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DIFFERENT BUBBLES

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: You are a kook. Your life is completely different from JJ's life. Yet you feel drawn to him. After hearing what happened with Topper's boat and that JJ got arrested, you decided to visit him home but oh, you came at the wrong time.

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: No Warning

You've had your eyes on JJ for a while now. He always looked so cool and carefree that you often found yourself glancing his way or giving him a small smile when seeing him.

But you are a kook, he is a pogue. You lived in two different bubbles with completely different views. JJ thought that every kook was the same; spoiled, insensitive brats who only ever cared about themselves, their wealth and their kook friends.

And you? Well you never really liked that Pogues vs Kooks fight, you thought that it was pure bullshit and that everybody should be treated the same.

You started harboring great admiration for him since he stood up to save John B from Topper by pointing a gun to his head. It was stupid, sure, but his courage and bravado was admirable. He was reckless, maybe it was the danger that came with him that you liked but you certainly liked him too.

Your life was plain. Even though you enjoyed the luxurious things, nothing exciting ever happened and you were entertained by him most of the time due to the amount of trouble he causes.

You've recently heard Topper saying that Pope sank his boat but JJ took the blame for whatever reason. You weren't sure what happened or how. Was it because of the fight on the beach? You didn't know anything at all but one thing that you did know, you'd take the opportunity to talk to JJ properly for the first time. Today.

This wasn't the best moment to start a conversation with JJ, you knew that but maybe, just maybe, it might be a good time to speak to him.

But the moment you were on his porch, all you heard was loud music blasting and shouting, it wasn't JJ shouting, it was a rougher voice, his dad maybe?

You stopped in your tracks, reconsidering everything. Maybe you should just head back home after all. Why are you even here? Despite the doubt, you took a walk around the house and saw JJ in his room, he was pacing around the room, covering his ears with his hands and gritting his ears while yelling back.

You didn't know JJ much but you certainly never saw him in that state. And you weren't aware of his family situation. You stood there for a moment, just watching him. You couldn't hear anything but the really loud music.

You weren't sure if you should just wait for him to notice you, knock on the window or run back home. But might as well stay since you were already there so that's what you did. You sat down on a rock next to the window, playing with your thumbs and occasionally flinching when you heard loud yelling even though you couldn't make out what was being said.

Once the music stopped, you waited for a moment. Was it your moment to knock on the window and eventually talk to JJ? No. You waited some more until you heard the front door, JJ stormed outside with his bag in hand, he didn't spot you right away.

You stood up and that's when he noticed you. His face was bruised, his left cheek a bit swollen, the side of his lower lip had dried blood on it and his eyes were teary. He immediately frowned slightly. “What are you doing here..?”.

You froze. Yeah, what were you doing here exactly after all? You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. You were much more preoccupied by his messed up face to mutter words out.

“Topper sent you to spy on me? I thought you were better than those scums”, he scoffed, taking a step closer.

You flinched at that, internally flinched. You were indeed not like Topper or Rafe, him saying that to you was capital offense itself. “Nobody sent me. I wanted to check up on you, I heard what happened.. with Topper's boat and everything”.

Another scoff. “You're a cop?”, he tried joking. You saw the way his shoulders relaxed when you stated that nobody sent you and that you came by yourself.

You smiled, “Just wanted to hear your version. The real one. Topper would do anything to get you and your group in trouble. Matter of fact, I think he's still holding some kind of grudge against you for the gun thing at the beach party”.

“I sank it”, he nodded.

“You didn't”, you shook your head. “He said that it was Pope and that he got him on a nearby camera”.

He shook his head. “I was mad as hell, went and drove the HMS there and asked Pope to sink it, it was my idea. Took the blame like the big boy that I am”.

You didn't believe a word. You heard Topper and Rafe plotting something, saying that they shouldn't say a thing about the fact that they practically attacked Pope when he was doing a delivery. But you just nodded, after all, who were you to interrogate JJ about something that you didn't witness yourself.

“Okay…”, you trailed off. “Did uh.. did Topper do this to you? Your face-”, you reached out to touch his swollen cheek and he surprisingly didn't pull away.

“A cute kook swooning over me, cool. I would have gotten in more trouble if I knew that this would happen”, he grinned and you had to hide the little smirk that formed on your lips. “Topper did that then?”, you asked again.

“Nah”, he said flatly while stepping back, shaking his head. It's clear by the change of tone that he didn't want to go down that path. You kind of had your answer already actually. If it wasn't Topper who hit him, then it's his dad. Judging by how he was yelling moments ago.

“Your.. dad?”, you said cautiously and he tensed up. His guard was up again.

“Uh, look pretty, no offense but that's the last thing I'd like to discuss about with a kook”, he raised an eyebrow teasingly and that gained a giggle from you. He was right, why would he talk about his family situation with a kook? The kind of people who would usually take any words or rumors and spread it just because they despise the pogues.

“None taken, besides, I don't really associate myself with the others you know… I don't even hang out with Topper and his little group, I am friends with Sarah, that's all”, you mumbled, placing your hands on your hips and looking up at him with a smile.

“Figured. You're not a bratty kook. Not every kook would “risk their lives” and venture in the oh sooo dangerous part of the Outer banks, filled with robbers, dealers and bad influences to check up on a pogue.. careful, I heard that the people who lives here are real monsters, ouhhhh”, he joke, flashing you a dazzling grin. Which once again, earned him a giggle from you before punching his shoulder.

