#like when I was in the mines it just felt like. SUCH a fact of life. the fear existed for too long and we all got used to it

[splendidcas]

At Last (Part 2)

read part 1 here!

Pairing: Johnny Storm x AFAB!Soulmate!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: smutty smut smutttttt at the end, oral (m + f receiving), use of pet names like princess and babygirl (no daddy kink involved), cursing, johnny is a needy lil lover boy

Summary: Now that you've found your soulmate, it's time to meet the family. I'm shit at summaries

A/N: I rly just sat here for 5 hours straight writing this bro lmao jesus anyways it's been years since I wrote smut so pls excuse any rustiness, hope it's good sexy timeessssss. feedback gives me life!

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The Etta James record had ended a while ago, but neither you nor Johnny had paid it any mind. You certainly couldn’t focus on anything else, not while Johnny’s lips were currently attached to your neck. 

“God, I could kiss you for forever,” he mumbled against your skin.

The two of you had been making out for god knows how long, and your head and heart were spinning. All you could focus on was how good his lips felt against your skin, the way your body seemed to innately know that this man was made for you, the only thought rattling around in your brain was “he’s mine, he’s mine, he’s mine.”

His lips finally started trailing lower at the same time your hands did, and that’s when a knock sounded at his door, startling you both out of your stupor. 

“Johnny?”

The two of you barely had any time to react before Sue Storm was opening the door, a surprised expression on her face when she walked into the room. Your hands were on Johnny’s chest, his on your waist, and Sue gave Johnny a knowing look. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize Johnny had a guest,” she remarked, a small smirk on her face. 

Johnny placed his hands on your shoulders, an excited look on his face. “Why, dear sister of mine, this is not just any guest. This…is my soulmate.”

Sue blinked in shock, her eyes suddenly taking you in fully, before she laughed in delight. “Oh—oh my god! I don’t know what to say, I mean…wow, it is so great to finally meet you!” She immediately rushed over to give you a crushing hug, granting a quick kiss to your cheek. “I’m Sue Storm,” she said, grinning.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, breathless and blushing. “It’s an honor to meet you.” 

Sue gave you one last look and smile, squeezing your arm affectionately before turning to her brother. “Well I really hate to interrupt this, but the gala’s about to end and the firm wants us to say our goodbyes to the guests.” 

Johnny nodded, and Sue began to head out of the room before turning around briefly. “It’s truly so wonderful to meet you, Y/N.”

You smiled. “You too.” 

Sue left the door open a crack after she left, and Johnny turned to you then, holding your hands in his. “Would it be okay if you hung back in the crowd? I honestly don’t think I want to share you with the world just yet.” He smiled nervously, thumb brushing the back of your hand.

Reality truly set in at his admittance. The world. The whole world would soon find out who you are, what your life is like, who you are to Johnny. Your life may never be truly private again…and the fact that Johnny had even considered that was something you genuinely appreciated. You weren’t quite ready to be shared with the world either. 

“That’s completely fine. I don’t think I want you to share me quite yet either.” 

Johnny smiled. “I’ll find you after?” You nodded, and he placed a quick kiss to your hand before jogging after Sue.

Whew. You couldn’t stop smiling, your mind still reeling from your brand new reality. Never in your wildest dreams was your soulmate ever actually Johnny Storm. You briefly considered pinching yourself, but not even your dreams could feel as real as Johnny’s lips against yours. 

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, before walking out of Johnny’s room and back to the gala. You realized, walking towards the middle of the crowd, that you felt completely at ease now. Because now, it felt like you belonged here. 

“Attention,” Reed Richards appeared from above on the balcony overlooking the crowd as he tapped the glass he was holding, and Ben, Sue and Johnny appeared beside him. You could see Johnny scanning the crowd, and once he found you, he gave you a grin and a wink, making your heart skip a beat. The crowd went quiet for the first time this evening at Reed’s words. “Thank you all so, so much for being here with us tonight. I truly feel like we’re going to change lives with the amount of money we have raised. I want to give a special thank you to our incredible PR firm for putting this all together for us. You all are amazing, and we truly appreciate every one of you. Unfortunately for Sue and I, baby duty awaits, so we’ll have to call it a night.” A chuckle rang through the crowd. “Goodnight everyone, get home safe!”

The crowd finally began to disperse, and you walked over to lean against the wall as you waited for Johnny. 

“Y/N?”

You looked up, and finally someone from your PR firm had found you. Your boss.

“Hey, how was your evening?” You asked.

“It was lovely. How was yours? Everything you ever dreamed of?” She smirked. She was the person you begged for a ticket, so you were certain she figured you were a superhero fangirl. 

“Uh,” you began, when you spotted Johnny jogging down the steps, making a beeline for you. You tried to hide your smile. “Yep, totally,” you said, trying to sound sarcastic. “I really do appreciate you getting me this ticket. You have no idea what it means for me.”

“No problem. Just remember it comes out of your paycheck for the next 6 months!” She said as she walked away. 

Johnny finally made his way to you as the last of the crowd finally made their way out of the building.

“Hi,” he said, beaming at you.

Your grin could probably split your face in two. “Hi.”

Johnny opened his mouth to speak, when another voice rang out. 

“Who’s this?”

Reed Richards made his way down the stairs with an intrigued look on his face, Ben and Sue following close behind with knowing smiles.

“That’s Johnny’s soulmate,” Ben and Sue said simultaneously. They both turned to each other in confusion.

“How’d you know that?” All three of them asked each other at the same time. 

You giggled. “Does that happen a lot?” You leaned in to ask Johnny quietly. 

“More than you would expect,” he murmured.

Reed finally approached you, holding his hand out for you to shake. “Reed Richards. It’s…a pleasure to meet you.” He looked between you and Johnny, the gears turning in his head as if he was trying to figure you and your dynamic out. 

You shook his hand, nervous butterflies twirling in your stomach at being in a room alone with the most famous superheroes on the planet. “The pleasure is all mine, truly.” 

“So, when did you two meet?” He asked. 

“Tonight,” Johnny replied. “I spotted her wearing my ring.” 

“And he had on the bracelet I made him this year,” you added. 

Reed gave you a small smile. “That’s wonderful. Congratulations to you both!”

“Alright, it’s my turn,” Ben suddenly interjected, walking over towards you before giving you a sweet, crushing hug and lifting you in the air, a surprised laugh escaping you. “It’s so great to meet you, Y/N.”

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Johnny asked, staring at you with pride. “I can’t stop staring at her.” 

Ben, Sue and Reed all exchanged surprised but happy looks. Johnny had always been forward with women in the past, but never so much so in front of his family. “That she is, Johnny,” Ben agreed. “That she is.”

Sue walked over to you and placed a hand on your back, ushering you towards the kitchen. “I know it’s late, but could I make you something to drink?”

“I would love that.”

You and Sue made your way over to the kitchen while the guys hung back, watching the two of you talk. 

“So, how do you feel, Johnny?” Ben asked.

Johnny was still staring at you in wonder. “I’m in love,” he sighed.

Ben chuckled, and Reed raised his eyebrows in surprise. Johnny narrowed his eyes. “I know, I know. I only met her a few hours ago. But—“

“It’s okay,” Reed interjected. “That’s how it’s supposed to feel with your soulmate. It’s just..strange to hear you talk like that is all.”

“I know,” he agreed. “But man, it’s…wow.” 

“You certainly have a way with words, Johnny,” Ben teased, earning him a glare. 

“Boys?” Sue called out from the kitchen table next to you, earning the men’s attention. “You three gonna stand there and stare or would you like to join us?” 

All of you sat around their kitchen table, and you were surprised to realize that this all felt…normal. Comfortable, even. Like this is the way it was always supposed to be, despite the fact that you were sitting with people who saved the world on a daily basis while you had sat back and watched on your television screen. 

Reed was the first to speak, his eyes on the shining ring sitting perfectly on your left hand. “So you two are already…engaged?” 

You and Johnny looked at each other and smiled bashfully. “We are,” he answered, his hand finding yours under the table. 

Reed was quiet, clearly having a million thoughts running through his head by the second.

“What are you thinking?” Sue asked, her eyes narrowed at her husband. “I know that look.”

