. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life. You hear Noah’s breathing quicken as he watches you fuck yourself with your fingers, soft moans leaving your bitten lips.
”Doing so fucking well for me.” The praise feels like heaven when it meets your ears and you speed up, curling your fingers upwards. “Fuck, what I would do to bury my own fingers inside you.”
”Please.” You whine, opening your eyes to look at him, your breath coming out in pants when his lust blown eyes meet yours.
“Please what?” He smirks, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear as you find your clit again, rubbing your soaked fingers over the sensitive bud.
“I need your fingers inside me, please.” You’re so fucking needy and you can tell how much he gets off on it by how his smirk grows into a cruel grin and he holds his fingers against your plump lips.
”Are you gonna suck them for me? Get them nice and wet like the good little slut you are?” Your eyes roll back at his words and he gasps when your tongue swirls around the calloused pads of his fingers, soaking them with your saliva.
He pushes two long fingers into your warm mouth and you hollow your cheeks around them, staring up at him with innocent eyes that make his aching cock strain against his shorts. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and trails them down the valley of your clothed chest, down your navel to where your own fingers are still toying with your clit. Your eyes follow and your hand moves, giving him full access to where you need him most.
”You gonna watch me fuck you with my fingers huh?” He smiles sweetly, sliding his fingers up and down your drenched folds teasingly.
You nod, leaning up on your elbows to watch his slender fingers disappear between your folds, rubbing tight circles around your clit and you gasp his name, your mouth falling open at the immense pleasure. He chuckles, sliding them to your entrance to gather the wetness that pools there, moving back to your clit to play with it all too slowly.
”Please Noah.” You whine and he tuts.
”Be patient, I’ll get there. I want a better look.”
He moves to lie between your legs, pushing your legs further apart to get a good look at your glistening cunt. You can feel his breath hot against you and you could just cum right there without him even touching you, especially with how he looks up at you through those long lashes, eyes black and predatory like he wants to eat you whole.
“You’ve got such a perfect pussy, fuck.” He groans, pushes his long middle finger in, the dark ink disappearing inch by inch inside your cunt and you moan louder than expected, your hand flying to your mouth to keep yourself quiet. “Fuck, it feels so good, so soft.”
A second finger joins the first and he slowly curls them, finding that spot that leaves you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back, your head lolling back on your shoulders. His spare hand grips your inner thigh with a bruising hold and you're sure there will be bruises there tomorrow but you don’t mind, it feels like heaven.
”My mouth is so close to your pussy I can practically taste you.” He growls and your hips buck, pushing his fingers even deeper inside you. He chuckles darkly. “Do you want me to taste you?”
You sob, nodding enthusiastically.
”Use your words, pretty girl.” He hums, kissing your pelvic bone.
”Please taste me.”
He hums, his hot tongue dragging over your folds before his lips close around your clit, leaving you gobsmacked from how fucking good his tongue feels against you with his fingers fucking into you.
You’re close, you can feel that tightness building in your lower abdomen, so fucking close. His fingers curl faster, his tongue lapping over your clit like you’re the last water source on Earth and you’re falling. Your legs shake, a feral groan leaving your lips as your orgasm rips through your body like a fucking tornado. His fingers only move faster as his lips leave your sensitive clit and you're tipping over the edge again just as quickly, gushing around his fingers and the bed sheets below.
”Fuck, good girl!” He grins, lapping your sweet nectar from your thighs. “Think you’ve got another?”
You have no time to protest, he rises to slide between your thighs, fingers still buried deep inside your cunt as he stares down at you, curling them fast exactly where he knows he can drag another orgasm from you. His free hand covers your mouth when you cum again, screaming into his palm, soaking the front of his shorts where his leaking cock strains against them.
”Good fucking girl, well done!” He kisses your forehead, pulling his drenched hand away from your sensitive core to suck his fingers clean.
You stare at him in bewilderment when he smiles down at you. You’re in shock at how much you just came for a man you thought hated you half an hour ago.
”I think I need to catch you reading more.” He chuckles.
”Shut the fuck up.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into a searing kiss.
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“So you two didn’t kill each other last night?” Matt smirks when you make your way downstairs in the morning, wearing one of Noah’s shirts with him freshly showered following behind you.
Folio storms past, looking a little worse for wear. “I would’ve preferred it if they did, I need to bleach my ears.” He groans, pouring himself a mug of coffee.
You blush bright red, throwing a grape at the drummer and Noah wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into his lap.
”Guess my plan worked then.” Matt chuckles, popping a grape in his mouth with a grin.
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💕The COD boys n their fave parts of u 💕
Pt 2. w/ Alejandro, Gaz and Keegan coming soon 💕!!
*Fem anatomy
*NSFW & 18+, MDNI 🔞
*All feedback & reqs are so greatly appreciated!
As always, enjoy my lovelies 🎀
🎀Capt. John Price
- Absolutely adores your neck. He loves the way his strong hand wraps around it so effortlessly, causing a deep red hue to plague your face. He loves to hold the back of your neck in public as a sign of ownership. He’ll lightly squeeze it to remind you where your place is in the case that you get out of line, or start being a spoiled little brat.
- Whether you’re on top riding his cock, or below him as he slams into you with your thighs pressed against your chest, his hand can always be found on or around your delicate little neck. The adrenaline rush he gets from restricting your air flow and watching as you struggle to breathe will almost always help him cum.
🎀Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley
- Your lips. God, he LOVES your lips. The way they pout so preciously when you get angry, or when they get thin and shaky when you scream out of anger, or pleasure. When he kisses you, he’ll almost always bite your plushy bottom lip, running the tip of his tongue over it to soothe the sting. He’ll run his thumb over it, flicking it so it jiggles lazily on his thumb.
- He loves the way your perfect pink lips wrap around his cock, or when you kiss the tip of it gently, teasing him and driving him insane. As he pumps his thick dick into you, he’ll stare down at you lustfully as he shoves his fingers in your mouth and tells you to suck.
- He absolutely adores the way your lips quiver as you cum all over his cock or mouth as he eats you out. The way you bite them in shyness whenever he demands you to whisper nasty nothings in his ear as he fucks you missionary, or during his favorite: the mating press <3
🎀Konig
- As if he could even choose a favorite. But if he had to choose, he’d definitely settle for your hips. My God, he loves those hips of yours. He could never take an argument with you seriously as you strut away from him in anger, swinging those curvy, child bearing hips of yours. He’ll sit back on the couch, a hand smugly hung over the back of it as you walk around his quarters in those teeny little shorts that accentuate the roundness of your hips and ass so fucking good.
- Although he loves to watch your face as he fucks you, he can’t help but be a sucker for digging his thick fingers into the plushy flesh of your hips as he bends you over to thrust into you. He’ll use them as handlebars as he slams his fat cock into your womb, moving you back and forth on him as if you weighed nothing. He loved how he could handle you just like his own personal fuck toy, just by gripping those sexy, curvy hips..
- Whether he’s bending you over the kitchen counter (because he’s just so damn impatient), or one of his hands tangled in your hair as he brutally smushes your face into the wall, or with one holding your thigh up, trust: He’ll have a set of thick, muscular fingers gripping onto the plushy, squishy fat of your hips as he stretches your sweet little cunt to the shape of his thick, long dick.
- “Bitte…such a sexy little schatz. Hips so curvy, so fucking slutty. So nice and ready to bear my children, ja?”
🎀John “Soap” MacTavish
- Soap is a sap for your big, bouncy, perfect tits. He’ll always be staring at them, practically undressing you with his eyes as you do whatever it is you’re doing in his vicinity. The way they sit perfectly on your chest, big and round, ready to be sucked sore and tender. He’ll always find a way to fondle them, never hesitating to reach under you when he’s pounding into your core from behind. Or manhandling them with his strong grip as he fucks you during missionary.
- And my, oh my. When you’re riding his cock, bouncing on his lap as he bucks his hips into you from under, he’ll practically break his neck trying to get them in his mouth. The sight of your tits bouncing and jiggling over his face as you ride him is enough to make him want to spill his hot cum into you, filling you up to the brim with his warm, sticky seed.
- He’ll make it his personal mission to constantly have them covered in hickies and bruises, gripping them purposely hard and sucking your nipples until they’re sensitive and sore and send a jolt through you at the slightest touch. He wants to be sure you’re never wearing anything that’ll expose your cleavage, feeling a sense of rage at the thought of another man looking at what belongs to him.
- And his favorite activity of all, slapping your sensitive, sore nipples until you’re a sobbing, horny mess under him. You’ll be begging him to stop, only for your cries to fuel him further into brutalizing your soft, jiggly mounds.
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Just my personal HCs about this absolute god of a man.
Whenever you sit on Gojos lap facing away from him he always starts kissing the crook of your neck, and his hands wrap around you and instinctively go under your shirt feeling all over your body.
This man can fuck, he has the stamina of a god. He will have your pussy raw and aching by the end of any session. Definitely a soft Dom.
Man is a menace. He definitely loves teasing you, it’s like a game to him. He will rub his cock on your slit until you are begging for him to fuck you, he loves when you beg and he loves it when you tell him how bad you want him. It feeds his ego.
Don’t me wrong though he is fully capable of being teased right back. He gets hard so easily that it’s almost too easy to tease him and he secretly loves when you do so.
He’s so pussy drunk, all he wants is to have his face buried between your legs, juices dripping from his mouth, watching your head roll back as his tongue flicks your clit. He watches you the whole time he’s down there, he gets high off the way your face contorts. He loves stopping to kiss your thighs, because you always beg him to continue.
Loves making you orgasm, he feeds of the way he knows only he can make your legs shake and your toes curl that way. Loves when your on top so he can watch your tits bounce, and he likes to grip your hips or your ass and control the way you hop on his dick.
He loves getting his dick sucked, blowjobs are a personal fave of his. He loved how good your tongue feels and how well you take him down your throat. Absolutely loves to make you gag and fuck your face. He only ever wants you to swallow or let him cum on your face, those are the only two options. His hands are always in your hair.
He is capable of being soft though. After a really stressful day exercising curses, or dealing with bullshit from the higher ups sometimes he wants to come home and fuck you missionary, whispering sweet shit in your ear. He likes to look you in the eyes as he fucks you nice and slow, loves having you completely naked underneath him with you moaning in his ear about how good he feels.
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Hii! I hope ure doing good.
Id like to request Neteyam w a human reader whos very feminine? Like she wears makeup n nail polish n is very... classy (i think that theyd be wondering about makeup tho bc they only wear paint to war?)
You don't have to write it if u don't have any ideas for it tho! 😊 thank u
Face Paint
|| this is so cute i can imagine them being like ‘wtf is that shit on your eyes babe’
characters: neteyam x human! fem! reader
ratings: SFW , reader is v feminine , neteyam is lost asf , fluff , bonding moment
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He was sitting there confused, towering over you even while he was sitting and watching you put this black stick of goop on your lashes. It was intriguing to him, it was like your own warrior fave paint except you made it look prettier. His large hand grabbed a makeup brush of youre, patting it against his own cheek in curiosity.
“What is it called?” He said, wiping off his face afterwards and putting it back in your bag. “It’s called makeup, Teyam. That’s my contour brush. Makes my face skinnier basically.” Neteyams ears perked up, “Your face is fine as is? Why put it on?” He seemed slightly offended as to why you used makeup, he found you perfect without it. But who was he to judge? It was a human thing.
“It’s just to accentuate features I already have. I like it. Makeup, nail polish, skin care..” You trailed off, looking at him for a reaction. His tail flicked around, looking through your bag as he pulled out an eyeshadow palette. “Can you do my tourcon with this?” He said innocently while pointing to a brown color. You cackled, taking the palette away from him. “No, baby. It’s contour, and we have to use a dark blue for your cheeks right here.” You said softly, tracing his cheekbones and nose. Neteyams ears flicked happily and he looked down when you grabbed a brush. Even your nails were a different color.
“Is that makeup too? Can we do that too?” Neteyam said, holding your small hand into his large blue ones. You gripped onto them, a small laughing escaping your glossed lips again. “It’s nail polish, my love. We can if you want to.” He scooted closer, careful as he bent down, and you dipped your brush into a blue color, dusting his cheeks lightly to frame his face with contour. He would never let his brother see him like this, or his father. This was just between you two, content with being alone together and you practicing all kinds of looks on him, he was still confused by the idea of it and all the different names for things that you could just call paint, but he loved how passionate you were about it. You gave him a small kiss, and he returned one gently, not wanting to amish you from how cute you looked. You wiped off his lips so it wouldn’t be sticky for him from the gloss, and was thankful.
He loved you with or without the face paint, and that’s all that was important to you.
#neteyam x reader#neteyam x you#neteyam imagine#neteyam sully#avatar neteyam#avatar loak#avatar way of water#neteyam
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HEY NOW, YOU'RE AN ALL-STAR - LEON S. KENNEDY
ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader
a/n: commission for the lovely @nexysworld :3 ft. my fave creation, shrekeon. you guys are in for a treat trust me x
cw: 18+ content, fluff, depictions of alcohol, drunk!leon, dressing up, costume sex, p in v, creampie, bad puns, laughing during sex, implied age gap, size difference + size kink
word count: 1.7k words
In hindsight, introducing your boyfriend to Shrek was definitely not in your top ten for stupid ideas. You'd told him it was a crime to be nearly forty without seeing the movie – and rightfully so. He was an old man at heart, barely having seen a movie past the nineties. You thought you were righting an injustice. Shrek was a movie for everyone, no matter their age. It held up, even years later. You were pretty sure everyone had seen this movie, but then again, your boyfriend could barely even work a smartphone, so you shouldn't be entirely surprised.
The only thing you hadn't quite anticipated how much he'd like it. Leon spent most of the movie cackling like a maniac. Whether that was from the half-bottle of whiskey he downed or the movie itself, you weren't sure. Either way, what was meant to be a light-hearted movie night led you to where you were now – tipsy and laughing at your boyfriend's Shrek getup in his bedroom at nearly midnight.
When you finally manage to catch your breath, you let your eyes trail over to the costume he had laid out on the bed for you. Sexy Farquaad. That alone is enough to send you into another fit of giggles, your brows raising as you look over at him.
“Leon? We are so breaking up.” Your hands lift up the red costume, your eyes flicking between Leon, then back at the outfit. You eye up the wig, barely managing to suppress a smile. Idiot. “Shouldn't I at least be Fiona?”
“Shut up.” He says between drunken giggles, adjusting the headband on his head so it sits properly, grinning at you as the green ears poke out through his hair. “You're smaller. Farquaad suits you, babe. You can pull anythin’ off.”
Your gaze flicks over to Leon as he adjusts the headband, and you can't help but snort out a laugh, letting your gaze trail his body to take in the whole outfit. Fake belly and everything. You don't even wanna know how much he paid for the costumes. Drunk Leon should not be allowed anywhere near a computer. His spending habits while intoxicated seemed to be getting worse and worse. “Jesus. There's no way you're not pulling my leg.”
“I'm being so serious. You don't wanna make me mad, baby, or it'll… it'll be ogre for you.”
Another laugh, and you reach up to playfully flick one of his ears, shaking your head. “I hate you. You're ridiculous.”
“You gotta give me love’s first kiss to get me back to Leon, baby. If you don't, I'm gonna be stuck like this.” He says with a grin, leaning towards you with his lips puckered. “Don't make me do the accent.”
“God. Please, not the accent.” You say between giggles, looping your arms around his neck to tug him closer, a stupid smile gracing your features. “I'll do anything you want, just please, not the accent.”
“Anything, huh? You gonna put on that sexy ‘lil costume for me?” He murmurs, leaning forward to kiss you. His lips meet yours as he places his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to his body. His tongue brushes against your lower lip until you part them, but then he's pulling away from you.
“Leon? What… come on, babe.” You whine, leaning forward in an attempt to kiss him, but he's quick to place a finger against your chest to stop you from advancing further, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
“Not a chance, sweetheart. I didn't get all dressed up for you to take it easy. You want me to dive into that swamp of yours? Costume goes on.”
You shoot him a glare that can only be described as murderous, but all he does is grin wider, looking between the costume and you. With a dramatic sigh, you pick up the costume and make your way towards the bathroom with the plan of changing into it. When you return to the bedroom, Leon's lounging back casually on the bed with his arms behind his bed, still in the Shrek outfit. He lets out a low whistle, tilting his head to the side.
“Damn. You're looking shreksy, babe.”
“No.” You reply quickly, making your way over to the bed.
“Shrektacular?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Work with me here, angel. I only have so many Shrek puns at my disposal, y'know?” He says cheekily, patting his lap. Another deep, irritated exhale leaves you as you settle, placing your palms firmly on his chest.
“Atta girl. Red might be your colour. Hottest evil little Lord I've ever seen.” He teases, his hands coming up to adjust the hat resting atop your head. He lets out a soft giggle once more, his eyes trailing down your body. His hands reach up to thread through your hair, and then he's pulling you into another kiss.
It doesn't take you long to get into it, the taste of whiskey filling your mouth as his tongue sloppily meets yours as he licks into your mouth. He pulls you closer so you're pressed flush against him, his hips rocking up against you. He slowly starts to harden, his hands grasping your hips to make you grind down against him.
Your little moans are swallowed by his mouth as he kisses you hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. He reaches between your legs, grabbing the fabric of the costume and tearing it open, just enough for him to be able to slip a few fingers past the cloth to gather your wetness before circling your sensitive nub.
He pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath, pulling his hand away to pull the brown trousers down enough to free his cock. He gives it a few languid pumps before lining up with your entrance, sinking into your tight heat with a low groan of pleasure.
“Thought you weren't into this, baby? ‘Cause you acted like it, but you're soaking me already, and I haven't even started fucking you yet.” He breathes out, his brows furrowing as he leisurely starts to thrust up into you.
All you can manage is a low whine, your hands grasping the brown vest of his costume, your head hanging as you feel his cock rub against your sweet spot, the hat falling off your head and dropping on the bed next to the both of you. “Leon… shut… shut up.”
“Aww, sweetheart. You don't like it when a big, strong ogre explores all your… fuck… layers?” He huffs out, his voice coming out a little breathless as he grabs your waist. His large hands grip you easily, using his strength to drag you up and down on his cock, controlling the pace of each of your movements.
You let out an annoyed whine, your eyes squeezing shut as you bounce your hips against his, trying to focus on the familiar feeling of your boyfriend's cock filling you up. You feel him shaking slightly, and you crack your eyes open only to see the asshole is trying to suppress another fit of laughter at your reaction.
“You are such a dick.” You grunt, grinding his cock deep inside of you until you hear Leon gasp and moan, the smirk instantly getting wiped from his face. You smile in triumph, but it's short-lived as he finds yet another pun to annoy you with.
“Better in you than out - that's what I always say.” Your hips falter as you groan, and Leon uses that as an opportunity to flip both of you over, hooking your ankles over his shoulders so he can pound you into the mattress. The cushion of the fake stomach smacks against your thighs with every thrust, and Leon's fake ears become skewed as he throws his head back in pleasure.
He seems to forget all about feeding you shitty puns as he buries himself to the hilt with every thrust, the new position allowing him to kiss your cervix every time he pushes forward. He can barely think with your cunt sucking him in, drenching him with your arousal. All you can do is whimper as he pistons into you, your body jerking up with the strength of his movements. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into the fabric of the white shirt he's wearing.
“Leon… m'close…” You breathe out, your back arching off the bed. He lets out a deep moan in response, pressing his hips flush against your ass so he can grind his pelvis against your clit, giving you the extra simulation needed to push you over the edge. You cry out his name as you cum, your walls clenching down around his length.
Leon pulls back slightly to thrust shallowly into you a few more times before he follows behind you, his release making his thighs tremble slightly. He shoots thick white ropes of cum deep into your tight walls, his breaths coming out in short gasps. He collapses against you after a moment, his cock softening inside of you before he pulls out, tucking you against his side.
“This costume is making me sweat.” He grunts after a few moments of cuddling up to you, pressing his lips to your forehead before standing up, his joints cracking as he stretches. He holds out a hand towards you, giving you a slightly sleepy smile.
“C'mon, my little all-star. Let's get you in the bath. Maybe we can cuddle up after, and you can show me Shrek 2 tonight?” At the sight of you face palming, he lets out a loud chuckle, slipping his arms under your body so he can cradle you against his chest, carrying you over to the bathroom.
“C'mon, baby. I promise not to dress up as Shrek again. Maybe next time I'll be real nice and get that prince's costume.” He teases, pressing another kiss to your forehead. You pull your hands away from your face to glare at him, and he gives you a grin that you know means trouble. “Just kidding, sweetheart.”
You both know he isn't.
#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy smut#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#shrek
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i dont know why hybrid breeders thought it was a perfect idea to put bunny!you in a cage with wolf!nicho (＞人＜;) he so obviously could break you to pieces but instead he likes to play with you! pulling on your ears and flicking your tail :( it's enough to make you whine everytime but he doesn't care !!!! and eventually when his heat comes, you can tell bcs hes twice as mean when teasing you, pushing you down and lifting your ass up so he could "play with you like normal" but the whole time his hybrid cock is running against your pussy TT n when you get really fussy it gets hard not to fill you all the way up completely (non con) ★★★ literally theres no way you're getting out of his hold! you can cry and try to push him away but hes 10x stronger than you and his heat makes him soooo hot all he can think abt is making your tummy swell up with his pups! (so unrealistic but i know you're into it but imagine him fucking his knot into you so deep it starts pooling out your mouth and your eyes are rolled back and u cant do anything but feel it completely)
love 🎀 anonie!
pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader
warnings: hybrids + inflation + knotting + breeding + blood + noncon + jealousy + a/b/o dynamics + drool + daddy kink + subspace + inflation
💌: i had to prio this bc its so dreamy like 😵💫 u included a lot of my fave kinks n tropes n im so thankful i love u so much for swndinf this my way idk how much i can add on bc its lrtrly perfect but i hope i do it justice !
the first time you and nicho r forced into the same cramped cage your heart was racing and ur tail was twitching so bad :( your reaction tugged at nicho’s heartstrings but the lust he felt was overpowering any bit of sympathy. he’s not a complete monster so he doesn’t take your virginity immediately. instead the wolfboy satiates his sick need to torment you by tugging at your loppy ears and mouthing at your cotton tail, strings of saliva coat the entire thing n pool at your asshole.
he doesn’t go any further yet, has to get you used to the “tame” stuff before he can fuck you raw. tries to hold back for as long as he can but the closer he gets to his rut, the less self control he has n it’s your fault he’s got his teeth planted on your shoulder as he slips his cockhead inside. “your pussy is so tiny, bunny,” he murmers, words slightly slurred from the drool escaping him, “gonna fuckin’ tear you apart.”
before he’s able to fill you up completely, nicho’s needed in the breeding room n your handler lets you out into the gated pasture, doing their best to keep you two in seperate enclosures from that moment on.
it’s been a week since your caging situation was sorted n the wolfboy is lucky if he catches a glimpse of you through a fence. words cant describe how furious nicholas is, snarling at the sight of bunny hybrid! euijoo cuddling up to you under a tree wishing he could scare the male into submitting to him n prove to you that he’s the prime mating choice.
it’s not long before your luck runs out and wolf! nicholas corners you after your caretakers have gone to bed. he’s so large and intimidating and his cold stare makes your legs shake with fear. the silence is deafening and he breaks it by asking to play, the question making your blood run cold because in his world, “playing” means letting him grope you n leave bloody lovebites across your chest. he doesn’t bother waiting for a reply because no matter how much you refuse he’s not gonna leave you alone. he needs to touch you.
nicho decides to go about toying with you differently this time. has to put you in your place n get it through your head that you nd your bunnycunt belong to him! snarls when he gets a whiff of euijoo’s scent, “present f’me, slut” he demands and the need to obey is so strong. has you opening your legs immediately, small hands spreading your hole open to expose your pussy. he groans at the sight and his mind becomes cloudy due to his impending rut, cant take the time to prep your cunt for his huge cock so he just opts to get it over with and makes you take his entire length in one go. “knew you’d feel good ‘round my cock,” his voice is thick, “gonna make you have my pups, bun.” more filthy words are directed to you n they have you keening, fucking yourself on his cock faster n faster.
it’s easy to slip into a submissive headspace, the feeling of his balls slapping your clit and knot beginning to inflate are overwhelmingly delicious leaving you no choice but to beg. “pleasepleaseplease cum, alpha! need your knot so bad i hafta make you a daddy!” nicholas fucking howls when his seed shoots directly into your womb and it makes your eyes cross. even after his knot reaches its full size he continues grinding his cock into you, cum getting pushed so deep inside it spills out of your open mouth n trickles down your chin. he’s too far gone and can’t stand the sight of his semen dripping out, cups your jaw with his hands n covers your mouth, makin you choke on the creamy fluid <3
#need a beta reader fr but also im too embarrassed to have other ppl critique my writing#so just know!!!!!! im not a srs writer guys i write for fun pls dont be mean ab my writing style :< ill cry#i want to gatekeep this ask bc its good enough to post alone#i hope u guys like my drabble :( im supes insecure ab this bc i feel like its not up to par with my other works#whatever thjs is for fun!!! enjoy lil pervs#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot#♡.sweetheart: 🎀#nicholas wang#&team#nicholas wang x reader#nicholas wang smut#&team x reader#&team smut#💌.hybrids#💌.daddy kink#💌.biting#💌.blood#💌.noncon#💌.knotting#💌.a/b/o#💌.inflation
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Steve has been keeping something from you but it's not what you expect | 1.2k, fluff, fem!reader, thank you to ace for encouraging me on this one! one of my fave headcanons is steve needing glasses, so here we are.
"Christ," Steve mutters, pacing around his room. He keeps picking up things and putting them down, running his hands through his hair. "Shit." You sit on his bed, waiting for him to tell you what's wrong.
"Baby," he says, reluctantly, "have you seen my glasses?" He's not looking at you as he says it, so he can't see your eyebrows shoot up.
"I'm sorry, your what?"
"Are your ears clogged or something?" he says lightly. As if he could stop you from asking questions.
"Steve," you say, getting off the bed and walking to where he stands searching his desk. "Your what?" He sighs and finally looks at you, wrinkling his nose.
"Don't be mean," he groans. "My glasses. I'm getting a headache, should put 'em on." He rubs a hand down his face and you can see the tension in his jaw.
"You are impossible," you chide. You brush your fingers over his temple as if you could take whatever pain he's feeling from him. "Let me help look. But you have to tell me what I'm looking for since I've never seen them before." You flick his nose gently. He rolls his eyes at you but smiles and leans down to press a quick kiss to your mouth.
"Brown leather case," he says. "Check the car, maybe? Keys are in my pocket." You dip your fingers into the back of his jeans, palm unnecessarily spread as you maintain eye contact. His cheek twitches and he fights a smirk as you make a show of digging for the keys before pulling them out and twirling them around your thumb.
"Handsy," Steve says. "Eyes on the prize, baby. Get it?"
"You're hilarious, Harrington," you deadpan before heading downstairs to his car. His pain can't be that bad if he's still making horrible puns, but you want to keep it that way. The BMW sits in the drive and you pull open the driver's side door and look around the interior. Scuff marks from your shoes, a soda stain from Dustin that you took the blame for, one of Robin's hair clips. You bend a little to get closer to the mats and that's when you see it: a brown leather case trapped under the passenger seat. You fish it out and pop it open to find a simple pair of silver wire frames, one lens thicker than the other. Steve often tells you that his brains have been so scrambled he could be on a diner menu, but you really didn't know it had affected his vision. Sometimes he gets headaches, sure, but usually he just calls you and you lie in the dark with him, stroking his hair.
"Found 'em!" you call as you go back into the house. "They were under the seat." Steve is leaning against the kitchen counter, clearly having decided you'd be successful.
"Should've known. I've been wearing them when I drive at night." He reaches for the case but you swat his hand away and step into his space. You remove the frames from the case carefully and reach up to perch them on his face. He holds very still, mouth turned up at the corner.
"Oh god," you say once they're on. Your palms rest on his chest. "Christ." Steve looks worried for a second, hands coming to rest on your hips, fingers a little tight over your shirt.
"What? What's wrong?"
"You are unbelievable," you scold, making sure to keep it light and teasing. "It's so unfair how glasses only make you look hotter."
Steve groans, throwing his head back and shaking it a little before laughing. His hands loosen and his thumbs sneak under your hem to rub warm circles on your bare skin.
"You think so?"
"Don't be modest, Steve. You have to know that this whole thing --" you wave your hand over him -- "is just..it's...I'm blushing just looking at you!"
"Okay, okay, I get it," he says. Despite his reputation and his history, Steve takes compliments like a kid taking cold medicine. He pulls one hand off of you to run it through his hair and you have to fight to keep an embarrassing noise in your throat, moving your fingers to his belt loops instead.
"What didn't you tell me about them?" you wonder out loud. You're not mad, you just want to understand.
"Honestly, I forgot," he shrugs, cheeks pink. "I swear. I've only had them a week and I keep losing them."
"Do you need to wear them all the time?"
"Yeah," he mumbles. His free hand comes back to toy with a strand of your hair. "I should. When I'm driving or at work or reading...not that I do much of that. But if I do it without them I'll get a headache." He sighs. "Been knocked around one time too many, I guess."
You frown at the reminder of Steve's pain, of all the things he's suffered through because he's brave and kind and good.
"We should get another pair so you have two, just in case. I'll carry one around." The pretty flush spreads down his cheeks to his neck.
"Really? You'd want to?"
"Course, Steve. Gotta keep that pretty head of yours good and healthy." You poke him on the forehead. The glasses make his eyes impossibly big, and they are warmer than usual, so mesmerizing you don't know how you're going to deal with this every day. He blows a raspberry at your staring before taking the frames off and setting them on the counter.
"Hey, you just said you need to wear those --" He presses one hand into the small of your back to bring you even closer before hovering his lips over yours. You always keep your eyes open as long as you can before Steve kisses you because every second you get to look at him feels special, feels like you have to savor it. But your lids flutter close as he slots his mouth over yours and that sound you tampered down before finally escapes. He smiles when he hears it, nose brushing yours as he makes sure to kiss you thoroughly. Perhaps too thoroughly for his parent's kitchen in the middle of the day, but you'd never complain. He releases you and you're a little dazed as he puts his glasses back on, looking entirely too pleased.
"Do things look different?" you ask before wincing at how stupid it sounds. It's his fault anyway -- your brain is fuzzy from his closeness, even still.
"A little," he replies. His smile is soft, lips pink and pupils blown. He brings his thumb up to brush across your own swollen lower lip. "Helps with this eye." He gestures to the one that's been blackened almost too many times to count.
"Do I look different?" This question is softer, a little more serious. He studies you for a second, tilting your head left then right, pretending to think on it. His gaze travels across your brow and down your cheeks, documenting every hair and freckle and mark as if he didn't already have them memorized.
"Nope," he says finally. "Always been able to see you clearly, baby." You flush to the tips of your ears, your chest a warm mess of fondness and love.
"Still pretty as ever, too," he adds. "Seriously, every day I look at you and think, how is this even allowed?" You wrinkle your nose at him before resting your head on his chest, his arms coming around you. He laughs, just happy to have this moment with you, and you can feel it, his heartbeat strong in your ear. I am so lucky, you think. Steve is thinking the same thing.
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no because why was I listening to futures song called rich sex and thought maybe I could request you to make a sex scene for the influencer wife x rapper Eren cause it just…goes so well with the song , cause like…imagine Eren was on tour right? And y/n is with him too , don’t you think it’ll be a GOOD ASS SMUT if they fuck WHILEEEE on tour? And then Eren is dressed up all in his expensive jewelry such as y/n and then he decides to fuck y/n for a lil adrenaline rush to hype him up before he gets on stage. So don’t you think that would be A GOOD ASS SMUT cause I think so too.
Oh. My. Goddddd!! This is perfect likeee, your mind. I’m biting my fist so hard thinking about this. 😩 say less, I got you bby!
(btw, I hope y’all ain’t sick of this storyline yet cause it’s fr my fucking fave and the only thing I’ll be talking about for the next week!)
“Baby, let's go have rich sex”
themes: riding, 69, choking, mentions of drinking and smoking, exhibitionism (if you squint), mirror sex, collapsed back shots, they just be fucking nasty fr so anything goes
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another day, another dollar as the saying goes but it was another night, another city down in the instance of the international recording artist…going from state to state, pouring his heart out on the stage in the form of his wonderful music. Although it had been some time, he still had it like he never left and the proof was in the form of not only his massive ticket sales but all of the tweets and tagged pictures, praising the rapper for his performance and love of his fans.
now, he was on his tour bus..headed to the next location on the docket of his North American leg. Surrounded by his crew, band and of course, the love of his life, (y/n) (l/n); having not too long ago celebrated the joyous occasion with those he cherished most as they all raised champagne glasses for a toast to Eren.
now the musician could be found in the luxurious master bedroom of the bus..lying atop the California King, shrouded in blue silk Versace bed linen, which was discreetly embroidered with the designer logo and his initials on the other side. A black robe from the same maker swaddling his freshly showered body..
mindless background noise could be heard playing from a fifty inch flatscreen mounted on the wall. Currently, he was blowing clouds of smoke into the air from the spliff placed between his lips..using it to ironically come down from the high of the evening. It was always his ritual of sorts to decompress after being on stage. A time of quiet reflection except now…
“You mind if I join you?..”
he had much to look forward to afterwards. That sweet, sexy voice he’d never grow tired of hearing, perking him straight up from his position. He’d be greeted by the pleasant surprise of his beloved bride-to-be, taking off your robe and standing at the foot of the bed in all white lace lingerie..contrasting that almost ethereal umber complexion. Like the smoothest Godiva and his biggest weakness, among other things..
those pretty ass titties sitting up perfectly in that bralette and cascading down your back were the forty inches of Brazilian bundles; black with honey blonde highlights at the very front. Those baby hairs styled and laid to perfection.
you truly were a goddess in the flesh.
“..and I was just wondering where your pretty ass was..c’mere, baby.”
the sentence followed by a wave of his finger, signaling you to climb on top of him. And with that deep, drowsy..sexy voice, you wouldn’t waste another second doing so. Immediately gliding a hand up his chiseled, tattooed chest and targeting his neck with gentle kisses;
flicking around his ear and hitting those giant studs in them. Your soft lips slightly brushing the diamonds of the customized ‘EJ’ chain, courtesy of famed jeweler Johnny Dang. A piece he acquired after the success of his very first album..a good luck charm of sorts, worth over ten bands..
but the collection didn’t stop there. A Patek scattered with VVS’ that could pay someone’s car note, grazed your bare ass as he gripped it with both hands amidst your make-out session.