Being around him was surprisingly refreshing. He was nice, funny, easy to talk to and damnit he was good looking. Your moment was interrupted by a small noise heard from inside the house and JJ tensed up. You saw behind the charming smiles and the jokes he cracked that he was scared, maybe? That's what you saw painting his face when the noise was heard.

“JJ, your dad did that to you, right?”, you tried again. He let out a frustrated sigh. “Why are you pushing that topic?”, he said a tad loudly.

“I'm not your enemy, okay? I want to help, genuinely.. forget the Pogues versus Kooks crap for a moment.. please? I want to try and help”, you placed a hand on his shoulder. That's what you came here for in the first place, help or offer comfort and that's what you will do.

You saw his eyes glistening at your words. It wasn't much that you said but it was enough to make everything that he has been bottling up erupt. With that, you stepped closer and hugged him, stroking his hair and he started sobbing. His hands instinctively reached for your waist, anchoring himself.

His grip on your waist was tender even with his hands being rough. He hugged you tighter, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot against your skin and you left a chaste kiss on top of his head while continuing to comb your fingers through his soft blond hair.

“I can't do it..”, he mumbled against the skin of your neck, his words muffled by your hair. “Not with him.. not like that.. I don't know.. I can't”, his voice cracked.

Your heart ached for him. You just stood there, offering him some comfort while whispering some comforting words from time to time and stroking his hair until he eventually calmed down.

“How much is the fine? For Topper's boat”, you whispered after a moment of silence.

“$30,000, but no. I know what you're going go offer”, he stepped back, wiping some of the remaining tears with the back of his hand. “I'm going to find the money myself. Prove my dad that I'm not good for nothing”, there was hurt in his voice but there was also determination which meant that he was not going to accept your money.

“I can lend you the money at least.. you can repay me after or not, I don't care. You can tell your dad that you did it yourself”, you sighed.

“I know that you're trying to help but I really don't need your money, I'll find a way myself. I'll pay the fine with the money that I will make”, he raked his fingers through his hair before taking a step closer and looking down at you.

“You're the coolest kook I ever met, thanks for uh.. that..”, he gestured between the two of you before kicking his motorcycle kickstand and getting on. “Hop on, I'll give you a ride back home”.

You hopped on behind him with a smile before laying your head on his back and wrapping your arms around his waist. He was warm.

“Don't get too cozy, I have a reputation to maintain”, he joked. “I won't drop you off right at your house so that your parents don't see you with me? That's fine with you?”.

“Yeah”, you nodded, smiling and with that, he started the motorcycle, driving off. You closed your eyes and hugged him tighter. You'd get yourself into big trouble if your parents saw you on his bike but right now? Nothing else matters because nothing feels more right than this.

Notes: Hello again my babies!!! Here's a JJ fic for my JJ girlies because gang recognizes gang, I hope that you guys enjoyed it and I hope that I did my JJ justice. I adore him sooo muchhh ahhhhhh!!! Also rewatching OBX rn, it took me only 2 nights to finish the first Season and I am currently rewatching S2!! I am so happy ahhh!! Also, I haven't watch S4 yet, I got sm spoilers that I stopped watching at S3 but I love that show sm and I decided to re-watch all the season and dive into S4 afterwards. Anyways, enough yapping, bye bye my babies!! See you around!!

•Lace Divider by @uzmacchiato

•Bow Divider by @feimingo

•Reblogging Divider by @cafekitsune

•Pearls Divider by @enchanthings-a

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Haii guys! Sorry for letting you down. I had a vision for the Jim Hopper fanfic then suddenly life was way too busy to even get on here and now I've got nothing better to do so I'm backkk!! Stubborn love is coming in hot but while I make you guys wait a bit more, I have a one shot coming, I'll choose the character or maybe there will be none, just an old man like your girl likes to write about!😭 Also, THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS THAT'S AWESOME!!! I WAS GONE AND SUDDENLY EVERYTHING STARTED BLOWING UP WAHHHHHHHHH!!! SO SO NICE!! I'll be more active now, I hope. (I'm staring at the wall for days now. Feeling like shit so I gotta keep myself busy and one of my hamsters died so I don't feel good at all. Life is getting out of hands for me.)

LOVE YOUUU, SEE YA!!! BYE BYEEEEE!!! <3

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Im kinda in love with Lex Luthor from smallville...

IM SORRY I HAVE BAD TASTE IN MEN...

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GET ME THAT BALD MAN UGHHHGGGG🙏🙏

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Guess who already has 8 episodes of "Stubborn Love" (My Jim Hopper ff series) planned and ready to be written😎 I have different endings that I am thinking of and maybe there will be like 10 or 12 EPS [?]. It's my first time working on a whole serie and I do not want to mess anything up💔

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I AM WRITING THE HOPPER SERIES FIC, PROMISE I AM!! JUST WANTED TO WRITE A FEW EP AND POSTS THEM ONE AFTER THE OTHER OR AT THE SAME TIME BUT I JUST WATCHED "WAKE UP DEAD MAN" AND WANTS TO WRITE FOR JUD SO BADLY!!! I DON'T KNOW IF I AM CAPABLE OF CAPTURING HIS AMAZINGNESS AND WRITE A FIC!!

send help, I feel like I'm going insane. I love love love Jud💔

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STUBBORN LOVE

The Series Masterlist

Summary: You've had your eyes on Hopper for a while since you moved to Hawkins now but he was older than you, that was the issue. You took your time to get to know him briefly, engaged in small talks and spoke about him to your new friends, gathering infos on him before shooting your shot. You've heard about his past and you truly were expecting rejection but come on! You're trouble and Jim Hopper clearly never met trouble before. So now you're on a quest to capture this grumpy man's heart.