“Nothing!” Reed exclaimed, holding his hands up in the air innocently. “It’s just…a bit quick is all.”

Johnny’s hand tightened around yours, almost protectively. 

“Reed, I don’t remember us even really talking much right after we first met. We were too busy…” Sue trailed off, giving him a look.

Johnny grimaced. “Okay, did not need to know that.” 

Sue laughed, shrugging. 

“Look at em’, Reed,” Ben said, gesturing to the two of you. “They look like they’ve been in love for years. Johnny’s practically got hearts comin’ out of his eyes.”

Johnny wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you laugh. “It’s true. I already feel like I’ve known you my whole life.” 

“And I, personally, have never heard Johnny talk like this with anyone else,” Sue pointed out with a smile. 

Reed looked at the two of you again before finally giving a small nod and a smile. “I do have to agree on that.” 

Johnny raised your interlocked hands to kiss your knuckles. 

“So Y/N, tell us about yourself?” Sue asked.

An hour later, the five of you were laughing hysterically, sharing life stories and memories, mostly embarrassing ones of Johnny, to your amusement. It was the most at ease around a group of virtual strangers you’d ever felt. But they weren’t strangers, not really. This…this was now your family.

“His fly was down the whole time,” Ben managed through laughter. “Didn’t tell him until after the camera’s stopped rolling.”

Johnny was smiling despite his blush. “Yeah, thank you again for that, by the way.” 

All of you were still laughing when a knock sounded at the front door. “Ah, that’d be the babysitter,” Sue said as she got up to answer the door.

Johnny leaned towards you then, muttering to you, “How are you? You okay?” You were suddenly very aware of the warm hand now on your upper thigh. 

You nodded, giving him a smile. “I’m perfect.” 

“That you are.” 

Sue wandered back into the kitchen, her babbling 8 month old son on her hip. “Babysitter said he just woke up from a nap, so he’ll be up for a while. He’s basically nocturnal at this point.”

Reed, Johnny and Ben stood up to greet their little guy, and you tentatively followed. 

“How’s my favorite little magic baby, huh?” Johnny exclaimed, grabbing Franklin’s foot and tickling it, making him giggle.

Sue turned towards you. “Franklin, this is Y/N,” she started, trying to get Franklin to look at you. “She’s gonna be your auntie someday.” 

You slowly approached him, giving him a warm smile and a wave. “Hey, little guy. You are so adorable.”

Franklin babbled happily and held his arms out towards you, surprising you.

“I think he wants you,” Sue grinned. “Do you want to hold him? Are you comfortable?” 

“Yeah, I’d love that.” 

You took little Franklin in your arms, laughing as he placed his little hands on your cheeks and giggled. You bounced him on your hip, talking nonsense to him as you slowly began walking around the room with him. 

“Johnny,” Sue said quietly as she stood next to Johnny. “She’s perfect. Seriously.” 

Johnny swallowed, still watching you play with his nephew in your arms. “I know. It’s a little scary, honestly. But I’m…I’m really excited. I wanna do this.”

Sue smiled. “I felt the same with Reed. Once you meet your person, everything starts happening all at once. But just…enjoy it. Take in every moment for what it is, and let yourself feel the way you feel. You’re supposed to feel totally in love and terrified at the same time.” 

Johnny looked down at his sister, giving her a small smile that she returned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Promise.” She squeezed her brother’s shoulder before making her way over to you, gently taking Franklin from your arms. “You two have had a very big night, and it’s getting pretty late, so we’ll leave you two alone.” 

“It was so amazing to meet you all,” you said. “Thank you all so much for being so welcoming.” 

“Don’t mention it,” Ben said. “You’re part of the family now.” 

Sue came over and gave you one last hug, Reed giving you a nod and a smile, and the four of them all went to their respective quarters. 

“So…” you began, biting your lip as you looked up at Johnny. 

He placed his hands on your hips, squeezing them gently. “So…”

Tension suddenly grew in the air, butterflies swarming your stomach as your mind wandered back to the way he’d been kissing you a few hours prior. “Um, I know it’s late, so I can head out…”

Johnny shook his head. “Stay. Please? I mean you could stay forever, if you wanted, but at least the night—”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’ll stay.” 

“YES.” He dramatically pumped his fist in the air before sweeping you off your feet and into his arms, bridal style, and walked you to his bedroom. 

“Oh shit, wait,” you exclaimed as he put you down. “I gotta call Violet so she doesn’t think I’m dead.” 

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead.” Johnny went over and closed his bedroom door, and you didn’t miss the fact that he actually locked it this time. He plopped down onto his bed and laid on his side, watching you as you placed your phone to your ear. 

“Violet? Hey, yeah I’m fine,” you began, mindlessly wandering around his room.

Johnny flopped backwards, his head hitting his pillow as he stared up on his ceiling while you spoke with your friend. This was, hands down, the best night of his life. You, the person he prayed to the universe for, dreamed about his whole life, were finally here. You were beautiful, and not just that, but you fit in with his family perfectly. It was abundantly clear that you were made for him, and Johnny had never been happier. Not even being in space could compare to the joy he was feeling now. 

“Ow,” you exclaimed, capturing his attention. He sat up and saw you holding your phone away from your ear, the sound of high-pitched screaming coming through the phone making you laugh and shake your head. “Vi. Violet. Yes, I know you told me so….put you on speaker? Fine, hold on.” You pulled the phone away from your ear again and pressed the speaker button. “Alright, you’re on speaker.”

“Johnny Storm?”

Johnny looked at you, quirking a brow as he spoke. “This is the one.”

“Holy shit!” Your friend exclaimed from the other line. “Listen, I just wanted you to know that I totally knew it was you the whole time! I tried to tell her but she refused to listen to me!”

Johnny laughed as you ran a hand down your face in exasperation. “I appreciate that, Violet. I only wish you could’ve brought her to me sooner.” 

Violet squealed, and you bit your lip at the hungry stare he was suddenly giving you. 

“Um, Violet, listen, I gotta go now,” you said, your voice a little higher pitched than normal, your eyes still trained on your soulmate’s. 

“Ohhh I get it, you two are gonna bone now,” Violet laughed through the speaker. 

“Violet!” You smacked your forehead, white hot embarrassment creeping up your neck while Johnny laughed out loud. “I’m hanging up now.”

“BYE, HAVE FUN BANGING A SUPERHE—“ You immediately hit the “End Call” button.

“I’m, uh. Sorry about her.”

Johnny chuckled, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. “Don’t be.” The silence that followed was charged with something else now, his eyes wandering freely over your form. “We could, y’know. If…you wanted.”

“Could what?”

Johnny looked around the room as if it were obvious. “Bone.”

You busted out laughing as you walked over and stood between his legs. Your hands found either side of his face, your thumbs affectionately brushing his cheeks. “How romantic.”

“Sorry,” Johnny muttered sheepishly, his hands coming up to rest on your waist. “New to the whole ‘soulmate’ thing.” 

You smiled. “I am too. But we can go at our own pace. However slow or fast we want.” 

Johnny swallowed thickly, his hands squeezing your waist. “And…how slow or fast would you like to go?” 

Your heart was pounding in anticipation, desire beginning to swirl in your lower belly. You couldn’t deny that all of this felt right, and timing be damned, you wanted him. So you said nothing, instead choosing to answer by leaning down and capturing his lips in a deep kiss. 

Johnny immediately let out a groan against your lips that sent heat directly to your core. He pulled you towards him by your hips until you were straddling him, your dress now hiked up against your waist and his hard length hitting your core perfectly. Your fingers carded through his hair as he kissed you harder, his tongue sliding against yours as he bucked his hips up into you. 

“Johnny,” you groaned, grinding down against him.

“God, yeah, say my name like that again,” he panted, his hands roaming over every inch of your skin that they could reach. 

You bit your lip, forehead resting against his as you continued to grind against him. His cock was rubbing against your clit with exact precision, growing desire building hotter. “Johnny,” you panted into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter. 

“Please let me see you,” he breathed out, staring up at you with wide, needy eyes. 

