[jennykins]

hii!! could you write a johnny cade x reader fic? i read your ponyboy walk to school one and i loved it!! tyy!

heyyyy so i’m totally up for writing a johnny fic and i’ll do it asap sorry for not replying! this account isn’t working for me so ill write on this other account now and ill post it there!

strawberryshortcake6767

[touchlinewhore]

can you write a jude fic where his brother catches you and you get all embarrassed because you see him as a little brother?💙 love your work btw

OMG, Get a Room!

a/n: thank you for ur support anon!! missing newjeans sigh…

You didn’t mean to get this far.

You swore you’d just kiss a little, just a few soft kisses on Jude’s bed while his brother watched TV downstairs. But then he leaned in with that look in his eyes the one that promised you weren’t leaving his room without legs shaking. and suddenly, you were underneath him, breathless, hoodie pushed up, bare thighs wrapped around his waist.

“Jude,” you breathed, hands in his curls, tugging gently.

“Mm?” he hummed against your neck, voice low, teasing. His mouth moved dangerously lower, teeth scraping your collarbone. “You gonna tell me to stop?”

You opened your mouth to say yes, you really did but then his hand slid down between your legs, two fingers slipping under your panties with practiced ease, and all that came out was a whimper.

“Didn’t think so,” he smirked.

His fingers were already teasing you, drawing slow, deliberate circles that made your hips jump. You hid your face in his shoulder, clutching his shirt like it would anchor you.

“We can’t, Jobe’s downstairs,” you whispered, heat flooding your cheeks.

“He won’t come up.” Jude kissed along your jaw, licking into your mouth like he wasn’t about to finger you stupid. “Told him I was taking a nap.”

“Y-You didn’t lock the—”

Too late. His mouth was there, lips hot and open against your skin, and his fingers slipped inside. You gasped, legs tightening around his waist.

“Fuck, you’re wet already?” Jude groaned against your chest, grinning like he won a prize. “Knew you were needy today.”

“I hate you,” you whimpered, clinging to his shoulders.

“You love me,” he corrected cockily, curling his fingers just right. “And you love when I do this-”

Your back arched sharply, a strangled moan escaping your lips. “Jude—”

He chuckled darkly and ducked down further, mouth hot and dangerous, heading south. When he kissed the inside of your thigh, you knew you were done for.

“Wanna taste you, baby,” he said, voice dripping filth. “Been thinking about this since you sent me that pic this morning.”

“You’re a pervert” you panted, eyes fluttering.

Jude didn’t even respond. He just shoved your hoodie higher, dragging your panties to the side, and licked a slow, obscene stripe over your soaked

SLAM.

The door burst open.

“YO, JUDE, DO YOU WANNA—”

“OH MY GOD.”

You screamed, yanking the covers over yourself in a blind panic. Jude froze, literally between your legs, and then of course, he looked over his shoulder, unfazed, and said:

“What you saying, Jobe.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Jobe backed out so fast he hit the wall. “OMDS. OMDS. I’M GONNA BE SICK. BRO—YOU’RE—YOU’RE EATING HER OUT?!”

You made a sound that could only be described as a dying animal. “Jude!Jude, oh my god—”

You buried yourself under the blanket, heart pounding, face redder than you thought humanly possible. Jude didn’t even try to help. he just laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he wasn’t just caught mid-meal.

“Should’ve knocked, mate.”

“NAH. NAHHH. YOU SAID YOU WERE NAPPING. YOU SAID YOU WERE TIRED,” Jobe shrieked from the hallway, pacing like he witnessed a murder.

Jude looked smug. “Guess I got a second wind.”

“YOU’RE SICK. I NEED TO WASH MY EYES OUT WITH BLEACH.”

You yanked Jude down into the blanket with you, mortified beyond belief. “I’m never coming over again,” you whispered, voice shaking.

Jobe yelled again from the hallway, “AND I LIKED HER! I SAW HER LIKE A SISTER, BRO. A SISTER!”

You whimpered. “He’s never going to look at me the same.”

Jude shrugged like he didn’t just destroy every shred of dignity you had. “Eh. He’ll get over it.”

You smacked his chest. “This is your fault!”

“How? You were the one moaning my name.”

“Jude!”

“What? I take pride in my work.” He leaned closer, mouth brushing your ear. “Besides, you taste too good for me to care.”

You groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “You’re the worst human alive.”

“I know,” he said smugly. “And yet you’re soaking my sheets right now.”

From the hallway, Jobe shouted, “I’M BURNING THAT BED. YOU GUYS ARE SICK!”

You couldn’t help it, you started laughing into the pillow, even though you were still dying inside. Jude joined in, dropping soft kisses on your shoulder.

“I’m gonna tease you about this forever,” he whispered.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

And you did. Even if he was the cockiest boyfriend on Earth. Even if his brother just saw way too much. Even if your pride was shattered into a million tiny pieces.

From the hallway: “I’M TEXTING MUM.”

You bolted upright. “NO HE’S NOT.”

Jude just snorted. “Relax. She already knows I’m good with my tongue.”

You shoved him so hard he nearly fell off the bed.

You didn’t speak for a full ten minutes.

Not out of choice. You were too busy hiding under Jude’s duvet, curled up in a ball of emotional destruction while your boyfriend texted his brother:

Jobe: i hope the sheets rot

Jobe: you’re disgusting

Jobe: AND I SAW HER BOOB

Jobe: i’m calling childline

Jude’s reply?

Jude: she’s legal and fine af. cry harder.

You screamed into the pillow.

“Why are you like this?!” you groaned, shoving your face deeper under the covers. “You’re enjoying this.”

He laughed, dropping his phone. “I mean, a little.”

You slapped his chest. “You’re evil.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“You were going down on me! While the door was UNLOCKED!”

He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “And you were loving every second.”

You shoved him again, and he just grinned like the menace he was.

Eventually, you forced yourself to get up mostly because Jobe kept stomping around downstairs very loudly, muttering things like “my eyes” and “I can never sit on that bed again.”

Jude offered you a hoodie to walk downstairs in, but the moment you reached the kitchen, it was game over.

Jobe looked up from the cereal box he was angrily shoving cereal into, eyes wide with disgust. “Oh. My. Days. She’s alive.”

You froze mid-step.

“Don’t,” you whispered, already blushing.

Jobe stood up dramatically. “Nah, because I actually LIKED you. I actually respected you.”

“I’m so sorry—”

“YOU MOANED HIS NAME. WITH FEELING.”

You covered your face with both hands. “I’m gonna pass out.”

“Bro, I walked in and his face was buried—” Jobe made a wild gesture that made you squeal in horror.

“STOP!” you begged. “I can never come back here again. I’m moving to France.”

“Take Jude with you so I can heal.”

Jude strolled in behind you, absolutely beaming, arms wrapped around your waist like he wasn’t public enemy number one.

“You good now, little bro?”

“No! I’m traumatised!”

“You’re welcome,” Jude smirked, dropping a kiss to your cheek like it was nothing.

You elbowed him hard. “You’re such a bastard.”

“He’s your idiot,” Jobe snapped.

You wanted the earth to open and swallow you.

Jobe wasn’t done. “She was like a sister to me. A sister, Jude. And you were—” He pointed accusingly. “Wrist-deep!”

“Jobe!” you gasped.

Jude lost it. “ ‘Wrist-deep’ is CRAZY.”

“I HATE IT HERE,” you sobbed into your hands.

“Tell her to stop being shy,” Jude laughed, pulling you into him. “You think she was shy about it ten minutes ago?”

You shrieked and smacked him again. “Stop talking!”

“I’m just saying—”

“Shut up before I actually break up with you.”

He raised his brows and leaned into your ear. “You won’t. You’d miss me too much. And my mouth.”

You pushed him away and bolted for the bathroom, yelling, “I HATE YOU,” while Jobe shouted after you:

“AND STAY OUT OF MY ROOM TOO! I DON’T TRUST YOU TWO ANYMORE!”

⸻

Later that evening, after Jobe left the house in dramatic fashion (“I’m going to therapy. Don’t wait up.”), you flopped back onto Jude’s bed, drained from the embarrassment.

Jude just crawled in beside you, stretching like a smug cat.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, brushing your hair back.

“No.”

He kissed your temple. “Still cute when you’re flustered.”

You groaned.

“But also,” he said, crawling between your thighs again, “you never finished earlier…”

Your eyes went wide. “We are NOT—”

“Relax. I locked the door this time.” He winked.

“You said that last time!”

He shrugged. “Didn’t stop you from letting me in your panties.”

You threw a pillow at him.

He just laughed and pulled you under the covers again.

masterlist

[sundrop-writes]

Trouble Is...

Thomas (The Maze Runner) x Fem!Reader

All that I know is I just can’t say ‘no’ to you,

Funny how things never change.

All that I wanted was just to get over you.

Trouble is - I can’t find a way.

You’re part of me.

Trouble Is - you’re part of me.

Summary:

Now out of The Maze, everyone is enjoying their newfound sense of safety. Everyone except for Thomas.

He can’t enjoy the soft beds or the clean clothes or the food, because he’s too worried about you. You’re quarantined off somewhere else (presumably with other girls), and he hasn't seen you in days.

When he finally sees you, he’s too thankful to question why the two of you are put in a room alone together. Too thankful to question the mysterious smoke that’s pumped into the room. Too thankful to question why the door is locked.

Thomas (TMR) x Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sex Pollen. Set during The Scorch Trials. 

Word Count: 7,900

The Maze Runner Masterlist | AO3 Link

Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: general warning that any and all TMR fics I write will be based on the movies and not the books, so any lore inaccuracies can be blamed on that; also this is a YA series, but DoB was in his 20s when he played Thomas, so for our purpose, these characters are aged up to at least 19 or 20; often sex pollen comes with a dubcon warning, but I’m not sure that applies here - these characters have a great deal of pre-existing affection for each other (I might even go so far as to say that they are in love), and they would have intensely enthusiastic consent, even without chemical enhancement; the reader does have some mental hesitation when she feels the pollen taking effect, but it’s not because she doesn’t want to have sex with Thomas, it’s because of PTSD from WCKD and feeling suspicious towards them (and when Thomas assures her that he will ‘take care of her’, she enthusiastically consents to having sex); warnings for unethical science because our characters do not know that they are part of a science experiment and have not consented to have these chemicals used on them (but that is just the canon of WCKD); the reader character has a vagina and uses she/her pronouns; this fic DOES USE Y/N; this fic uses the beautiful age old trope that the reader character was the only girl in The Maze; mentions of the mental and emotional effects of isolation - the reader has been isolated from everyone else since leaving The Maze and Thomas is the first of her friends that she sees in days; this is mostly just smut with very little plot; because of the canon, both characters have had their memories erased and theoretically might be virgins or might not be virgins (yes, in the book, they were put into the Maze as ‘children’, but as I said, for my purposes, everyone is aged up) - so I am not explicitly stating if this is their first sexual experience or not, but this is their first sexual experience as a couple/first sexual experience with each other; as mentioned before, the main point of this is sex pollen - in the form of a mysterious sci-fi chemical compound that is injected into a locked room by WCKD as a part of a random experiment; scent kink - Thomas loves the way Reader smells (and has since long before being dosed with sex pollen); orgasm from clit stimulation through clothing; oral sex - reader receiving; hair pulling - Thomas receiving; unprotected penis in vagina sex; there is NO breeding kink here (the characters aren’t motivated or turned on by the idea of having a baby); there is creampie kink - Thomas does not pull out, and the characters are turned on by the idea of him cumming inside of her; Thomas is very possessive in this fic (but it’s almost unconscious, as a need to keep the reader safe, not in a jealous or romantic way); cockwarming - they fall sleeping while Thomas’s cock is still inside of the reader; the ending is slightly bittersweet (it’s implied that the reader is kidnapped/hurt by WCKD, but not explicitly stated). I believe that’s all for this short fic.