(Y/N) slowly grounded on his lap to drum up the impending hard on that quickly formed at the sight of you. How could it not when his baby was adorned in matching pieces that glowed like fluorescents under the ceiling’s lavender lighting? The Cuban Link encrusted with pink diamonds and your name plate, a Rollie with the same color scheme and a glistening choker and anklet with his name on it.
all reminders of his rampant success and the fact that you were all his..taking pride in the fact that he could afford to not only splurge on himself but ice his girl out as well. One look around that bus and anyone could see how much he loved the lavish life..even if he didn’t flaunt it for the world to see.
“Y’know, I’m so proud of you, baby..I swear I’ll never get tired of hearing you perform.” the muffled words uttered in a sultry tone and one that made him feel better than any comment could. You really were his number one supporter and now, you wanted to give him a reward that no one else had to offer. Staring at his beloved with those gleaming green eyes that you loved so much, he’d crack a faint smile. “Yeah? I did a good job, huh mama?” that nickname always sending chills and tingles to unseen places…
honestly, being the perfectionist he was, he’d had doubts. There was no way he’d be able top his last performance or draw out another crowd like that. But you were going to remind him every time that he still was every bit of the star they said he was. And that was all the validation he needed.
you’d continue touching and licking all over him, trying to render that pretty physique of his completely nude. “…mmmm, yes and you looked sooo fucking good on that stage tonight..couldn’t wait to come fuck on you..”
admitting bluntly with your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, suckling on his skin and surely leaving a hickey or two. Meanwhile, you’d rub the thin seat of those panties against his erection, that was growing larger. The tiny wet spot forming as a result of the friction…which made him claw at the sheets. There was no way he’d ever survive this tour without you here! Months on the road without his girl?
FaceTime would’ve never sufficed but truthfully, you were turned on the second you saw him up on that stage..so confidently spitting his lyrics, commanding the crowd and talking his shit. What really done you in was the final song when he became shirtless;
black cargos hugging his waist and faintly exposing the waistband of his boxers..chains shining and sweat glistening from his ripped muscles as he was performing one of his more risqué joints. Looking direct at you when he rapped about fucking like he wanted to give you his child. Of course, his horny fangirls would probably disagree and say the message was meant for them..hence why they all began grabbing at his crotch.
“Yeah? ‘Cause I been needing some of that pussy too..”
..but rest assured, you were the only thing on his mind. That much confirmed by the way he was sucking his teeth and moaning. Pawing at your g-string to peel it back and expose your dripping center. Once that cool air hit your warmth, his cock was next; allowing you to tease yourself against his shaft as he opened up that bathrobe. So helplessly grinding and whimpering with his tip grazing your clit..leaning up momentarily only to align with your entrance..gliding down on it until you both heard the slight pop of it being inside. Almost immediately, Eren tossed his head back and moaned at the sensation of your tight grip.
“Oh fuck..” meanwhile, you were getting into position; planting both feet on the bed and a hand across his chest. Something about staring down to see him with that chain on as you bounced on that dick just made you wetter. And he knew you loved fucking him with that jewelry on so he wouldn’t dare remove it..neither of you could sit idle though so once you gathered your bearings, (y/n) began moving, slowly propelling yourself up and down on it just to get a feel.
the visible tightness of your insides gripping him with each one..it was because of that, this man would buy you the whole world if you asked. That pussy was worth billions as far as he was concerned! So once you started to add a little rhythm and speed to your riding, he’d glare up at you in amazement. Smacking noises erupting as you had already slathered him down in your slick from that previous teasing.. “..yeah, just like that, baby…’fucking me so good.”
it’d be a miracle if you didn’t wake the rest of the passengers on board with his loud moaning but you weren’t too far behind as that tip reached your spot. It never took much from this angle. “Just lay back, daddy..and let me do the work. You deserve it…” nothing made him feel better. Having this bad bitch fuck his brains out..a little buzzed from the alcohol and weed he consumer earlier, it was bliss.
“Mmm..thank you, baby. Oh my God..you feel so good right now..”
but you were struggling a bit, trying to gain your pace because no matter how many times the two of you made love, his massive size was still your weakness. But you took that shit every time like you owned it! Eventually, (y/n) was full blown fucking him..balancing perfectly on those tip toes and bouncing.
even deciding to throw a few tricks into the mix with that big voluptuous ass, twerking and dancing on that dick whilst you grabbed at his chain as a leash of sorts. That’s when you felt him pulsate inside of you and felt the sudden clutch of his heavy hand on your backside, followed by encouraging slaps to your cheeks. “yeah..let me know how good that pussy feels..how much you love when I ride this dick..” without a doubt, he was your bitch at the moment! Eyes stretched wide and mouth agape with loud moans as you clamped around that shaft once again.
a sheet of slimy, sticky arousal being the only barrier between your clashing flesh. It made no goddamn sense how messy you got.
“I fucking love that shit, mama…about to make me come in that pussy..she so wet f’r me too…fuuuck!” sounding so hot and helpless with those high pitched cries. You loved when he became submissive like this.
he was exhausted after moving around on stage for two hours and not too long ago, he was drained but right now, it was taking everything in him not to fuck up into you..but he knew you could handle it and soon, it would pay off. Continuing to ride until you felt your legs begin to weaken, you’d eventually lie flat against his torso and slam that round ass entirely on him; burying that cock until it hit your core. From there, you two met in a sloppy, passionate kiss..exchanging strings of saliva and sexy whimpers.
your mouth eventually meeting his ear, only to fill it with sweet cries. “I’m ‘bout to come, daddy! Fuck..I c-ca—“ your sentence coming to an abrupt halt as you felt a ping in your tummy and suddenly, couldn’t go another second. Your wobbly legs shot straight up as you reached your climax first. Which he wasn’t too mad at, considering the fact that he always wanted you to get that nut first and also, you were flooding him and his sheets with squirt.
not to mention, it gave him just the opening he needed to take control for this next position. “Nah, don’t run. Sit on this fucking face.” With a grin on his features, Eren reached over and clutched behind your thighs, bringing you down to his face to let some remnants fall into his open mouth. He loved your taste..drinking it in like it was the finest FiJi. His freakiness knew no bounds and you loved it.
“Mmmm, baby! Fuck!” (y/n) crying out as he slurped your juices and that swollen clit. You’d look back to see his manhood still standing at attention and twitching on its lonesome as he tongue fucked your pussy. But you didn’t have to miss out on the fun either as he instructed you to flip around so that you were locked into a sixty nine position. He hadn’t come yet so he wanted make sure to fill your pretty little throat with all that nut instead..
he was already enjoying his feast, flicking his tongue between your folds and even your asscrack when you managed to get acclimated with you began suctioning those plump lips around his shaft. Sucking him off and tasting yourself in the process..soon, your bodies were like a well oiled machine; working in tandem to give each other oral pleasure..the only thing heard from either end were soft whimpers and loud slurping.
putting his dick seven inches down your throat until you coaxed out spit bubbles to further lube him up with before jerking him off for a minute. The cold steel of your chain gently brushing past his balls which caused him to thrust up into your throat. He had a knack of not playing fair when it came to you sucking his dick. He always wanted to test your limits and see how far that cock could fit, even sometimes touching your uvula when he done so. He couldn’t help himself when you were so skilled at giving head..even jokingly saving you in his phone as throat goat.
the way you didn’t care how messy it got, if you fucked up your makeup or even choked, you’d eventually end up swallowing his nut in some form or fashion. And right now, you were well on your way to doing so. Softly massaging his sack, you’d continue working his member, pumping it to inevitably make him climax. But the more you suckled at his tip, the further he shoved his tongue into your entrance and made you yelp. He’d be getting a second orgasm out of you if he wasn’t careful.
and he wasn’t letting up until that happen. However, he wasn’t too far behind and in one swift move, (y/n) spat those strings of precum and saliva back down on to his length and cleaned it all up with one big suction motion that nearly took him off the bed.
“F-fuck!” drumming those cries out of his mouth as you did the same to his cock..milking that warm, white fluid from his balls to the back of your throat. Almost like clockwork, you too released yet again, all over his tongue. He’d lap it all up with no hesitation also..
“You’re so fucking nasty…God, I love you..”
Eren choked out from the back of his throat, head tossed against the silk lined pillow case. You’d look down to see his toes curling and legs trembling..a job well done if you could say so yourself. But the two of you weren’t finished by a long shot. He needed to be inside of you..and this time, he wanted you both to watch! Finally coming to, he’d smack your ass a couple times to get your attention and move you once more.
placing you at the edge of the bed, he’d command you on all fours and to face the giant mirror in front of it. Your nude, sweat slicked bodies on full display in the reflection…it was something so sexy about it. Planted firmly in the mattress on your hands and knees, you’d stare straight ahead, winding those hips in a fluid motion and slowly making that round ass jiggle. The curve could be seen as you folded your arms and pressed your perky titties further into the mattress; making that back arch as far as it could go.
it was that type of thickness men made full songs about. That had the whole industry hating on this man for no reason..other than the fact he was the one lucky enough to beat your back in every night. But you doubted there was anyone else who could ever put that dick on you the way he did! And he was about to prove why.
“Look back at me when you do that shit, mama..” twisting your head around, you’d give him a doe eyes expression with those big brown orbs, subtly tossing it against his pelvis as he bucked up against your ass; smacking on it for encouragement. “..so goddamn fine, I swear..”
flicking your tongue over your lips, you’d continue throwing it on him until you felt him clutch your waist, resting that wristwatch on the cute dimples in the small of your back. Around your hips hung a bejeweled belly chain, and he was about to use it to his advantage. Now, he had tugged your face forward again, making you watch as prepared to give you that pipe for the second time..it was his turn to be in control so you knew he was about to go crazy…
gently tapping that head against your sticky center, he’d make you draw a few light huffs, mainly out of frustration. That little hole was spasming on air and asking to be filled so you couldn’t take anymore of the teasing. “Mmphmm…quit playinggg. Give me that dick.” It was so adorable how antsy you got that quickly. Because you looked so precious when begging, he wouldn’t hold out any longer.
“Alright, alright…I won’t. You know what to do, open that shit up then.”
immediately, you’d place your palms to your round cheeks and spread them apart. Your diamond tennis bracelet and long acrylics laying on your smooth skin..like a work of art. Suddenly, you’d see a long trail of saliva trickle from his lips onto his cock head, where he’d massage it in before stuffing it back in your needy cunt. Damn near sucked in by those folds. You obviously needed him pretty bad..
so he’d never keep his princess waiting. His manicured fingers clutched that little accessory to keep you reigned in as he began feeding you deep strokes to the center of your core. Not exactly rough yet but damn sure not slow..enough to have you creaming with only a couple in. Meanwhile, you could see him fixated on the motion of your ass, moving with each one. Back shots with you always went fucking dumb..the sound, the collision of skin..it was perfect.
“Feels good, huh baby?” Taunting in a soft moan as you’d look up and see him chewing at his lip, trying to concentrate on his rhythm. You didn’t have to worry about him because he’d be handling it soon enough. Chuckling, he’d just smack your bottom again and speed up. “You just bouncing that shit on me…don’t stop, baby.”
and you’d gladly obey, letting him tug you back as he impaled you on his shaft..fitting it past the hilt, shoving it in and then all the way back out. Soon, he was rocking you back and forth with complete dominion over your body. You’d fuck him back, meeting those thrusts for as long as you could until you found yourself trembling and he took control again. No need to stress though because he was more than capable of fucking you just fine on his own.
“..tapping out on me already, princess? I’m not even close yet.” Now it was his turn to tease you and with one hand still on your ass; thumb pressed into your puckering asshole, the other reaching for that long hair; not giving a fuck if he messed it up because he’d pay to get it redone, he’d pound your little pussy like he was trying to make good on his promise during the concert. That platinum chain slamming his chest and the few untamed brunette locks scattering around that handsome face, he’d tap into another speed and keep going for you.
the glistening diamonds of all your collective jewelry practically glowing underneath the now dimmer fluorescent lighting…such a pleasing aesthetic and fuel to keep going. At this point, he had you clawing at the bed sheets, trying to keep your head up but drool was seeping from between those pretty lips and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head..he was beating your shit up so bad, you could feel it touching the inner corner of your cervix. It was unfathomable how big that shit was and how well he wielded it. That’s why you’d gladly display his name on you.
“Hhngh! Daddy, fuck! Yes—oh my gosh! I can feel it…’s so deep..” Tears beginning to swell and fall from your eyes at this point because you couldn’t take it. His palm slowly circulated your throat, applying slight pressure to asphyxiate your breathing and give you even more stimulation. Undeniably, he was the best dick you had ever had and to think, you’d be getting it in every city and for the rest of your life. But that was perfect because he’d train that pretty little cunt to only conform to his shape. So much so, you’d never want to leave…
“I know, baby…but you taking that dick so good for me. I don’t wanna stop.” And that much was apparent when he slowed only for a second because you were frozen before clamping down and releasing a stream of squirting juices. It happened so fast, that you couldn’t even time your orgasm.. “ahhh, shittt! Mmmphm!” full blown fucked to tears as you rubbed it out onto his jumping member, which made him so proud; even slapping it against your slit to drum more out. Until you finished and collapsed on your stomach.
“You look so pretty when you come…I love it.”
but the fun wasn’t over quite yet! Keeping his palm planted to the center of your back, Eren held you down and continued drilling into you..rutting his hips into your cheeks and shoving his cock as far as he could go. “It’s alright, mama. You did so good..but let me handle the rest. I got it..lemme take care of you.” his voice completely soothing and comforting as he massaged your back. To be so delicate after making you nut for a third time was nothing less than to be expected of your man.
however, he’d be joining you shortly and you’d both be on that climatic cloud together. His voice began to crack and you’d hear his breathing become faster..he was definitely reaching his peak and before long, those thrusts slowed drastically and only came in shape jolts, signaling how close he was. That grip was a little too much now and with his shaft swollen inside of you, he’d have no choice but to stay in it. “Ha!-f-fuck!..I’m ‘bout to come, baby..”
and with those final words from his beloved (y/n)..
“Come in me..nut in this pussy, daddy. I want it..”
he’d fulfill your request by dumping every drop and inkling of his warm seed into your womb. Pinning you to the mattress before collapsing over onto your entire frame. Whining so helplessly, that it was so attractive. Being the one to witness his most vulnerable moments was so amazing, especially when you were responsible.
lying there in complete shock, you were pretty sure everyone on that bus had probably heard the two of you creating a chorus of chaotic love making. But none of it matter. In that room, it was like an entirely different planet where only you both existed and you didn’t want to come back down anytime soon..
brushing your hair off the nape of your neck, he’d place a couple soft kisses on it and your spine before bringing your face back around to let your lips crash together again. The slow kisses after fucking like animals was always the best.
“I love you..” “I love you more..” the words exchanged through pressed lips but you both meant it clear as day. For a minute, he’d just gently caress your back to soothe you. Watching you cry, even if from pleasure didn’t sit right with him! “How you feel? Are you okay?” Whispering against your ear as he gently pecked it. All you could do was giggle because after that, you had no complaints. “Much better now..you?”
and of course, it was no question: “Let’s just say I feel like I can go do a hundred shows now.” Making both of you break into laughter. It seems that your motivation was doing wonders for him.
but first, a little bit of actual sleep wouldn’t hurt! One thing was for sure though..cars, jewelry and bags aside, what you done to and for him and the love you gave was completely priceless. Something not even money could buy.
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Hi Jade! First of all thank you for bringing back the zombie au, it is my absolute fave! Second, if you are taking requests for it currently, maybe r (with Robin maybe?) goes and finds a gift for Steve just to make him smile (which may or may not make him break into tears with how vulnerable and emotional he's been with all the stuff he's been through?) Thank you for all your lovely writing!
thank you anon! fem!reader, 8k —You, Steve and Robin make a risky trip for non-essentials to improve your quality of life at the camp. Steve's feeling stressed, you try to make it better, and Robin finds a cat in the display section of the mattress store.
tw for zombie apocalypse typical implied violence and gore, food insecurity, injury
"We'll call it something really cool," Robin says, "like Y/N and Robin's ultimate quest for cleanliness."
Robin is a little dirty today. She's scraped her hair back into a tiny ponytail, and it flicks out at the back of her head like a feather duster. You think it's adorable, and you lean around her shoulders to try and touch it. Steve pulls you back bodily.
"Stop touching her," he says.
"Just her hair," you say.
"No, because you know how ansty she is, it's like poking a sleeping dragon."
"Shut up! Shut up, loser, I haven't been antsy at all, I'm planning a girl's trip as we speak."
You laugh and fall back into Steve's arms, the kind of laugh that makes your chest feel tight and your eyes scrunch closed. A girl's trip is definitely one way to put it.
"I'm just saying," Steve says, not just saying at all, "that you're dangerous right now. Next time I'll let her touch your hair and you can bite her hand off."
"She can touch my hair. I don't know if you've noticed, Harrington, but that right there is my very best friend."
And okay, it's not true, Steve and Robin have the strongest friendship you've ever seen, but there is a truth behind it —you and Robin get along well. It would be difficult not to love her, she's a gem, and she cares about the person you care about most in the world at the same level (though in a different calibre).
You worm out of Steve's arms to give her a quick hug. Steve steals you away again and you laugh as you go, flopping your weight onto him and almost knocking him flat onto his back.