You got off his lap and stood up, removing the straps from your dress and letting it fall down to your ankles with a quiet thud, leaving you in a strapless bra and lace panties as you kicked off your heels.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. He got down onto his knees on the floor then, his hands slowly moving up your thighs as he stared up at you reverently. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You swore your heart fluttered inside your chest. There was Johnny Storm, on his knees for you, staring up at you like you were the answer to every prayer he’s ever had. And truly, you were. You were about to respond when he suddenly began pressing sweet, sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, and your brain immediately went fuzzy. His fingers went to the edge of your panties, yanking them down to your ankles before you stepped out of them. 

Your lower half now bare before him, your instinct was to hide yourself, but Johnny was having none of that, gently swatting your hands away. “No no no, please don’t hide from me, princess,” he muttered, eyes locked onto your core. His thumb pressed against your clit, the flash of sensitivity jolting you forward, your hands on his shoulders steadying you. “So fucking pretty, every part of you. Can’t believe this pussy is mine.”

Swoon. 

Johnny then replaced his thumb with his lips, his mouth wrapping around your sensitive bud and sucking hard. Your knees damn near buckled from the sensation, his wet, hot mouth wasting no time in tasting you completely. He licked a broad stripe through your soaked folds, a guttural groan escaping him at your taste. Your fingers tightened in his hair, instinctively pulling him closer to you, and his hands went around to squeeze your ass. 

“Fuck,” he panted, pulling away just slightly. “You wanna ride my face, princess?

Jesus H. Christ. You nodded vigorously, and Johnny lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He stood up, practically ripping his shirt and pants off and kicking his shoes off before laying back down on the bed, staring up at you expectantly. 

You bit your lip, grinning as you made your way over and climbed on top of him. His hot breath against your core alone was enough to have you shutting your eyes, the desire coursing through your veins making your heart race in anticipation. 

Johnny placed his hands against your ass and practically shoved you against his mouth, wasting no time in eating you like a man starved. At any other time, the sounds escaping your lips would’ve made you embarrassed. But you couldn’t care less, not when they seemed to spur Johnny on even more. Every whine, every moan that you let out had him bucking his hips up in the air, desperate for some kind of friction. You leaned backwards instinctively, hand reaching out and gripping his hard cock through his boxer briefs. 

“Fucking shit,” Johnny grunted against you, bucking up into your hand. His lips were relentless against your clit now, the wet sounds of his tongue against your soaking wet core so loud. It was unbearably hot.

“‘M close,” you whimpered, your hips grinding into his mouth. The coil low inside your belly was winding tighter and tighter, you just needed…

Johnny hummed against you, and the vibrations from his mouth were exactly what you needed to fall over the edge. Stars exploded behind your eyes as the pleasure coursed through you, his tongue working you through it with one hand still on your ass and the other grabbing at your breast.

Both of you panted as you came down, tired yet energized smiles on your faces. You climbed off of him and moved lower on the bed to straddle his legs, your face now inches from the tent in his underwear. You smirked at him.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he muttered, his head falling back onto the pillow. “You—you don’t have to…”

“I know,” you interrupted. Your hands gripped the bottom of his boxer briefs, pulling them down until his cock sprang free. You swallowed, staring greedily at him. He was perfection, and you wanted to taste him so bad. 

Johnny felt like he had just died and went to heaven. You were staring so prettily up at him, almost innocent-looking, like you weren’t about to suck him off. He was certain he looked stupid, his mouth hanging open in anticipation for what you were about to do, but he didn’t care. He was too focused on your pretty little mouth and the dirty things you were about to do with it. 

You leaned down and licked the entire length of his cock, one hand gently cradling his balls, the other gripping his thigh. The desperate, choked groan that came out of him had your pussy clenching, the sound spurring you on. You opened your mouth wide and took him all the way, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking. Johnny gasped, his hands finding their way to your hair as his hips bucked forward of their own accord. He was desperately moving the hair out of your face so he could see you, watch you move perfectly over his cock. You set up an easy rhythm, relaxing your throat as much as you could as tears hit the corners of your eyes. He was trying so hard not to lose control, his hips bucking up as you took him all the way, your hand still playing with his balls. 

“Wait wait wait,” he panted out suddenly, trying to gently pull you off of him. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that. “’s too good.”

You swallowed and nodded, wiping your mouth with a smile that made his cock twitch. 

“C’mere,” he muttered, holding his arms out for you. You climbed over his body and into his arms, kissing him once more. 

“Johnny,” you whispered against his lips. “Want you so bad.” 

He nodded, biting his lip. “I got you, baby girl.” 

He rolled over so you were underneath him now, his fingers interlocking with yours as he kissed you. You spread your legs wider for him, your free hand roaming the expanse of his back. He pulled away then, stopping just to look at you. You could feel his heart pounding, his breathing heavier. 

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” he admitted, his eyes roaming across your face. “Imagined what it would be like. What you would be like.” 

You reached up and placed your hand on his cheek, your heart warming at the way he nuzzled into it, his eyes briefly fluttering shut. “Me too. But it’s so much better than I could’ve thought.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. “Yeah, you are.” He kissed you again then, his hand gliding down to hike your thigh over his hip. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, unable to wait anymore, your hips bucking up desperately against him. “Please.”

The tip of his cock nudged against your entrance, the breath you were holding escaping you while you relaxed into it. He leaned down to rest his forehead against yours as he pushed deeper, your walls stretching deliciously to accommodate him. 

“God, you feel fucking incredible,” he grunted, eyes shut tight as he worked himself in. 

You cried out in relief as he bottomed out, the pleasure unbelievably intense, more than you’d ever experienced. This is what it’s always supposed to be like, you briefly thought. He set up an easy pace, pumping into you leisurely to allow you to adjust to him. His hands and mouth were everywhere, unable to get enough of you. All of your senses were on fire, and you needed more. 

“Faster,” you pleaded, lifting your hips upward to drive him deeper.

He lifted his head to look up at you, a flash of a grin on his face. “Yeah? You want it harder, princess?”

You nodded, and he wasted no time in giving you exactly what you asked for. He was fucking into you now at a punishing pace, so deep, so hard, that his headboard began slamming into the wall with his every thrust. 

The sounds in his bedroom alone were almost enough to make you come. The headboard hitting the wall, Johnny’s desperate panting and needy groans, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin. The pressure inside your lower belly began to build once more, your hips meeting his with every thrust.

“I’m close,” you whimpered, desperately clawing at his back.

He nodded against your forehead. “Yeah, yeah—fuck—me too.” He reached down to rub your clit, and that was all you needed for the dam inside you to break. The pressure built and built until it exploded, your hands gripping him tight as you shouted his name. He followed you over the edge moments later with a cry of your name, spilling into you until there was nothing left. 

The two of you caught your breath for several minutes, your head resting on his chest as his breathing evened out. He brought your hand up to his face, kissing your knuckles. 

“I know this is crazy,” he said quietly. “But I think I love you.” 

You beamed. If it were any other person but your soulmate, it would be crazy. But it wasn’t. It was the only thing in the world that actually made sense. 

You looked up at him, saw the vulnerability and nervousness in his eyes. Your thumb brushed his cheek, your heart squeezing with affection as he leaned into it. “I think I love you too.” 

Johnny’s smile threatened to split his face in two before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

Your eyelids were starting to feel heavy, the weight of the day finally getting to you. “‘M sleepy.”

Johnny nuzzled into your hair. “Me too. It’s okay. Sweet dreams, princess.”

The next morning, Johnny woke up before you did. Your back was to his chest, his arms wrapped around your middle, your hands tangled with his. His heart fluttered. It wasn’t a dream, he thought, smiling. 

Carefully and slowly, he untangled himself from you and left the bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him. He tiptoed to the kitchen, where Ben was having a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. “Morning,” Johnny greeted cheerfully, opening all of the cabinets and drawers. 

Ben furrowed his brow, turning around to look at Johnny. “Uh, morning, what are you doing?”

Johnny didn’t even turn to look at his friend as he searched for all the ingredients he needed. “Gonna make breakfast in bed for Y/N.”

“You’ve never cooked a day in your life.” 

Johnny finally looked at him, a sly grin on his face. “I know. That’s why you’re gonna help me.”

Ben sighed, shaking his head but standing up anyway. “Alright, fine. But only on one condition.”

“What?”

Ben looked at Johnny with a knowing, unamused expression. “You let Reed install the 100% soundproof walls in your room that he’s currently in his lab working on.”

