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i want all three of them so badly

💜

yeah i don't care..

Ok now because of @two-red-lungs 's headcanon about Marko being Italian (which I am now clinging to like it's a lifeline lol). All I can think about is

Marko getting so lost in pleasure while he's with his mate that he just completely forgets English and starts speaking Italian. If you don't understand it, be ready to just bask in the beauty that is him speaking it, head thrown back in pleasure while he completely loses his shit, you get a gist of what he's saying due to the tone, fluctuations in his voice, and overall breathlessness.

If you do speak it, it is some of the dirtiest, yet sweet and romantic shit falling from this boy's tongue. You're not quite sure how he could mix both how much he loves you, how good you feel taking him, and how he wanted to completely ruin you for anyone else, so you would never even think of straying (pfff as if you would). But he does, and it sounds like music to your ears.

When it's all said and done it still takes him a bit to learn English again. He's cuddling with you, basking in the afterglow and muttering soft little confessions of love against your skin.

Give the boy a bit, let him ride out the serotonin, he'll eventually start speaking so you can understand him again (if you hadn't been able to this whole time).

Puppet - A Måneskin Chapter Story

Updated every Monday at 8pm CET! (And sometimes even more!)

Summary: All you were hoping for when you moved in with the band for the summer was some relaxation, a little fun and hopefully as little awkwardness as possible. But then a very personal detail about your life slips out and suddenly you’re getting a lot more than you bargained for.

Content: Smut, a bit of fluff, more smut

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Chapters

Lesson One: It’s all about anticipation.

Lesson Two: Talk about it.

Lesson Three: Self-love.

Lesson Four: Take matters into your own hands.

Lesson Five: Use your words.

Lesson Six: The choice is yours.

Lesson Seven: Talking about it is half the fun.

Lesson Eight: Feel the buzz.

Lesson Nine: Find the rhythm

Lesson Ten: Tie him down.

Lesson Eleven: Let them hear.

Lesson Twelve: Watch and learn.

Lesson Thirteen: Safewords are made to be used.

Lesson Fourteen: Turn your brain off.

Lesson Fifteen: It’s all about unconventional problem-solving.

Lesson Sixteen: A taste of pain.

Lesson Seventeen: Learn to love.

Lesson Eighteen: Different ways to love.

Epilogue

Please note that I do not take requests. I simply take story suggestions. I have to like/be inspired by the idea to write it.

The Lost Boys Masterlist

Had to make a separate Lost Boys Masterlist cause I couldn't put any more links on my main Masterlist lol.

(Please note that I only write Female!Readers and Female!OCs..(afab))

❤️=Fluff

🌶️=Smut

💧=Angst

The Rut series

David

Dwayne

Marko

Paul

David

(Headcanons)

David used to be a gunslinger 💧

Modern!David song headcanon 💧

Song that makes Modern!David think of his past

(Stories)

Can you do mine too? (XReader)❤️

Dwayne

(Headcanons)

Dwayne with a short S/O ❤️🌶️

(Stories)

When you're unaware (xReader) ❤️

Christmas Surprise (xReader) ❤️

Don't blame me (xReader)💧❤️

Santa brought us snow! (xReaderxLaddie)❤️

Christmas Angel (xVampireReaderxLaddie)❤️

Santa is real! (xVampire!ReaderxLaddie) ❤️

Private time (xReader) ❤️🌶️

Best Christmas Ever! (XReaderXLaddie)❤️

Marko

(Headcanons)

Marko is Italian 🌶️

Calling Marko an Italian Stallion ❤️🌶️

Marko and his mate's son wanted to try drag ❤️

Marko has a sensitive (to touch) stomach ❤️🌶️

(Stories)

Biker Dad (xVampire!Reader) ❤️

Touch me (xReader) ❤️

Trust me (xReader) 🌶️

Ti amo (xReader)❤️

Take me away (xReader)💧❤️

Pop rocks (xReader)❤️

Knight in shining armor (xReader)🌶️

Paul

(Headcanons)

Paul is the group's hair stylist

(Stories)

One chip challenge (xReader) ❤️

All

(Headcanons)

Coming up behind you and sniffing your hair/neck

Earring headcanon #1 (What they look like)

Earring headcanon #2 (Origins)

Earring headcanon #3 (They give you their matching earring)

Order that they were turned, and a bit about their past lives.

"I'm so tired of men and their slutty little waists"

The boys trying to move their mate into their sleeping area

You gain characteristics of whoever sired you.

(Stories)

Incorrect Quotes

#1

#2

I wanted to do it so badly so i did it.

I didnt sleep a second this night lmao

Just gonna @ some people cause they made great content about Ouat : @prismatica-the-strange @mischievousgraxaim @truthmakesallthingsplain @themadlostgirl

Burn

kinktober #1: aphrodisiac

nsfw, daryl x fem!reader

You loved the forest. It was calming and peaceful. Despite how nice the Greene farm was, there was something about it that made you feel exposed. Here, among the trees, you feel protected.