You, Robin and Steve are sitting around the campfire in the centre of camp. It's rather big and blissfully hot, the sky a velvet black that hides the smoke. Children sit with droopy eyes to the left, some with parents and most without, though the community is full of good people with great hearts who've swooped in to help look after them. Already, an older woman named Matildhe seems to have gathered a brood of six children, all young, and all wanting cuddles. To the right, Jeremy Livingstone and Joyce Byers plan the unplannable, a map of Michigan at their feet held down by stones. Jonathan sits by his mother's legs with a baby in his lap, her sleeping face pressed to his chest. He taps her back absent-mindedly. "What about here?" he asks, drawing a circle with his finger. Will, his younger brother, moves the flashlight beam to follow his direction.
Despite the fire, the wind bites at your backs, a nippy chill. Steve has solved this by becoming your windbreaker, or so he claims.
"She loves me," you murmur.
"I love her," Robin agrees.
"That's why you can't come on our girl's trip," you say.
"Girls," Steve says, measured, "I'm unsure, but I'm starting to think that you think you're going somewhere without me."
"No, we know you'll crash the party. But we're going to pretend you aren't there," Robin says.
Her chipper attitude makes you laugh for the millionth time tonight. Steve laughs in tandem behind you, his breath fanning warmly over the shell of your ear.
It smells like woodsmoke and pine needles meshed together here, two smells that alone are nice but together give you a headache. You wrinkle your nose and sit up properly, worried about squashing Steve or hurting his bad knee. "The smell is so strong out here," you say.
"Shit, this guy bothering you?" Steve asks, pointing his thumb at the fire.
"Kick his ass, Steve," Robin says.
"Are you losers drunk?" Dustin asks.
You twist on your butt to face him, Steve's favourite sixteen year old standing in the dark wearing two coats and three scarfs.
"Are you cold?" Steve asks. "Come and sit with us."
"We aren't drunk, just happy," you say, gesturing for him to do as Steve said.
Dustin sits by the fire with you, groaning. "What is there to be happy about?"
You bite your top lip. Dustin is so young, and he's lost a lot. More than he ever should've had to lose, twice, his sense of normalcy destroyed. You don't blame him for being depressed over what is possibly the most traumatic thing he will ever have to experience. You don't want to offer him empty platitudes or tell him how to feel, and Steve doesn't want to either, but he can't watch him mope. He loves him too much.
"Dusty," he teases, "don't be so down. Haven't you seen this glorious and ridiculously enormous bonfire we have going on?"
"I see it," Dustin says from behind gritted teeth.
"Hey, do you want to sleep in our tent tonight?" Steve asks, a tad more seriously. "It's warmer with more people, and it's not as crowded as you think it'll be."
"No, thanks."
"You could drag your tent closer," you say, quieter, trying not to smother him or embarrass him with parenting he never asked for.
"I don't like being near the boundary. You guys might be okay with ending up as geek chow but the rest of us have common sense."
"Well, we didn't really have a choice there," Robin says.
Which is true. The kids all get to sleep in tents close to the fire, and the adults are a row behind. You guys aged out of the kids category a long time ago, so you're the ones who'll be eaten first, but you're also the ones who'll hear the can alarms when they ring on the tripwires first.
Steve sleeps with his baseball bat anyhow.
You disentangle yourself from Steve's grips and meet his eyes. He doesn't need you to tell him, but you give him a look that hopefully says, Maybe you should talk to him. Eyebrows raised gently, lips pursed.
Steve sighs like he's preparing himself and shuffles around you. He doesn't begrudge Dustin needing cheering up, you know that. He probably just wishes he could offer Dustin more than, "We have food and water and a place to pee."
Robin crawls right to your side and sets back on her haunches. "Here's what I think we should do."
"Wait, you don't wanna wait for Steve to explain?"
"Nope, he'll say no. Me and you have to find the best way to sell it so we can actually go."
"You aren't kidding about the girl's trip?"
"Nope. Look, the situation is dire. We know where the mall is, we've been there tons of times. The whole group can't go and we don't trust most people to keep us alive anyways, so me, you and Steve will go. We'll sleep there or something too, so there's no pressure on us to rush back and stress out Steve."
"Wouldn't it be safer to hurry back?" you ask.
Robin hums. "Maybe. Uh, if we travel at night like I've been thinking about doing I don't think we could hurry back."
"At night?"
"We're basically nocturnal at this point." You dip your head toward her mildly. She drops the slight facade she'd had, "I would feel better. If we went at night."
The College, the community you and your group had inhabited until recently, was attacked and destroyed by raiders. They were likely drawn by the black smoke of the small bonfire in the quad of the campus, lit to celebrate a quasi-thanksgiving. It wasn't supposed to end up the way it had.
Robin got attacked. Steve was there to help her get away uninjured, earning himself a black eye. She can't sleep if she's by herself anymore. You hate yourself for not being there to protect them.
She's afraid of being attacked by people rather than geeks now. Travelling at night increases the likelihood of dying via geek (you can't see them, they can smell you), but it vastly decreases the chance of meeting other people. It makes sense that a night time excursion is her preference.
You just don't know how you feel about it, and you have no clue how you might convince Steve to go along with it.
"So you want us to hike to the mall at night. Is it on the map? Where even is it?"
"I don't remember the name, Steve'll know it 'cos we've been there, but what matters is that I know for a fact there's a fancy soap store. I need soap, Y/N. I can't take this anymore. And if I don't brush my teeth soon I'm going to scream, my finger can only do so much."
Occasionally three of you take a pea sized dollop of paste and rub it over your teeth in an effort to feel less disgusting, the same way that you wash with a rag and cold water behind the treeline, and dunk your clothes in the river without detergent. Water is a good cleaner, but eventually there's a funk in the clothes that can't be washed out without soap, or Robin's current issue: oily hair.
Without soap and toothbrushes, you feel about as disgusting as a person can feel. If you don't make this trip soon, you'll be in the exact same boat as Robin, one bad stain away from screaming.
"And the fancy soap shop definitely has soap?"
"Definitely. And there's a department store with blankets, too. We could really improve the quality of our miserable lives."
"You don't have to convince me," you say, though it might not hurt in actuality. You're hesitant to leave the camp, but if Robin's leaving she can't go without Steve (who would never let her go alone), or you, because you refuse to be separated from Steve (or her, honestly). "It's Grim Fandango who needs greasing." Grim being Steve.
Steve has managed to wrap an arm around Dustin. You're half-expecting Dustin to be wriggling under his touch, desperate for an escape, a teenage boy allergic to both sincerity and affection, but Dustin's dissolved like jello powder in boiling water, totally slouched into Steve's side. Steve's hand runs the younger boy's upper arm briskly.
"It'll be okay, dude, I promise. We've come this far," Steve says.
"I'm just tired," Dustin says quietly.
"Maybe we should sell it, as uh, an enrichment trip," you suggest to Robin. "We can get stuff for the kids, some board games or something." They need an escape.
"I miss my books," Robin says.
"Holy shit, me too. Steve says you can tell the plot of every Agatha Christie novel from memory, is that true?" you ask.
"Only the good ones. Can I lie down on you?"
You let Robin lie down with her head on your thigh. It can't be comfortable but maybe it's better than the floor, or maybe it's just nice to be close to someone. You like having Robin with you. You'd been so apprehensive of her when you met, not because she was Steve's best friend —though that did worry you to some extent— but because you had trust issues to the neck and she was the first person beside Steve to be nice to you without motivation. In this world, that doesn't check out.
"What ones do you know?"
"Murder on the Orient Express?" she offers.
"Okay. Set the scene, Buckley."
Steve returns just after the detective finds out that Ratchet has been murdered. "I love this part," he says.
"Then let me tell it."
Robin spins for a while, but you peel away from the fire before you're too tired to stand and retreat to your makeshift tent. It's a tarp held up by two sticks and a blanket on the floor, but it works to keep away the rain and most bugs. There's not quite enough room for you three, but there's also literally no other option, and none of you mind. You squeeze in like tinned sardines, sleeping in your coats and shoes.
In the morning, you and Robin attempt to sell your idea to Steve over lukewarm oxtail soup. You and Steve share. Robin had to tip half into a bowl for someone else. The rationing is going okay.
You could've ended up with a can of garden peas, or chopped tomatoes.
"It's actually better if it's only us, you see, because we can sneak around and it'll be much quieter. And they don't need us here right now, everything's settled. And me and Y/N want to so we should."
Steve wraps your hand around the can of soup so you don't touch the hot bottom. He doesn't look like he's even remotely listening to Robin, his eyes on your face and his hands not far behind. He neatens you up, so to speak, scratching a little dirt speck from your cheek and folding the rolled collar of your shirt. "This," he says finally, his hand curling behind your neck, "sounds like a very bad idea."
You shudder happily as he starts to scratch your neck down to your shoulders. "Steve, what's bad about it? We'll be like the Three Musketeers, travelling in darkness, a mission for the people."
"Did you ever read that book?" Steve asks, his hand dropping to your shoulder, where it stays for a reverent second. You look gross and he still wants to squeeze you.
"No," you admit, lips on the sharp edge of your soup. You take a careful sip.
"We get there quickly, spend a night on the mattresses at the department store, and… Hey, why don't we go live in the mall?" Robin asks.
The idea of a real mattress is seductive, but not that much.
"Because we don't want to paint a huge target on our backs?" you ask.
"I'm kidding." Robin peers down at her soup unhappily. "I really hate oxtail."
Steve noticeably flickers. He meets your eyes, and you think he's speaking to you in his head. Fucking hell, I can't believe what I'm about to agree to.
"If you can convince Mrs. Byers to delegate us an actual weapon, then okay, fine, we can go to the mall." He stretches out his mostly healed knee and rubs it with both hands. "Fuck. A knife. Actually, I want each of us to have a weapon. So if you can somehow magic that into being, we can go."
"I don't see why we even had to ask permission," Robin jokes, "like it's the sixties or something." She springs up to her feet, forces her oxtail soup into the hands of one of the preteens by the fire, and beelines for the small crowd of kids surrounding one much taller Joyce.
"You'd still come with us even if you didn't want to," you say.
"Yeah, obviously. Robin's right, this isn't the sixties. That being said, if it was a worse plan, I'd tie you to a tree."
"I could be into that," you tease, pleased when he scoffs through a laugh. His elbow drives into your side. "Stop, fiend."
"No, fiend. Take the force of my elbow." He nudges you.
You elbow back. He elbows harder. You potentially give him a bruise and feel extremely bad when he "Oofs," aloud.
"Sorry," you say, climbing up on your knees to put your arms on his shoulders. "Sorry, sorry, sorry."
He shoves you away from him and you're evil, you're selfish, you want him to dote. You fall flat on your back in the dirt and grass, covering your smile with the crook of your elbow so he doesn't immediately know you're fine.
"Shit," he cusses, kneeling between your legs, moving to hover over you. "I didn't mean to knock you down…" He sees your smile. "You lying conniving trickster."
You smile harder, lips pressed together and your chest light as a feather for the first time in days, until suddenly he's squished on top of you and pressing down. "Ow," you fake, wriggling away from him. "I think there's a twig in my brain."
He wriggles with you. "You suck, you made me think I hurt you."
"Don't be a wuss, I get hurt all the time, how do you even know I'm not hurt?"
He sighs all quiet and lifts your head off of the grass. "I can't see through your hair," he says, "did it actually hurt?"
You take his face into your hands. Your fingers are very cold, but he doesn't flinch.
"I'm messing with you, H."
"When did that nickname catch on?"
You rub his cheeks with your thumbs. Fingers behind his ears, you smooth over his short scratchy stubble affectionately. Quick, you lift your chin and touch your lips to his. It's hardly a kiss.
He leans down slowly and makes it a better one.
"Stop," Robin says, kicking you in the ribs. She isn't cruel about it, more of a toe touch.
"Oh, hi, that was a quick rejection," you say, frowning.
Robin beams. "Actually, we've been approved. One knife apiece and a request for children's clothes. Get packing!"
She whizzes off in another direction, seemingly to pack and gather the allocated weaponry.
Steve drops his chin back down to you.
"Does she have secret things we don't know about?" he asks.
You scratch his scalp, "Mm… I'm not supposed to tell you."
He sits up. You frown.
"She really has a secret stash?"
"No, Steve," you laugh. "No, of course she doesn't. Where would she hide them?"
Steve yanks you up by the arm playfully. You pretend to fight him, but it's no use. You'll do anything he wants you to.
—
Steve didn't necessarily think that a hike through the outskirts of an infested city would be easy, but he also hadn't realised it would be this boring. Especially a trip he's already made in the past. Boring and kind of hard.
It's not because you aren't capable —you might've taken a hit when The College collapsed, but you've mostly recovered, and your endurance is good. You have the best survival skills you've ever had, and Robin is similarly ready for whatever it is that might get thrown at you. Too bad preparation doesn't make you a ninja.
He isn't at his peak and he was no man of steel beforehand, and although he was good enough to keep you both alive, he's not sure if it's still true. Plus, he wasn't expecting to feel so moody.
You're marching on like a true warrior next to him, your hand around his wrist and swinging gently, your eyes on the ground. Steve's flashlight carves a weak path through the dusk. Soon, it'll be completely dark, and that's when he imagines his worrying will reach a fever pitch.
For now, he tries to be chill.
"Is my hand not good enough for you?" he asks.
"I figure you can pull away from me quicker if you need to if we're not, like, sewed together."
"You have weird hands," Robin interjects. "They're big. I wouldn’t hold them either.”
"That's why they're nice hands, Robin," you say. "Well, maybe they're just nice because I love him."
"I love him. Mostly. He still has weird hands," she says.
"You don't get it," you say.
You wrap your arms around his bicep and hug it quickly before backing away again. He thinks you kiss his coat, but he really can't tell.
"I don't think I want to get it," Robin says.
You're quieter when you ask, "Is that really true? You don't want to be in love?"
In the dark, and at night, it's quiet. It's nearly always quiet everywhere you go nowadays, but it feels immense this far from the camp. Steve is on edge. Too distracted for heart to hearts. But he wants to know the answer too, so he stays nice and quiet.
"I love that you're in love," Robin says lightly. "And I love you both. But I've seen you guys when you think you're going to lose each other, and surviving is hard enough without… that."
You let your hand slide down to his hand, your palm flat to the top, not holding it but holding him.
Steve clears his throat. "It's worth losing my mind every time she decides to wander off because of the peace she gives me when we're together."
"The peace?" Robin asks. She sounds like she wants to be incredulous but his sincerity has tripped her up.
"I'm with her and…" He can see the side of your face in the flashlight. You're smiling shyly, your gaze on the grass beneath your shoes. Footsteps rustle in the gap of his words. "I don't want to be anywhere else as long as she's there."
"It sounds like a toothache," Robin says.
"You know, I used to get bad toothaches all the time before we found you, and Steve made me a teeth guard out of a leather armchair with a pen knife and a needle and thread."
"Did you just make that up? Trying to convince me about the magic of love?" Robin asks.
"No, he really made it for me, I used to keep it in my nightstand," you say. He can hear your smile.
He made it because watching you cry from toothache left him feeling powerless. A guy who'd never even held a needle and thread before bent over his lap with a flashlight in the hours while you slept until his eyes burned because watching you sniffle made him feel sick. He can't describe the ache of it, loving you but not having kissed you, or even really told you, his girl so stressed at night your jaw had locked tight and you were reduced to whimpers each morning. Having to watch you pretend it wasn't happening until you couldn't, until you broke down crying with your hand wrapped around his wrist like it is now. Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Steve, I just– I want– I don't know– I can't–
He was useless. He was stupid. He could barely bring himself to rub your back because he thought another touch might knock you over.
Calm down, honey, he'd murmured. Just calm down.
He never could've imagined seeing you cry like that before he did. You couldn't move. You explained it like a headache when words became feasible again, which, Steve's had headaches; concussive migraines that were white hot and everywhere. So he could imagine it even if he'd never felt it, and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it. Willing to try anything, he'd even wondered if he could pull your tooth out himself. Mouth surgery is prone to infection, and he couldn't face levelling that amount of pain onto you personally. So rather than fix the tooth, he'd have to fix the stress. He couldn't fix the stress, so he looked for anything at all to ease the pain. Ibuprofen, codeine, even a course of antibiotics. And then, finally, the leather mouth guard. Leather stacked and sewed with sanitised, loving hands.
"It's weird what that kind of love can bring out of you," Steve says quietly, matching the surroundings. "I did a great job. I'm a seamstress."
Robin pretends to throw up generously and noisily. Steve shushes her. You, in a very good mood with no signs of calming down, laugh behind your hand.
"I can make you another one," he offers. He hadn't thought about it yet, but of course you don't have it anymore. Anything in your nightstand is lost forever.
"You might need to. I'll be a stressed mess all over again if we don't find some socks, I can feel my ankle bone piercing the back of my shoes," you say. No socks either.
Robin's flashlight turns quickly to the right. You and Steve flinch at the same time to guard the other, peering in the exposed direction. There aren't many trees around here, so all to be seen is yellow-green grass and empty air.
"Sorry, I got the heebies," Robin says. "Maybe it was your disgusting declarations of love."
"Hardy-har. Where the fuck do you think we are right now?" Steve asks.
"Wait, you don't know?" you ask.
"You have the map," he says back.
"Oh, right. But how do we navigate in the dark? We don't have a compass."
"I have the compass!" Robin announces.
"From where?" you ask.
"How did you think we'd get there in the dark, angel?" Steve asks you genuinely.