Johnny furrowed his brow. “What? Soundproof walls, why?”

Ben stared blankly.

Oh. 

Johnny grinned sheepishly, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Deal.”

[kissbabie]

hii can i req jealous!sylus? 🙏🏻

tears rolled down your cheeks as sylus pounded you from behind, hips slapping against your ass while you whined into the pillow and desperately fisted the sheets.

"c'mon, aren't you going to say sorry to me, sweetie?" he cooed. he sounded almost gentle, if it weren't for the fact that he was so jealous right now, especially after seeing you giggle with other men and letting them touch all up on you earlier. but with the way he was pounding into you, his thick cock stretching your poor, overstimulated pussy to its limit, gasped moans spilled from your throat with every snap of his hips.

you felt like you were melting under the heat of him, your cunt raw and pulsing around his cock, slick dripping down your inner thighs while he pinned your waist down. “s-sylusss—mmnn, ah—!”, you moaned into the mattress, voice muffled and incoherent beyond recognition, barely able to breathe between the thrusts rocking your entire body. “m’sorryyy!”,

“fuck, sweetheart,” sylus groaned, forehead pressed to the back of your shoulder, breath hot against your flushed skin. “you're going to kill me. do you like torturing me? hey, feels good, doesn’t it?”

you sobbed, your fingers curling even tighter in the sheets, legs trembling. “y-yeah, fuck, yes, sylus, love your cock-! love you s’much-!”

his breath stuttered, and he let out a soft groan. “fuck, sweets. sound so pretty when you say it like that. say it again for me.”

“i love it,” you cried, back arching into his chest, mouth open and drooling into the pillow, your eyes rolling back. “love your cock, sylus, f-feels so good, wanna stay like this forever-!”

“you will,” he rasped, biting down softly on your shoulder. “you're not going anywhere.”

your walls clenched around him at his words as your orgasm coiled tight in your stomach. you could barely think, voice cracking as you whined, "g-gonna cum—sylus, please, can i?”

“yeah? c’mon, baby. let go for me."

your thighs shook violently as your cunt clenched down around him, gushing around his cock, soaking the base of it with your slick while your whole body tensed like you couldn’t handle even one more second of it. your mouth fell open in a silent moan before you cried out, “ah—fuck! sylus—fuckfuckfuck, m’cummingggg!”

“wow, baby,” he groaned, the way your walls gripped him driving him to the edge in seconds. “you're so tight when you cum- fuck, you’re milking me.”

you sobbed through it, face pressed into the sheets and pussy still spasming from the aftershocks while breathless moans tumbled from your lips. “d-don’t stop, ‘s too good—feels so good, sylus, love you, love you so much—!”

and with a low, almost desperate and whiny groan, sylus buried himself to the hilt, his hips stuttering as his cock throbbed inside you, spilling thick and hot spurts of cum with each pulse. “fuck—fuck, baby, y’gonna take all of it,” he moaned into your shoulder. “that's it. just like that. all mine.”

you both stayed like that — panting, trembling, covered in heat and sweat with his cum dripping slowly out of you as he collapsed gently against your back, still kissing at your neck like he hadn’t just lost his mind.

“shit,” he whispered against your skin. “you drive me insane.”

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[delilahsturniolo]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ LET THE GHOSTS HEAR . . . c.s & m.s

⤷ in which . . . you, matt, and chris stay at a haunted hotel for the night, it ends up turning into something more, despite the paranormal activity happening around you.

⤷ warnings . . . smut, threesome, (no incest or sexual interaction between chris/matt) dirty talk, paranormal activity, pet names, degradation, unprotected sex, fingering, eiffel tower position, body worship, a little spanking, hair pulling, blowjob, kissing, rough sex, overstimulation, face cumming, voyeurism idk??

⤷ written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

⤷ this wasn’t supposed to be apart of my one year special but i don’t have anything written for my last fic so i decided to just post this!!! thank you all so much for everything and i really hope you enjoyed my one year special, i can’t believe it’s already over, i loveee you alll!!!! <3

you don’t know who booked the haunted hotel, but you’ve got a pretty good guess. chris. smug smile when the woman at the front desk said “room 313, good luck.” matt just laughed, but you saw the way he looked over his shoulder while walking down the hallway, like he felt something watching too.

you should’ve taken the elevator creak as a sign. or the mirror cracked straight down the middle in the room. or the fact that the air is cold even though the heat’s on full blast. but none of that really matters once they have their hands on you. chris is the first to act, always is. he grabs your chin and backs you toward the bed, lips brushing your ear. “strip.” his voice is low. demanding. matt’s on the other side of the room, sitting in the old velvet armchair, watching with one hand down the front of his jeans, slow strokes already making his knuckles glisten. “do what he says, baby.”

you obey, heat pulsing between your thighs. the shirt hits the floor, your panties follow. chris kisses you hard, his mouth all tongue and teeth, fingers sliding between your legs to find how wet you already are.

“fuck, she’s soaked,” he growls. “you like this? knowing there’s something watching us? knowing we’re about to ruin you in some cursed ass room?” you whimper when he pushes two fingers into you, curling them, already finding that spot that makes your knees shake. behind you, matt stands, shirtless now, tattoos sharp under the shitty flickering light.

“bed. hands and knees,” matt says, voice low and controlled. “spread those pretty legs.” you get into position, chest pressed to the creaky mattress, ass in the air. chris moves behind you, jerking his cock slowly as he stares down at your dripping pussy. “look at her, suck,” he mutters, slapping your ass hard enough to make you jolt. “perfect little hole. made for us.”

you gasp as he slides in without warning, thick and rough, bottoming out with a groan. “so fuckin’ tight.” matt kneels in front of you, cock already hard, already leaking. “open your mouth, baby.” you do, letting him slide in deep, his hand tightening in your hair as you gag slightly around him.

and just like that, you’re fucked from both ends. chris’s cock slamming into you from behind, thick and fast and brutal, while matt fucks your throat slow, groaning every time your tongue swirls around the head. “she’s perfect like this,” chris pants. “so fuckin’ obedient.”

“take it, sweetheart,” matt murmurs. “take both our cocks like a good little slut.” you’re drooling around him, tears stinging your eyes from the stretch in your throat and the way chris’s cock pounds into you with zero mercy.

he slaps your ass again, harder this time. “this pussy’s mine tonight. m’gonna fill you up.” your moan is muffled by matt’s cock, but they feel it. your walls flutter around chris, your throat tightening around matt, and both of them groan.

matt smirks, thumb brushing the tears from your cheeks. “gonna make a mess of you, baby. get on your back after this so i can cum all over those tits, okay?” you’re shaking already, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and then—the mirror slams against the wall.

a gust of cold air rushes through the room. the lights flicker again. the door creaks open an inch. no one stops. matt just tightens his grip on your hair, dragging your mouth further down his cock. “ignore it.”

“let the fucking ghost watch,” chris spits. “this pussy’s haunted now too.” you’re soaked. cockdrunk. gagging and whimpering and clenching down hard around chris as you cum hard, hands clawing at the sheets. matt groans and pulls out of your mouth, jerking himself fast.

“fuck—tongue out, baby.” you do. he cums across your face, thick and hot and messy, groaning as it splashes over your lips and cheeks. chris grunts behind you, fingers digging into your hips as he buries himself deep and unloads inside you, warmth flooding your cunt. “take it,” he hisses. “take every drop.” your body collapses to the mattress, twitching and fucked out. the lights cut completely. the room goes dead silent.

© delilahsturniolo

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[m-robinavitch]

for thirst thursday, may i request either ❛ i'm not jealous. you're just mine. ❜ or ❛ you're mine. and don't you forgot it. ❜ with mister robinavitch, please? 🥺

finishing up thirsty thursday/freak nasty friday!

and these were too good I had to combine them!

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

Robby was a patient man- to a point. You both understood the arrangement you had. You were a resident and he was your senior attending- you’re sure there were at least three different sections in the employee handbook that forbade this kind of relationship but when you were underneath Robby and five orgasms in? It was so fucking hard to care. And it only made you more annoyed- because the new emergency surgery attending was able to flirt with him openly. She was able to touch his arm when he told a bad joke and throw her head back and- he let her.