A/N: I am genuinely surprised that it took me this long to write and post a sex pollen fic, because it's absolutely one of my favourite tropes ever to read. WCKD is such a perfect backdrop for a sex pollen fic - shady unethical company that does weird science experiments - it's just too fitting. I have a few more sex pollen fics in my drafts that are yet to be finished, but I can definitely see myself writing a lot more of this trope because it was so much damn fun lmao. I will squeeze it into any fic universe that I possibly can. I love tropes that make things hornier than they should be - sex pollen, fuck or die, hate sex. All of it. Anyway - I hope you enjoy the fic, especially those of you who have been waiting for this fic in particular!!

...

Thomas was going insane. 

At least - that’s what it felt like. Sure, escaping The Maze had been a victory. Being rescued by the military and being taken to a (supposedly) safe place was, for all intents and purposes - a victory. 

But there was one detail that Thomas was hung up on that nobody else seemed to care about. While everybody else seemed content to go about their ‘new’ everyday lives - sleeping in the dorms, eating in the cafeteria, going through the barrage of medical tests without question - you were missing. And apparently, Thomas was the only one who seemed to care. 

Perhaps that was an exaggeration, seeing as the other boys from the Glade had known you longer, and they were likely worried about you silently because you were a dear friend to them. But it certainly felt like Thomas was the only one who was anxiously awaiting your return. 

When Thomas had come out of the Box, terrified, clueless, panicked - you had been the first person to be truly kind to him, rather than laughing at his blundering confusion. Every single time there had been an argument, you had stepped between him and Gally, making yourself known as a calm, motherly force that the other boys listened to - more out of habit than fear. 

You were a kind leader in the Glade that everyone respected, because you had earned their respect. Not because you bullied them into following you or even because you wielded some kind of natural seniority over them like Alby had. You were kind and sweet, and all the boys responded to that. 

Thomas had been surprised to learn that you had been one of the first people ever to come out of the Box. The second ever, according to Alby. You had such a strong, long-standing friendship with Alby, such a close bond with him. When Thomas saw the tears that streaked your face when you thought that Minho and Alby weren’t going to make it back before the doors closed was likely the number one thing that motivated Thomas to go dashing inside. He had wanted to rescue your closest friend for you. Some signal, some blaring siren inside him that screamed that he would do anything for you, that he needed to protect you. 

It was the same thing that caused him to hold you tight when you saw Alby slowly dying from the poison of the Griever’s sting, letting you cry on his shoulder. The same thing that drove him back into The Maze, looking for a way out. A deep longing to escape, to find a better home for you. 

And now, he was going more insane with each passing minute that you weren’t in front of his eyes. He was being driven out of his mind with each moment that your hand wasn’t grasped tightly within his own. Each moment that he couldn’t see you, feel you, hear your voice and know for certain that you were okay - it was slowly driving him mad. 

When the group had first arrived at this facility, this supposedly safe place - you had been ushered away from the rest of the group, viciously torn out of Thomas’s arms. His grasp on your hand the whole time had been bordering on melting his flesh into your own, and he was surprised when you had been the one to relax your hand out of that grip and give him that same soothing voice you did when he got into fights with Gally - telling him that it would be okay, that you would ‘catch up with them’ later. 

Thomas had wanted to kick and scream - he had wanted to yell, complain, protest about you being separated from everyone. He wanted to put up a fight about you being separated from him. But Minho clamped a hand on his shoulder and advised him to ‘shut the hell up’, clearly not wanting to upset the fragile peace they had established. Not wanting to disrupt the safety they had so freshly claimed. 

So Thomas kept his mouth shut - for now. It was for the greater good of the group. Everyone was bathed, clothed, fed, sleeping in warm beds. But he couldn’t help but to feel strange that he was the only one worried about you when they hadn’t seen you in days now. 

Minho simply assumed that girls weren’t allowed to co-mingle with guys in this new facility - and maybe he was right about that. But something about the whole thing just felt off to Thomas. It kept him on edge and kept him from sleeping more than an hour or so most nights while the other boys slumbered peacefully around him. 

On this particular day, Thomas was in the middle of picking at his meal, scoping out the area, theorizing if he could sneak past the guards somehow. If he could get past them, he could venture down any number of the hallways that they hadn’t been to before in order to look for you. He had all this romping through his mind at a break-rate pace when someone came up behind him - tapping on his shoulder and breaking him from these thoughts in a way that utterly startled him. 

Thomas whipped his head around to find one of those anonymous masked soldiers standing behind him. 

“Thomas?” 

He nodded in response.  

“Come with me.” 

Thomas wanted to question it, and when he looked back across the table, he saw Minho, Newt, and Fry looking at him with concern - but he gave them a gentle nod and rose from his seat to follow the man. Something in his gut told him that this might finally lead him to you - that his patience would finally pay off. And he wouldn’t risk that by throwing an emotional fit now. 

He followed the man through a door he had never been allowed to touch before, down a long hallway, through another set of doors, and down several more long hallways - Thomas memorized the twists and turns as he had done with The Maze. First left, then right, then another left. It felt like they had been walking for too long, and Thomas had to wonder just how large this building was. 

Just as Thomas was starting to feel truly on edge, the man came to a stop in front of a seemingly random door - one with a number on it. 708. He reached out, turned the handle, and opened the door. Then he nodded toward it. 

“In.” He said, giving Thomas a simple, brute instruction to get inside. 

Thomas was anxious and hesitant, but he pushed back those feelings - and he ended up being so glad that he did. 

When he stepped inside, he was overjoyed to see you. 

You were sitting on the edge of the bed (it was a room that, upon closer inspection was more like a one room prison cell - with a single bed, a single a toilet in the corner, and a small metal desk with a chair in the other corner) - you looked up when you saw movement in the doorway, having no clue what was coming next. 

Your entire face lit up with intense joy when you saw Thomas. 

“Thomas!” You cried out his name with intense relief, emotional tears quickly springing up in the corners of your eyes as you jumped off the bed and rushed to greet him.

“Y/N,” He breathed out your name like a prayer, his arms opening wide for you as they had been many times before. 

You were quick to fall into the hug, tightly wrapping your arms around his strong torso, not wanting to let him go anytime soon. You had just been escorted back from your daily shower and your fresh clothes were still clinging to you with wetness, but he definitely didn’t mind the feeling of your damp skin under his hands. He didn’t care if you were getting his clothes wet because it was you. 

It only truly hit you now how utterly terrifying the past few days had been. Going from your home in the Glade to such a strange new place, being ripped away from everything you had ever known. Alby’s death, Chuck’s death, Gally’s death - your friends dropping like flies. Being brought here and being ripped away from the safety of your friends, ripped away from the last people you knew and being completely isolated from them, not knowing when you would get to see them again. 

Thomas’s tight hold around you - the familiarity of his body surrounding you, making you feel safe, it was something that made you realize how truly alone and scared you had been over the past few days. It made you realize that you had been swallowing down all of your emotions in an effort to protect yourself. It made you realize how much you truly cherished his hugs. How much you truly cherished him. 

“I was so worried about you.” Thomas breathed out, clearly making a heaving effort not to cry himself. 

You let out a gentle sob into his chest and he rubbed your back, trying his best to comfort you. 

“It’s okay.” He assured you. “It’s okay - I’m here now. I’ve got you. I’m not gonna let you go ever again. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, Y/N - I swear.” 

Unconsciously, he was promising these things more to himself. He felt like a failure for letting you out of his sight in the first place. He had no clue what they had done to you that had made you so upset, and he cursed himself for not being with you in order to protect you from it. Even though he didn’t know what ‘it’ was, it was stupid for letting anything bad happen to you. 

If either of you had been paying more attention, less caught up in the heightened emotions of the reunion, then you would have noticed the door sealing shut behind Thomas. You would have noticed the heavy ‘click’ of the lock as both of you became trapped there. But you had each other back now, and you couldn’t exactly care where you were in those moments - as long as you were in each others’ arms. 

“What happened?” Thomas demanded sharply, pulling away from the hug slightly in order to put a hand on your chin, forcing your tear-streaked gaze toward his, hoping to get the truth out of you. “What did they do? What did they do to you?” 

His energy increased in franticness the longer he went without an answer, staring at the sadness in your eyes with a knot forming in his stomach. 

“Nothing.” You quickly replied, feeling as though this was the truth. 

They hadn’t done anything to you. At least not anything that was outwardly malicious. 

They had let you shower, given you fresh clothes, fed you three healthy meals a day. And other than the medical appointments that you didn’t fully understand the point of (some of which were slightly more invasive than you would have liked), none of it was dangerous or painful. You had simply been kept in this room the whole time. You had been scared from being under-informed and lonely from not being allowed to see your friends. 

But none of that seemed like a crime. Especially compared to the treacherous deadly Grievers in The Maze. 

“Please don’t lie to me.” Thomas said quietly, his throat choked off by the intensity of the emotions - the grief he felt for your sadness, the anger he was holding back toward whoever had hurt you. (And towards himself for not better protecting you.) 

“Look, it’s nothing.” 

You assured him, reaching up and grabbing his hand, soothingly petting your fingers over his knuckles in a gesture almost too affectionate for someone you called ‘friend’. 

“Just - I was lonely. And I was scared because they wouldn’t let me see you. I was probably stuck in here, feeling all the same things you felt-” 

Thomas cut off your words by pulling you back into another crushing hug, which you eagerly leaned into, cuddling your cheek into his chest, enjoying the warmth and the safety you felt from having his arms around you again. 

“Yeah.” He easily agreed to this sentiment. And then he wondered: “Where have you been the whole time?” 

“Just here.” You told him honestly. 

You didn’t feel the need to tell him about the doctor’s appointments - even the unpleasant ones. Especially because you assumed that he and the other boys had been through the same, likely with a different doctor. 

This caused another knot in Thomas’s gut. They had been keeping you in the same tiny room, not letting you see any other people? So - Minho’s theory about you being off in some other dorm making friends with a bunch of girls had been completely wrong. 

It wasn’t outright cruel, but it made alarms go off in Thomas’s head. It made his protective instincts toward you act up again. 

“I won’t let that happen to you again.” Thomas said firmly, trying his best to be assuring, even though he knew that he had no real authority over the decision. 