The Moodboard!!

EPISODE 1: Coming Soon!!

A/n: I'll update this post everytime I post a new ep so really, stay tuned!! Like you can see, it is an age gap ff, if you're into that, you'll love that one! Don't know if I will be making spicy Episodes but as always, look out for the warnings!! Reblogs, Comments and Likes are appreciated and great motivators by the way!! :3

•Divider by @caramiell

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STUBBORN LOVE

A Jim Hopper Fanfic Series

𐙚 Yeah, he's big and dumb as a man can come

But he's stronger than a country hoss

A/N: I was going to write a summary but that would be spoiling the fun of it! So I will leave the moodboard here instead. If you're looking for a fanfic series with that vibe, tag along because I am working on it as we speak! Ep.1 is already ready, just need to proofread and hit post! I'm so excited for my first series!!

•Divider by: @caramiell

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PRETTY WHEN I CRY

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Warnings: none, actually

Word Count: 1.1k

There came another helpless night again. Your father started an argument over you “underperforming” this semester and ruthless words flew his mouth at dinner. You've heard everything by now, “I should have made pancakes instead of a stupid kid”, “I don't pay for your education only for you to be ‘male centered’ and fail your exams”- even though he knew that you had no boyfriend, a result of him preventing you from having male friends.

But tonight was a bit different, you retorted back. Telling him that you were trying your best and that maybe it's his constant pressure on you that made you fail this semester was a bad idea. It was probably going to end in a blood bath if it wasn't for your mother stopping him.

Then the last thing they saw was you running out of the house. Everything seemed to be going south those past few months, starting with you losing your pet to you failing when you've always been a straight A student. And when you were this helpless, there was only one door to knock on.

Your father's acquaintance, Dr. Hannibal Lecter himself. It was crazy how different he was from your father even though they practice similar professions. Your father was a psychologist and Hannibal was a psychiatrist. You always wondered how your father even got a degree with that terrible behavior of his while Dr. Lecter was everything, the most patient, gentle and calm -almost too calm, man you knew.

While you weren't his patient, you did go to his office to vent at times. You showed up whenever things were going bad in your life and he opened his doors to you with arms wide open and a shoulder to cry on.

Every. Single. Time

Hannibal did not judge and was understanding of the “Being Confused in your 20s” thing. You were 22, almost graduating and yet you felt like you were in a long tunnel with no actual exit at the end, you felt trapped. Maybe all you needed was a hug tonight.

So you found yourself at his front door, tears streaming down your face. As always, his lights were still on even at 9 pm, you liked the idea that maybe he kept them on for you. Like he knew you'd come. Because maybe he wanted you to come?

One knock was all it took for him to be at the door. A sort of smirk on his face before it disappeared as quickly as it appeared in the first place. “What happ- come in”, he stepped aside before closing the door, leading you to the couch. “Is everything okay?”, he asked cautiously as he stood and looked down at you.

“My father.. he's-”, you cough on your own words and started sobbing again. He was quick to lean down on his knees in front of you and gently embrace you. “It's alright… you want to talk about it?”.

Gosh you wanted to, you badly needed to. You wanted to scream and shout and curse him out but you couldn't right now, not in this state. Not when Hannibal was holding you like you were precious and fragile, that would destroy the moment. You liked that man, you loved the man actually. You've only known him for some months but he's been the most genuine guy you've met.

It would be lying if you said that you weren't enjoying this a little too much. That you weren't happy that your father was an asshole after all because that gave you an excuse to run into his arms, to cry out loud and to spend time with him.

You got up, still holding onto his arms and he stood with you, caressing your shoulder. “Cry it out, we don't have to talk about it my dear”, he whispered in his silky smooth voice. If you could glue yourself to him at this very moment, you'd do it in a heartbeat.

He started to rock you gently. You closed your eyes, taking a big breath. “It was about school again…”, you mumble after a moment, tears still streaming down your face. He nodded, waiting for you to continue. “... I failed my exams this semester… it's a lot of pressure, you know? I'm so close to graduating but I don't know if I can do it”, you sigh before burying your face into his neck.

“Of course you can, darling, you're brilliant! And you're strong. Do not let your father get you down. Show him that you're more than what he sees you as”, he moved his head to look down at you, his breath fanning your ear. This moment felt strangely romantic all of a sudden and your hands moved almost by themselves.

The way your hands went down from his neck to his torso in a gentle slide didn't go unnoticed to him. “Heard me sweetheart?”. He gently moved your head, cradling it with both of his big, warm hands. He stared down at your face before moving his thumb to wipe a single tear. “Did anybody ever tell you that you're pretty when you cry? Such a pretty crier…”, he mumbled.

The both of you could feel the pull. You wanted him and he knew that by the way your eyes were full of desire. “I think I like you Dr. Lecter..”, you blurted out before catching yourself and pulling away, “Uh, I'm sorry”, you cursed yourself under your breath.

“Don't be”, he chuckled lowly, shaking his head. “You don't mean that, I get it. It just flew past your lips”, he smiled. You frowned slightly, “No I meant it.. I like you”. That little frown earned a raised eyebrow from Hannibal. “Sweetheart, I'm older than you.”, he tilted his head, studying you.