Sun rays peek through the leaves, guiding you along as you pick up any edible vegetation you can find. As well as any pretty flowers you think Lori or Carol might appreciate. A bright pink mushroom stops you in your tracks.

You scavenged a book recently about all local Georgian flora, eagerly reading it front to back until you had it memorised. Even then, you'd sometimes clarify with Daryl, who knew a thing or two from his life of growing up in the woods. But this mushroom wasn't something you recognised.

You crouch carefully, staring at the thing while you consider your options. Maybe Daryl would know what it is. It was pretty regardless, and even poisonous mushrooms could be touched in most cases, so you add it to your basket without a second thought. After a little more walking, you trudge over to where Daryl's tent sits secluded from the rest.

You weren't technically friends, but you liked visiting him after your time in the forest. The first time you announced you were going out alone to forage, he looked worried, warning you not to “get lost like some dumbass.” You stopped by his tent later that day, mostly to prove you're alive and breathing. He curiously peered into your basket, and then sharing your finds with him became a regular occurrence then. He appreciated the visits, despite acting indifferent, finding you the most agreeable person by far in their little group. So he didn't mind so much.

You break out from the trees as you feel your body heating up. It was a little odd, but you chalk it up to the Georgian heat. By the time you reach Daryl's tent, however, you're stumbling and panting as your body burns.

“Daryl-” You choke out, voice layered with panic. His tent flap flies open after some rustling, and he rushes over to your side, frowning.

“You okay?” His accent thickens with his concern as he helps guide you inside, sitting you down on the cot. All you can do is grunt, desperately ripping off your light shawl. Why is it so hot? Daryl lifts your chin gently, trying to get you to focus enough to tell him what's wrong. It takes everything in you to not whine.

You shake your head, starting to explain that you don't know. He runs his gaze over you, pulling at your limbs to check for a walker bite. Nothing. His gaze shifts to your basket, desperate for any answer. He freezes as he spots the pink mushroom, swearing under his breath.

Daryl fidgets for a second, biting his thumb nervously before disappearing with your basket in hand to dispose of it. It feels like hours he's gone and by the time he comes back, you're practically writhing on his cot. He crouches by your side, running his hand over your hair soothingly. You give him a look. He knows what's wrong, but he doesn't seem keen on telling you. He clears his throat.

“it's an aphrodisiac, that pink mushroom,” you frown as he explains, confusion laced with worry. “Ain't gonna kill ya, just painful if you're not being uh… stimulated.”

…Stimulated?

Oh.

Your body somehow feels hotter, and now all you can think about is how nervous and flushed Daryl looks at your side.

“Help me.” You feel just as shocked you said that out loud as he looks. He doesn't hesitate to shake his head.

“Nah, you're not in your right min-”

You cut him off. “I'm asking before I'm not in the right mind.”

He sighs, chewing on his thumb nervously again as he looks over your flushed body. Clearly considering it. When he finally speaks again, his voice is raspy. “Fine.”

Your clothes are off before you know it, face down in Daryl's pillow as he takes time to stretch you out with his fingers. Surrounded by his scent and touch, you can't decide if it's too much or not enough. “Hurry, please.” You arch your back further into his hold.

“Patience, woman.” He pulls back anyways, unbuckling his belt as swiftly as he can. He handled the mushroom as carefully as he could, so why does he feel like he needs you so desperately?

You sigh into his pillow as he rubs the head of his dick at your entrance before pushing in slowly. Despite how it felt like he took forever preparing you, he feels massive once he's fully inside. “God-”

Daryl doesn't wait to start moving his hips, his hands gripping either side of your waist to pull you back against him. You moan loudly with every thrust, causing Daryl to yank you up so he can press a hand over your mouth. His grunts and pants are directly by your ear now. “Gotta be quiet.”

You can't focus. Whether it's the mushroom or him, you can't tell. He seems to sense it somehow, the underlying burn of the aphrodisiac and how desperate you are to quell it. He holds you up as best he can, snaking his free hand down to rub over your clit in a way that has your eyes rolling back. You cum then, intense and unexpected. He lets your body rest mostly back onto the bed, but he doesn't stop.

He keeps fucking you through it, one hand still over your mouth and the other rubbing circles over your sensitive core until you're cumming again. Only then does he pull away. Pumping himself through his own orgasm, he grabs your ass as he comes onto it.

You collapse onto the bed, exhausted. Despite dealing with the effects of the aphrodisiac, there's still a warmness inside of you. A comforting kind. Daryl plops down on the bed next to you, as far away as the tiny bed allows. His expression is unreadable, but you work up the courage to shift closer anyway. He bites his lip, looking a little nervous again. You can't resist cupping his face.

“Do you regret it?” His tone is laced with melancholy, and there's a rare look of vulnerability in his eyes. Like he's expecting a yes.

“Do you regret helping me?”

“Nah.” You both huff out a tired laugh at the ridiculousness of everything that just happened. At least now you have each other.

ponyboy: "is somebody gonna match my freak?" the gang: *silent* johnny: "your name is ponyboy... nobody's gonna match your freak."