He cradled your head soothingly, petting a hand over your hair in a sweet, protective way. 

“Thomas-” 

You were about to remind him of the fact that he held no power over this when a very strange sound caused your voice to shrink back into your throat as you became distracted. 

You and Thomas both became drawn to the sound, both of your heads whipping up to look at it. Immediately, you saw that some of the tiles lining the ceiling had shrunk back, making way for small metal tubes that protruded out of the walls all around the room, creating a high-pitched hissing noise as they sprayed some kind of white mist into the air. This went on for about twenty seconds before it stopped, and then the tubes retracted back into the walls and the tiles slid back into their usual place. 

… 

“Chemical compound LI69 has been distributed.”

“How long until the subjects feel the effects?” 

“Effects will be immediate. Symptoms should be noticeable in ten to twenty minutes. Desired outcome will be inevitable within twenty four hours.” 

“Good. Keep bi-hourly notes. I want a full report.” 

… 

“What - what the hell was that?” Thomas wondered aloud, frantically looking around the room where the tubes had disappeared into the walls. 

“I don’t know.” You replied honestly. “I mean - that’s never happened before. It - it was probably a disinfectant or something,” You shrugged, trying to rationalize it, trying not to jump to the conclusion that it was something poisonous or harmful. 

Thomas let go of you and whipped around to the door - panic flooded him when he turned the handle and found it locked. 

“Hello?!” He screamed, banging on the door and fruitlessly jiggling the handle. “Hello?! Assholes! You can let us out now!” 

“Thomas,” You scolded him gently - his panic naturally unsettling to you. 

You wanted him to calm down - his nervous energy was making you nervous. And you had spent far too much time over the past few days cramped up inside of this room being nervous. You wanted to simply be able to enjoy the pleasant fact of his presence after missing him for what felt like decades of loneliness. But Thomas wasn’t going to lay down and make that easy on you. 

He rushed to the other end of the room, stepping up onto the desk chair and then the desk, peering into the vent as though he would be able to find a way out through there. 

“Thomas, please - just calm down. I’m sure it was nothing.” You continued, trying to get him to calm down. 

“Nothing?” He scoffed. “It’s never just ‘nothing’ with these people.” 

This was the last thing he said to you before his mind locked in on the task, and he focused on trying to find a way out of the small room. 

He spent a few minutes trying to loosen the bolts on the vent (which wouldn’t have been large enough for either of you to crawl out even if he did get the vent cover off). So all he did was make his fingers sore fighting against the welded metal. And then he moved on to brute force - he picked up the chair and tried to simply beat the doorknob clean off. 

But again, it was something that was very well made, seemingly bulletproof. And by the time he had taken a few good swings, he was heaving with sweat, breathless, and he found it to be way too hot in the small space. 

Surely his body was boiling over from the efforts of swinging the chair around in such a small, closed space. So he placed it down and moved to take off his shirt, surprised by just how damp the fabric was, seeped with sweat already in such a short time. He balled up the fabric and began patting himself down with it, trying to get some relief on his overly heated skin. 

And then, his entire system became utterly distracted by a single, tiny sound. 

A whimper. 

He whipped his head around at lightning speed, realizing that it had been you who had made that sound - it had been your whimper. And suddenly, everything in Thomas’s body, every single one of his senses became utterly overwhelmed by you. 

The sight of you on the bed, sitting patiently, waiting for him to fetter away at whatever plan he came up with next - you looked so stunning, so breath-taking. You were covered in a sheen of sweat, obviously warmer than before - so it wasn’t just Thomas. It wasn’t just because of his exertion in trying to break out of here. 

Were they turning up the temperature in the room? Were they planning to cook the two of you as some kind of punishment? 

Yet - that thought quickly dissolved off into Thomas’s mind as a distant worry the more he looked at you; the more he drank in your slightly parted, bitten lips - so pretty, so kissable. The more he looked at the way stray hairs stuck to your flushed, sticky skin, wanting to gently wipe them out of the way. The more he admired your breasts gently heaving with each breath, your nipples sticking off through your shirt and thin bra. 

He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before, but he could even smell you in the air. 

Your natural smell was something so prominent in the air, something so perfect he could suffocate in tight in the small space. Shamefully, that scent was something he knew so damn well, something he had memorized and treasured close when his memories of life had still been so few and his head had still been so empty. 

Hugging you those first few times, he had tucked his nose into your hair and greedily whiffed deep breaths of your scent, absolutely loving how you were sweet, soapy. Even if you were slightly sweaty from a long day of work, your natural scent was so damn perfect to him. 

It was a smell that he loved so dearly - on top of everything else that he loved about you. 

This time that wonderful scent that he knew as yours had something else underlying with it - something needy and pungent that he wouldn’t quite know yet was arousal. Your arousal. But it was bringing back that feeling of anxious insanity that he had been boiling with earlier that day. The feeling that made him practically crawl out of his own skin, feeling like he needed to get to you. Feeling like he needed to save you from some big, unseen danger. 

Here, now, being in this room with you - he still didn’t feel close enough. He wasn’t close enough to you. He still didn’t feel as though that anxious thing inside of him, calling out for you had been answered. Not yet. 

Thomas had the urge to reach out and pull you close, hold you in his arms again, but he had a feeling that he would squeeze you tight and not want to let go - and then he would lose focus on getting you out of this room and to a safe place. And that just wouldn’t do. 

“Thomas - you-your shirt…” You whispered the words on the edge of your breath, as though you were breaking some terrible secret by speaking it aloud. 

He had almost forgotten that he had stripped off his shirt in such a haste. The fabric was now clutched tightly in his shaking fist. Unconsciously, he was directing all of his energy to that point, furiously focusing on his grip to help himself resist the urge to reach out and grab you. 

He hadn’t yet noticed the way you were looking at him. 

Your eyes hungrily raking over his bare torso, scanning over every inch of him. From the muscles that bulged in his biceps while he moved, to the veins protruding in his forearms, to the trail of delicious dark hair down from his belly button that disappeared into his pants. It was a way you had never looked at him before. You had never truly noticed how Thomas - your strong, comforting Thomas - was so utterly, carnally sexy. 

He thought nothing of taking off his shirt in front of you, because it was something he had done plenty of times before. He had done it while working in the gardens with you (as a leader in the Glade, you had rotated jobs a lot, going wherever a spare hand was needed). And you certainly hadn’t looked at him with anything resembling hunger in your eyes back then. 

At least, he thought you hadn’t. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled out, worried that he had made you uncomfortable by stripping so casually in front of you. “I just find it really warm in here, too warm, it’s hot - do you find it hot?” 

He had to ask, hating that nagging heat, almost as if it was crawling under his skin - something so much different from the pleasantly warm sun of the Glade. This was a heat bubbling up from his very core, pin-pricking all over his skin from the inside out. He wondered if this was what a fever felt like. 

Was he getting sick? Was he going to get you sick?

He felt another thick bead of sweat roll down his face and he used his balled up shirt to wipe it off. 

“I guess?” You huffed out, seeming irritated. “Maybe.” 

You squirmed on the spot and let out a pained sound, something that had Thomas on high alert once again. 

“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked, purposefully locking his knees to keep himself from jumping toward you. 

If he was getting sick, then invading your personal space wouldn’t be a good idea. In fact - he made it a point to take a step back, putting distance between himself and you. But he kept his eyes locked on you, keeping a protective watch over you while his back became flush with the metal of the door. It was a pleasantly cooling sensation for a moment before the fever inside of him overpowered it - reminding him just how boiling hot he was. 

“It hurts.” You told him, your voice dissolving into a shaky, pained whine. 

Shamefully, the sound rocked Thomas, and flooded him with something that could have only been described as arousal. 

Fuck. 

The way you looked up at him with glassy-eyes, tears barely edging your waterline, clearly hot and overwhelmed yourself, squirming against the bed - trying to get some friction against your… oh. Oh wow. That realization rocked him like a ton of bricks to the head, and even more heat swelled up inside of his gut. 

You must have been feeling all the same things that he was. 

Dizzy, hot, overwhelmed - having an intense need to hold you and to be held. Brain thumping with nothing but thoughts of you, mind littered with nothing but your smell, nothing but thoughts of your skin. Willing to do anything for you at a moment’s notice. 

Thomas finally let himself flex to those needs, and raced across the room toward you - literally falling on his knees in front of you. 

If you had pain, he would fix it. He would do anything for you. 

“What hurts?” He asked, realizing that the desperation throttling his throat made it sound more like he was begging. But he was too far gone to care. “What hurts? What’s wrong? Come on, tell me. Please.” 

You were almost too incoherent to put the feeling into words so quickly, as quickly as he needed you too. You were too distracted by the sight of his big soft brown eyes staring up at you with utter worship in them - along with his pink cheeks and bits of his dark hair stuck to his face with sweat, that softness contrasted by the broad hardness of his shoulders spread across your lap. 

“Thomas-” You gasped out, cut off by his next action. 

“Y/N, please.” 

He grabbed up both of your hands, clutching them tightly in his own - and that, the first skin-to-skin contact you had felt since becoming this overwhelmed with the heat and the need - it set something off inside of you. It sent sharp shocks up your spine and made your pussy clench around nothing, sending a flood of wetness soaking into your underwear. And it made you feel too weak for your own good in that moment. 

If you lingered there for too long, you would tumble into the abyss. You would simply give into every instinct screaming inside of your body and beg for him to fuck you until you didn’t know your own name. 

And even though that was everything you had ever wanted, all you could remember wanting right then and there, especially from Thomas, the small remaining sense in your brain said that it was a bad idea. 

You let out a sharp gasp, and raced to escape the touch - you knocked your hands out of his and squirmed away from him, jumping up off the bed. Thomas let out a whine of disappointment and crumbled tighter onto his knees, wondering what he could have done to disappoint you. Knowing that he needed to do anything he could to make up for disappointing you. 

But something inside of his skull was chanting: 

She’s in pain. Make it stop. Make her pain go away. 

You know the answer. 

And while you panicked, hoping to fight against what your body wanted, hoping to delay the inevitable, the thing that Thomas already knew he wanted, Thomas picked himself up off the floor. 

All too soon, he crowded into your personal space from behind. You let out another shocked gasp as he pressed his body into yours from behind, the firm, intensely heated muscle like wall of lava engulfing you. 

This time, not letting you get away, he secured you there with a hand around your chest that was oddly comforting, making sure to pull you close and keep you close. He forced you to feel every single inch of his boiling hot body pressed right up against yours. Sweat gently sticking against you through your clothes, his hot breath huffing against your neck, and what must have been the hard bulge of his cock pressing against the roundness of your ass. 

It was all too perfect. And still, something nagged in the back of your mind that you couldn’t have that perfection all to yourself. Something must have been wrong in order for this to be happening to you. 

“Thomas,” You whined out - unsure if you wanted to tell him to get off or wanted to beg him for more. 

Instinctively, you reached up and gripped at his forearm, sinking into the security of his touch. It was soothing, in a sense, and at the same time - it drove your body mad and made the pain in your cunt so much worse. 