“And?”, you scoff. I'm 22, I know what I want.”.

“And what do you want?”, he looked right at you with a stoic face. “I-”, damnit that gaze! You moved closer to him and whispered, “this..”, you crashed your lips against his roughly, clinging to his arms. His body went rigid, definitely not expecting this before he gave in, kissing you back with favor.

You had to break the kiss after a moment to breathe and you opened your eyes, realizing that there's blood on Hannibal's lip. “Woah, what-”, you mumble. “You bit my lip pretty hard sweetheart”, he chuckled before wiping it away with the back of his hand. “I'm sorry, are you okay?”, you moved to cup his cheek and he smirked.

“I'm alright darling. You can stay over tonight if you wish. The guest room is yours”, he nodded and gently hugged you. “Rest well, I'll drive you home tomorrow”, he rested his chin on your head. “Thank you..”, you mumbled, hugging him tightly.

You had no idea how your relationship with him was gonna evolve but tonight, he erased your worries and that's more than you could have asked for.

Note: I do not know what I was on when writing this. I apologize. I did proofread this time!! I'll try to get back to writing, I promise!! Hope I can feed my Hannibal girlies some more writings, TAKE CAREEEEE!! LOVE YOUUUUU!!! <3

•Pearl/Swirls divider by: @pagedgaps

•Flower and Lace Divider by: @mieluno

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HII GUYS!! Its been a while, those past months have been very very busy. I hope that everybody's doing good! Just wanted to let you guys know that I'll be posting again in some days. I will be working on a serie too so yeah, hope you'll like it.

Bye loves, see you <3

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HIIII MY LOVESSS!!! I JUST STARTED WATCHING BREAKING BAD AND I WAS LOOKING FOR SOME DIVIDERS! IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY SAVED, PRETTY PLEASEEEEEE SEND EM MY WAY🤭 ("Better call Saul" as well if you've seen any)

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HELPING HAND

Kinktober Masterlist!!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

warnings: masturbation, Orgasm Control, blowjob, Daryl creaming his pants, premature ejaculation

word count: 1.7k

Daryl and you have had a spark since Atlanta. You two have been giving each other flirtatious looks, flirtatious comments even. To you, you two were just joking around but to him, it was not just a joke, he liked you. And as much as he'd want you to know, he was scared shitless of the possible rejection or worse, getting with you only to lose you shortly after.

You've grown close now, living in the prison. You two went scavenging together, looked for survivors together and even came to share a sleeping space for the other survivors to get a room too. Daryl was in heaven, having you in the same room as him at night made him euphoric.

Whoever, when you were fast asleep and his hands were unoccupied, things got steamy in the cell room. He's been fighting the urge to touch himself to your beautiful face for almost 30 minutes now, you were tucked under the cover, facing his way and sleeping soundly.

He kept on cursing at himself not to do it, that it was risky and obscene but his hand found its way almost instantly, slipping under the cover to his waistband and with another glance at you, he slid it in. Stroking it softly while looking at your face.

“Oumph-”, his hips buckled as his hands work overtime on his aching length. He bit his lips, shifting on the bed to get a better view of your face and pushing his pants down, letting his dick spring free, full of tension.

He stroked it one slow time to get the feeling to last, then another, squeezing slightly. “F-fuck”, he mutters before switching hands and sitting up, still keeping it covered under the cover.

He closes his eyes as he rocks and rut against his palm, needing the image of him doing it to you while thrusting his hips. He bites his lips, but then, the bed creaks. He opened his eyes, panic etched deep. He takes a look at you, ensuring that you're asleep before cursing at himself for doing that.

He zips his pants up and settles back in bed, beet red and still on the edge. He tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity to him before starting to rut against the bed, slowly so as to not make the bed creak again. It was less riskier than taking it out, he thought.

He rocks his hips in a steady and sensual motion while letting out a groan. He was chasing the feeling, completely out of it. He needed to come. He was scared of getting caught so the least he could do is that.

Then suddenly-

“Daryl..?”, he heard your sleepy voice calling out. He turned around like a deer caught in a headlight. He wished you didn't just see what he was doing but fuck- “Let me help”, you smiled softly.

His brain short circuit, his throat suddenly dry. “What?”, he frowned slightly, not because he was upset, oh no, his heart was doing summersaults at the thought of what you were probably asking but he wasn't sure if he heard you right, if this is real, he was asking out of pure confusion.

“Let me help, is what I said..”, you mumbled before straddling his lap, he didn't have time to react so he went still, hands clenching at his side. He opened his mouth to speak then closed it. He was suddenly hyper aware of your warmth and he just looked at you and where you were sitting.

He was not going to pass on the opportunity, oh no, but he was scared. Scared of the feeling that he's taking advantage of you. “What are ye doing sweetheart? Get off me”, he tried to get you off him gently but you pressed harder on his lap to not move and he threw his head back, whimpering before snapping his head back up and covering his mouth.

Not only was he on the edge and you just pressed down on him- he creamed his pants. With a groan, he nodded as if giving you permission, in that moment, after that gesture, all he needed was your hands on him.

You smiled and pulled down his already flimsily zipped pants, leaving him in his creamed boxers, “Oh?”, you laughed. Not to mock him, it was pure surprise. “That just happened?”

He hid his face with his arm out of pure embarrassment. “Stop It..”, he mumbled before looking at you, looking through you even, his eyes full of desire, desires he's been suppressing.