So you let the EMT have your number when he asked later that day, young and goofy but cute and was giving you the attention that you craved. You weren’t gonna call- you just needed that reassurance that you were desirable. That you weren’t something to be ashamed of or hide. Even if you knew Robby couldn’t help the situation you were both in- you were mad and spiteful at the fact that he still flirted with her at all. So when he cornered you in the supply room you rolled your eyes- telling him jealousy was an ugly color on him and completely ignoring the fact that jealousy was the reason you started this fight in the first place. He had you pressed up against the wall- hand just teasing underneath your scrub top, thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin with his forehead pressed against your own.

“I’m not jealous sweetheart, you're just mine,” his words were soft, but sharp like he was stating a fact. Stupid fucking possessive man. Getting into a fight over someone flirting with you and yet he expected you to what? To watch him turn every color of crimson available when some pretty attending tells him he looks like he’s been working out. The worst part was that if you continued, if you let him kiss you- you’d give in and forget this whole situation. So you scoff- shove past him out of the room before your heart and pussy could make your decisions for you. But he didn’t let you get far. Easily he grabbed you by your bicep- pulling you deeper into the room before shoving you back against the wall and pressed a thick strong thigh between your legs to keep you from leaving.

“Talk to me sweetheart,” despite his rough and frustrated disposition- Robby wanted to know what he could do to fix this. He saw the way your face dropped when he was being fawned over- saw the way you bit your lip in anger and turned before you could see him reject her advances. He didn’t even say sorry when he said he was taken- he had nothing to apologize to her for. But he had everything to apologize to you for. Slowly his hand dipped under your waistband, already familiar with the path to your aching pussy and smiling when you give in so easily to him. “Tell me what’s wrong.” His voice remained strong- groaning just a bit when he felt your wetness and starting slow circles around your clit. It was like a stress reliever. Once he touched you the floodgates opened and you were mumbling about how you hated seeing him flirt with her and how unfair it was that you couldn’t openly be together- and every word was a whimper and whine while Robby’s thick fingers worked you the way he knew you liked.

“Is that why you gave that EMT your number?” Robby’s voice was harsher now, fingers dipping down to tease your entrance while his thumb continued the slow steady circles around your clit. His other hand came up to grab your jaw- to force you to look up into his eyes while you nod and tell him yes. Yes you wanted to make him jealous. That’s cute. You think he’d be intimidated by a kid. A kid who probably couldn’t make your pussy clench like Robby could- groaning when a second fingers joined in on the rubbing against that spot inside your wet pussy that he’s come to know so well. So well, in fact, that he knew you were seconds away from cumming. “You’re mine, and don't you forget it, okay sweetheart?” His fingers stopped- hand pulling itself away from your cunt as he gave a mean laugh when you whined at him. He’ll remind you again tonight.

[theskywithin]

🌀 What Your Inner Voice Learned to SayBased on Mercury's House in the Birth Chart

There are phrases that live inside you like second skin. Thoughts that repeat in a voice that isn’t quite yours, but feels like home. This is the house where Mercury learned to think. It’s where your inner voice was shaped by the architecture of your environment, the echo of early conversations, the silence between what was said and what was felt. Some of those messages helped you survive. Others taught you to shrink, second-guess, over-explain. This is not about blame, it’s about awareness. Because every looping thought is a room you can eventually leave. And Mercury just wants to make sense of it all until you’re the one writing the script.

✨ P.S. If you want to decode every part of your chart, not just Mercury, my book The Sky Within breaks down the entire birth chart from a soul-centered, emotionally resonant lens. It’s on sale all summer long. The link’s at the end of this post 🖤 thank you for the support!

Mercury in the 1st House

Your thoughts arrive sharp, loud, unfiltered. Mercury here became the language. Every passing idea slips straight into your mouth before it’s even chewed. You grew up learning that thinking fast meant staying ahead, that clarity was survival, that words were armor as much as they were invitation. The world read you before you read yourself, so you learned to narrate your identity before anyone else could define it. But over time, that running commentary turned into a loop. A voice that says “Say it first so no one doubts you.” “Speak quickly or you’ll disappear.” And now you’re learning that you don’t have to prove your intelligence by speaking on cue. That silence doesn’t mean invisibility. That you can trust your thoughts enough to pause, to listen, to let your voice belong to your breath, not just your reflexes.

Mercury in the 2nd House

Your mind grew roots before it grew wings. Mercury here learned early that words have weight, that every sentence could cost something. So you learned to count before you spoke, to assess the value of each thought before giving it breath. Your voice was shaped in caution, in the echo of scarcity. You spoke like someone handing out coins: careful, measured, afraid to waste what might not come back. This is the voice that whispers, “Only speak when it’s useful.” “Make it worth something.” But now, the lesson is loosening. You're learning that expression doesn’t have to be earned. That your thoughts are already rich. That your voice doesn’t have to justify its worth to exist. Your mind is a field, and it’s time to let something grow.

Mercury in the 3rd House

You learned to think inside a hall of mirrors, every thought bouncing off someone else’s. Mercury here was born into noise: overlapping opinions, half-finished stories, contradictions dressed as facts. So your mind became a mimic, a collector, a chameleon. You listened so closely, you forgot when your own voice first arrived. You learned to ask before you answered. To repeat before you resisted. To stay curious, because certainty never felt safe. This is the voice that wonders, “Do I believe this or did I just hear it enough times to think it was mine?” “If I stop talking, will I still be here?” But now you’re learning that clarity isn’t contradiction’s enemy, it’s its child. That your voice isn’t made less true by how often it changes. That you’re allowed to revise, reword, reimagine, because your mind is a living thing. And the real you was never missing. Just layered beneath the noise, waiting to be heard.

Mercury in the 4th House

Your thoughts were shaped in soft rooms and sharp silences. Mercury here learned to listen to moods, to timing, to footsteps on the stairs. You absorbed language like dust, not just what was said, but what wasn’t. The way tension curled behind a sentence. The way love could sound like control. The way your own voice got quieter when the house needed peace. This is the voice that says, “Don’t stir the air.” “Keep it calm. Keep it kind. Keep it in.” But now you’re learning that safety isn’t the same as silence. That your truth isn’t a threat. That your voice can become a home, not just a reaction to one. You don’t live in those old walls anymore. You can speak now, can build something new.

Mercury in the 5th House

Mercury here learned to survive by being compelling. You became fluent in storytelling before you even understood yourself. Quick with a joke, fast with a mask, you learned to turn emotion into narrative, so no one would think to ask how you really feel. You were praised for what you expressed, not for what you withheld. So your mind built a stage: "If I’m interesting, they won’t look too close.", "If I sound okay, maybe I am." But now you’re learning that your voice can exist outside the performance. That your thoughts are still real when no one claps for them. You don’t have to make pain poetic just to deserve being heard. Your truth is not a monologue. It’s a heartbeat and it doesn’t need a script.

Mercury in the 6th House The voice that learned to survive by editing itself.

Your thoughts move like hands — always adjusting, refining, folding in the corners where they might have come undone. Mercury here was trained to scan for error before it ever looked for truth. To speak only once the math added up. Your mind became a maintenance tool — not because you weren’t intelligent, but because intelligence had to be proven. So you built a voice that whispered, “Make it make sense.” “Fix it before they notice.” “Don’t just be — be better.” But this kind of precision becomes a cage. The mind turns on itself, slicing thoughts into smaller and smaller pieces, hoping one will be pure enough to deserve rest. You are learning now that clarity is not perfection. That thinking clearly doesn’t mean thinking cleanly. Your thoughts don’t need to be correct to be worthy. They can be messy. They can ache. They can come undone — and still belong to you. Your mind is not a machine. It’s a wound healing out loud.

Mercury in the 6th House

Your thoughts move like hands, always adjusting, refining, folding in the corners where they might have come undone. Mercury here was trained to scan for error before it ever looked for truth. To speak only once the math added up. Your mind became a maintenance tool because intelligence had to be proven. So you built a voice that whispered, “Make it make sense.” “Fix it before they notice.” “Don’t just be, be better.” But this kind of precision becomes a cage. The mind turns on itself, slicing thoughts into smaller and smaller pieces, hoping one will be pure enough to deserve rest. You are learning now that thinking clearly doesn’t mean thinking cleanly. Your thoughts can be messy, they can ache, they can come undone, and still belong to you. Your mind is not a machine, it is a wound healing out loud.