Any mental clarity you previously had was quickly fading. 

So much so that neither of you had the mind to piece together that this was happening to you because of the chemicals that had been sprayed into the room earlier. Not that you could do much about it now. 

Thomas leaned over your shoulder, stuffing his nose into your neck, taking in a purposeful, thick whiff of your scent. He drank you in so shamelessly now, so happy to have you in his arms, right where he wanted you - right where he needed you. He held your body so tight to his, almost crushing you in his grip in the most perfect way - as if worried you might escape if he let you move even an inch. 

Between desperate pants, he laid slick, open-mouthed kisses along your forehead, down the side of your face - lavishing you with affection, grateful and greedy now that he had you in his arms, now that he had caught you. Grateful that he had taken you from those bastards who had stolen you from him. Grateful that he had won. 

His actions left you panting wildly into the air as the heat surged within your body - this attention on your skin not being enough, but yet, your mind was too muddled with the overwhelming heat to ask for more. 

He continued kissing your skin, even nosing along your cheek before he finally gathered enough of his mind to speak. 

“I’ll help. I’ll help you, Y/N.” 

He huffed out, heaving more of his dense beautiful breath across your skin, making you whine again in return. 

“I’ll fix it. Just tell me. Just tell me what hurts. Please, tell me. I promise I’ll fix it. I can fix it.” 

His utter dedication to you was sewn into every word, clutching you tighter across the chest in a way that almost crushed your windpipe - something that made you gasp for air and nearly thank him for it, wanting to dissolve back into his hot muscles and live there, somehow still not close enough. 

“I’ll do anything for you, Y/N, I will. I’ll help you. Just tell me, please.” 

You found the fire of that dedication more enlightening than the one slowly boiling you to death from inside, and it was that - that sacred promise that had you finally giving in. It was Thomas’s sacred affection for you that finally made you feel safe to give into your body’s needs. 

You reached out and grabbed Thomas’s hand - the one hovering by his side that wasn’t keeping you trapped tightly against his chest. His fingers locked tightly in a fist without the fabric of his shirt to keep his knuckles from popping under the fury of his own grip this time. You rubbed soothingly on the back of his palm, loosening the muscles there before you guided that hand between your thighs, guiding him to touch you on your still clothed pussy, through your pants. 

“Here, Tommy.” You breathed out, your tongue feeling so fat and useless in your mouth. “It hurts here. Need your help. Need you.” 

Without a moment of hesitation, instantly understanding what you needed, sparked with even more desperation by the nickname on your lips, Thomas sprung into action. 

He began frantically rubbing your pussy through your pants - inadvertently pushing the zipper at the front of your trousers right up against your clit with the heavy weight of his palm. A sensation that made you keen out and arch back into him as though you had been possessed, harsh, amazing tingles zapping through your body from that tiny point. You threw your head back against his shoulder and relied even more on the strength of his body and the will of his grip across your shoulders not to fall down as ravenous pleasure overtook you. 

“I’ll fix it.” He huffed into your ear. 

His voice barely registered to you past the shocking beautiful pleasure he was causing between your thighs as he continued to rub your clothed clit. 

“I’ll make it better. I’ll make it all better.” 

He laid more hot, sloppy kisses against your neck and your cheek, and you could do little more than moan out loudly and squirm against him, becoming utterly lost in the sensations. You accidentally humped your ass against his cock in a way that made him growl and rub your clit even harder, even faster. It made you absolutely alight with pleasure, filling all of your senses with nothing but him. Nothing but the feeling of his strong arm working between your thighs, nothing but the scent of his sweat in the air, nothing but his quiet growls against your ear. 

“Oh, Tommy!” You moaned out. “I’m gonna-” 

Before you knew it, your body had been overtaken by the intense wave of an orgasm, something that had you crying out loudly and shaking in his arms, your body beautifully dizzy in seconds. You reached out to grip his forearm, leaving claw marks in his skin while you let out a stream of incoherent sounds as the sensations rocked you. 

“Hey, shh. I got you. I got you,” He was nothing but a sweet assurance in your ear - his dick still throbbing and utterly needy in his pants, but forgotten in favor of pleasing you. For now. 

After a few moments, he lifted his hand from between your thighs, causing a sharp whine of disappointment from you. He used this touch to force your jaw toward him, twisting your neck awkwardly to meet him in a kiss over your shoulder. It caused an ache in your neck, but you delighted in the feeling of his lips desperately clinging to your own, the chance to steal his breath.

You had thought about kissing Thomas many times before - but you had never imagined that it would be like this. 

When it was over, there was one thing that both of you knew for certain: you both needed more.

“Please, Tommy.” You breathed against his mouth as you pulled away from the kiss. “I need more. Please.” 

Every single instinct inside of him screamed to follow this order - that this was the divine answer to his existence. This was everything his life had been leading up to from the moment he had seen your sweet face after he had been pulled out of that fucking Box. 

“I got you.” He assured you. 

He then guided you back to the bed and - very hesitantly - separated his grip from you in order to make sure that you could comfortably lay down on your back. Within seconds, he was on you again, absorbing your mouth into a hot, desperate kiss while he laid flush on top of you. 

You couldn’t help but to moan into that kiss, fisting your hands into his hair, holding him tightly to you as though he was your only source of oxygen - welcoming it when his tongue forced its way into your mouth. You sucked on it and moaned around him, becoming dizzier with the heat. 

When you felt his hard cock against your thigh, feeling him jutting his hips forward to try and find some relief against you - it caused a deeper pain in your pussy, a distinct feeling of emptiness and you knew that you needed more. You knew exactly what you needed - what that ‘more’ was. 

You pulled back from the kiss to whimper against his lips. 

“More.” You pleaded gently. “Please, Tommy.” 

“Yes.” He huffed back in return. “Anything - anything for you.” 

Naturally, his hands went back between your legs, and you guided him up to the button of your pants, both of you working frantically in tandem to get your pants off this time. That nagging heat only building inside of you, something telling you that you would go insane if you didn’t get your clothes off soon. While Thomas ripped your pants down over your thighs, pulling your underwear with them, you sat up slightly and ditched your shirt, leaving you wearing only the thin cotton bra that had come with this set of new clothes. 

Thomas let out a growl when more of your delicious scent hit him. With your pants around your ankles, it was more pungent now, ripe in the air, smacking him in the face in the most perfect way. And he felt another wave of crippling heat punch him in the gut as it fogged his brain over. It was so pungent that it was ripe on his tongue and he needed more. Something in his brain was chanting at him that he needed to taste it - he needed to devour that delicious scent, the essence of you, right from the fucking source. 

With his tongue lapping at the air like a fucking dog, Thomas let out more thick, heavy breaths while he desperately tried to untangle the fabric from your ankles, trying to free you so that he could have better access to you. After a moment too long of struggle for both of your liking, he was finally able to toss it all carelessly behind him, leaving you almost naked beneath him. 

But he didn’t have a moment to marvel at the beauty of your bare body. A sight that he had imagined so many times before in his mind’s eye, snuck away into the privacy of the woods with a hand tight around his cock thinking about this exact sight - no, he couldn’t sit back and simply drink it in. 

He was a man on a mission - a man living through a years long drought and finally met with the glorious fountain that would eternally quench his thirst. 

He didn’t even question the need to put his mouth on your pussy, didn’t wonder why the thought was so prominently at the forefront of his mind. Instead, he simply pinned your legs open against the bed with his palms flat on your inner thighs and did it, chased the urge that rang through his mind so damn clearly. 

“Oh, Thomas!” 

In seconds, it was the most divine thing he had ever experienced. 

With you moaning above his head, gasping out his name, with your taste so pungent on his tongue, with your heat beating under his mouth - it was too fucking perfect to let go of. 

Thomas moaned into your pussy, pure fuzzy pleasure melting his brain between his ears, making it impossible for him to think of anything but you. His mind filled with nothing but feed me, feed me, keep me alive, you are my life. 

The thick taste of your wetness on his tongue was all he needed, all he needed to live from now on, nothing more. He could feel you squirming and fighting against him; he could feel your thighs jolting and jumping under his hands as your nerves were overstimulated. He could feel your hips bucking up into his face, smearing more of that perfect wetness across his chin and cheeks, smothering him in it - perfect, how perfect. 

He could feel the sting of you tugging on his hair but it only added to the perfect sensation of dumb dizziness that pumped through him, that made him so fucking ravenous for you. It only made him moan into your cunt louder and shove his tongue into you deeper, looking for more. 

“Oh, ugh! Tommy! Tommy!” 

You felt like you were burning alive. 

His tongue against you was horrible and perfect - doing nothing to relieve the ache deep inside of you, one that demanded to be filled. 

His tongue lapping at you so hungrily only added more terrible, sweltering heat, causing more shocks of pleasure stinging up your body with each deep pass of his tongue that he swept over you, trying to devour you whole. 

The more he moaned against you, the more he vibrated your already sore clit, making you cry out, the more he caused your body to be consumed by that deep, uncomfortable he. The more he made it near impossible for you to breathe past the moans fighting out of your lungs. 

You desperately tugged on his hair, but only got his attention when you finally fought hard enough to get words out. 

“Tommy, please!” You begged, tears spilling out of your eyes now. “Please, stop! It hurts!” 

Those words - those painful words shocked Thomas back to reality. 

Had he been selfish, drinking from your essence to satisfy his thirst without considering your own? 

He pulled back from your pussy with a wet smack that made you whimper, taking his hands off your thighs, finally freeing your legs from the tight, stretched out position. Somehow, he looked even better staring you down with those needy, wide eyes while his face was covered in your juices. 

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I-” 

“Please, just - I need you.” You choked out in reply, reaching a shaking hand toward his pants. “I need you inside me, Tommy. I need you to fix it.” 

“Yes, yes, yes.” Thomas replied, chanting to you as though answering a prayer in a place of worship, fully prepared to worship you as the goddess you were to him. “Yes, I’ll fix it.” 

He rushed to get his pants and underwear off with just as much frantic struggle, and soon he was naked on top of you. Meanwhile, you ripped off the stupid bra in order to feel the satisfying press of his bare skin on yours, something impossibly boiling hot. A feeling that had you moaning into his shoulder while you hooked your leg around his hip, urgent to get closer to him. 

Without a second of hesitation, Thomas sunk his cock inside of you. 

His cock was a searing hot rod pressing into your well-slicked entrance, making both of you white-out with the feeling for a few moments while the need and satisfaction rattled through your insides. It was what you had both been waiting for, desperately needing from the moment that mystery chemical had hit your systems. And now that you had it - Thomas’s cock deep inside of you, the perfect satisfaction of being joined, being as close as possible, your body sang with perfect relief. 

But there was still that nagging for something more. 

Neither of you would be satisfied - it wouldn’t fully be out of your systems until you both came from this. 

It was that nagging that had him gripping onto your hips, holding you still so that he could begin hammering into you, desperate to answer that nagging in the back of his skull: fuck her, take her, fill her up - she’s yours. She is yours. 

