The Reasons For My Mask Kink…there’s Probably More But It’s Late And I Don’t Remember Lmao

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You don’t understand

Pair: Joel Miller x F!reader

Warnings: angst,fluff, joel being a dick, female reader, y/n usage, child loss,cussing. Not much else

You meet Joel a couple years into the apocalypse and life since has been rocky. It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with Joel but you always felt like a burden to him. He rarely talks to you. It didn’t bother you that much. You just continued to follow. Two years after knowing Joel he finally told you about his daughter. You wanted to tell him you understood but he walked off not giving you a chance to tell him why you understood.

“Joel, Joel! Slow down!” You yell trying to catch up to his quick pace. Joel suddenly stops causing you to run right into his back. “. Sarah was all I had left. She died in my arms, they fucking shot her. They killed her and I couldn’t do anything besides watch her die. So no you don’t understand,you’ll never understand.” He sighs continuing to walk away from you before you could say anything.

~Few hours later~

You guys end up finding an empty cave to rest for the night. Setting your bag down you mumble a soft “I’ll take first shift” before walking away to the front of the cave. Joel watches you for a moment before turning over to his side and falling asleep.

After a couple hours of sleep Joel wakes up to see you standing in the same spot but a small blanket around you. He gets up and walks over to you and clears his throat letting you know he’s there. Turning around you look at him. “Ready to switch already?” Nodding he takes the rifle from your hands before asking the question you dreaded. “Whose blanket is that?”

Looking down at your son’s baby blanket you start to tear up. “ it’s my son’s blanket..” you reply looking up at him. “Where is he?” Joel couldn’t help but ask. He knew he shouldn’t have it’s not his business but his mouth was faster than his brain. “ It’s not like it matters right? I’ll never understand losing a child? Right Joel.” You sneer at him feeling angry that he even bright it up. “ I’m sorry I didn’t realize…I didn’t mean to-” “didn’t mean to what Joel. Come on spit it out.” You step closer to him feeling a bunch of anger hitting you all at once. “Fine you don’t want to say anything. I will. He was 5, I was with a small group that traveled around a lot. At first everything was fine except one day they decided to go through this building that they “checked”. You say in quotation marks tearing up while telling him. “ They didn’t check shit. We ran, but clickers where everywhere. One of them grabbed him from my arms. I couldn’t do anything. My group pulled me away but I fought them off until I got to my son. I ran with him in my arms. I knew he was bit but I didn’t let him go I couldn’t.” You paused looking up at him.

“He was only 5 Joel..I had to…I wouldn’t let anyone else do it..I killed him..I killed my son.” You finally finish before collapsing. You feel Joel wrap his arms around you. Catching you before you hit the ground. “ I’m sorry, im so sorry. I didn’t know.” Holding you tight he whispers apology after apology. After a few minutes he doesn’t hear anything from you, he looks down at your figure, realizing you finally fell asleep. Picking you up he brings you over to his makeshift bed and pulls the covers over you before leaning down and kissing your head.

Guilt… that’s all he feels. Why did he push it? He didn’t know what went on in your life. Why did he think it was okay. Fuck. He feels like a complete dick. Rubbing his hands down his face, he sighs looking at you sleeping so peacefully.

In that moment he knew that he wanted to be wherever you would be.

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What it’s like Dating Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha romanoff x reader

Warnings: implied smut,Angst,Fluff

It took a while for Nat to get close to you. The walls she had built around her needed to be broken down first.

She loves to be the big spoon, be the one to comfort you, she’ll run her finger up and down your hip in a soft motion.

Her love language is definitely Acts of service, she’ll buy you things,make you food if you come back from work later than her. She’ll do as much as she can with the free time she has.

She never realized until you how touched starved she was growing up. She’ll hold your hand or kiss your cheek in public but behind closed doors Physical touch is her second love language. Always needing a reason to touch you.

She definitely is the more dominant one in the relationship but she does have her moments,where she doesn’t want to think and just wants to let you do the thinking for her. During those times are usually the hardest for her.

Usually she likes surprising people with the multiple times she changes her hair, but now being with you, it’s always you cutting her hair dyeing it. Loving every bit of the closest and the trust she has for you. Plus it’s a great thing to grip😉

There are some rough patches in the relationship mostly because of her trauma but that doesn’t stop you from helping her the best you can even if it means starting her shower,putting her stuff away, or even just giving her some needed time alone.

Most likely you both have a ring hiding in your drawer not knowing that the other is also planning to propose.♥️

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apparitions.

premise: you don’t know how this came to be; steven fucking you in front of a mirror. your body and pleasure showcased to marc, to prove a point, to show him steven knows best.

pairing: steven grant x (f)reader

word count: 839

warnings: minors dni please, marc x reader are mentioned and alluded in here but not shown, unprotected sex, literally just smut, dom!steven, teasing, voyeurism in a sense.

etc: this is based on this and this ask, i kind of strayed from the initial idea since i plan on writing a version of this, but not quite the same, with marc and other oscar characters, but me writing steven as a dom? shocking i know lmao.

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“Does he do it better than me?” Steven hums, you’ve never heard his voice so deeply coated with jealousy and lust. The dynamic the three of you had was always so well laid out, who spent this time with you one day, or that time another day. Sometimes both of them at once. There had never been any fighting over you, over the moments shared with one of the other. It was an equal playing ground, you adored them both the same as they loved you the same.

Competition didn’t fit into the cracks of this unique relationship, and yet it was somehow showing it’s childish head right now.