He doesn't have time to wonder if it's okay to call you angel. He's never done it before, but it felt right in the moment. You're kind of like an angel, protective and sweet and a symbol for goodness.
"I thought because you guys already knew where it was– we– we set off while it was still light! I assumed we'd just walk straight."
Steve and Robin laugh at you, but not without love.
You pretend to sulk for a while, though you shine your flashlight at the map when he asks, your arm threaded through his and face leaning on his shoulder. "I'm so confused," you mumble.
"Don't worry. I know where we are now," he says.
"No, I know where we are too, but I'm confused as to why I thought this was a good idea."
"This is a good idea because I've had greasy hair for two weeks and I feel like a worm," Robin says. "And we need blankets, and moisturiser, and to feel like real people."
Steve has a better list than that. He needs moisturisers for your cracked hands, antiseptic for the healing cut on your thigh. He needs shaving foam or at the least a goddamn razor, a new shirt, you both need underwear and you're in dire need of shoes that fit. He wouldn't mind a compression support for his knee, a pair of scissors, and most of all a box of cigarettes —a quick trip to the pharmacy would fix a lot of problems.
"I feel pretty real."
"You're real pretty," Steve says quickly.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Kiss?" you cheer, delighted at his swift wit.
Steve knows —he knows— you're putting on a brave face for him. He cried on your shoulder and you haven't cried since. You're being the strong one. You're trying to make it work.
You've always been the strong one. Steve has taken care of you so many times; held your hand in torrential rain when you were too tired to go on; scrambled through rotten floorboards to find you on your back and unconscious, fed you water in your sleep half-worried you were dying and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He's fought for you, the dead and the living —he would do worse for you. But you've done the impossible, surviving every ache and pain, coming back from things he didn't think you would. You crawled through glass for him. You stumbled in the dark bleeding and exhausted to do as he asked, to meet him at the end of an endless day.
He gives you the kiss you asked for. There's only one clue that you aren't as happy as you seem. Your breath catches as he leans down, like you thought he might not give you one after all.
It takes you hours to get there and way longer than you thought. You don't realise you're upon it until the grass turns to roads under your feet, and the road turns to parking lot. There's a shattering of glass spread over the floor like a spilled bag of salt that crunches under your shoes. Steve grips your elbow and the three of you creep inside past the doors. They're open, which is bad and good. Bad because someone's been here since the last time, and might still be inside. Good, because Steve's not sure any of you have the energy to open them.
"I don't think I have to say this, but please, let's whisper from here," Steve suggests.
"Damn, do we have to?" Robin whispers. "I was just about to start my rendition of Singing in the Rain."
You laugh through your nose.
"We'll go up to the bedding store, okay? And we'll grab some blankets, and then we'll find a storage room and barricade ourselves in."
"Steve, I wanna sleep on a mattress," Robin whines.
"But we don't know who's here," he says. "Buckley, I swear, I'll carry a mattress back to camp for you if that's what you want, but we have to live to see the morning first."
"It's not like we haven't done it before," you say, nudging her gently. "Can we go back to whispering? I'm really nervous. I don't want to attract anything."
"Sorry," Robin whispers.
Being outside in the dark had felt horrifying but mostly manageable. Being inside is terrifying too, and though your flashlights make it easy to navigate now that there's walls for the light to reflect off of, it's scarier knowing this is an enclosed space. You can only run so far in either direction.
Your fingers twist in the corner of his hoodie. He doesn't say anything. For a split second, he remembers you doing it in the past, before he'd even thought about kissing you, when you were scared and he was more angry than anything else (though not usually at you). He'd pretend he didn't feel it. He was a bitch but he was never cruel, and if you needed to scrunch the hem of his jacket in your hand to feel better then that was alright.
"You okay?" he murmurs.
"I'm okay. I think my cut is weeping."
"What?" he asks, head clicking as he turns to you. "Since when?"
"Not sure, it just feels weird, like it's wet."
"This is the kind of thing I'd love to know." Steve sighs. "The bedding place is up here somewhere. You can let me take a look at it."
You, Steve and Robin walk up the frozen escalators, your footsteps making banging metal sounds that echo through what feels like the entire mall. Hackles raised, Steve ushers you both into the bedding store, pulling Robin by the sleeve before she can stop to deliberate over blankets to the very back of the store where a door demarcates the Staff Only room.
"Listen," he whispers, "we are going to go in there back to back, just like we always do. Robs, I promise, as soon as I've checked her leg, I'll help you do whatever you want. Cool?"
"My leg is fine."
"If it gets infected, I know for a fact there aren't any antibiotics here," he says. They've looked. "We have to stay in front of it. Are you ready?"
"Steve, we're not amateurs," Robin says. She hums. "Okay, I might be, but you owe Y/N some respect."
"No, I'm an amateur."
"You're not an amateur," Steve says. "Girls, please."
"Can we veto 'girls'? I want to be dudes," Robin says.
"Robin–"
"Okay, okay! Let's do it."
—
You wake up with the driest mouth in the world, your head bumping from hunger and bad sleep —the floor still feels like the floor, no matter how many pillows you have— to sounds just outside of the door.
You hike up on elbows and feel your heart climb into your mouth. Steve's hand is on your neck, and Robin's foot is over your calf, and this is a very bad time to be locked in, especially weighed down as you are by fleece blankets.
"Steve," you whisper, blindly reaching out with your own hand. You accidentally smack him in the face with the base of your thumb. "Oh, shit, sorry. Steve, there's something outside."
He's impressively alert when he opens his eyes. He couldn't have been sleeping deeply. "What kind of something?" he whispers back, sitting up.
He pushes the blankets away and climbs onto his knees. The noise happens again, quickly followed by a smash and a third sound like a thump.
Robin flinches awake next to you. You put your hand on her shoulder, hoping it says, Hey, it's fine, you're fine.
"Where's your bag?" Steve asks you, standing up tall.
It's disgusting, but you're holed up in the employee bathroom. As far from the toilet and sinks as physically possible but with a buffer from the door. Staying in a storage closet hadn't been possible, the staff room door hanging off the hinges enough to not close, and the storage room a medium space crammed to bursting with mattresses and shelves of sheets that wobbled threateningly when touched.
Your bag is somewhere under the blankets. You scramble onto your knees and search for it. You'd put your things away for the sake of neatness. Silly move.
"Here," you say, pulling out a flashlight for Steve. He takes it into one hand, pen knife in the other unsheathed. "It's probably a geek."
"Yeah. Can you put your shoes on?" he asks, not unkindly.
You shake yourself and do as he asks you to. Robin helps you up. Steve creeps to the door, waiting for you both before he opens it into the main floor.
"I don't think we need the torch," Robin says.
Daylight illuminates the room through the windows set in the west wall. You all squint and step out, arms in defensive positions, treading softly so as not to be heard.
Another thump. You can't hear footsteps, exactly, just the occasional, irregular thump. Geeks are usually noisier. Dragging steps. They'll walk into walls if they're following a specific scent.
Steve turns to you both and raises his eyebrows. Brace yourselves.
He hits the butt of the knife into the wall three times.
Nothing shows itself. You stand frozen for a few minutes anyways, even when Steve and Robin decide they want to venture further into the room and scope out the place. You watch their backs, heart still pounding and with no signs of stopping.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve curses.
“What?” you and Robin hiss at the same time.
“Come here. Y/N, come over here,” he says, like you aren’t already half-way across the floor to meet them.
Steve gestures at a showcase bed with velvet purple sheets. They’re not even dusty, no signs of time or wear, nothing to speak of a different age. Nothing, that is, beside the dead bird on the pillowcases, and the carpeting of fur surrounding it. It's odd for Steve to point you towards any gore, and you're a tad shocked, until he takes your forearm in his hand and pulls you in front of him. "See?" he murmurs.
He points to the pillow. You follow his finger.
Robin speaks first. Correction, Robin squeaks first.
"Is that a cat?" she asks, all the excitement of her discovery squashed tightly into a frankly impressive whisper-shout.
Robin refuses to move after that. She begs Steve for some of the dried jerky (of unknown origin and animal) from the rucksack and lays down on her stomach when the tugged tabby you've found flees beneath the bed frame. "Here, kitty," she murmurs, her gentlest tones. "Come on, killer, I need your help."
Steve nudges you.
"Oh, you're talking to me?" you ask Robin.
"I need your help," Robin insists, looking at you from over her shoulder. Her hair is limp around her face, her cheeks flushed red with excitement. "She has to know we're all friends."
"Watch my back?" you ask Steve.
He sits on the end of the bed, "Don't have to ask."
You set down carefully next to Robin and peer under the bed for the tabby. Your arrival has scared her half to death.
"Maybe she's only used to seeing geeks," you say.
"Maybe she thinks we're geeks," Robin says agreeably.
"Me and Steve found a dog once, but he wouldn't let us touch. He begged for food and then he ran away," you say.
"The dog wouldn't let you touch him, or Steve wouldn't let you touch the dog?" Robin asks, waving the jerky around.
"A bit of both."
"Kitty," Robin sings.
"Oh, god, this is comfy as fuck," Steve mumbles, laying down in bed. "Robin, you have to get up and watch your six, babe."
You and Robin laugh in sync and aloud at his 'babe'. It's you who stands and continues taking mild guard. You're not worried about intruders anymore, thinking that any company would have presented itself already, but you like keeping them safe. You take check of every corner of the room, spinning in the world's slowest circle. Robin baby talks to the cat under the bed while offering scraps of jerky. Steve, having curled away from the bird, lets his fingertips brush your thigh each time you turn.
"Getting dizzy?" he asks.
"Yes. And hungry, too, which is a weird feeling together. Can I have some of the jerky?"
Steve offers the bag. "If you're hungry, eat what you want, but if you can keep it to a little portion just in case we can't find anything else, honey…"
You stop spinning so much to eat jerky. You eat more than you should, you hunger a cruel, sharpened thing that jabs from your stomach and up into your diaphragm. You hand Steve back the bag before you can eat someone else's share and decide to focus on the other negatives in your life, like your shoes.
"Can we look for shoes soon?" you ask.
"Yeah, honey," Steve says. Honey, honey. His voice is soft with an ever-present fatigue.
"I don't think this cat likes me very much," Robin says, still singing.
"She's just scared. Maybe if we leave and come back again she'll realise we're friendly," Steve says.
"Yes sir." Robin stands, brushing herself down. "Oh, ew, Steven, how can you lie there? You know the cat's probably spayed all over that bed, right?"
Steve springs up. "Okay, ew."
“It’s okay,” she says. “Let’s go get some new clothes.”
It’s harder than it should be. The three of you move from store to store on high alert for what has to be an hour, searching for practical, fitting clothes. The time for modesty is over, and you take turns changing in front of one another while the others make sure you aren’t about to become naked geek feed. You’re so unclean that putting clean clothes on feels wrong, but you do it anyhow. You double back to the store with suitcases and bags and fill a suitcase to bursting point with the clothes that Joyce requested for the children. You sit yourselves down at some point, always exhausted, to try on sneakers. The relief of finding and changing into a pair that fits cannot be understated. When you’re sure there’s at least pants and a sweater for every child, you pack up and head for the fancy soap shop.
Robin is ecstatic. Ideally, you can all carry one bag on your shoulders and pull one suitcase, so you each fill a bag with soaps and brushes and powders, figuring that if you find food or medication worth carrying you can empty one of the bags rather than double back.
“I’m sorry we didn’t actually sleep on a mattress,” Steve says.
Robin shrugs nonchalantly, kicking aside an empty helium tank with her foot as you pass by a card and gift store. She’s grown less happy as time goes on, unsatisfied with the day's events. Finding nice soap hadn’t felt important with no water around to use it. The cat was rabid, you’re all living off of jerky and river water, and now you have to hike home again in the dark, hours of fear and tenseness.
“I miss your car,” Robin says.
You hadn’t ever been in Steve’s car, but you say, “Me too.”
“Maybe we should find a real tent,” Steve says, apparently not listening.
“Isn’t that kind of mean?” Robin asks.
“I mean, if the others wanted a tent, they could’ve come.”
“I don’t think it's mean,” you say. “But I don’t see how we can carry it.”
“I can carry it,” Steve says. “Just a small one. Big enough for us.”
“Does us include me?” Robin asks.
Steve laughs. “Duh, it includes you. It’s Y/N that’s gonna have to sleep outside.”
“Or me and her can have the tent and you can be our watchdog.”
“We can’t, um, stay outside forever, right?” you ask quietly.
Steve puts his arm over your shoulder for a quick squeeze. “No, we can’t. We’ll find somewhere permanent soon. There’s barely any geeks the more we get into Michigan, who knows. Maybe there's none at all up top. But…" He lets you go. "I'll find somewhere."
"Steve, you sound ridiculous," Robin says. "'I'll find somewhere,'" she quotes, voice deepened.
Robin might joke, but you feel reassured by Steve's promise. You keep your head up for the rest of the day.
—
Later, much later, when you've travelled back to the camp with aching everythings and taken the world's coldest bath in the river nearby, you, Robin and Steve pitch your brand new tent and near collapse. It was night when you finally reached the camp that day, and so it was morning by the time you laid down. Steve has to admit that bathing and building a tent in the dark had been fun, annoying and indicative of the situation but a pleasure anyhow, to hear his favourite people in the whole world trying not to shriek at the cold water, overjoyed and laughing as you finally washed your face with real soap, and terrified that the river would knock you down.
You're shaking with the cold now in his arms, practically sitting on his thigh as you brush his still damp hair back from his eyes.
"I can't believe you're still cold," he says, kissing the line of your jaw affectionately.
Robin, despite hours without sleep, had volunteered to help Sarah corral the younger kids for some early breakfast. Steve thinks it's because she likes Sarah. Your theory was that she's generous enough to give you a half hour of privacy. She's good like that.
Whatever it is, you're alone for the first time in days. It's no different than when you're with friends, only you're touchier and Steve's an honest fool.
You wrap one of your new blankets tighter around your shoulders and shift. "Am I hurting you?"
"Nope." He squeezes you tightly to his front. "You're shivering. Put your hands under my shirt."
You do it quickly, smiling like he's given you the world. "'Member when you'd let me do this? Even when we weren't really dating?"
"We were dating," he says.
"What, before or after the taco truck incident?"
"Before," he says sharply. He pauses. "Alright, maybe not then. But we were definitely dating when you'd put your hands in my shirt. You don't do that for just anyone, I'm not a run around."
"Steve, you used to let me sleep in your lap. Like, a month after we met."
"'Cos you get so damn cold," he says. You're still shivering. He rests his cheek against your neck. "If I didn't let you, you'd spend the whole night shivering and making these really sad sounds."
He's not even teasing. Just being honest.
"I'm sensitive," you say.
"You're used to sleeping indoors like a normal person."
You ease off of his lap. He doesn't want you to; he'd keep you close forever. Plus, he feels guilty cuddling you in front of Robin because he knows public displays are uncomfortable, so he wants to really take you in while he can.
"I have something to tell you," you say.
"Oh?"
"Or, something to give you. But I can tell you something if that matters."
"Tell me anything." Everything. He wants to know everything you have to say.
"Well… well, before this happened…" You rummage through the bag you'd brought home with you, the tip of your tongue peaking out. "You know, before the world half ended, I wasn't– I don't know if I can say it."
"Please?" he asks.
You pull something into your hand. "Alright. I didn't think I'd ever fall in love. And then the world ended, and I really didn't think I would, but you found me and I love you, so it wasn't true."
He thinks about it. You, years ago, when he'd see you in the halls at school or walking home. He doesn't have much recollection of you beyond that, but it aches in a weird way to think you'd been walking around feeling like you wouldn't be loved.
Steve licks his lips. "I get it, because I kind of worried the same thing. Like I'd keep loving people more than they loved me."
"And then you met Robin?"
"Exactly. She taught me more about love as my best friend than any of the girlfriends I had."
"Well, I didn't get a Robin back then, but I have you now, and I guess I want you to know it's important to me," you say. "I know things are so hard right now, I know," —you clear your throat as emotion creeps in to your tone— "you put on a brave face for me. I know you're tired. But I keep going for you, and you keep going for me, and I want you to have something so you remember that even if I'm… not around."
Steve sits up straight. "Hey, you're not going anywhere."
You blink rapidly.
"Where is it that you think you're going without me?" he asks, softer.
"Nowhere. But I just need you to know how much I loved you."
"Love," he corrects.
"How much I love you," you agree, sniffling. You look around at the tent floor, your shoulders raised just so. "Sorry, I'm not gonna cry or anything, I just hate thinking about it."
You hand him something wrapped in a new sock. He bites his lip to stop from laughing at the wrapping and unpeels his gift.
It's a watch. Silver, heavy, glass unscathed and hands tick tick ticking. Steve doesn't know if the time is accurate. His old watch broke a long time ago, but this one looks vaguely similar.
"You gave me a necklace, once, with a little diamond. I know I don't have it anymore, I shouldn't have taken it off. But you gave it to me when I was miserable, and I know you're not miserable, but–"
"I am," he says, rubbing his thumb over the watch. There's a tiny diamond set at the bottom of the clock face. He has no idea why, but the idea that you saw it and remembered his gift that long ago, that you wanted him to know you love him, that pays for some truth. "I'm miserable. I'm so scared for us." He breathes out hard. "Sorry."
Steve's eyes tear up. He tries not to let it show, but he's looking down at the watch and his vision is blurring, and he's thinking Fuck, fuck, I'm crying in front of her again.