It was a feeling so utterly perfect that you instantly relaxed against him - all of your muscles melting into the feeling of his cock fucking into you so rapidly, filling you up so well. You gripped tightly at his back, determined to hold him close, just as he had done to you before. You needed to keep him absolutely close, so tight to your body while his cock filled you up so perfectly. 

“Tommy, please. Oh, oh, Tommy!” You moaned into his neck, your pussy fluttering around him as his hips stuttered. 

Overwhelmed and dizzy with the heat, from the tips of his ears to the space where his cock sunk deep into your warm pussy, drowning in wetness, he could only focus on one thing. One single mission rattling between his ears. 

Fill her up. Make her yours. 

“Gonna fill you up.” He growled back, not even entirely realizing that he was speaking these words aloud - a sacred promise to him now, the only driving force of his entire life, the thing that his entire existence hinged on. “Gonna make you so full of me. So perfect, so full of me.” 

Getting lost in your warm pussy, filling you up, making your pain go away, worshiping you. He wasn’t going to lose you again, he was going to keep you safe. He was going to keep you in his arms forever, was going to keep you safe, wrapped around his cock - forever. He fucked his hips forward harder, making a loud, wet smack continually resonate throughout the room as he tried his hardest to deliver on these promises. 

“Gonna make you mine,” He growled, his voice reaching a deep tone that you had only ever heard when he had argued with Gally - ticked off, full of rage. “Gonna keep you safe. Forever.” 

But somehow - this was different. It was a rage that was twinged with passion. 

With love. 

It was a sound that made all the hair on your body stand on end, forced a sharp gasp from your lips as it utterly rocked your body. 

You dug your nails into his back, possessively gripping the flesh, holding him tightly, trying to keep him close. Forcing him to keep his promises. 

“Yours.” You echoed back, your voice half-breath, half pure need. 

“You are mine.” He groaned in return. “Mine, mine, mine, mine-” 

He chanted this as a mantra, fucking into you harder with each utterance of the sacred word before he cut himself off with a harsh gasp, his hips stilling suddenly. 

And then - perfection. 

He pressed into you as deeply as possible, filling you up with perfect warmth, delivering on his promise. Your gut curled with a nearly painful orgasm in response, causing you to bite down tightly on the flesh of his shoulder as you moaned wildly against him. Tears leaked from your eyes as you were nearly blinded with euphoria. 

“Mine.” Thomas hummed again, almost quietly to himself, leaving a small peak on the side of your neck to compliment his point. 

Once again, just as he had done when he first entered the room, he cradled your head so softly, petting your hair soothingly. It was a deep contrast to the near rabid man who had been fucking you only a minute ago. And he gently humped his hips against you, something unconscious telling him to make sure that he fucked his cum deeper into you - nice and deep. 

The two of you stayed tangled like this, instinctively not wanting to pull away from each other, an intense need to stay locked so close. Needing to be close to the person you needed most. In an effort not to crush you with his body weight, Thomas rolled onto his side, with you still holding him tightly, with your leg still hooked over his hip, with his softening cock slightly falling out of your now messy cunt - much to the disappointment of both of you. 

(Thomas surprised himself when he shoved his hips forward, trying to get closer, trying to get back inside of you.) 

But you both felt much more at ease now. And tangled together like that, with your arms wrapped around each other, with Thomas gently kissing over your forehead and your shoulders - you both dozed off into a gentle sleep. 

… 

Thomas woke up cold and alone. 

He dressed frantically, and surprisingly, he found the door unlocked. 

He had too many questions, and had one singular mission on his mind: 

Find you, and kill anybody who had laid their hands on you without his permission.

...

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[stilessp]

i fucking hate you!

stiles stilinski x virgin!reader

warnings: 18+ kissing, tension, jealous stiles, swearing, p in v, oral, dry humping, eating pussy, WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP!! pure smut. also its not proof read. *do not copy my work*(more than welcome to like + reblog❣️)

summary: you and the pack goes camping, exited until you and stiles who both hate each other have to share a tent..

*him in this gif oh my lord.. daddy.*

you were in stiles jeep with the pack trying to find a place to camp that was safe and far away but not too far to get lost, you remove your headphones to hear everyone bickering “no we need to go left stiles” you hear scott say his anger rising until alison grabbed his hand to calm him down “stiles just go further up and turn left” you mutter while everyone is trying to tell him where to go, he turns to look at you in the seat next to him rolling his eyes before mumbling “no we are going my way! it’s my jeep! stop trying to boss me around” he spits out furiously before coming to a stop after everyone apologises we climb out of the car and get our stuff from the back and begin to walk up the hill with your friends.

you had been walking for over an hour, back and shoulders in pain from the stuff you were carrying “stiles can you please carry this for me, my shoulder hurts so bad” you say looking at him with doe eyes trying to convince him before he rolls his eyes and continues walking until isaac grabs it from you “don’t worry princess i gotcha” throwing you a quick smile before dragging you up the hill with him holding your hand for almost 20 minutes, you turn to look behind you when you see stiles staring at you then down at you holding hands with isaac, you had forgot you were holding his hand only because he had been dragging you up this hill because he is a werewolf, you immediately feel almost embarrassed and remove your hand from isaac’s and continue walking until scott shouted “here’s good guys” you smiled thanking him because you dont have to walk any further.

you started to build your tent but honestly it was too confusing, you had no instructions, stiles sees you struggling “come on yn it’s not that hard” looking at you smugly, not even bothering to reply to his rudeness, you asked isaac “issac could you pretty please help me with my tent” running up to him watching him look you up and down before agreeing and walking to help you, you turn to look at stiles to see him staring at you with dark eyes but turning toward scott almost immediately after you looked like he didn’t want to look at you so you ignore him and you continue to try help isaac build your tent.

after you all had started a fire and built all the tents you sat around in a circle drinking, telling jokes and reminiscing about all the stuff you guys had been through together, you sat next to isaac, opposite stiles, after a few too many drinks isaac gets abit touchy and puts his hand on your thigh, you look up and see stiles burning a hole into isaacs hand looking like he wanted to break his arm and hit him with it everyone started laughing not even noticing what happened and lydia decided to start playing truth or dare and turned to you “yn truth or dare” you say dare almost regretting your decision “i dare you to sit on stiles lap until your next turn” you turn to lydia face shocked until you look at stiles exactly same reaction while he mutters under his breathe “im sorry what” earning a giggle from lydia, you look at stiles and he just shrugs so you slowly make your way over to stiles and you thought if your gunna do this, your gunna make stiles want you, so you sat directly in the middle of his lap on his cock moving around a little disguising it as “getting comfortable”he hasn’t spoke, he’s just breathing so deep on your neck and occasionally letting out a small throaty moan trying to cover it with a cough, until you move one last time feeling something hard that wasn’t there before, he was big and that’s all you were thinking until he grabbed your hip hard and whispered in your ear “stop fucking moving” before it came back to your turn, “yn truth or dare” you say truth caught off guard by what just happened “are you a virgin?” you get up walking to your original seat before sighing “yes i am” you heard stiles giggle lightly “what’s so funny stilinski” getting frustrated at his reaction “nothing i just thought you were a slut,are you sure your a virgin” he says with a look on his face surprised he would even say something like that “i fucking hate you!” you shout before storming off into your tent, not coming out for the rest of the night.

after an hour of sitting around repeating what stiles said, you knew what stiles said was nasty but it was untrue and you knew that but oh my the way it was so easy for him to call you a slut and have no shame about it honestly turned you on, you get snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the zip on your tent opening you get up quickly getting nervous as to who was coming in your tent as everyone had went to bed, until you see stiles face and you groan turning your head away “hey yn, look i know your mad and i’m sorry i shouldn’t have called you a slut, i just saw isaac staring your ass and tits and it was pissing me off especially when he touched your thigh but um yeah i just wanted to apologise… okay uhh bye goodnight” he says looking at you with such truth in his eyes that made you feel better “it’s fine don’t go please i was being dramatic” you say with a chuckle, he comes in the tent and zipped it shut making you nervous, you and stiles enemies since first grade in a tent together after sitting on his lap making him crazy “yn why are you still a virgin?” stiles asks looking into your eyes almost as he’s trying to search for the truth, you look at him and drop your head not wanting to show your face while you say this “honestly stiles i’m scared and embarrassed , also nobody likes me like that and i never feel comfortable enough with anyone” you say already regretting telling him that, he grabs your chin to lift your head up “i like you like that” he says before you smack your lips against his before you make your way onto his lap both fighting for dominance until you grind your hips forward causing stiles to open his mouth allowing you to slip a tongue into his mouth causing him to let out a low groan before gripping your hips slowly rocking you back and forth causing you to moan feeling your thin underwear rubbing against his clothed crotch, he reached underneath your skirt grabbing your ass until you start rocking your hips back and forth as a quick pace and stiles throwing his head back allowing you to kiss down his neck finding his sweet spot behind his ear.

“fuck baby you drive me crazy, ‘wanted you for so long hmm” stiles says throwing your t-shirt off and forgetting you didn’t wear a bra and slowly getting embarrassed until he slowly moves his head lower to kiss your breasts “stiles i need you please” you say rolling your hips both do you moaning trying to catch your breathes and moaning trying to be quiet acknowledging your friends outside “hmmm just wait baby i will” he says before flipping you both over and kissing down your body looking at you for consent to pull your skirt off and panties down and running a finger through your folds causing your hips to buck when he touched your clit “hmm so pretty baby such a pretty pussy, so wet for me” if that wasn’t enough to make you want him more you wasn’t sure what was, stiles dirty words made you feel hot and shy wanting him to take you then and there “hmm stiles so good” hips bucking, until stiles started kissing the inside of your thighs before eating out your pussy like it was his last meal, moaning sending vibrations into your wet pussy making you clench “sti h-hm so good to me daddy” you say feeling embarrassed but also a little turned on you called him daddy but stiles liked it he rolled his hips into a pillow under him moaning into your pussy before pulling away randomly “i need you now are you ready sweetheart” he says before you nod your head at him “words love” before you mutter yes quickly before unbuttoning his pants pulling out his cock “your so big stiles” you say staring at his most definitely 6 and half inch cock with a hard red tip leaking pre cum before you wipe it with your thumb and suck it before stiles looks at you and says “are you sure you are ready yn” you kiss him roughly “yes sti please fuck me” you say slowly kissing his neck and he puts on a condom and aligns his tip with your entrance and slowly pushing his hips forward causing you to wince in pain wanting a distraction you pull stiles into a deep kiss “you can move now stiles i’m okay” when he slowly starts moving faster until you were both a moaning mess “ sti you fuck me so good” flipping you both over you sit on him rocking your hips back and forth and bouncing up and down causing a string of moans coming from stiles “you take me so well baby almost like you were made for me” he says between gasps and kisses “hmm stiles i’m so close daddy faster” you say as stiles grips your hips pushing you faster and pulling you down hard causing both of your hips to buck creating more pleasure “hmm come for me baby” he says while still matching the rhythm “o-ohh stiles hmmm” you say as you come undone feeling his thighs shaking under you bringing you into a sloppy kiss feeling him come undone under you, both lying there for a few minutes in silence until stiles says “that was the best sex i’ve ever had in my life” causing you to giggle “do we still hate eachother?” you ask him later receiving a kiss from him “i have never and will never hate you.” he says before bringing you into a long soft but powerful kiss and you both fall asleep wrapped around eachother preparing for tomorrow.