Mercury in the 7th House

Your mind was built in dialogue, not the kind where you're listened to, but the one where you’re adjusting mid-sentence to avoid disconnection. Mercury here was shaped by the space between people, by watching faces for signs of approval, by learning which thoughts got you closeness, and which ones pushed it away. So now, your inner voice often asks, “Will they still want me if I say this?” “Is it truth or is it compromise?” You’ve learned to think with a mirror in front of you. To smooth the edges of your truth until it fits inside someone else’s comfort. But now you’re learning now that connection doesn’t require constant calibration. That your mind is allowed to stand alone. You don’t need to phrase it perfectly to be loved. Your voice isn’t a peace offering, it’s a boundary. And it deserves to be heard, even if no one nods back.

Mercury in the 8th House

Your thoughts arrive dressed in secrets. Mercury here listens for the crack beneath the floorboards. You learned early that truth can be used as leverage, that words can bind as much as they can break. So your mind became private, surgical, strategic. You don’t think aloud, you dig, investigate, swallow before you speak. There’s a loop in you that says, “Say only what can’t be turned against you.” “Speak only when it reveals what they’re hiding too.” You don’t do small talk because you feel the weight of every word, and you’ve been burned by ones that slipped. But now you’re learning that intimacy isn’t just what you uncover in others, it’s what you allow to be seen in yourself. Your voice can be an opening, a door left unlocked. Even in the dark, your voice is a match, and it is there to reveal what’s always been burning beneath.

Mercury in the 9th House

Mercury here was never satisfied with a single truth, because every truth you were handed came with edges. So you tested them. You held ideas to the light and turned them over like stones. You were taught to believe, but you were built to wonder. This is the mind that whispers, “What if there’s more?” “What if the question is holier than the conclusion?” You think in staircases: every thought another step, another sky, another escape from certainty. But sometimes that voice becomes a runaway train. Sometimes you chase understanding so fast, you forget to stop and feel. You’re learning now that knowing doesn’t always arrive with lightning. Sometimes it comes like dusk, slowly, softly, asking nothing of you but presence. Your voice doesn’t have to reach the mountaintop to mean something. Sometimes the truest thoughts are the ones that circle back and ask again.

Mercury in the 10th House

You were taught that speech should be polished, timed, appropriate. Mercury here learned to speak correctly. You measured your thoughts against expectations before you even knew what you believed. You internalized the sound of authority before you recognized your own. So your mind became a podium: "Say something useful." "Say something strong" "Say something that makes them believe in you." But deep beneath that structure is a child who never got to ramble. Never got to ask without answering. Never got to wonder out loud without someone expecting a solution. You’re learning now that your voice is not a press release. It can crack, drift, speak from the middle of the sentence without knowing the end. Your truth is not in the sentence that wins the room. It’s in the one you say when no one’s listening and you say it anyway.

Mercury in the 11th House

Mercury here grew up watching from the rafters of connection, hearing everything and belonging nowhere. Your thoughts learned to stretch far, wide, conceptual, because intimacy felt too close, too tangled, too flesh-and-bone. So you learned to intellectualize your ache. To name things instead of feel them. To turn the wound into a theory before it bled. Your inner voice is precise, but not present. Curious, but not rooted. It loops like this: “If I understand the pattern, I won’t feel the pain.” “If I speak in blueprints, no one will notice I’m lonely.” But you are learning now that connection is made through contradiction, through rupture, through letting your voice come back into your body. Your thoughts don’t need to orbit meaning. They can land, stutter, sob, break open mid-sentence, and still be holy. You don’t need a telescope anymore. You need a window that opens from the inside.

Mercury in the 12th House

Your thoughts live at the bottom of a well. Mercury here wasn’t inherited fog, half-sentences, half-memories, athousand impressions tangled like seaweed around the tongue. You learned early that speaking could cost you something: closeness, clarity, even coherence. So your mind drifted inward, where it could think without being interrupted, where it could feel without being asked to explain. You became fluent in subtext, in symbolism, in the space between sentences. But you also learned to doubt your own voice. To wonder, “Did I make that up?” “If I say it out loud, will it disappear?” This is the loop that traps you: the thought forms, then dissolves. The words rise, then retreat. You speak in riddles because you were never taught your language was real. But now you’re learning that your mind is not a mirage. It’s a tide. And even if it doesn’t arrive in straight lines, it still moves worlds. You only need to trust that the ones meant to hear you, will. Even if it sounds like a dream at first.

© 2025 francesca m. All rights reserved.

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[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ MUNCH BEHAVIOR

sexual content , cunnilingus , size kink , overstimulation , dirty talks , praising kink/slight degrading , hair pulling kink , breeding kink , dacryphilia. (ryusei shidou x female reader)

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you had no idea how someone like ryusei shidou, cocky, unhinged, with a mouth always two seconds from starting shit, could be so gentle when it came to you. but maybe that’s what shocked you the most. the softness. the craving. the way he always acted like he needed to touch you like you were air and he was seconds from choking.

you’d only been dating for a little while, still new enough that things felt unstable sometimes. a little too electric, a little too intense. he was loud, fast, and always hungry for more, and yet with you…

he slowed down.

except tonight. tonight he’s not slow. not when he’s finally got his head between your thighs.

he stares up at you like he’s been dreaming of this. like he’s starved for it. like the second you said, “ you wanna… try?” he was already on his knees, not even pretending to play it cool.

you’d barely managed to lie back on the bed before he was there, rough hands pushing your thighs apart, his palms resting hot on your skin. he murmurs something low, almost reverent.

“ mm fuck.. you’re so pretty down, here babe…”

you open your mouth to tease him, but you can’t. not when he dips in like that. not when his tongue slides through your folds like he’s tasting heaven for the first time. he’s slow at first, slow like he wants to memorize everything. he hums when you moan, grips your hips tighter when you twitch.

then he gets cocky. starts eating like a man possessed, mouth messy, tongue deep and greedy.

“ shit-.. this what you taste like??”

“ m’never gonna stop,” he mumbles into your cunt, breath hot.” you hear me? you’re mine. gonna lee you leaking all over my face forever..”

he’s a munch, and god, he’s proud of it. every time you moan, he groans like he’s the one being touched. he doesn’t even stop when your legs start shaking. if anything, it just spurs him on. and when your hands tangle in his messy blond with pink tips, yanking, he just growls.

“ mm-mngh gosh! r-ryuseii.!” you were already whining, panting, even. and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

“ yeah.. pull it. pull it harder. i want you to fucking use me, baby.”

he says shit like that with your thighs on his shoulders, grinding his tongue into you like his life depends on it. and when you cum, hard and full-body, with tears stinging the corners of your eyes, he doesn’t stop.

he doesn’t let go. his grip stays tight on your hips, holding you down as he keeps licking you through the aftershocks, eyes fluttering shut as if the taste of you is sacred. and when you whimper, breath stuttering, he smiles.

“ what’s wrong, baby? too much?”

“ but you still look so fucking good like this. messy and wet… and all fucked out.”

he doesn’t know what surprises him more, the fact that you’re this wet from his tongue alone, or the feeling in his chest when he sees your tears. it’s not even possessive. it’s something deeper. scarier. sweeter.

he kisses up your belly, open-mouthed, like he’s worshiping you. his hand presses down just enough to see a bulge when he pushes two fingers in.

“ look at that. you see that baby?” he breathes, voice wrecked. “ fuck i need my cock in you. i need to fill you up, make you feel me tighter there.” he pushed his palm a little firmer against your belly.

“ n..need you to carry it. carry me. mine mine mine mine.”

you try to answer, but all that comes out is a moan, raw and broken. you’re already overstimulated. your brain’s not working. and he loves it.

his lips kiss up your neck, trailing to your ear, where he whispers.

“ gonna fuck you so full you cant walk. gonna keep you stretched and stuffed until you’re crying for real.. don’t wanna hear nothing but name. say it. come one baby say it—“

“ nghh—r-ryusei—!” you gasped so loud your back arched. his fingers slide deep, curling just right, still wet from your orgasm. he groans when your walls flutter, clenching tight.