You leaned down on him, gently tugging his boxer off and looking at the mess he made, you licked your lips gently, hand reaching to wipe some precum off and licking your fingers while maintaining eye contact. His eyes widened and lewd thoughts took over his mind. “Oh fuck…”, he mutters.

You giggle before reaching to stroke it, one slow stroke from bottom to top which made his veiny length stand even more. You spit on it before kissing the tip, looking at him for his reaction. He bit his lip and threw his head back, one hand flew to your hair, not to control your head but just to keep you there.

Another kiss, then another one and then- You engulf half of his length, one hand stroking the base and the other squeezing his balls and fucking hell- his hip buckled as he ejaculated in your mouth. A hot and long rope of cum hitting your mouth, you pull back, his hand slipping away from your hair, spitting the cum away and Daryl quickly sits up and pulls his boxer on. “Fuck, I'm sorry- I.. Fucking hell..”, he rubs his face and you giggle.

You giggle. Just giggle. Before looking back at him, “You're good, I didn't mean to spit it out, it caught me off guard, that's all”, you reach out and kiss his cheek, “Lay down”, you whisper into his ear. An order to which Daryl obeys instantly, his head was still spinning from his climax and the sudden stop.

You remove his boxer again and lean down, putting your thumb on tip, your mouth finds his ball, sucking one, your free hand caresses his hip gently as you focus on his right ball. “Easy… you'll cum when I tell you, ‘right?”, you whisper. Hearing no answer, you pull back completely and he lets out a shaky breath, his legs tensed. “Yeah..”, is the only thing he can get out of his dry throat. Gosh, he wanted it, he was down bad.

You gently take his dick in your mouth again, your head bobbing up and down while your hands stroke the side of his length. His hand goes back to your hair as he breathes heavily.

This. This was something out of Daryl's deepest, darkest fantasies. You between his legs, giving your whole undivided attention to his manhood. He was thinking of all the time he'd think of him fucking you rough as a first time and here he was, getting a blow job and prematurely ejaculating into your mouth.

His gaze was on you the whole time, on your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock. The cock he used to jerk off whenever he would fantasize about taking you. His hips buckle involuntarily as you engulf more of his cock. It touches the back of your throat and you gag.

“I'm Sorry! Shit.. Shit-”, he immediately apologize and attemps to gentle pull your face away but you take all of him, your lips touching the base and his eyes rolls back, legs shaking.

His grip on you hair tightens as he moans, a low, throaty moan. “Yer killing me..”, he rasp out. His hips jerk up, wanting more of it but you pull back gently, a string of saliva connecting his cock to your lips. You smile and wipe your lips.

“You did good”, you stroke him again, the pace slow one again. “I'll let you cum..”. You swirl your tongue around the head then slowly trail your tongue from his tip to his balls, leaving a small kiss on them before kissing around his groin just to get him even more heated up.

He groans and grips the sheets. He looked so very pathetic like that. “Please…”, he rasp out, eyes closed. “Um.. fuck..”, his hips jerks up as your lips touches his skin. “Please”, he pants.

All that begging turned you on and gosh, you were getting off to sucking him off and from his flushed, sweaty face. In one swift motion, your lips are around his ball, sucking it while your hand shakes his penis. He groans and sit up abruptly, hands to your cheek. “Yer doing so good… Ah fuck~”. You push him to lay back as you spit on his shift and take it in your mouth again.

He lays back down with no protest. Your cheeks hollow around his dick as your head moves. Your hands travels to his lower stomach, caressing the skin there. Daryl let's out a loud moan, loud enough for everyone to hear before he bite on his hand, head falling back.

Your lips curves in a smile around his penis before going faster. Determined to make him reach climax. Your lips goes up, almost all the way up before shake your head from side to side as you go back down. Daryl's hips bucks once, then twice when you repeat the same movement.

The moment his tip scratches the back of your throat, he groans into his hand, his eyes rolling back and his legs shaking as he reaches climax. “Yer- oh fuck!... Ahhh~”, he squeezes his eyes shut. He shoots a thick load into your throat, hands shooting out to hold your head in place as his hips buckled into your face.

You almost choke from the force of the load. Your eyes starts watering but you stay in place, swallowing as much as you can. He slowly let's go of your head, his body going limp. You pull back, semen dripping from your mouth. You cough before wiping your eyes and mouth only to see him passed out.

You shake your head and look at the mess you two made on his bed. Who would have thought that the Big, Scary Daryl Dixon was a sub..

notes: Here we go!! First kinktober post! I am very upset at myself for not starting earlier :( and I also apologize if there is any mistakes, I did not proofread, it's late at the moment and I am sleepy but I really wanted to post it. I am truly sorry if it doesn't meet your expectations, I will try to write better! Also, this is the first smut I wrote, I was kinda nervous. Excuse the lame smut💔

•Black dividers by: @saradika-graphics

•Warning divider by: @cafekitsune

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Damn this is something I needed without even knowing and the writing is so so good!!!😝

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OMGGGG YAYYYYYYYY!!! IM SO GLAD THAT PPL ARE ENJOYING THE FIC!! THERE'S MORE SUB DARYL COMING🤭🤭

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Fanfic writer curse is real💔 It's with great regret that I inform you all that my Kinktober Masterlist has been postponed :( I'm really not doing good at all and won't be able to write or post and I know that Kinktober is an October special but I'll have to continue it in November. I'm really sorry to disappoint, I really wanted to participate

[sarawrrrrispunk]

I wasn't expecting October to be this busy for me-😭😭 I had to remove some prompts from the Kinktober Masterlist because I don't know if I'll be able to do all of them, I'm sorry😞 I removed 2 Rafe one's because I have no OBX lover on here, the Lip Gallagher one because again, I haven't seen any Shameless fans around here (I am keeping the Kev one and working on it though😛) and 1 Reed Richards one, there's a lot more of him in the masterlist so don't worry😎

[sarawrrrrispunk]

LATE NIGHT VISIT

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST!!