You shuffle across the plastic floor toward him and clutch his hand. He's shaking minutely. You must feel it.
"It's okay, baby," you murmur.
He ducks his head.
"It's okay. I know," you say.
"I know that you know," he says.
"But it's hard," you prompt.
"Yeah."
You needle your arm behind his neck and him close. He can't hold back anymore, throwing his arms around your waist because why would you say that stuff to him? You're so evil, you're horrible, you're the very best thing that's ever happened to him and he loves you and what if you do die? Nobody will ever, ever be like you. There's no one out there with your smile, nobody who turns at the sound of his voice as you do, happy before you've set eyes on him and ecstatic when you have.
And if you live (please, God, if you live), Steve wants to give you a better life than this. He's constantly panicking because he doesn't know how.
But you don't mind. You don't love him less for the situation.
"I don't even know what to tell you," you say, stroking the hair at the back of his neck tenderly, "cos I tell you I love you so much it doesn't feel like what I mean. I love you. I love you, Steve."
He hugs you until he's not crying, wishing his cheeks would dry themselves when he finally raises his head and kisses your cheek. "Thank you," he says roughly.
Steve sits back and wipes his nose. You offer the sock. He laughs and bats it away.
"I love you, too," he says. He thrusts his wrist at you. "Strap me in?"
You fasten Steve's watch and, in what's becoming a theme, you kiss his pulse.
"Sorry things have been so hard," you say, adjusting the watch until it's sat comfortably.
"You make it easier."
"Guys!" Robin says, forcing her way into the tent with an exuberant smile on her face. There's something in her arms, a wriggling mass of matted fur. "Look! The cat followed us home! I'm gonna name him Stinkyboy! Or Shark. Get up, I need help catching a fish!" She waves the cat's paw at you both. "I knew he liked me!"
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the Steve zombie au
#steve zombie!au#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington drabble#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things 4
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Tangerine fingering headcannons?? 😏😏 (HELP I CRINGED TYPING THAT OUT)
😭😭😭 pissing and yes ofc!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
18+ !! fem reader, minors dni
— he looks like he'd be the first two fingers kinda guy, but he's actually the middle two fingers kinda guy !! (good, bc if not that'll break my heart😓)
— k so, firstly, this guy knows what he's doing! wouldn't even doubt that for a minute. he knows all the parts, knows the exact amount of pressure, knows what they need when they need it
— one of his fave ways to finger you is.. so idk if it has a name so I'll describe it for you, that cool? good. so, both sat up, you in front, kinda slumping into him with your back to his chest and his hand in between. I think im overcomplicating it lol. but basically, the position is like you're doing it to yourself, but he'd be doing it for you. just him leisurely running up your slit, thumbing your clit, poking his fingers in. in this position he's able to kiss your neck from behind too. brushing kisses over your shoulder, cheek, upper back, and side of the throat. he also dirty talks you behind your ear. he loves this one on the sofa and it will be kinda lazy, just him mindlessly playing with you. all unrushed
— another one he loves is.. when you're laid flat down and he kinda stands over you, kinda caging - one hand beside your head for support, the other between your thighs, just pumping into you. he likes the eye contact in this one and loves to look over your body from above - watching you react and twitch and breathe
— he's adaptable, so he can multitask!! one hand pumping into you, the other laid flat over your pubic bone as his thumb flicks over your clit
— dude, he knows where your g-spot is and he hits it E V E R Y T I M E !1! pads of his fingers skimming it, rubbing it, pushing into it when he brushes past it
— if this is prep/ foreplay, he does this thing where he spreads his fingers inside of you, working you open for his dick. just opening and closing them in like 3 sec intervals
— also also he LURVES seeing how wet he can make you with the most minimal touch. just VERY LIGHTLY brushing a finger over you, but avoiding all the sensitive spots. just skimming over the crease between upper thigh, sides of folds, pubic bone. and loves to see a trickle of wet seep out!! but only then would he slip his fingers in. like they plunge in and then there's like a squelch bc of how wet you are and like some drips out and makes a huge mess and like like like omg omg. talking of which, he loves to make a mess of you, smearing your wetness around so you're all shiny and glistening and puffy
— also he likes to make you cum with 1 finger sometimes (whether inside or on clit) it’s like an ego boost for him to know that it can only take 1 finger
— he sometimes likes to see if you can take 3 fingers (you can bc it's him and he preps you good)
— he praises you, degrades you - whatever you're into
— likes to overstim you and edge you when fingering
— like everything else, he's very good at what he does
— also he can make you squirt, NO PROBLEM
I probs have way more but that's it for now
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omgg I can't stop think about kook!reader x jj maybank based on king of my heart
After seeing this, I couldn’t either. It fits so well and was so fun, I love that song and JJ so much. I seriously got so many feels while writing this it’s one of my faves 🥰
King Of My Heart (JJ Maybank x Reader)
Everything changed when Sarah introduced you to her new friends.
You’d known them in passing, but actually getting to know them was a whole different story.
You were a Kook, born and raised in the Figure Eight. You didn’t blame them when they were weary of you, but they got over it and eventually welcomed you in. Sarah told you that they warmed up to you faster than her and made a joke about paving the way.
When you first met them, you couldn’t predict how much you’d connect with them. But more than that, you never anticipated how close you’d be with JJ Maybank.
He was an easy guy to get to know, and apparently an easy guy to develop a crush on too.
You’d only ever dated Kook guys from your side of the island, and you dumped every single one of them. Nothing ever felt right—none of them felt like they could be the one.
Now you knew why.
Being in a relationship with them didn’t compare to just being around JJ. When the two of you were together, not even their expensive cars could take you where he could.
You didn’t know if he felt like that about you, but you at least knew he was quickly considering you to be a close friend. You two had inside jokes, teased each other in a way that bordered on flirting, and even though you never were a touchy person, you couldn’t deny that you liked the feel of his arm casually resting over your shoulders and you never turned down a single hug.
It seemed like every little interaction was leading up to the party.
The Kook throwing the party was one who surprisingly had no problem with who showed up—even Pogues. You didn’t know him well, but now you and JJ were laughing as you snuck through his bedroom window that led to the roof.
“Careful!” you laughed out as JJ crawled out first, trying to balance himself with one hand and his red solo cup in the other.
“I got it, I’m like a ninja,” he slurred out.
He wore a triumphant smile as he stood to his full height.
“See?” JJ bragged and then took a sip out of his cup. “C’mon, baby, you can’t leave me out here by my lonesome.”
You rolled your eyes at the dramatic phrasing, but accepted his hand when he reached through the window. You were both pretty tipsy, but you trusted him to not let you fall.
And if you did, at least there was a pool right below.
Thankfully, you crawled out of the window onto the slightly sloped roof with little issue. JJ didn’t let go of you, his hand laced with yours as he helped you out. It drifted down to wrap around your waist to steady you once you stood.
It was only then that you registered his words from before. Mostly the way he called you baby. He’d said it like he was trying it out, and you wanted to say something, but your focus turned elsewhere.
The two of you were pressed against one another, JJ’s arm keeping you there, and you could hear your heart starting to pound in your ear.
You were so close, it would’ve taken no time for you to lean in and kiss him. Even as your gaze flicked from his blue eyes to his lips, you held back.
You’d been perfectly fine on your own for such a long time, and even though you only met JJ a few weeks ago, you were starting to second guess yourself.
The two of you sat down together, overlooking the party goers as they splashed around in the pool and mingled on the patio.
You’d abandoned your drink and as you people watched, JJ offered you his.
“You ever think you were gonna be hanging out alone with a Pogue?” JJ wondered casually, head turning to look at you.
He’d teased you about your status before, but this felt like something different. Still, you smiled to yourself.
“You ever think you were gonna be hanging out alone with a Kook?” you parroted back, facing him.
You noted the way the wind rushed through his blonde hair, and the way you wanted to run your fingers through it.
You looked away from him—you had to.
“I guess not,” he answered honestly. “But I’m glad I am.” JJ lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip. He let out a chuckle as he passed it to you. “That’s only ‘cause it’s you, though.”
“I’m honored,” you drawled, downing the last little bit of beer left in the red cup before flipping it upside down and setting it aside. “Remind me to get that later, Kie would kill me if she thought I was littering.”
JJ laughed fondly at that. “You really are one of us.”
“I hate to think that the weird territory thing could’ve kept us from meeting,” you mused the alternate reality you didn’t want to live in. “I feel like I was meant to find you guys. You’re all so awesome.”
“Especially me, right?” JJ asked with a cheeky grin.
You rolled your eyes playfully.
“Yeah, especially you.”
“Even though I’m not some Kook?”
You looked at him after that comment, your eyebrows pinching together a little. He sounded like he was joking, but the look on his face held a level of curiosity.
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“JJ, I like that about you,” you reassured him, watching the smile return to his face. You remembered that you hadn’t exactly answered his question from before. “And even if I didn’t think I’d end up here, I’m glad I did.”
Your mind drifted back to when he’d been urging you to follow him out the window.
Baby.
“Same here,” JJ said happily.
You noticed him scoot closer to you, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Y’know, you called me “baby” earlier,” you finally said.
“I did, didn’t I?” JJ didn’t sound surprised, nor busted. Maybe it had slipped out before, but he meant it. “Is that okay?”
“More than okay.”
His flirtatious persona cracked for a moment and you saw anxiety being overpowered by relief.
JJ’s hand rose to your cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth against your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat as you each leaned into one another, guided by the moment. Your eyes slid shut as his lips pressed against yours.
All at once, everything clicked into place. JJ was the one you were waiting for, and the only one you wanted.
#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x you#obx#outer banks#asks#quin-ns writing#request
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Read two emotionally damaging and frustrating fics abt my fave bat boys and need a pick me up
Just like reader x rhys x azriel and some fluff and smut and whatever else you wanna do
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hey love💜 I needed a pick me up today too, this was therapeutic for me so I hope you enjoy too
Love Intertwined
poly! Azriel x Rhys x Reader
Warnings: smut below the cut, self-indulgent praise kink, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, p in sex, minors dni
Stumbling through the front door, you chucked your shoes to the corner with a thud. Tears threatened to fall, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you closed the door behind you, forehead leaning against the wood while you struggled to calm yourself.
It had been one of those days where it seemed that everything that could go wrong, did. All you wanted in this moment was a break, some time with your mates. With a deep sigh, you wiped the corners of your eyes and moved into your home in search of Rhys and Azriel.
The house was completely quiet, faelights dim as you peered around corner after corner. “Az? Rhys?” you called out, unease creeping through your bones as your calls went unanswered. Just as you were about to give up and tromp up to your bed, a shadow whipped out from under the kitchen door.
The wisp of darkness oscillated enthusiastically in front of you before twirling in your hair, the feeling tickling the back of your neck causing you to giggle. You watched the shadow pause in front of you once more before flying back under the door, a silent request for you to follow.
Cracking open the door to the kitchen, a pleasantly familiar aroma flooded your senses. Your heart tumbled in your chest as you looked up to see Rhys pulling plates and cutlery as Azriel pulled a dish from the oven. The shadow from a moment ago curled around Azriel’s ear, the shadowsinger’s head whipping in your direction in surprise.
Sensing the change in the energy of the room, Rhys lifted his own head, briefly glancing at Azriel before following his gaze to you. Violet eyes drank in your appearance, a playful smile pulling at Rhys’s lips as he set down the plates and moved towards you.
Warm hands found your waist, Rhys leaning down to kiss you in greeting. “We were hoping to surprise you,” he murmured, nosing at your neck as he breathed in your scent.
Already distracted from your previous thoughts, you managed to refocus your vision to see Rhys and Azriel both smirking at you in amusement. “I... I am surprised,” you breathed, eyes flicking to your favorite meal displayed out on the counter. With a hum and a kiss to your neck, Rhys moved away from you to take over plating the dishes.
Azriel let him, taking the opportunity to greet you himself as scarred hands slid up your waist, massaging the skin below your breasts. Shadows twined in your hair, tilting your head how Azriel liked as he leaned in to kiss you with fervor, tongue sliding between your lips as you gasped into his mouth.
Heady with desire, you barely heard Rhys clearing his throat before Azriel pulled away, tongue flicking the roof of your mouth as he did so. “Let’s eat dinner, my love,” Az murmured, taking your hand as he led you towards the table.
Rhys pulled out your chair, seating you between himself and Azriel as Az set your plate and wine in front of you. “Thank you both. You don’t know how much I needed this today,” you whispered, emotions flooding you as you took each of their hands in yours.
Azriel rubbed a thumb along the back of the hand he held as Rhys lifted the other to his lips. “We know, darling. We felt through the bond what a difficult day it was for you, so we have dinner... and more planned for afterwards,” he purred, playfully nipping at your knuckles before setting your hand down.
You enjoyed the rest of your dinner, savoring the quiet chit-chat and gentle touches with your loves. As dinner ended, you moved to clear the dishes when a wisp of black wrapped around your hand. Azriel slipped his hand under yours, taking the plates and standing up. Rhys pulled your chair out, his broad arms wrapping around your waist and legs as he picked you up bridal style.
With a giggle, you attempted a weak protest that your mate quelled with one look, violet eyes already dark with desire. You swallowed, your own arousal building as Rhys carried you away from Azriel, who was still scrubbing away at the dishes.
“He’ll join us shortly,” Rhys promised, pressing a kiss to your hair as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. With a flourish of his hand, the door opened to reveal candles and flower petals scattered throughout the space, your favorite music playing softly from a symphonia in the corner.
Rhys set you down gently on the bed, keeping a hand on your chest in silent request to stay still before he moved to the nightstand. Noticing a bottle of your lavender oil on the table, you arched a questioning brow at Rhys, who - with a dark chuckle and another flourish of his hand - vanished the clothes from your body.
You gasped at the cold air as you were exposed to the room. The sound of the door clicking open pulled you from the moment as you watched Azriel prowl into the room, a predatory gaze raking over your naked form as he shut the door behind him.
Azriel’s gaze flicked to Rhys, displeasure shining in his eyes as the shadowsinger took in the High Lord’s fully clothed form. “Strip,” he ordered, already unbuttoning his own shirt. The scent of arousal grew heavy in the room, both Rhys’s and your eyes darkening as you took in Azriel’s bare chest.
Rhys hurriedly pulled off the rest of his clothes, awaiting further instruction from Azriel as the spymaster finished undressing. You were struggling to stay still on the mattress, subtly rubbing your legs together as Az gave you a knowing smirk.
With a jerk of his chin, Azriel ordered Rhysand to the bed. “Sit behind her, her head on your stomach.” The both of you eagerly obeyed, getting into position as Azriel took the oil from the nightstand. “Hand,” he murmured to Rhys, the High Lord, quickly holding out an open palm for Azriel to pour the scented oil onto it.
Azriel poured more oil on his own hands, rubbing them together to warm the liquid as Rhysand did the same. They must have had a plan, because at Azriel’s subtle nod, they moved their hands to begin massaging you. Azriel started at your feet, working his way up your calves and thighs, while Rhys started with your neck and shoulders, working the tension from your arms and upper body.
Your breathing grew heavy as Rhys’s hands moved to your breasts, Azriel’s simultaneously working up your inner thighs. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips, a soft moan escaping as Rhys toyed with your sensitive nipples, rubbing circles and tugging.
Azriel pushed your legs apart, groaning at the sight of your soaked pussy as he pinned your hips to the mattress. Your back arched as he licked a stripe up your core, Rhys pinching your nipples in warning. You settled back into the mattress with a huff, both males chuckling at your impatience.
Without warning, Azriel dove in, his tongue thrusting into your core, nose bumping your clit as he worked you expertly. Rhys’s hands roved your body, fingertips gently grazing sensitive areas as Azriel moved to suck your clit. As Azriel flicked his tongue one last time, your high crashed into you, stars flecking your eyesight as you panted, head lolling back against Rhys.
You moved to sit up, but Rhys’s hands pushed you down against his lap as he and Azriel leaned towards each other. Azriel gripped Rhys’s hair, fingers threading through onyx locks as he kissed him with the same demand he had with you earlier. Rhys whimpered into the kiss, the sound making you feel weak.
The males pulled apart slightly, Rhys’s tongue flicking out to lick the remainder of your juices from Azriel’s chin. “Fuck, darling. You always taste incredible,” Rhys praised, looking down at you with a feline grin.
Azriel’s hands gripped your hips, hazel eyes alight as he watched your expression. “Would you like to taste Rhys now?” he cooed at you, a low groan escaping both of them as you nodded eagerly.
With no effort, Azriel flipped you over by your hips so that you were hovering over Rhys now, your ass in the air with Azriel kneeling behind you. Rhys shifted up onto his knees, Azriel’s hand at your back pushing you down towards your mate’s hard cock.
Scarred hands kneaded your ass, a light smack landing on the skin wringing a desperate mewl from you. “Can you be a good girl and take both of us?” Azriel murmured, a teasing finger sliding through your slit.
A pathetic moan left your lips as you nodded, struggling for words as your mouth watered at the sight of Rhys’s cock in front of you. “Yes, yes I can. I’ll be good,” you promised, looking to Rhys with doe eyes.
With a growl, one of Rhys’s hands gripped your chin, the other pumping his length as he brought it to your lips. You licked his slit, savoring the salty flavor of him before wrapping your mouth around the tip and sucking softly.
“Don’t tease,” Rhys ground out, his hands moving to thread through your hair. Without warning, you took him completely, bobbing rapidly up and down his length. “Fuck,” Rhys moaned loudly. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised through his own breathy moans.