Peering from around a corner with a sinister smirk as your palm dug into the edge of the mirror, Steven’s hand moving between your thighs as the pad of his finger rubbed circles against your clit; heavy pants mixed with moans spilling from your mouth, Steven’s dirty words making you clench around his thickness as it fucked up into you.

Your lids feel heavy, the exhaustion of being toyed with and fucked for what feels like hours—all in the means of proving a point—seeping into you bone deep. Steven’s other arm having to hold up your waist to prevent you from falling forward; and just letting him use you.

His reflection shows blown out pupils tainted with determination of sexual prowess. Sometimes a smirk will cross his lips and you know Marc must have said something, must be toying with him—with both of you.

“Tell me, love.” Steven grunts against your ear, “can he fuck you this good? You’re so wet for me, grippin’ me so tight.”

You don’t know how, or why, this came to be; Steven fucking you in front of a mirror. Your entire naked body on display in front of it as he pounds into you, your chest heaving, a sheen of sweat coating your breasts and abdomen as he makes you come for the third time tonight. Part of you wants to feel annoyance or some kind of begrudging feeling at both men using you as some dick swinging contest, but it’s hard to do when Steven feels so good inside of you. When each thrust of his hips hitting your ass coats his filthy words to you—and Marc—so ridiculously obscene, how you can hear the wet noises of his cock merge with your pitiful moans as he uses you, plays with you, toys with you; it’s hard to feel anything other than this, to think about anything other than Steven.

Marc being an afterthought. Only remembered when Steven prompts you again: “thinks he knows your body, how to please you, you were mine first, he wouldn’t know how to touch you if it wasn’t for me. gotta show him how to fuck you right.”

“Steven,” you moan, body leaning back into his until he makes a disapproving sound and is straightening you back up.

“Don’t move, love. Marc needs to see you, needs to watch my fingers play with this perfect pussy of yours. How else will he learn?” You catch a glimpse of Steven’s smirk—at Marc—before your eyes are shutting in ecstasy, the building pleasure of the fingers against your clit, the cock inside of you, and how filthy and needy you must look like right now to Marc all bringing you closer and closer to coming again.

Both boys had a way of mixing pleasure and torture so good that you felt devilish with how bad you wanted them both. How bad you wanted to be face down and ass up for Marc, or spread out atop Steven’s desk for him. Steven had you first but now you belonged to both of them. You were addicted to both of them. Loved fucking both of them. Your mind can’t wrap itself around choosing which one fucks better, which one makes you come harder. They both leave you breathless and throbbing to the point of exhaustion.

But you will gladly let them use you for these silly little games again. Will happily let Steven showcase you in front of a mirror for Marc’s eyes, for him to be envious of; the image of how deeply torn with sexual desire and need he must look like right now makes a shuttering gasp catch in your lungs.

“Tell him how good it feels, tell him you’re mine.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, his eyes shifting from yours to the other side of the mirror. Steven’s saying something but it’s not to you, it’s cocky and sneering and clipped at the end with a deep groan as your cunt clenches harder around him.

“I’m–fuck,” you’re almost there, so close. You can barely keep your neck upright, your eyes barely open.

His lips are pressed to your ear, his pants sending shivers down your spine, “it’s killing him not being able to touch you.” Steven’s fingers pick up speed on your clit, his cock following suit. “Come on my cock love, give Marc a show, yeah?”

Domestic Bliss

Poly!141 x wife!reader

Requested by: @supernaturalstilinski

You’re boys were a team. A well oiled machine, knowing each other’s strengths and weaknesses. They all fit together so seamlessly, having the ability to pick each other up before the other realizes they need it. Before you, they had a system that seemed to thrive from chaos and confusion. When you first met the group, you were hesitant. Mainly because of the four giants who all professed their love for you and each other. There was another reason you were so hesitant to join the group; deep down you feared that you didn’t fit in. That your presence only hindered the boys, but they saw something that you didn’t. You made their chaos make sense.

You guys had a routine. Each time the boys had to go on a mission, you would pamper each man in a special way that was dedicated to just them. You would start the routine a week before the mission so you had enough time to make sure that each boy felt loved.

For John, you would go on hikes each morning before the mission. You two would wake up earlier than the others and spend the entire morning wrapped up in each other. You two would make coffee before heading to the car and driving to your favorite park. You would walk around in the peaceful forest together and just soak in each other's presence.

For Kyle, you two would sit together and water horror movies. Something about the fact that you cling to him that brings hm comfort, it helps him get into the right head space. It helps him come home to you safely. You two would go to the guest room with big bowls of popcorn and giggling to each other as you pick the next movie on the list.

For Johnny, you two would get together a couple days before they left for the mission and you would trim his Mohawk. He always claimed that you did it the best, not letting anyone else touch his hair with a pair of scissors, even the other boys in your group. Johnny would melt into your soft touch as you gently passed over the sides of his head with the razor. The gentle vibrations soothing him so he could finally concentrate on his thoughts.

For Simon, his time with you doesn't start until right before they have to leave. He stands in the bathroom, hands placed firmly on your hips to keep you in place. You sat on top of the bathroom counter, his black makeup in your hands as you slowly massage the paint into his skin with a brush. His eyes were closed as you worked, a hand on the side of his head. You hum children’s lullabies to him to help the chatter in his brain, so that you know he will be safe.

Everyone knows the routine, never interrupting each other’s time. The entire group needed it as much as you needed it. It helped you to know that just in case this was the last time, they felt loved.

im thinking.,.,.

thinking VERY hard

Spider-man and the Moon Knight system, aka the poly ship we never knew we needed

PEDRO PASCAL for Entertainment Weekly || December 2020