“ fuck, you really do want it, huh?”

“ what my cum? want me to breed you, baby?” “ say it lemme hear how dumb i make you.”

“o-ohh my go—“ just like the rest of you, your brain was going dumb, fast. all you could do was clutch his hair and try not to cry.

your fingers are trembling where they cling to his shoulders, and his eyes, hungry, wild, burning, don’t leave yours. not even once.

eye contact. even now. even when your body’s twitching under him, gasping and shaking, soaked and overwhelmed. he won’t look away.

he was watching you with wide eyes, mouth half open, like he couldn’t believe this was real, you under him, your thighs on his shoulders, eyes glossy, pussy fluttering on his tongue like you were falling apart for him and only him.

“ stay with me,” he pants. “ come on, stay with me sweetheart. gimme those tears, baby. lemme ruin you right.. lemme show you what love feels like.”

and when you do?

he kisses the tear right off your cheek. and then goes back down like the sick, pretty, dangerous little munch he is.

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[meiplays]

“Always in My Arms”

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader | Rating: Pure fluff, soft, SFW

The door creaked open, groaning under its own weight like it knew who was on the other side. Dean stepped into the bunker, shoulders sagging from the weight of another rough hunt. Mud caked his boots, blood flecked his flannel, and exhaustion pulled heavy at his bones. But none of that mattered. Not really.

Because he knew you were here.

He always knew.

His hand grazed the wall as he passed, steadying himself as he walked toward the one place that kept him grounded—his room, where you waited like clockwork. No matter the time, no matter the day, no matter how battered and broken he came back, you were always there.

He pushed open the door and exhaled.

There you were.

Curled up under his comforter, one of his old shirts drowning your frame, hair a bit messy, face soft and sleepy. The lamp on his nightstand glowed warm, and the second your eyes fluttered open, that slow smile bloomed across your face like you’d been waiting forever just to see him again.

Dean didn’t say a word at first. He just stared for a moment, like his brain had to catch up to the fact that you were real. That this was his. That someone loved him enough to wait, to keep his bed warm, to hold space for him when the rest of the world was hell.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, voice rasped and low.

“Hi,” you whispered back, already sitting up, arms open, blanket sliding down.

He kicked off his boots without grace, didn’t bother with a shower or even taking off his jacket. He just climbed in, like a man starving for touch—and he was. He always was.

You pulled him close before he even had to ask. Arms wrapping around his broad frame, your fingers stroking through the ends of his hair, your body molding to his like you belonged there. And to Dean, you did.

You were home.

He buried his face in your neck, breathing deep like your scent could erase everything bad. “Missed you,” he said into your skin. “Missed this.”

“I know,” you whispered, rubbing circles into his back. “You’re safe now.”

God, those words. He clung to them like a lifeline.

You felt him shiver—not from cold, but from relief. From that soft ache loosening in his chest, the one that never quite went away except for when he was like this—with you wrapped around him, your hands soothing, your voice low and sure.

“Keep talkin’,” he mumbled.

You smiled. “You’re home. You’re warm. You’re loved. You’re mine.”

Dean let out the softest, most content sound, almost like a purr if he were the type. He pressed closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight enough to make you breathless. Not to hurt—never that. Just like he was trying to merge with you, like if he held you tight enough, he’d never have to let go.

“You’re always here,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Don’t know how you do it.”

You kissed the top of his head. “Because you need me. And I need you. That’s how.”

His grip tightened again. “Promise me you’ll always wait here. Just like this.”

You nodded into his hair. “Always.”

Dean fell asleep like that—wrapped in your arms, clinging like he never wanted to let go. And maybe he never would.

And honestly? That was perfectly fine with you.

♡

[lonelybabydoll444]

a situationship with Jason Todd? count me in

(don't judge my editing skills I made this on canva)

“What are we?”

Uh-oh. Was it that time? It hadn’t been that long since you and Jason Todd began talking, had it?

Jason looked at you with a serious yet somehow dumbfounded expression. “Uhm.. we’re talking,” he tried, the last syllable of his sentence coming out way too high-pitched, like he was asking a question and not giving an answer. His hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, looking over at you while you both sat on the couch.

You, ever the smartass, retorted in your perfect voice, “we’ve done a lot more than talking, Jason.” He gulped. You were right. You’d been basically living together for the  past month, having casual hangouts for longer. In fact, your history was quite long. Both of you being friends for a few years before one night, things changed, and neither of you could bear going back to the way things were.

“You’re right,” he conceded, before slumping back against the couch with a heavy sigh. “I don’t know what we are..” Friends? No, that didn't sound right. Dating? Neither of you had breathed the word.

He took another look at you, before taking your hand in his and interlocking your fingers. He had been too scared to ask you out officially. Worried it’d ruin whatever you’d had going on, which was pretty damn good. But, at this point, he knew he owed you more than this confusing mess of a situation. He owed you something real.

You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back. Jason sighed, “look, I don't know what we are right now, but I do know what I want us to be. And, baby, I want something real.”

He’d been wanting to say those words to you for ages, ever since your whole situationship started. Now that he finally expressed his real feelings, he felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders.

You smiled at him, “you do?” He gave his signature smirk, “of course I do.” Leaning in, he pressed the lightest kiss to your cheek, before pressing another to your jaw, “I want everything with you. Dates, sleepovers, more than that.” You giggled, nudging him away, “shut up..”

With a hearty laugh, he tugged you closer to his side, his arms fully wrapping around your waist. “I’m just showing you some love. C’mon, what do you say? Wanna be mine? Officially?”

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin and looking up at the ceiling. “Hmm..” With a grin, you met his gaze again and nodded. “I think so.”

“I pour my heart out to you and all you have to say is ‘I think so’? You wound me, darling,” he teased, nipping at your jaw.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fine. I want you to be my boyfriend. Happy?” You finally relented, and he was ecstatic. Jason stood up and practically hauled you off the couch, your feet hovering over the floor as he spun you around.

He spoke between your squeals and giggles, “you’ve just made me the happiest man on Earth.” When your feet touched the ground again, you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes he loved, and smiled, “the happiest?”

“The happiest,” he repeated, before dipping his head down and kissing you straight on the lips.

[lacedinribbons]

that george fic was so good OMG

Can i be your 🐞 anon?

more george i ask.. maybe angst of some kind?

-🐞

of course!! you are now my ladybug anon! hope you will enjoy it :)

you're stuck with me now mueheh

The quiet storm

words: 1.2k ┃pairing: george x afab!reader

You heard the door slam before you heard his footsteps

The flat had been quiet all day. Not the kind of peaceful quiet like it usually is, but it's a strange, hollow silence. The sort that made your heart feel sore.

You were sat in the living room, with a cup of tea gone cold in your hands, staring into nothing in particular.

He dropped his guitar case louder than he meant to. You winced, but didn't move.

George was home. But that didn't mean anything anymore.

He stood up in the doorway for a few seconds, staring at you like he didn't expect you to be there, or maybe he was trying to remember how things used to be, used to feel, always standing there waiting for him every afternoon.

"Didn't think you'd be up," he mumbled, brushing past you in the kitchen.

"I couldn't sleep"

No answer.

You waited for his response. You were always waiting, waiting for the tension to break, waiting for the version of George you used to know come back.

"He reappeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. His eyes were tired. Not from just work, but from everything. Maybe from even you.

"Same as always, Paul wanted a million takes, John didn't care, Ringo just bein' there."

He wasn't smiling, he wasn't teasing, he was just stating facts, like he was narrating someone else's life.

you nodded. "You've been gone a lot."

"You knew what this was going to be like," he said sharply. "You knew I wasn't a stay at home bloke."

"That's not what I mean, and you know that."

He turned away.

There it was again, that retreat. The emotional flinch. George wasn't loud like John or charming like Paul, when he go hurt he got quiet, he shuts the door and locks it. And lately, it felt like you were always on the other side of it.

You stood up, unable to bear the distance. "I'm not asking you to quit, I'm asking you to see me, to talk to me like you used to!"

His jaw clenched. "Things are different now"

"They don't have to be," you pleaded. "You're still George. You're still mine aren't you?"