You felt the head of Azriel’s cock sliding through your folds, his fingers gathering the wetness to spread over his length. Voice muffled by Rhys’s cock, you whined and wiggled your hips in an attempt to beg Azriel for more.
“Aw, there is our sweet girl,” Azriel cooed, landing another smack to your ass as he thrust fully inside of you. You screamed around Rhys’s length, the vibration causing him to buck his hips against you.
Eyes watering as you gagged around his cock, you allowed Azriel’s relentless pace against your pussy to drive your own around Rhys.
“Fuck, I’m close, Az,” Rhys murmured, his hands fumbling in attempt to slow your pace on his length. Azriel refused to let up, hitting you deep as you clawed at Rhys’s thighs. Familiar talons scraped against your mental walls, asking permission for you to let Rhys into your mind.
Numbly, you lowered them, and your orgasm hit you instantly at the sight Rhys showed you - scratch marks from your nails as you drooled around his cock, Azriel’s sweat-slicked hair, abdominals flexing as he pounded into you.
With a scream, your pussy clenched around Azriel as the three of you came simultaneously, Rhys’s release filling your mouth as Azriel’s filled your pussy. Swallowing, you licked up the bit of Rhys’s cum that had spilled from your lips as you collapsed against his chest.
Azriel gently pulled out of you, climbing off the bed for a moment before he returned with a damp cloth, cleaning you up and pressing a kiss to your temple. You heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, knowing Azriel must be starting a bath for you.
Rhys’s arms wrapped gently around you, your mate picking you up gently as he carried you to the bathroom. “Relax, darling. We’ll take care of you,” he murmured, joining Azriel in the bath as the two of them helped wash your hair.
By the time you finished in the bath, you were half-asleep, vaguely aware of Azriel wrapping you in a soft towel as he carried you to bed, where you slept peacefully in between your two mates.
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Yandere Kazuha Drabble
Warnings: Kidnapping (held hostage in your own home), drugging, somnophilia, noncon, implied virgin Kazuha and breeding kink
Notes: Been having some Kazuha on my feed lately and I had to write for him. Also, if you'd like me to add a "cut" let me know I'm kind lazy rn but if it bothers you don't be shy. :)!
Kazuha feels bad, you were so scared. His sword to your throat and his other hand twisting your arm behind your back. He couldn't help feeling a bit of guilt and pleasure from hearing your small whimpers and sniffles. When you met him he was so upset when you didn't say "your welcome" to his gratitude, you just nodded and practically ran away. So for the following weeks you'd occasionally "accidentally" run into him, but you'd stutter out an apology and huridly walk away before he could answer. He thought it was cute seeing you all flustered and shy.
He lead you back into your house and locked the door and he stared at your trembling form. Your hands wipe the tears from your face as you look at the floor, "P-please" you whisper out, "I-I don't have much-" but he walks forward making you gulp and stop midsentence. His hand cups your cheek and makes you look up, it was the boy from the docks, you avoid eye, "I don't want anything from you" he states wiping your tears away with his thumbs, "Just do as your told and you should be fine" your lips tremble as a sob builds up in your throat, it comes out a bit but your hands clasp over your mouth. You don't want to anger the man, "Hm" a satisfied hum as he let's you go and walks toward your kitchen.
He takes out herbs from his pockets and removes your kettle from its cabinet. You wanna question how he knows it's there but you don't wanna get in more trouble so you stand in the exact spot, frozen by fear. Kazuha starts a tea with the herbs and while he's bending down for cups you decide to run, your room wasn't far and though you're not one for risks- your life wa on the line anyways. As you make a right your left arm hits the wall and you resist the urge to stop. But you're barely half way down the hall when a gust of wind slams you into the wall at the end. You cry out in pain as your ears ring from the impact you have a cut on your forehead and when your hand comes up to press on the wound his foot steps on it pinning it down. It hurt like hell as you look up and fave your captor he seems upset but not in a, "How dare you" way but in a, "You give me no choice" kind of way.
The man slings you over his shoulder as you cry into in back he places you down on a chair in the dining area. A warm cup of tea is waitirfor you, "Drink." he demands pushing the cup closer. You're too busy wiping the tears off your face but he slams his first down on the table, which catches your attention, and though you're crying you nod and grab the warm cup.
You drink a few sips then put your cup down sniffling, "S-sir..." you pause before crying into your hands, "Don't hurt me, m'sorry. I don't know what I d-did wrong" you sounded so pitiful as he points to the cup, "Drink it. All. " he demands grabbing the cup and pushing it into your lips. Submissively you do so, it's hot and it burns your tongue and throat a bit but you tough it out and try to force yourself.
You don't remember anything after that, everything went black soon after you finished your cup. Kazuha however, remembers everything.
He picked you up and tossed you onto the bed and began hungrily taking your clothes off. He left hickeys on your neck and collarbones as his hands fondled your warm boobs. "Mmm, what a pretty girl" he whispers pulling at your soft nubs. His tongue licks between your breast and chills ran down your unconscious spine. You shift in your sleep as he flicks your nips. He watches your face in awe as it contorts when he sucks on your tit. A small moan leaves your lips and he almost looses it, he quickly unbuckled his pants and pushed you into a matingpress position. His spat on your already wet pussy hoping to help it lube things up. Kazuha tries to take it slow, but as soon as his tip enters your warm hole he whimpers and start pounding into you. The bed creaks with each thrust as labored breaths and huffs leave your mouths. A moan escapes him when your pussy clenches around his cock. He wonders if you could sense how good he's making you feel. "Aha~" you cry out and he realizes that nails are digging into the fat on your hips. But he doesn't stop, it turns him on and he picks up the pace, "It's ok sweetie- ah- almost there" he reassures your knocked out form. You cum on his cock and he's still chasing his climax as sweat drips down your faces and tears brim his eyes. A moan of relief leaves his mouth when he cums inside your cunt, he collapses onto your front side and looks at you for a bit, "I still have time" he mumbles wiping his tears of joy. "Gotta make sure you don't leave me" he flips your over onto your stomach and pounds your pussy from behind. He'll make sure you can't walk in the morning, and that his seed finds your sweet unfertilized eggs.
#tw yandere#tw kidnapping#yandere#tw noncon#genshin yandere#yandere genshin impact#genshin impact#yandere genshin x reader#yandere kazuha#yanderekaedahara#kazuha#drugging cw#interracial breeding#somno breeding
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Darling, You Killed Me
Relationship: rock god!Thor x college!male reader (eventual CEO!Carol Danvers x reader teased)
Words: ~4.6 k
Summary: Meeting your celebrity crush goes much better than you had planned.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, m receiving blowjob, protected anal sex, maybe unrealistic size kink, multiple orgasms, feminization, minor degradation), male reader, tall reader, athletic reader, age gap, meet cute, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: It’s pride y’all! This month I’m gonna be doing my best to celebrate all my fave queer couples and also introduce you guys to some new ones! And we are starting things out with perhaps the biggest bang possible by introducing you guys to rockstar Thor and all the goodness that comes with it.
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“”Wait, Yel!” You laughed a little louder than you normally would when the tiny blonde kept dragging you further forward through the crowd, still feeling a pleasant buzz from all the alcohol you had to drink before you arrived at the concert venue. “We’re missing Kate. And Wanda and Pietro.”
“They’re already at the front with Peter and Shawn.” Yelena squeezed your hand and grinned at you over her shoulder as she kept pulling you after her. “C’mon, spike. What good is having a giant for a friend if you don’t use your height to make people move out of my way?”
“Excuse me for being polite… sorry!” You shrugged uncomfortably when you bumped someone with your elbow, waving when you finally saw Kate bouncing on her toes with the rest of your group right by the stage. “Everyone is gonna hate me for blocking the view.”
“They’ll get over it.” She jumped to kiss you on the cheek then gave Kate a hug. “I’m so bummed Johnny couldn’t come but this is fucking amazing. Maybe we’ll get some spit on us.”
“You’re so weird.” Peter shook his head and beamed at Yelena as he leaned on Wanda’s shoulder. “But I’d let Fandral step on me, so what do I know?”
Everyone started to ramp up to debate who the hottest member of Aesir was, but then the stadium lights went down and the spotlights illuminated the stage and the crowd seemed to hold its breath.
Smoke filled the stage and a single, mournful note from a guitar wavered through the air at the same time the deep throb of a bass drum’s beat began and the crowd went fucking insane. Yel basically climbed you until her legs were wrapped around your waist and she was screaming in your ear when the shadows of five people appeared through the fog. Not that you minded, since you were whooping right along with her.
The guitar started to speed up and everyone got even louder when they recognized the opening notes of “Darling, You Killed Me.” Flashing lights lit up Sif first on the drums, a grin on her face as she spun her sticks through her fingers and winked at the crowd then started drilling out a heavy rhythm that you could feel in your chest. Next was Volstagg on bass, his thick red hair kept away from his face in a braid that swayed with his movements as he started plucking out a rhythm. Then came Hogun on keys, a soaring melody washing over everyone when he began to play. After Hogun, Fandral was illuminated, flicking a blonde curl out of his eyes with a toss of his head and beaming wickedly at the frenzied masses as he gave them a thoroughly dramatic strum of his guitar.
And then, finally, a trio of golden spotlights focused on the lonely mic in the middle of the stage and a sweet, low voice greeted the crowd as the god of a front runner for maybe the biggest band in the world was revealed to the crowd.
“Well, hello there New York. I’m Thor and this is Aesir. How are you all doing tonight?”
Judging from the absolutely wild and unhinged shrieks that filled the air, along with what you were pretty sure were several pairs of panties and a few bras, the answer to that question was insane and horny.
But who could blame them? Every single member of the band was like a god, mysterious and otherworldly and charming in all their leather and metal, with intricate braids in their hair and tattoos covering their skin. Just the chance to touch one of their boots had the throng of fans behind you pressing you into the stage until Yelena and Pietro gave them a pair of intimidating looks.
As gorgeous and unattainable as the rest of the band was, the main object of everyone’s attention and obsession was definitely the massive, built, gorgeous lead singer and guitarist, Thor. He was the only thing you could look at, that deep voice making you shiver and your dick get half hard every time his eyes seemed to focus on you.
Which was such a weird thought. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t see anything with all those lights on him. You were just way too drunk and maybe a little moony from being this close to your biggest celebrity crush.
All through the rest of the show you just kept watching him, smiling like a goddamn lunatic until your cheeks ached. It was probably… no, it was definitely the best night of your life, with all of your friends who seem to be just as giddy as you. You all were smiling and shouting nonsense at each other that none of you could hear over the music and the screaming crowd until the lingering notes of the last song died out and the arena lights came back up.
“Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit…” you were starting to freak out as you and your friends made your way backstage, squeezing Yel and Kates’ hands while they dragged you along and giving Shawn a nervous grin when the bodyguard unclipped the velvet rope and let your group past. “I’m gonna fucking throw up.”
“You’re not allowed to throw up unless it’s all over a rock god’s dick, spike.” Kate laughed when you spluttered as your face got unbearably warm. “Just enjoy yourself, make some memories to tide you over when you have to go back to writing your damn thesis on Monday.”
You shrugged uncomfortably but couldn’t say anything because all of a sudden they were there. More specifically, HE was there.
It felt like your tongue was too big for your mouth and your jaw was about to hit the floor as you just stood there dumbfounded while you watched the most famous people you’d ever seen in your life greet Yelena and ask about her sister like it was no big deal. You must’ve looked like a moron with your mouth hanging open, not even managing to get yourself even a little bit under control by the time Yel started to introduce everyone, you barely even registered it when she said your name.
“You’re lucky you even got to see him.” Yelena was still talking about you, but all you could focus on was the way Thor’s eyes were practically boring into yours before you dropped your gaze to the floor with a nervous titter. “Always so busy with grad school or volleyball practice, had to drag him here tonight.”
“Well we’re so happy you managed.” There was a very large hand pressed to the wall beside your face all of a sudden and it made your breath catch, just barely peeking through your lashes and trying not squeak when those same intense blue eyes were fixed on your face. “I would have been very disappointed if I hadn’t gotten to see your pretty friend, Belova. What do you want to drink, pretty boy?”
“Hmm?” Was he talking to you? Holy shit, he was… what was happening? “Um, beer is fine.”
“Beer it is.” Thor grabbed a newly filled cup out of Volstagg’s hand and ignored the bassist’s offended grunt as he handed it to you. “You’re quite tall.”
“Yeah…” you decided to stare at the bottom of your cup while you chugged its contents to try to settle your nerves, only vaguely aware of the conversation the rest of the group was having when Pietro let out a boisterous laugh.
“Did little Yelena tell you that I have always been particularly fond of tall boys?” The feeling of his fingers gripping your chin and tilting your face up until your eyes were level with his was making you practically vibrate.
“Nu-uh.” Words seemed to escape you at the moment when you saw his gaze drop to your mouth and licked his lips almost obscenely. You also may have dropped your cup.
“Well I do.” Oh shit, his thumb was tracing over your bottom lip and this could not be happening. “You wanna get out of here?”
“Yes! Yes he does!” Yelena and Kate almost tripped over each other when they rushed towards you and tried to shove you into your jacket before you could even think, beaming between you and the rockstar while your mouth worked silently and your eyes bugged out of your head. “Yes you do.”
All you could do was nod enthusiastically then almost swallow your tongue when Thor wrapped his massive arm around your shoulders and started guiding you towards the door, giving your friends a terrified look over your shoulder while they just gave you thumbs up then went back to talking to the rest of the band. Before you even knew what was happening you were outside waiting for the car to show up and looking at Thor with huge eyes as you struggled to come up with something to say.
You didn’t know what the fuck had come over you. You hadn’t even said a full sentence to the man and you were about to get into a towncar with him and let him fuck you… you didn’t even know where you were going. Oh, his home, he just told the driver to take him home, Jesus Christ. Good thing there was a minibar in the back, you needed something to settle yourself down so you could hopefully enjoy what was about to happen to you.
As soon as you had downed and tossed your second mini bottle of tequila his hand was loosely gripping your neck and he was pulling you towards him, his lips finding your ear and sucking on it while you just let out a truly pathetic sounding whimper as you gripped his shoulders. His breath was warm against your neck and the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat was insistent on your waist while he pressed your body against the passenger side door. He smelled like cigarette smoke and leather and clean sweat and you had never been more aroused in your entire life.
“You are so sweet for such a big boy.” He licked your jaw and purred when you flung one of your legs over his lap. “You ever sucked a god’s dick before, love?”
This was going to be the death of you. You were ready to sink to the floor right away and bury your face in his crotch while you humped his boot before choking on what you were sure was going to be the most magnificent cock you’d ever seen in your life. The opportunities for you to suck dick were few and far between. Every single date you had saw how big you were and just started calling you daddy and slobbering all over you. It wasn’t fair, you loved sucking cock.
Of course, if this was going to be your only chance to get in bed with a rock god, you were gonna make the absolute most of the opportunity.
“No.” You wound your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes as you gave a lewd roll of your hips, feeling flushed from the alcohol and especially bold when he growled at you. “And I’m not gonna tonight unless you ask me real nice.”
He froze, blinking slowly as he stared at you and making you feel slightly panicky when he still didn’t say anything while you chewed on your lip. And then he laughed, a beautiful, warm, booming laugh that made him toss his head back and pull you closer while he squeezed your waist. That thunderous sound made you feel so fucking giddy you almost giggled when you buried your face in his neck, at least until he gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so he could look you in the eyes.
“You sneaky little minx.” Thor grinned when you gasped as he smacked your ass, tutting when you tried to grind into his lap and pouted at him. “Made me think you were so sweet and shy and pliant. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” You groaned when he bit your bottom lip and squirmed when you felt more blood rush to your dick. “You have to be sweet first.”
“Do I now?” Thor grabbed your ass again and jiggled it, growling while he bit along your jaw and licked your throat. “I usually save that for after.”
“Hmm, well I want it now.” The limo came to a stop and you kissed the tip of his nose before climbing out, groaning when his massive hand wrapped around your throat from behind and hit your ear. “Just say please, and maybe I’ll let you feel how tight I am.”
“Brat.” He laughed and swatted your ass again, shoving you into the elevator and beaming at you as he ran a hand through his golden hair. “Alright… please get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like a good boy.”
His voice had somehow gotten even lower and it made you shiver. Without even bothering to check in there were cameras you sank to your knees right in front of him and rubbed your cheek over his incredible bulge that held the promise of something truly monstrous. You were already drooling, your own cock throbbing and leaking as you undid his jeans as you kept looking up into his eyes. It was short work, his zipper coming down in a flash and then your hand reaching in and wrapping around him and…
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Yep, monstrous. “Fuck me.”
“Later.” Thor growled and grabbed the base of the flan python he had been hiding, slapping it against your cheeks until you opened your mouth wide and let him slide between your lips. “I told you to suck like a good boy.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice, your tongue swirling around his velvety head while you hollowed your cheeks and used your hand to stroke his shaft. It was, without a doubt, the biggest dick you had ever had in your mouth. This was confirmed by the ache in your jaw and the way you gagged messily when he shoved his tip down your throat.
Thor hit the brake on the elevator so he could truly enjoy the sight of you on your knees, leaning on the wall and grinning down at you while you slobbered all over him. He groaned when you swallowed around him, reaching down with a deep chuckle and wrapping his hand around your throat so he could squeeze his cock even tighter. The feeling was absolute heaven, it was everything you needed. Your eyes fluttered closed when his hips met your face, your body going lax at the feeling of being used so thoroughly and completely.