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sorry i haven’t posted in so long, lowkey not sure if i like this let me know!!!

[bumblebeefics]

i hate you ༄ gally 18+

[ gally X f! reader ] genre/tags: smut. unprotected p in v, dom! gally, sub! reader, creampie, choking, oral f receiving, degrading, enemies to lovers, slight size kink if you squint, swearing, intended lowercase. [ req? yes/no. ]

summary: you and Gally hate each other and take it out on each other physically.

wordcount: 1k+ Library | W.P Masterlist

you never liked gally. even after everything, the maze, the escape, the city, the ruins of what used to be the world, you still didn’t like him. too cocky, too angry, too loud. always acting like he had something to prove. but now, you were stuck with him. just the two of you, hiding in an old warehouse some people had turned into a shelter. supplies were low. heat crept in during the day and cold bit hard at night. and gally was always there. breathing. training. watching you with those sharp, dark eyes like you were the one who’d put him through hell. “you’re using all the damn hot water again.” you snapped one evening, arms crossed as he came out of the shower shirtless, a towel around his waist and steam clinging to his body. his muscles gleamed, wet and hard earned, his hair dripping down his neck and he smirked. “you wanna get in with me next time, sweetheart? save water?” “go to hell.” “already been there.” he said lowly, walking past you with a challenging look. “didn’t see you.” your jaw clenched. the tension between you two had always been electric, like striking matches. too hot, too dangerous, too tempting and that night, the match lit the flame.

you couldn’t sleep. not with the way he moved around the room, not with the way your body ached from frustration, weeks of being alone, of danger, of tension building. you sat up and so did he. “what?” you asked sharply. he stood from his cot, shirtless, sweat glistening on his chest. “you keep lookin’ at me like you hate me but, i think there’s something else behind it.” you laughed, bitter. “don’t flatter yourself.” “i’m not.” his voice dropped low. “i think you want me to ruin you. just once. just to get it outta your system.” your breath caught in your throat. you stood slowly, walking toward him, anger simmering just below the surface. “you think i want you?” he stepped close, until your chest brushed his. “i know you do.” your mouth opened to snap back, but his lips crashed into yours before the words could come out. the kiss was brutal. desperate. you bit his lip. he grabbed your ass. you pulled his hair. he shoved you up against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist like it was instinct, and he carried you effortlessly, grinding against you as you kissed like you wanted to hurt each other and heal each other at the same time. “tell me to stop.” he groaned into your neck. you didn’t. instead, you tugged off your shirt and let it fall to the ground.

gally's hands were rough, calloused, but gentle as he cupped your breasts, as he kissed down your chest, falling to his knees. his mouth was hot and wet between your thighs, his tongue working you open like he had something to prove. you gripped his hair and gasped his name. “gally- fuck.” he stood, eyes dark, lips wet. “still hate me?” “yes.” you whispered. “so much.” “good.” he turned you around and bent you over the metal table behind you, pulling your pants down and pushing into you with one rough, hard thrust. you cried out, back arching. he grunted, lowly, hands gripping your hips like he’d waited years for this moment. “you feel better than i imagined.” he muttered, thrusting into you hard and fast. his hips slamming into you as the table squeaked under your weight. “you thought about this?” you let out breathy moans. “every damn night.” he groaned into your ear. “all that hate it was just me wantin’ you so bad it hurt.” you moaned, clenching around him. his pace grew rougher, sloppier, as if he couldn’t hold back anymore. “you’re mine now.” he breathed against your ear. “say it.” you turned your head, lips swollen, body trembling. you refused at first, shaking your head no. he slowed his thrusts down to a painful drag. “say it.” you let out a whine and arched your back, attempting to fuck yourself onto his cock.

he pressed his hand against your lower back and pushed you down, pinning you to the table before continuing his agonizingly slow thrusts. “i-i'm yours!” you practically screamed out. a smirk appeared on his face as he pulled you up, chest pressed to your back, and began to fuck up into you, faster and harder than before. his hand snaked to the back of your hair, grabbing your hair by the roots before digging his fingers into your waist. “that’s right you’re my bitch now.” as the words left his lips, his cock jabbed your g-spot and you rolled your eyes back. "i-i’m gonna cum!” you whined before you started to squirm, his hand left your hair and wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you see stars as he continued his assault in your hole. “cum on my cock like a good little bitch.” his lips pressed against your ear, you began to tear up as your orgasm crashes over you. just as you clenched around him and came, his thrusts came to a slow halt before he buried himself deep inside you, dropping you down against the table, his chest still pressed against your now sweaty back, he released his warm seed inside you, filling you up completely.

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[jennykins]

Chilly Mornings

~ Ponyboy Curtis x Fem!reader ~

Summary: you and ponyboy decide to walk together to school, it’s a cold morning, and ponys a gentleman !

Warnings: none ! pure fluff todayyy

Word count: 812

7:06 am

“Sweetie get up it’s time for you to get ready for school!” your mother’s voice could be heard from the stairs.

you groaned loudly into your pillow, reluctantly getting up from your comfy bed. as you were getting ready for school you noticed that it was quite cold in your room, it was already december so you knew it was going to be cold but it felt even colder today.

when you finished getting ready you walked through the front door, slightly shivering from the cold morning air. yes you did have a sweater on, it was just super thin, so it didn’t really help much, not to mention your school is like 30 minutes away.

as you were walking to school, you noticed a boy coming out of a small house around the corner you were going to pass. it was a boy you had in a couple of periods. ponyboy curtis, a greaser. although he was never like the boys he hung out with, he was kind and generous. and to top it off, he was cute. you never really talked to him since you were a soc but sometimes you would when you guys were paired up for classes, he would always be respectful and nervous.

“alright, i’ll see yall later!” ponyboy said goodbye to his brothers as he was walking out the door. shoving his hands into his pockets in hopes of keeping them warm, and as he was walking he noticed the pretty girl he had in a few classes, y/n l/n. he noticed how she was shivering and clutching the strap of her book bag. they were going to walk in the same direction anyway, it wouldn’t hurt if they walked together right? he took his chances and walked over to her and matched her speed.

“hey, y/n right?” ponyboy asked her

you nodded and replied, “yeah, you’re ponyboy?”

he nodded back and said “i just figured since we are going the same way why not walk together, i hope you don’t mind, i can leave if you want-“

you cut him off with a small laugh at his sudden nervousness “no it’s okay, i don’t mind the company. it gets kind of boring just walking for 30 minutes with no conversation”

ponyboy, being the observant person he was, noticed the way you clutched the sides of your thin sweater closer to your body, and how you just shook in the cold. he frowned and asked

“why don’t you have an actual sweater? it’s going to be cold all day today y’know?”

you sighed and said “well i couldn’t find a proper sweater and now im stuck with this all day, so i guess i need to go shopping for something later.”

he shook his head with a small chuckle escaping his lips, his breath looking like smoke in the air.

“hey! don’t laugh, i’m going to be suffering all day!” you lightly hit his shoulder with a small laugh yourself.

“sorry! sorry!” he laughed out

after a few moments, he decided he had enough of your shivering and hitched breaths from the piercing cold air and pulled his sweater off of his frame and placed it atop of your shoulders.

you furrowed your brows in confusion as to why he would give you his sweater.

“why are you giving me your sweater? you need it”

“it’s fine, you need it more than i do. i think i have a spare in my locker anyway” he shook his head with a small smile tugging at his lips.

“are you sure?” your heart warmed at how sweet he was being.

“yes i’m sure y/n” he confirmed, fixing the sweater so that you could wear it fully.

as you adjusted the warm sweater, it was perfect. it almost fully covered your hands, it was a good length too.

“thank you pony” you smiled up at him contently, a small blush surfacing on your face.

“it’s no problem, really.” he returned the smile with his own blush tinting his cheeks.

you didn’t know if it was because of the now warm sweater on your body or the sweet interaction that just happened that made your chest feel even warmer.

you still felt a bit bad that he was going to be cold for the rest of the walk to school so you gently took his hand into your own and put them both in one side of the sweaters pocket.

he looked surprised at first but when he saw your flustered state he didn’t want to make it seem like he didn’t enjoy it so he just kept quiet. he turned his head to the opposite direction to try and keep his cool, his face warming up and a big smile going onto his face.

~ at least now the both of you will remain warm on this chilly morning ~

the enddddd, i hope yall enjoyed this one, i had a request in my inbox for ponyboy i just didn’t know what to write about and got a serious writers block. but as always, the inbox is always open, love yall !

j💋

[anitalenia]

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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 dividers I’ve made to fics and things that are sitting in my drafts and decided to share.

[bked0n-lorazepam]

"When Is It Done?" j. black Oneshot

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Summary (Smut): Jacob Black is in a rut. And it's a bad one this season. Poor you, having to fix his problems for him, like always.

Warnings: Vulgar language, oral and fingering (female receiving), penetration, riding, scent kink, knotting, slight overstimulation, slight edging, mommy kink at the end, begging, slight dacryphilia, rutting, mating season, unestablished relationship, nesting, breeding kink

A/N: I headcanon that Jacob Black is a SLUT for some good ole fashioned breeding

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“Don’t. Please, just.. Just open the door.” He panted, his arm resting against the doorframe. His eyes were drowning in tears and something you couldn’t name.

Uncomfortableness? Distaste? Pain? 

“I’m..I’m not even supposed to be here. Billy, he- my dad, he told me–” He licked his red lips. They were puffy, swollen, bloodied. It was like he was chewing on them out of hunger or something. “He said it would be a bad idea. That I should just.. Ride it out.” 

The way he stared at you, his eyes devoured yours. It was like if he looked away, you’d disappear.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his tears dripped down his cheeks and onto the wood flooring on your porch, leaving wet stains at your feet. 

His chest rose up and down in shallow breaths, the muscles in his arms flexed as though it was painful. It was now you had realized that he was sweating through his white tank top.

It was completely soaked and stuck to his tan skin, his abs tensed with each inhale, and the more you stared, the more his breathing would stutter. His black sweatpants seemed normal, although you could probably guess that they were damp with sweat too. 

“P-please, baby.” He whined and more tears streamed down his face. 

Oh. That’s new. This is so different from his usual ignorance. 

Usually, he’s attitude filled, arrogant. He ignores whatever advice or opinion you have. Usually, he’s rude. 

Now, he’s needy. Begging at your feet to enter your home. Pleading for your mercy and your touch. Jacob Black is filled with–

Hunger. The same thing in his eyes.

“Please. Just, just touch me. Talk-talk to me. Say something, anything. I’ll… I’ll be so good for you.” He sniffled, his fist clenching and his nails digging into his palms like he needs to distract himself from some kind of pain.

“I’ll-I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do anything you tell me, any-anything you want. Please, p-please, please. Just touch me.” 