Pairing: Jim Hopper X Reader

Warnings: Unprotected p in v, creampie, smut

Word Count: 1.5k

You've been seeing Jim for 7 months now, no strings attached, no promises of what will be, just stress relief and cuddles afterwards. The issue for you is that he's been distant lately, always busy with work or saying that he is too tired to have sex. You've been on the verge of barging at his work place and having him take you right there.

So here you were, lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited for him to come home. You could swear that the clock was tickling agonizingly slower than usual. You were grateful to him for giving you a spare key or you would have had to wait for him outside. All because you were desperate to see him.

The front door swings open and then shuts behind him. You hear loud footsteps approaching the bedroom and when he gets in, you see him. The man you've been craving for a week or so now. The man you've been needing badly. “Hey, you're here..”, he mumbles tiredly before kicking his shoes off and removing his shirt.

You could swear that you saw a glimpse of desire flash in his eyes as he removed his shirt and you were certain that he was going to pounce on you like a wild animal but he sat on the bed instead, back facing you. “I had a rough day at work love..”.

“Okay..”, you nod before coming to sit on your knees behind him, messaging his shoulders. “I'll take care of you then”, you whisper in his ears before gently nibbling on his earlobe. He groans as you massage the knot on his shoulder. “A little bit to the right… ohh~”, you see the tension start to ease on his shoulders.

“Sweetheart.. ouhhh, I really like that..”, he mumbles and closes his eyes, relishing in the sensation of your hands on his shoulders. “Thank you for coming, baby.. I'm sorry for not being around lately.. just tired with work”, he leans his head back. One of his hands covers yours before taking it and leaving a sweet little kiss on your palm.

“It's alright baby..”, you smile before moving over and straddling his lap, “I made dinner so.. we can eat and then if you're up for it, we can make love”. You kiss his neck tentatively, hoping he won't decline because of how tired he is again.

Jim wraps his arms around you and flips you over with you beneath him before crashing his lips against yours. He parts your lower lip with his tongue, seeking entrance. “You want love? I'll give you love”, he whispers against your lips before trailing his hands underneath your shirt, fingers tracing the smooth expanse of your stomach before itching closer to your breast and squeezing them while kissing you sloppily.

You let out a soft moan, arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him closer. You return his kiss with favor. He slowly trails his lips down, kissing your neck. Your hands fly to the back of his neck as you bite your lower lip. If you had a penny for everytime Jim made you moan just from his mouth, you'd be a billionaire by now.

He pauses for a moment, gently cradling your head to remove your shirt before laying you down carefully. It was almost comical how fast he could go from gentle to animalistic. He starts kissing your chest, nibbling and peppering your skin with open mouth kisses as he goes lower and lower.

From your chest to your stomach where he holds you like you are made of porcelain while kissing the smooth skin there. From your stomach to your lower stomach where he gently licks. He does not go lower, he pauses the kisses and strokes your skin with his rough thumb, a contrast to your soft skin. “I'm sorry for not making time for you, Love”, he sighs as he lifts his gaze to meet your oh so loving one.

“No hard feelings.. you're here now my Jim”, you smile before sitting up and stroking his hair. “Now stop with the regrets of not fucking me and pound in me now before I dry out”, you tease before leaning back.

Those words, those filthy words going past your sweet lips sends a jolt of desire down his body and he lets his head fall down on your stomach. “Little tease… I told you to stop saying filthy things to me when I'm already hot and bothered..”, he rasps out before getting on top of you, both hands on your sides as he leans down to whisper in your ears.

“Your wish is my command, little miss”, one of his hands flies to his belt, unbuckling it with expertise. He's been in a situation like this more than once with you. He pushes his pants and boxers down before stroking himself. You look down, seeing his hand wrapped around his manhood. That big dick you've been wanting in you all week.

You giggle and lick your lips, “Put it innnn~”, you plead which earns you a soft chuckle from him. “Always so needy..”, he shakes his head before reaching to tug your jeans off leaving your panties on intentionally. He loved fucking you with your panties tugged to the side, that was something you noticed about him.

“What did I do to deserve this..”, his fingers gently tugs your panties to the side, exposing it to him. “You're fucking perfect”. He wastes no time and aligns his length to your warmth, pushing it in in one quick motion. You moaned loudly as it slips right where you felt the most pleasured. There was no lube needed, you were a wet mess from his kisses alone.

He stays still, letting you adjust to the sudden stretching before moving slowly, steadily. “You're doing a good job, taking it all in”, he whispers as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Tell me when I can move faster, okay?”, he drives himself in in a sensual rhythm. That was one thing that you absolutely loved about him, he always was very careful as to not hurt you.

You could barely focus on anything but him filling you and since you were feeling adventurous and very hungry for more- “Faster..”, you whisper, your hands gripping his arms for support. You were asking for trouble and you were aware but you needed this and you needed it now.