“That’s fucking it.” Thor shoved you against the wall and braced his thick thighs on either side of your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair so he could keep you in place while he fucked your throat in deep, slow strokes. “Oh, you love this shit, don’t you? Mouth off like a fucking brat and then turn into a dumb little baby as soon as you have a dick in your mouth. Bet you wish you could get shut up with cock all the time, don’t you pretty boy?”
As much as you tried to nod, you could barely move your head, not with him holding you tight and his massive cock filling your throat. So you just whined around him, drool dripping down your chin in thin strings and staining your shirt. It was getting harder to breathe, both from the enormous blockage of your airway and from the heady pleasure of finally getting what you so desperately needed.
“Ah, stay with me!” You started when he smacked your face, your cheeks heating up when he laughed richly at your eyelashes fluttering as he started moving just a little bit faster. “You don’t get to pass out yet, love. Now, swallow.”
That was the only warning you had before he was swelling in your mouth and then exploding down your throat. You swallowed as fast as you could, gagging and slurping and moaning while you struggled to suck down every thick and sticky drop he was giving you. It was impossible, though, there was so much. Thor chuckled when it leaked out of your lips around the base of his cock, mixing with your drool in a creamy mess that dripped onto the floor when he started the lift again.
When the doors opened you only had a moment to appreciate the beautiful penthouse apartment before he was dragging you to your feet and kissing you all over again. Your limbs felt too long for this, gangly and awkward when he should just be scooping you up in his arms. But he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist and licking into your mouth while you whined with need.
“Please…” You whimpered when he shoved you into the bedroom and gave you a hickey on your jaw, licking your lips as his hands slipped under the edge of your shirt and touched your bare skin. “I want…”
“Begging like a little slut after giving me so much lip.” Thor nipped at your chin playfully before shoving you back, pushing his hair out of his eyes and strutting over to the bar cart on the other side of the room. “Now it’s your turn to be sweet. Strip for me.”
You opened your mouth to argue but something in the way he looked at you had you snapping your jaw closed again. He just shrugged when you narrowed your eyes, pouring himself a glass of vodka and looking at you expectantly while he leaned on the wall. If he wanted a show, you could give him a show.
Thor watched you pull your cum stained shirt over your head slowly, his eyes widening just slightly once your lean torso was revealed to him. It’s not like you didn’t know how you looked. You were an athlete, you spent a lot of time lifting weights and stretching and you were proud of your body. Especially now when the rock god of your dreams was watching you like he wanted to eat you. For just a second you thought about waiting to take off everything until he begged to see all of you, but you could still taste his cum at the back of your throat, and that blow job had gotten you all kinds of worked up.
Your cock smacked wetly against your abs when you’d removed your jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, kicking them away so you were standing there completely bare while his eyes drank you in. His teeth dragged over his bottom lip while you just teased the head of your cock with your fingertips, his throat working visibly when he swallowed another mouthful of vodka before he growled at you in a husky voice.
“There’s lube in the bedside table.” He started sipping his drink again when you opened the drawer and gasped at the toys that greeted you. “Ah, those are for later. Put that ass in the air and open yourself up for me.”
“Fine.” You poured a little when you got on all fours on the bed, resting your cheek against the cool comforter and spreading your legs so your rock god could see your tight little hole winking at him as you spread the firm cheeks of your ass. “But I don’t like a lot of prep.”
That made him growl, the noise sending a vibration through your body even from across the room as you smeared lube all over your fingers. When your first finger slipped inside of your tiny asshole you couldn’t help but whine, slowly swirling it around and plunging it in and out while you did your best to make slutty noises. You could tell they were working, could hear his breath getting faster and heavier as you stretched your hole. The second finger made you gasp, a shiver running up your spine as you scissored yourself open as you heard the sounds of Thor getting undressed behind you.
“That’s enough. God, you really are a dangerous little minx.” Thor smacked your ass once before pressing kisses along your spine, reaching to grab a condom and rolling it over his length while you panted underneath him. “Gonna turn you inside out, boy.”
“No… just a sec.” You sat up and shoved him back, giggling when he gave you a look full of indignation at you pushing him away. “I wanna ride that fucking monster. Lemme feel it in my throat, please.”
“Fuck… dangerous.” His grin was splitting his face in half when he flopped back on the bed, a rich laugh shaking his chest when you scrambled on top of him and straddled his waist. “You’re a fucking show off. Alright, lemme see you work that boy pussy, love.”
Him calling your asshole your pussy had you clenching so hard you were worried all your prep might have been in vain, not that that was going to stop you. You looked into his sharp blue eyes as you reached behind you to grip his thick cock, your entire body shivering when you lined him up and started to slowly sink down on him. Just the tip had you practically seeing stars, a choked off sob escaping from you without your permission as you circled your hips to get used to the stretch. An inch at a time, you made sure to keep breathing deeply, scowling at him when he slapped you and told you to hurry it the fuck up as he didn’t have all night with everything he wanted to do to you.
“Son of a… motherfucker.” You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when your ass finally nestled into the dip of his hips, your thighs trembling around his waist while he just looked up at yiu with a pleased smirk on his face.
“Look at you taking all of me, and with just two fingers’ prep.” Thor snapped his hips up and chuckled when you let out a gasp. “C’mon love, work that little cunt like the slut I know you are. You begged for this, now fucking take it.”
You might have called him an asshole, since he did give you ass a rather vicious slap, but you started moving. This… this was exactly what you wanted. He was hitting you right where you needed as you ride him, a sultry moan leaving your lips as you started to find a rhythm that made your eyes flutter. Before you knew it you were riding him in earnest, bouncing up and down on his cock wildly and tossing your head back so you could pant and whine as you braced your hands on his thighs. Your own cock was bouncing too, leaning pearly rivers of precum all over his abs that looked like they were sculpted from golden marble.
When his fist wrapped around your dick you screamed, shaking when your cum exploded out of you without warning and hit him in the face. You wanted to splutter out an apology but then he was sitting up and all you could do was squeal, gasping when he kissed you obscenely and made you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Messy fucking boy, knew you were a little slut.” You never thought you would love being called a whore and having your asshole called a pussy while you were full of dick, but here you were. Maybe it was because he had suck a warm smile on his face while he said everything. “We’re not even close to being done, love.”
“Yes… shit!” You cried out when his hands gripped your waist and he started moving you his own damn self, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and clenching your teeth as his cock completely rearranged your guts in the most delicious way. “Fuck my little pussy, make me fucking take it.”
“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” Thor sucked on your neck when you sobbed for him, groaning when he felt your dick getting hard as it rubbed against his stomach. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, may just have to keep you as my slutty little pet, would you like that?”
“Yeah… mmhm.” You hiccuped when he licked your throat, your breath getting punched out of your lungs each time his thighs smacked against the curve of your ass. “Wanna be fucked all the time.”
“Know you do, baby, I’d take such good care of you.” He slapped your ass and nipped at your collarbone. “Make you so fucking stupid, just my dumb little baby.”
He kept talking like that, driving your body up and down on his cock like it took no effort at all even as you were covered in sweat. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but pressure started building in your balls and in your core and as soon as he told you to come you were doing it with a bitten off yelp. Thor grinned when it happened, kissing you again and shoving his tongue down your throat while your brain went to some sweet, fluffy place that you found you enjoyed very much.
Then you were on your back, somehow. You didn’t totally remember how you got there but when you looked up your rock god was leaning over you and grunting while he slammed his cock into your sensitive little hole, and that was a sight and sound you found you enjoyed very much. It was disappointing that I find that you didn’t have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist like you wanted, but he didn’t seem to mind and you were still getting the life fucked out of you so it only bothered you for a minute.
“Greedy fucking boy, what’s that, three?” Thor chuckled when a thin drool of cum leaked from the tip of your cock when you came again unbidden, groaning when you squeezed him even tighter and made his eyes roll back. “Yeah, Jesus fuck you’re good. Such a pretty little slut. Fuck, I can’t wIt to fuck yiu raw? Bet you love being full of cum.” He barked out a laugh when you nodded eagerly. “Knew it. Bet you’ll let me take whatever I want whenever I want, pretty thing. Oh my fucking god, this little pussy is so fucking tight. Shit… ah, fuck!”
Thor leaned down and bit your neck when he throbbed inside you, grunting while his hips stuttered against your ass and he filled the condom. You couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure of having been used so thoroughly sending you to nirvana as you wailed and your poor cock twitched feebly against your abs while you blacked out. He kissed you when you just mumbled stupidly while your eyes rolled in your head, making sure he was very careful when he pulled out so he didn’t overwhelm you.
“That’s it, what a good boy.” Thor smiled when you purred in response and stretched your whole body, a look of absolute bliss on your face while you gave him a sloppy grin before he headed to the bathroom to fill the tub. “Oh yeah, think I’m definitely gonna have to keep you around. May even introduce you to Carol when she’s back in town.”
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synopsis: after a good drink and conversation, those mysterious and devilish eyes of kano's lead you to a good time in the woods...
pairing: kano (mk11) x fem reader
warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of alcohol, rough play, male dominance, oral (f receiving), and unprotected intercourse
word count: ~1,600
a/n: originally shared as "a kano quickie" on my primary blog.
It’s the weekend, which means the dive bar you like to hideout in is now packed and noisy with locals. It doesn’t bother you as you’re still able to order quickly and sit down at the bar with your fave beer, taking a few sips and savoring the flavor as you glance around the crowded bar. Your eyes almost immediately land on a tall man in a white tank that clings to his muscular body at the other end of the bar.
You’ve never seen him here before and surely you’d remember him with his right eye red and glowing like a laser beam behind the silver plate seemingly attached to his face. And what a face, you think to yourself. He’s strikingly handsome, even with the intimidating eyewear...
You can’t take your eyes off him, trying to yank your gaze away before he notices, but it’s too late. He catches you staring and shoots you a handsome smirk that makes you tremble a bit, but you smile back. That’s when he starts to weave between the crowd to get to you as you cradle your beer in your hands. He asks if you'd like another since he can tell you let it get warm, noting the lack of condensation on the bottle, but compliments your taste since he's holding the same beer in his hand. You take him up on his offer and he orders another round for you both.
You talk about other types of lagers you both like for a bit, but it's clear by the way his eyes are crawling along your body in your snug-fitting t-shirt and denim mini shorts that he's thirsty for more than beer. You think he’s one of the sexiest men you’ve ever laid eyes on, although you can tell he’s more brutish than the men you're used to, but you're feeling tipsy and flirty and his hand on the small of your back makes you want to feel his fingers between your thighs.
When he brings his lips close to your ear, his voice deep, husky, and coated in an Australian accent, and asks you if you want to ditch this place, you eagerly agree. He digs in his pocket and tosses a crinkled $50 bill on the bar before he guides you from the bar and outside, his hand slipping from your back to your ass as he gives it a firm, playful slap.
You think he's about to take you to his place where you'll have more privacy, but he leads you straight across the parking lot and into the woods. The glow from the bar and the moon above becomes just a slither of light between the trees as he pulls you by the hand into the woods before stopping in his tracks and yanking you towards him. He puts his mouth on yours, his kiss a little messy but sexy as he plays with your tongue and gropes your ass in his hands. You feel his dick growing hard as he presses it on you, and you have a feeling it's as big as he is.
He then pushes you up against the nearest tree trunk, his lips moving to your neck as he pries one hand off your ass to squeeze your breast and play with your nipple through your shirt before he snatches it and your bra down to expose your skin and put his mouth on it. You moan softly from his tongue flicking on your nipple, but it doesn't last long as he spins you around and positions you to bend over, making you use your hands to grip the tree bark for support. He runs his hands up your waist, massaging both your breasts from behind before he grabs your hips and tugs down your shorts, instructing you to step out of them.
He makes quick work of your panties, too, reaching down into his boot and pulling out a knife. You feel its cool blade on the skin of your hip as it slashes through the fabric. You're shocked and a little upset as you liked those panties, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He simply sinks to his knees, grabbing handfuls of your ass again and smothering his face in your pussy. You think he’s trying to make you feel better after ruining a pair of panties you liked, but you quickly realize he’s eating your pussy because it gets him off.
You hear him moan slightly against your pussy as his tongue spreads you open for him, slowly licking in between each fold and making you wetter and softer as he explores every inch of you. You moan back to him, louder when he flattens his tongue on your clit and laps at it. You turn back to look at him and see him enjoying himself so much that his cargo pants are bulging at the crotch, dick fully hard now. You can tell it must be needing attention as you watch him free it from straining against his zipper. He slowly tugs at it as he eats you out, the higher your moans become, the faster he strokes it until he's fully jerking his dick in hand, his pre-cum drooling from the tip and dribbling down his fingers, making it easier for him to pull his dick to the sounds of you cumming on his tongue.
He keeps licking you as you cum like he’s obsessed with the taste of you, and you have to beg him to stop as you're almost too sensitive to enjoy it. He doesn't listen as you tremble and squeal, only coming up for air when he's ready to slide his dick into you from behind. You feel him grab your waist before he does, and the surprise of feeling his warm, naked, thick dick nudging into your pussy makes you gasp then moan when you settle into the delicious way he feels inside you.
He is just as big as you thought he'd be and he has to take an extra few seconds to work his dick into you, slowly moving his hips back and forth to push it in inch by inch and make your pussy yield to him. You can't stop moaning, your pussy tender from your orgasm and now being stretched open by his massive dick. When he finally sinks it all the way in, he starts to fuck you like he's irritated that it took so long, holding you by the hip with one hand and grabbing a handful of your hair in the other to pull your head back a bit as he pumps with quick thrusts that make your ass jiggle against him and your breasts swing before they're shoved up against the tree bark, his strokes becoming deeper and harder.
He puts lips on your neck again as his dick pounds in your pussy and makes your knees weak, your moans echoing throughout the woods. You feel like he’s fucking you rougher than you're used to, the satisfying pain making you cry out to him as he pins you to the tree and drives his dick into you over and over. You would moan his name but you don't quite remember what it is. You hear him start to grunt and you're excited to feel him shoot his cum on your ass, but suddenly you feel its sticky warmth spurting in your pussy as he thrusts his pulsating dick as far inside you as it can go, his body shuddering slightly against you as he squeezes you in his hands, and his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he groans his pleasure.
You can't deny that it feels sexy, his dick twitching deep inside of you as he drains himself. You start to moan back, liking the feeling of his cum coating your pussy walls. When he finally pulls out, a quick jerk that leaves you feeling empty and missing his dick inside of you already, you can smell his cum as it starts to drip from your pussy hole that's been opened wide by his thick dick. He grabs your panties from the soil and attempts to clean up the mess he's made of your pussy by wiping at it with the tattered fabric, but you tell him to leave it, letting him know you appreciate the helpful idea but rather not rub dirt on your intimate area. He scoffs and uses it to quickly clean his dick before you both pull back on your pants. You can’t help but laugh at the brute as you both begin to walk back to the bar.
You expect him to join you inside for another beer as you could use the hydration, but he halts behind you, grabbing you by the arm and swinging you around to pull you back to him and kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips and it makes you horny all over again. You feel him grip your ass in hands, his fingers slipping inside your back pocket. You barely notice as his strong body on yours and his tongue in your mouth is making your pussy throb for him. But then he pulls away and tells you to have a nice night as he walks backwards a few feet to his motorcycle, climbs on, and revs up. You watch him zoom away into the distance, feeling blissfully turned out by this sexy, mysterious man who's name you're struggling to remember because you're tipsy.
You're disappointed because you're sure you'll never see him again as you're regular at this bar and he seemed to just be passing through. You chalk it up to a hot one night stand and shove your hands in your back pockets as you stroll back to the bar. You feel a piece of paper in the left one that wasn't there before and you fish it out to look at it. You see it's a ripped piece of napkin with the name “Kano” and a phone number scribbled on it. You imagine he wrote it earlier before he approached you, and planned to give it to you before you both stepped outside.
Either way, you stuff the napkin back in your pocket, already planning to give him a call tomorrow night...
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I need to write a proper comment on AO3 the moment I have time, but for now, I just really need to share that you write Jake so so wonderfully. His cockiness, his physicality, his inability to be serious, the way he's a bit of a himbo.
And my favourite Jake line in the whole amazing piece of part 2: “You–” Jake’s ears flick desperately, “You want a baby?”
He's SO lost, so confused, has no idea why his mate (she's OBVIOUSLY his mate, what else would she be???) is so upset, is trying so hard to fix it. I laughed out loud at this point, I love him so much.
Thank you so much for sharing it!
(also. You have to write whatever you want to write, share whatever you'd like to share, and I'm just so grateful for every word, and this is not meant as any sort of pressure or request or anything, just a compliment, because I need you to know that I would read absolutely anything else you gave us in this 'verse. I would so happily read another 100k of this, it's so good, I'm so obsessed.)
this is so SO kind oh my god 😭 like you have no idea, this actually means the world cause i was so nervous writing jake!
i had gotten quite a few asks asking if i'd ever write a jake fic, and i was super iffy about it cause i was nervous as hell about his characterisation lol, so it's such a relief that i came out well!
ALSO that baby line is one of my faves, it made me giggle when i wrote it! i love the idea of jake being so desperate to fix things that he's like "oh god she's upset. why is she upset? she wants a baby? goddamn i'll give her a baby, we can make that work right now-- oh goddamn now she's even angrier, what the fuck-"
himbo jake is my god i love him
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