And that is how you got to where you were now.

Pressed against your hallway wall as Jacob tore his shirt off and kissed your jaw feverishly.

His hands clawed at your pajamas, his fingers making their way under your shirt and slowly dragging themselves up your sides, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.

He mouthed at your neck like he was starving and he breathed in your scent. It was faint, but he could smell your perfume. The sweet smell of roses and the soft smell of coconut milk. It always made him crazy.

The first time his and your parents introduced you both to each other, you were just children.

Freshly starting middle school, barely starting puberty. It was the end of summer and you were helping your parents move into the neighborhood, moving boxes and going up and down stairs. It was hot outside, and you were sweating like crazy.

When he first picked up hints of your scent when his dad made him shake your hand, he knew you were going to be a problem for him.

And then he caught the smell of your perfume on his hand when he went home, and he realized he needed to ask his dad why his stomach felt like it was eating itself. 

“Can you, can you take this off? Please, I-I can’t, I don’t-” He was a total mess. You pitied him. His hands climbed out from under your shirt and he tugged on it, barely backing away from you to let you take it off.

When you took it off and your bra, his hands and lips were immediately back on your skin like they belonged there. 

“Jacob, honey, slow down.” Your eyes fluttered when his teeth scraped against your sternum. He made sure his lips touched everything they could as his head dipped lower, catching your breast in his mouth.

You gasped and your hand instinctively reached up to grab his hair. He groaned and a spark blew up in his stomach. He sucked harder, lapping at your nipple like if he sucked it enough, it’d produce milk.

His hips rutted up into yours without thinking and his eyes rolled back into his head when you gasped.

He detached from your nipple with a pop, his lips puffy and covered in drool. 

Jacob dropped to his knees and kissed his way down your chest and to the waist of your pajama pants, his fingers hooking into the waistband of it and your underwear.

“Please, ma’am? Can I please eat you out?” He kissed just below your belly button and looked up at you, tears brimming his sweet brown eyes once again. “I’ll be so good for you.”

He looked at you like you hung the stars. You honestly didn’t even know if he could see anymore with all of the tears puddling up in his eyes.

It took your breath away, made your heart beat faster. All you could do was nod and let him take the reins. 

Your clothes were off before you even realized he moved. You were completely bare to his eyes, and now it was his turn to have no words. 

You were beautiful. 

His hands rubbed softly up and down your legs while he stared at you, admired you. Could this be love? 

He didn’t want to think about it too much when he could just enjoy the moment. And enjoy it he did.

Jacob licked a stripe up your center and groaned– no. He growled. He needed more of you. 

His head made its way between your thighs, and you clenched them around his face. You didn’t mean to, but when you tried to spread your legs, his hands grabbed your outer thighs and put them right back where they were.

If he was going to die, he wanted it to be this way.

His head moved up and down your heat, his tongue catching on your clit and sucking on it harshly. It was your turn to cry, and you’d sob any time his lips wrapped around your bud. 

Your sounds were like if angels reached inside his head and pulled out the song he loves and made it come from you. You were the best thing he had ever had in his grasp.

But he felt like he wasn’t close enough to you. 

You, on the other hand, were quite close. Your chest was heaving up and down, and the coil in your belly was starting to tighten. “Jake, I’m so close. Please, I’m-”

His hands wrapped around your legs and he pulled them onto his shoulders, making you lock your legs behind his head. His hands moved to your ass and lifted you up on his shoulders against the wall while he stood.

That was your breaking point. You screamed while his tongue dipped as far as he could reach it into your hole and the coil snapped. You slouched over his head and panted, fingers tight in his hair while he continued to lick you clean. 

Jacob didn’t stop. In fact, he only quickened his pace.

He breathed your scent in like it was air, drank you like you were water, ate you like you were his last meal. No matter how many times you tried to push his head away, he only pushed you against the wall more and lapped at you like you were nectar gifted to him from the gods.

His face was soaked in your slick, eyes still draining with hot tears, and he kept moaning.

If anything, it was like he got more pleasure out of this than you did. Every time he could feel your walls clench against his tongue, his hips bucked into the hair and he whimpered.

He wouldn’t stop and couldn’t stop. He needed you. He needed everything you could give him. 

“J-jake, no more.” You almost couldn’t finish your sentence when he whined out a sob and pulled you impossibly closer, burying his tongue as far into your hole as he could.

You were starting to see white again, and you felt like your voice was ripped out of you when you threw your head back and came, grinding against his face and pulling him closer. 

Your eyes opened and suddenly you were on your back on your bed in your room and he was ripping off his tank top and rushing his sweatpants off of his body.

His grey boxer briefs were soaked with pre-cum in the front and his bulge looked like it was about to rip open the fabric. 

You bit your lip and stared back at his eyes, and he searched through yours. His eyes were filled with a fire that could never be put out.

They drank in every inch of you, your body, and your soul. He could see you.

“Here. Let–let me help you.” He suddenly went to the drawers under your bed and pulled out all of the extra blankets you’d use in the harsh winters. You tilted your head, muttering a soft ‘what?’

He could smell you on them. Your perfume, your shower products. Everything. He could smell you everywhere in your room and it intoxicated him.

Jacob surrounded you in the blankets and your pillows, your clothes from your closet and hampers and his clothes, trapping you in a… a nest of fabrics. Fabrics that were yours and his. 

This was where he wanted to be forever. With you, surrounded by you. With you there, too. 

He looked at you with his chest puffed, sniffling and breathing hard. Inspecting the sheets and making sure they were where they should be.

It made you laugh, how much time he had just taken into making this pile of sheets. He looked at you in confusion, and tilted his head to match yours.

Jacob Black looked like a sweet puppy who was so very lost. 

“Come here.” You called, reaching your arms out. If he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging.

He crawled into the bed, careful not to mess up any of the sheets, climbed on top of you, and kissed you. 

He was gentle, his hand rested softly against your throat, and tender. After practically throwing you against the wall, he was so delicate. Jacob pulled away, a worried look on his face.

“Are.. are you sure you want this? I won’t be able to stop.” 

“So don’t stop.” You put your hands on his chest and kissed his jaw. “I want everything you’re willing to give me.”

He was out of his boxers soon after.

Jacob rubbed a careful finger against your slit and you hissed. It felt so good, too good. You held him closer to you and rested your head on the side of his neck and mouthed at it. 

He sighed and slipped his middle finger inside of you with ease, pushing in and pulling out. He kept it up for a minute before adding another finger, and another. You were whining into his ear now, rocking back and forth against his hand. 

“Jacob..” You whispered, and a shiver ran down his spine. He pulled his hand away and you chased it before he moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked, gazing into your eyes while he did.

He licked them clean and interlocked his fingers with yours with his other hand. His lips caught yours again, and he reached down and tapped your thigh.

You spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist, sighing into his mouth. He grabbed his cock, lining it up with your hole. You pulled away from him and rested your head on his shoulder, softly biting it. He waited for the go ahead, and you nodded. 

He started with the tip, slowly pushing it in. You moaned and bit harder, which caused a guttural groan to come from his chest.

He rocked his hips back and forth to let you get used to the stretch of his head before he went deeper, slowly pushing it in further, and constantly pulling back to the tip when he’d get further.

You didn’t even notice him bottoming out until he stayed there, softly grinding his hips into yours.

You were drooling all over his shoulder, eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue lolled out and panting. 

He chuckled when he felt you moan something almost incomprehensible against his skin, something along the lines of “deeper.”

Kissing the side of your head, he almost completely slipped out, and you gave him your first whine of the night.

At least, until he shoved himself right back inside, this time, finally thrusting in and out of you. 

It completely took your breath away and you couldn’t do anything other than look at his back muscles while he pounded into you like an animal.

He didn’t stop, and only sped up more and more as he growled, groaned, and whimpered. You were almost too fucked out to notice, but you did feel that it was harder for him to bottom out completely when he pounded into you. He got whinier, his voice broke more, and his hips were starting to stutter.

You had moved yourself to look at your stomach and saw the giant bulge from his cock moving in and out. He was so deep it felt like he was rearranging your guts and almost hitting your cervix, just how you wanted him. You had looked further down and finally saw it.

There was a swelling bump at the base of his cock and it was growing. And that definitely made you come to your senses.

“Jacob, baby, slow down.” 

He cried out, hips stuttering as he did what you said, although not stopping.

“When you said..you were just gonna ride it out.. Whatever it is. Did you fail to mention that you were in a rut? And that that’s why your father told you not to come here?” You gritted your teeth and pulled his hair to look at you, and he gasped and licked his lips.

“I..I need you so badly. I can’t go another season without your lips on mine. I–I should have told you, a–and I understand if you hate me. But please–” His voice broke and the tears were back, and his hips humped against yours, his bottom lip quivering and his cock twitching inside of you. “Please. Let me breed you.”

You put your hands on his shoulders and flipped him over so that he was under you. Jacob huffed out a sigh of relief when you straddled him and locked your legs around his waist.

You clawed your nails down his chest and his abs until you reached the base of his dick and lifted yourself up to line it back into you. He moaned and gripped his hands onto your hips and sobbed, pathetically trying to put himself back inside of you. 

You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, holding back your moans.

He was vocal for you, though. Telling you he was going to be so good and that you wouldn’t regret it. When you reached his knot, you didn’t immediately put it in, and instead slowly bounced up and down while he cried.

You were already almost at another climax, and you rubbed your finger against your clit quickly and clenched against him while you dragged yourself up and down.

“Please, please just put it in.” He pleaded.

“Beg for it.” 

“Please, please, please. I’ll be such a good boy. I’ll be so good for you, so good for you, mommy.” Oh.

“Just let me treat you right, please just give me a chance, let me fuck you. Mommy, mommy please I need it so bad– I need you so bad. Only you, only you can make me feel good. Please, mommy.” 

He choked when you slammed down from the tip to the knot and came around him, and he hit his own climax.

He was so loud that you had to cover his mouth with your hand while you slapped your other hand around yours and moaned.

Your legs were shaking and eventually gave out, and you fell against his body while he kept going. His load didn’t stop once, and he bred you as he promised.

He filled you up completely, and if it hadn’t been for his knot, he would’ve had it dripping out of you and all over your bed.

You nestled against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, playing with your hair.

“I can’t wait to shower after this.” You sighed and closed your eyes, your cunt still pulsing against his cock. He let out a laugh that reverberated through his chest and smiled sweetly at you.

“Yeah, you’re not leaving this room until my knot is settled and my rut is done.” 

You lifted your head and propped yourself up with your hands on his chest, an eyebrow raised. “When is it done?”

“Baby, it just started.” 