“Are you sure?”, he raised an eyebrow. You usually wait longer to give him the green light and here you were, asking him to go faster not even 10 minutes in. You nodded and he pushed himself almost all the way out before pushing right back in with a force that makes your eyes roll back and your legs shake from pleasure. “Oh Jim~”, you moan loudly, hands gripping his arms tighter.

“Easy.. you're doing a good job”, he coos, caressing your stomach while increasing his pace, going faster and faster while his eyes stay on you, searching for any signs of discomfort. You moan every time he drives his cock right back inside, hitting your pleasure spot just right, ravaging your insides.

He pounds in faster, each thrust earning a soft moan from you. “Jim~”, your shaky hands grip his hand and he pauses. “You're okay? Need me to stop?”, he rasp out, his face sweaty as he looks at you. “Kiss me.. don't stop..”, you whisper and he's quick, leaning closer and kissing your lips while driving himself in you, deeper and faster, your walls clenches around him as his hips meet your ass.

He groans into your mouth, increasing the pace as he fucks you like an animal. “You wanted me to pound you, right? That's what you get for begging me to fuck you”, he groans against your lips before gripping your sides, lifting your ass up to get a better angle at your pleasure spot.

You moan loudly, hands reaching to grab onto anything that you could. You grip the sheets with one hand while the other grips the pillow next to your head. “Oh fuck~ Don't stop Jim~”, you cry out.

He pulses in you, one of his hands rubbing circles on your clit. You cry out even more, your release building in your stomach as your walls clenches again. “There~”, Jim groans, he feels your legs shake and grabs them to anchor you, his own release nearing but he was refusing to come before you, typical Jim.

Your eyes roll back as you let go, reaching climax. Jim continues to fuck you mercilessly, needing and wanting you to feel even more pleasure. He holds you and pushes in, as deep as he can as he finally empties himself in you, his hips jerking as he does. He stays still, letting you get thoroughly filled, still holding you.

After some minutes, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding while stroking your hair. He slowly pulls out of you, letting you lay down as he stares down at the mess, cum dripping down your hole that is still clenching around emptiness now.

He gets off the bed, grabbing tissue paper and cleaning you with an undeniable gentleness. “You did amazing sweetheart.. rest now.. I love you”, he kisses your cheek and then strokes it before pulling the covers over you. Him smiling down at you was the only thing you saw before drifting off to sleep

Notes: Here we go!!! I am 100% a Hopper girl. And I literally think he'd talk you through it and he'd try to be gentle! I had a busy day today as well but I eventually tried to get done with a kinktober fic!! I haven't really seen any Stranger Things fan on here and don't know if anyone would read it but yeah, I hope you enjoyed the badly written smut, freaks <3

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[sarawrrrrispunk]

HELPING HAND

Kinktober Masterlist!!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

warnings: masturbation, Orgasm Control, blowjob, Daryl creaming his pants, premature ejaculation

word count: 1.7k

Daryl and you have had a spark since Atlanta. You two have been giving each other flirtatious looks, flirtatious comments even. To you, you two were just joking around but to him, it was not just a joke, he liked you. And as much as he'd want you to know, he was scared shitless of the possible rejection or worse, getting with you only to lose you shortly after.

You've grown close now, living in the prison. You two went scavenging together, looked for survivors together and even came to share a sleeping space for the other survivors to get a room too. Daryl was in heaven, having you in the same room as him at night made him euphoric.

Whoever, when you were fast asleep and his hands were unoccupied, things got steamy in the cell room. He's been fighting the urge to touch himself to your beautiful face for almost 30 minutes now, you were tucked under the cover, facing his way and sleeping soundly.

He kept on cursing at himself not to do it, that it was risky and obscene but his hand found its way almost instantly, slipping under the cover to his waistband and with another glance at you, he slid it in. Stroking it softly while looking at your face.

“Oumph-”, his hips buckled as his hands work overtime on his aching length. He bit his lips, shifting on the bed to get a better view of your face and pushing his pants down, letting his dick spring free, full of tension.

He stroked it one slow time to get the feeling to last, then another, squeezing slightly. “F-fuck”, he mutters before switching hands and sitting up, still keeping it covered under the cover.

He closes his eyes as he rocks and rut against his palm, needing the image of him doing it to you while thrusting his hips. He bites his lips, but then, the bed creaks. He opened his eyes, panic etched deep. He takes a look at you, ensuring that you're asleep before cursing at himself for doing that.

He zips his pants up and settles back in bed, beet red and still on the edge. He tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity to him before starting to rut against the bed, slowly so as to not make the bed creak again. It was less riskier than taking it out, he thought.

He rocks his hips in a steady and sensual motion while letting out a groan. He was chasing the feeling, completely out of it. He needed to come. He was scared of getting caught so the least he could do is that.

Then suddenly-

“Daryl..?”, he heard your sleepy voice calling out. He turned around like a deer caught in a headlight. He wished you didn't just see what he was doing but fuck- “Let me help”, you smiled softly.

His brain short circuit, his throat suddenly dry. “What?”, he frowned slightly, not because he was upset, oh no, his heart was doing summersaults at the thought of what you were probably asking but he wasn't sure if he heard you right, if this is real, he was asking out of pure confusion.

“Let me help, is what I said..”, you mumbled before straddling his lap, he didn't have time to react so he went still, hands clenching at his side. He opened his mouth to speak then closed it. He was suddenly hyper aware of your warmth and he just looked at you and where you were sitting.