His eyes flickered to yours- and something in them cracked, not completely, but enough.

"I don't know," he said, and it landed like a punch in your heart.

You swallowed, hard. "You don't know..?"

"I'm tired, all the time. And I go out there and everyone is screaming, and I come home and its not like.. It's like I'm still not home. I don't even know who I am anymore, I don't know if I'm George Harrison the Beatle or just- someone who used to love you."

The words shattered something in both of you.

"I didn't ask for 'George Harrison the Beatle," you whispered. "I asked for you, and I thought that was enough."

His shoulders sagged. "Maybe it used to be."

Silence wrapped around you again, tighter this time, more final.

You looked at him- at the boy who once sang silly songs to make you laugh, who would hum melodies to drift you asleep, the boy that cried in your lap after a long tour because he hated how much you were both so far apart.

That George wasn't standing Infront of you now, but maybe he was buried inside this version, buried underneath fame pressure and ache.

"I loved you before the world did," you said quietly.

He blinked, slowly, painfully.

Then he whispered, "I know."

You stepped forward, close enough to touch him. You didn't. You didn't think you could anymore.

"Do you want me to leave, George?" you asked.

He hesitated. That hesitation said everything.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"But you are, George."

You could've screamed, you could've cried, but instead you walked past him, your arm brushing his. He didn't stop you.

You grabbed your coat off the hook, ignoring the tears stinging your eyes. You turned the doorknob and paused- just once- hoping he'd call for your name.

But he didn't.

And so you left.

The flat was quiet again, but this time, it wasn't hollow, it was empty.

(hope you liked this! angst is not my usual thing so i hope it's not too bad lol. enjoy!)

[hivemindscape]

im a big fan of esper powers slipping loose in harmless ways when they're happy

[obsidianbit]

I love this gay ass show with its literally life ending injuries that heal immediately, but only when convenient to the plot, and its ridiculous use of modern phrases, and its laughing in the face of historical accuracy, and its kissing the face of the fans instead of trying to outwit them, and the way everyone involved in the show seem to go 'I KNOW RIGHT! I'M EXCITED TOO!' instead of mocking the fans

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

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[untildeathdopart]

"don't want you to pretend," he mumbled. he liked her just the way she was. filthy mouth and beautiful body, rocking her hips down onto his lap like she belonged there. and she did. he was going to make sure of it. there was no way he'd be letting her go after this. and once he had her pinned to the desk, felt her body pressed beneath him, felt her breasts pushed to his chest, her thighs wrapped around his waist, he couldn't think straight. he could not hold back, not contain his desire for her. he fucked her hard and fast, thrusting with abandon into the warmth she offered him, that wide slide into her body, filling her to the brim. and when she called him daddy, he thought he'd go mad with his desire for her. he growled again, unable to contain this coursing desire, this overwhelming pressure in his groin, the heat in his whole body. and then she came.

she was a squirter. for a moment, dayton's brain simply stopped working, trying to understand the fact that the girl, who had been nothing but a body strapped to his desk ten minutes ago, was by all definitions the most perfect being to ever exist. right when he thought she could not get any better, here she was, revealing that she could. and that was as much as dayton could take. as she came apart around him, her cunt squeezing down on his throbbing cock, spilling over his length and his desk, dayton came too. with a groan and a growl, his teeth pressing harder into her shoulder, he released, his cum filling her to the brim. when she went back to her manager later that day and spread her legs to show him what had happened in dayton's office, there would be no issue in proving she had done her "job." spurt after spurt of seed filled her up, and he watched in amazement as he could see his cock twitching inside her, filing up her petite form.

dayton pressed soft, lazy kisses against her shoulder, soothing the spot he'd bit, while he came down from the high of his release. then, making sure he was still buried deep inside her, he lifted her gently off the desk, bringing her body up to join his, her chest against his own. he kissed her lips, moaning a little against her mouth. "if you're just playing along, if you didn't want that as much as i did, you need to tell me now," he whispered to her. he pulled away just enough to look at her, his hand on her cheek, holding her steady. "because i want to claim you." make it official by the laws of the state. if he claimed her, no one else would be allowed to touch her. and she would belong to him and only him. forever. he stroked her cheek then pressed his forehead to hers. "tell me the truth now. do you want to be mine?" he would not claim her against her will, but god, he wanted her so desperately.

her lips curved into a little smirk as he spoke and chuckled over the way she was speaking. his mouth moved along her jawline and over her neck and collarbone and she breathed heavily, her body moving with his, just so perfectly. like they were made for each other. she couldn't believe it. he mentioned how dirty her mouth was and she gave a breathless chuckle, "'m not going to pretend be innocent and delicate for anyone when i'm not, baby," she purred against his lips. but she knew he liked it otherwise they wouldn't be doing this, he wouldn't want her as desperately as he did. she looked between them again and watched her cunt take his cock so well and she saw his gaze lower to her abdomen. the sight of the outline of his cock against her stomach had her whimpering - it was so fucking hot to know he was so deep inside of her.

his words bring out a moan and she nodded her head, "i won't stop saying it..." she breathed and then suddenly, her back was hitting the top of his desk. "fuck!" she cried out and she arched her back as his cock pushed inside of her once more, filling her to the brim. her tiny frame took each thrust of his hips with complete ease, like she was meant for it. she was made for him, for this and this alone. she didn't mind the law, as long as she would just belong to him. as long as she would be able to stop other men from trying to touch her. once he was hovered over top of her, he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. she whimpered softly, her fingers wiggling, but she was glad he was doing this. just turned her on even more.

she knew she wouldn't last much longer at the rate they were going. then with each thrust of his hips, he was pressing against her clit as he hit that sweet spot inside of her. she squirmed beneath him, her cunt tight around his cock. "oh, daddy!" she cried out when he told her to cum for him. she rocked her hips up into his over and over and over. "daddy, i'm so close," she choked out a gasp and dug her teeth into her lip so hard she could taste blood fill her mouth. her fingers laced with the fingers of his hand that was holding her hands above her head and there was something so animalistic about the way they moved together, desperate to get each other to fall over the edge while they had gentle moments, too. her heart was racing and suddenly that pressure that had been building at the pit of her stomach snapped and she arched her back off of the desk, screaming out his name as her cunt clenched up around him and she came so hard all over his cock and even his desk.

[harbingersecho]

neath dark waters

[hstarke]

"Maybe it's the honeymoon phase," he shrugs, "or maybe I just married someone I don't hate." Easy to keep the fights to a minimum, then.

Curiously enough, their start had been the shakiest. Washington, DC. A manipulative, shameless bachelor meets an heir who would turn down every woman who came up to him — the only company held, the sweat of his own palms. Hans seduces him because he can, because another week calls for another conquest, and the precious closeted son of a Republican magnate felt like a poetic enough of a challenge.

They meet not by chance, but by design. The same room, at the same time frames the most romantic of coincidences, something meant to be — when in reality, he'd calculated it down to the beat. No doubt Adam's vulnerability was enough to draw him in, and everything else enough keep him around. Most couples' challenges happen after marriage, while theirs broke out before it — from sexuality, to addiction, and moral dilemmas, they had nearly faced it all.

"Yeah, yeah, that's sweet." It is. "And probably smart, if there isn't a financial incentive for it." The banker in him speaks louder, here. "I don't do prenups, but a buddy of mine is fucking killer at it. You know, if you ever need it."

"Henry's two." Hans omits the fact that there's another one — a girl — coming soon after. Not for any particular reason, other than a habit of sharing only what's specifically asked of him. "He's gonna be three in October. I don't know how old yours are, but consider them invited to the birthday party."

Sometimes, he wished that he could scream about his love from the rooftops, tell the server at the cafe down the street the real names of his partners without worrying that someone would overhear. There was something unique here — two men who protected their families, even at the cost of having to pretend they didn't have one to begin with. "Ah, so you're still in the honeymoon phase, then." Halil teases, inhaling. "Technically? We're not married, legally speaking. I feel like it's unfair to one if I can't marry the other — but eight and eleven."

"Your kid? How old is he?" The man could've guessed but he wanted to give the other the space to say it himself.

[exile-arc]

it's meant to be the happy time of year - c!tommy + if we make it through december (phoebe bridgers cover)

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