[multifandom-rec-station]

Criminal Minds Masterlist

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🔞 Haunting Adeline by @ovrgrwnivy

🔞 Bambi by @nereidprinc3ss

✅ The team finds out your secret by @readreidsworld

✅ Love - Spencer Reid by @gf2bellamy

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✅ Kisses - Spencer Reid by @gf2bellamy

🔞Masturbating by @vaginalvr

✅ Proposal by @cobbled-peach

✅ Statistically speaking by @matt-murdockk

✅ Home next door by @certaimromance

🔞 Psychoanalysis and Other Forms of Foreplay by @heavenlybodies333

✅ SFW Alphabet by @jacksabbotts

🔞 I like U by @smokysr

🔞 Ride Home by @jacksabbotts

🔞 What he knows by @pittsick

✅ Girls night by @emberfrostlovesloki

🔞Eyes on me by @yourl0calalien003

✅ Wife by @girllblogging777

🔞 NOT dating by @yasministration

✅ Ink-stained affection by @hhhwnr

✅ I told you so by @edwardslvrr

✅ Trip to Vegas by @arglaucus

✅ Clink by @gf2bellamy

✅ Long time no kiss by @etclouie

✅ Just for you, I let it happen by @headkiss

✅ Burning Evidence - "Blurry Lines" by @blaysreid

✅ Unprofessional by @gf2bellamy

✅ Birthday by @girllblogging777

🔞 Chemistry ‘til it blows up, ‘til there’s no us by @h0useslut

✅ From steps to sparks by @mytherapyisreading14

✅ Just kiss already! by @inkydelusions

✅ Caught by @jennykins

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✅ Thinking about living with Spencer Reid by @girllblogging777

✅ Soft hands, steady heart by @hhhwnr

✅ Baby girl? by @desideriumwriter

✅ Hurt on the job by @l4lenthusiast

✅ A is for Anthrax by @spencereidluver

🔞 Library Date by @vaginalvr

✅ New Person by @pandalorian36

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[jennykins]

Caught

Spencer Reid x F!reader

Summary: You and the rest of the team are struggling to solve a case and you just can’t help but get distracted by a certain genius..

Warnings: none really! just making out, and i forgot if i needed to add something else pls let me know if i missed anything!

Word count: 5,677

I really hope yall enjoy!

Coffee cups and papers were scattered all over your desktop messily, your hands were in your hair and you had a distressed look on your face. who would’ve known that this would be yet another stressful case. you had only joined a couple months ago and now that you have gotten a gist of what happens almost everyday, you’ve gotten tired of it but you never regret joining.

you have thankfully gotten along just fine with everyone on the team, spencer in particular caught your eye. sure he was sweet and considerate, not to mention good looking, but penelope had once mentioned something about him being in jail. when you heard it the first time you stifled a laugh because in your mind nothing spencer could do would make him go to jail. when she told you the whole story you finally understood and you always kept an eye on him, since she mentioned how he still acted strange, i mean of course who wouldn’t after being in jail. who knows the kind of stuff that he saw and endured during his time there.

right now, you were sorting through a pile of papers and put them down with a sigh, just to look up and see spencer looking straight at you from his desk. his desk wasn’t too far away from yours but it was still close. he was looking at you with a look in his eyes, a look that you couldn’t quite figure out. you tilted your head slightly at him, heat coming up to your face, feeling intimidated under his gaze. spencer seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was under and turned his gaze back down to his own set of papers. you swore that you saw a blush rise onto his face. you smiled softly to yourself and grabbed your pen, continuing your work.

meanwhile with spencer:

unbeknownst to you, spencer had been keeping his eye on you too. he thought that you were gorgeous, you were smart and kind. you were always on his mind, like right now. all of his thoughts were about you.

back to you:

it’s been a few hours since then and now you all were in the conference area, all in your spots listening to the newest updates about the case. all do your were attentive, except for spencer as he was too busy staring at you. luke had taken notice of this and nudged his shoulder with a small chuckle when he noticed where he was looking at. spencer just gave him a glare with a small smirk, his gaze not faltering.

you had felt a pair of eyes on you, basically burning holes into your head. and when you turned your head to the side slightly you saw spencer looking right at you again. this time his eyes looked different, not like a zoned out stare, this was different, way different from any of the other times you had caught him staring at you. your eyes widen just a bit, trying your best to maintain eye contact with the man. ultimately failing when he tilted his head to the right slightly. you really hoped that you weren’t blushing as much as you thought you were. you let out a shaky breath at the intense moment, you stood up and excused yourself, planning to head somewhere private and calm yourself down.

as you were walking away you slowed down next to the wall where the bathrooms were, you leaned against it, shutting your eyes with a sigh. your short moment of peace was cut short when you heard footsteps against the carpet floors, you opened your eyes to look up and saw the one person that you didn’t need to see right now.

“spencer? what are you doing over here?” you asked, slightly breathless as you were still calming down from the scene.

“i just wanted to check on you, you seemed quite flustered” spencer responded with a teasing tone.

“i-i wasnt flustered, i don’t know what you’re talking about” you replied with widened eyes, darting between his eyes and lips.

“are you sure? because it didn’t seem like it” he said, taking a step closer to you, protruding your bubble even more, although you didn’t seem to mind.

“yeah i’m sure i just needed a moment” you said back.

spencer didn’t say anything back, he just took another step forward, chest only centimeters away from touching yours. his eyes never leaving yours, his hand slowly creeping up to your jaw, caressing it gently, then moving to your chin to tilt your head up a bit further to fully meet his gaze. he leaned his own head down to be closer to yours, your lips almost touching his.

“spencer-“ your hushed words were cut off by his lips being placed on yours. the kiss wasn’t soft nor was it messy or rough, it was just the right amount of passion and warmth. this sent a shiver throughout your body. one of your hands went up to his brown curls, and your other rested on his chest. his own hands wandered down your body, one coming down on your waist, slowly going down to your hip. the other was placed on your jaw, lightly caressing it.

this was it, this was the moment that you so desperately wanted. and clearly it wasn’t just you who wanted this. it almost felt unreal. the feeling of his big warm hands on you, the feeling of his soft lips on yours. it was all too much, but so little at the same time. you guys were basically making out in the middle of the hallway, thank goodness there wasn’t many people near that area.

by the time you pulled away to catch a breath, your eyes had drooped slightly, his own were full of emotion, and slightly hooded. you both tried to regain your breath and were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t even notice footsteps heading towards you guys.

“Oh my goodness, am i interrupting something?..”

you both immediately pulled away from each other at the sound of penelope’s shocked voice.

long story short, you guys ended up heading back to the room, slightly disheveled and red in the face, with a smirking garcia right behind you guys.

[everybodyhatesari]

Well yea duh

[lvstfxrlife]

[jennykins]

me rn because i want to write something but i have no ideas

plsss give me some ideas :((

[jennykins]

~Take My Breath Away~

Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Summary: Johnny Cade and the gang are looking to go to a diner for the night, luckily you were there and earned yourself a date with a pretty shy boy..

Word count: 949

Authors note: i am a beginner and i know that this might not be the best but ill try! and if you like it please send in requests for any character of any fandom <3

Warnings: None! Fluff

You were a soc who worked in a small but successful diner in Tulsa, it wasn’t really a good pay but it was good enough for you. Working in the summertime was better than just staying at home all day.

Today, you would be working a night shift. You started getting ready at 7pm, showering, and doing your routine until 8 a clock when you would be entering your shift. When that time came you walked to the diner and clocked in, noticing a group of greasers sitting down at a large booth near a window. You asked your friend and coworker Sharon if she had taken their orders yet.

“Hey Sharon, have you taken table 6 yet?” you asked while grabbing a small notepad and tucking it in your pocket.

“Oh no i haven’t, i have been stuck with table 3. Very picky and quite the complainers” she replied

“Okay then” you walked over to the large booth where the loud laughter of the boys was heard and when you stood at the table they all turned their attention to you.

“Hello! my name is y/n and i’ll be taking care of your table today, are you guys ready to order?” you said with a kind smile.

( i’m too lazy to do the whole taking order thing so let’s skip that;))

After you took their orders you ripped the little piece of paper out of the notepad and took it over to the kitchen.

Meanwhile..

“She was pretty wasn’t she?” Two-Bit said while twisting a toothpick in between his teeth.

“She’s a soc, two” Steve said with an eye roll and a cheer right after that because he won a match of arm wrestle with Sodapop.

“Yeah yeah whatever, man i saw how you were looking at her Johnny boy” Two-Bit turned to Johnny who was looking down at the table in embarrassment from being called out for staring at the pretty waitress. “No i wasn’t,” he murmured

“He’s not wrong Johnny, it was obvious i mean you looked at her like how Steve looks at chocolate cake” Ponyboy laughed and lightly hit Johnnys shoulder. “Man quit it, i don’t have a chance anyway. You really think a soc is willing to get with a greaser?” Johnny said disappointingly

“You don’t know if she’s different, what if she’s like Cherry, the girl from the drive in.” Ponyboy tried to reassure Johnny. “Yeah, i don’t know” and with that y/n came back with the drinks that they had ordered on a tray.

“Alright im back,” she said while putting down the drinks to the people that ordered them and picked up the tray again.

“Sorry for the wait, i’ll be back with the food soon” she clasped her hands together and looked around the table for a second, meeting eyes with a pretty boy who had dark hair, and was dark skinned, along with a small cut on his cheek. his eyes were dark but looked up at her with puppy eyes. he looked at her with admiration and she did as well. time seemed like it slowed down and she caught her breath.

‘he’s so beautiful’

‘she’s so beautiful’

Johnny never thought that he would see something or someone so beautiful in his life, that was until this moment. to your pretty hair that was tucked into a bun with some loose strands in the front, to her nice shoes that clacked against the diner floors. what caught his attention the most were her eyes, they were doe like and had a nice shade of e/c. if he were standing up he probably would’ve tripped over his own feet, she took his breath away..

Darry coughed when he noticed that the two teens were staring at each other with a look that they made seem like they were in a romance movie. this made them snap back into reality and thank goodness the rest were busy fighting about something because they both turned as red as a tomato. y/n turned back around to return to her spot in the kitchen to check on their food but she didn’t miss the smirk Darry had on his face. y/n still had a red face as she checked on the food, sharon not failing to notice this either.

“Woah, Y/n why are you so red? Did something happen?” she asked in a confused tone

“Oh im fine, its just hot in here that’s all” she brushed it off and hurried to grab their dishes and give them to the greasers.

When she returned and handed everyone their own plate while asking if they needed anything else. she was about to leave the table when she made eye contact with the boy again and smiled a bit at him and turned away. johnny was blushing a deep red and turned his head down from the rest of the group.

After a bit, the boys had finished their plates and paid. One by one they left the diner, Johnny being one of the last ones. he walked right up to y/n where she was standing by a small table where she would take customers to their designated tables. she looked up at the boy with a slightly confused but flustered look.

“Hey, I’m johnny and i don’t want to seem like a creep or anything but i just wanted to say that,” he hesitated before he said it “i think you’re really pretty and i would like to take you out sometime if you would like to..” his face was filled with nervousness yet he was determined to spend some time with the gorgeous girl.

“O-oh, thank you..” you blushed and brushed a stray hair out of your flushed face. “my name is y/n, and i think that it’s a good idea”

Alright i had a brain fart and i don’t know what else to put, and this is my first attempt at making a small story sorry if it’s bad, i tried.

:)))