He was not going to pass on the opportunity, oh no, but he was scared. Scared of the feeling that he's taking advantage of you. “What are ye doing sweetheart? Get off me”, he tried to get you off him gently but you pressed harder on his lap to not move and he threw his head back, whimpering before snapping his head back up and covering his mouth.

Not only was he on the edge and you just pressed down on him- he creamed his pants. With a groan, he nodded as if giving you permission, in that moment, after that gesture, all he needed was your hands on him.

You smiled and pulled down his already flimsily zipped pants, leaving him in his creamed boxers, “Oh?”, you laughed. Not to mock him, it was pure surprise. “That just happened?”

He hid his face with his arm out of pure embarrassment. “Stop It..”, he mumbled before looking at you, looking through you even, his eyes full of desire, desires he's been suppressing.

You leaned down on him, gently tugging his boxer off and looking at the mess he made, you licked your lips gently, hand reaching to wipe some precum off and licking your fingers while maintaining eye contact. His eyes widened and lewd thoughts took over his mind. “Oh fuck…”, he mutters.

You giggle before reaching to stroke it, one slow stroke from bottom to top which made his veiny length stand even more. You spit on it before kissing the tip, looking at him for his reaction. He bit his lip and threw his head back, one hand flew to your hair, not to control your head but just to keep you there.

Another kiss, then another one and then- You engulf half of his length, one hand stroking the base and the other squeezing his balls and fucking hell- his hip buckled as he ejaculated in your mouth. A hot and long rope of cum hitting your mouth, you pull back, his hand slipping away from your hair, spitting the cum away and Daryl quickly sits up and pulls his boxer on. “Fuck, I'm sorry- I.. Fucking hell..”, he rubs his face and you giggle.

You giggle. Just giggle. Before looking back at him, “You're good, I didn't mean to spit it out, it caught me off guard, that's all”, you reach out and kiss his cheek, “Lay down”, you whisper into his ear. An order to which Daryl obeys instantly, his head was still spinning from his climax and the sudden stop.

You remove his boxer again and lean down, putting your thumb on tip, your mouth finds his ball, sucking one, your free hand caresses his hip gently as you focus on his right ball. “Easy… you'll cum when I tell you, ‘right?”, you whisper. Hearing no answer, you pull back completely and he lets out a shaky breath, his legs tensed. “Yeah..”, is the only thing he can get out of his dry throat. Gosh, he wanted it, he was down bad.

You gently take his dick in your mouth again, your head bobbing up and down while your hands stroke the side of his length. His hand goes back to your hair as he breathes heavily.

This. This was something out of Daryl's deepest, darkest fantasies. You between his legs, giving your whole undivided attention to his manhood. He was thinking of all the time he'd think of him fucking you rough as a first time and here he was, getting a blow job and prematurely ejaculating into your mouth.

His gaze was on you the whole time, on your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock. The cock he used to jerk off whenever he would fantasize about taking you. His hips buckle involuntarily as you engulf more of his cock. It touches the back of your throat and you gag.

“I'm Sorry! Shit.. Shit-”, he immediately apologize and attemps to gentle pull your face away but you take all of him, your lips touching the base and his eyes rolls back, legs shaking.

His grip on you hair tightens as he moans, a low, throaty moan. “Yer killing me..”, he rasp out. His hips jerk up, wanting more of it but you pull back gently, a string of saliva connecting his cock to your lips. You smile and wipe your lips.

“You did good”, you stroke him again, the pace slow one again. “I'll let you cum..”. You swirl your tongue around the head then slowly trail your tongue from his tip to his balls, leaving a small kiss on them before kissing around his groin just to get him even more heated up.

He groans and grips the sheets. He looked so very pathetic like that. “Please…”, he rasp out, eyes closed. “Um.. fuck..”, his hips jerks up as your lips touches his skin. “Please”, he pants.

All that begging turned you on and gosh, you were getting off to sucking him off and from his flushed, sweaty face. In one swift motion, your lips are around his ball, sucking it while your hand shakes his penis. He groans and sit up abruptly, hands to your cheek. “Yer doing so good… Ah fuck~”. You push him to lay back as you spit on his shift and take it in your mouth again.

He lays back down with no protest. Your cheeks hollow around his dick as your head moves. Your hands travels to his lower stomach, caressing the skin there. Daryl let's out a loud moan, loud enough for everyone to hear before he bite on his hand, head falling back.

Your lips curves in a smile around his penis before going faster. Determined to make him reach climax. Your lips goes up, almost all the way up before shake your head from side to side as you go back down. Daryl's hips bucks once, then twice when you repeat the same movement.

The moment his tip scratches the back of your throat, he groans into his hand, his eyes rolling back and his legs shaking as he reaches climax. “Yer- oh fuck!... Ahhh~”, he squeezes his eyes shut. He shoots a thick load into your throat, hands shooting out to hold your head in place as his hips buckled into your face.

You almost choke from the force of the load. Your eyes starts watering but you stay in place, swallowing as much as you can. He slowly let's go of your head, his body going limp. You pull back, semen dripping from your mouth. You cough before wiping your eyes and mouth only to see him passed out.

You shake your head and look at the mess you two made on his bed. Who would have thought that the Big, Scary Daryl Dixon was a sub..

notes: Here we go!! First kinktober post! I am very upset at myself for not starting earlier :( and I also apologize if there is any mistakes, I did not proofread, it's late at the moment and I am sleepy but I really wanted to post it. I am truly sorry if it doesn't meet your expectations, I will try to write better! Also, this is the first smut I wrote, I was kinda nervous. Excuse the lame smut💔

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