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general kink headcannons for paul, gene, ace and eric. especially ace and gene.

➜ general kinks (headcannons)

warnings. kinks baaaaaby, smut (duh), f!reader

notes. thank you anon! i decided to do three as the max, and a small bonus kink. if anyone (or you, my beloved anon) wants more of these kink headcannons, leave another ask :)

PAUL STANLEY

Dirty Talk: It's no surprise that Paul, known for his well-spoken nature, begins showering you with explicit compliments and weaving steamy fantasies during dirty talk. There is not a time while you’re having sex that Paul does not talk dirty, whether you’re goin’ hard or slow, he can’t help but put into words what he’s thinking and feeling.

“Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good wrapped around me.”

“Keep staring at me like that hun, makes me wanna bend you over this table.”

Exhibitionism: Now this goes both ways. He loves watching you, and loves you watching him. When Paul is in the mood to watch, his favorite treat is a seductive striptease. As he watches you undress, maybe even adding a little dance to the mix, this man is completely captivated and you have him wrapped right around your finger. On the days when he’s being watched (which mostly happens because he wants to punish or tease you), he indulges in pleasuring himself. His hands roam over his chest, fingers teasing his nipples, all building up to the moment when he starts touching his cock. (Bro is such a whore, but we love him)

“Go slower baby, take your time.”

“Fuck, look how hard you make me. You regrettin’ all the back talk from earlier? Maybe if you say you’re sorry, you can have a taste.”

Mirror Play: He definitely has a mirror on his ceiling. I guess this kind of plays into the exhibition kink as well because he really just loves watching. While he enjoys being watched or watching you, the idea of watching you both together? Absolutely. Yes, ma’am. His preferred method of using a mirror is having a full-length one next to the bed, positioning you on the bed to sit in front of him. Sharing the experience of him exploring your body together is an incredibly intimate moment for him. This act is just one of the many ways he loves expressing his love for you. Having you, his favorite girl, fully engrossed in him and being able to fully engage with you physically is all he needs to feel content and fulfilled.

“Keep watching, love. See how are bodies were made for each other?”

“Shit, look at you. So precious and so fucking sexy. Think you can come for me? Just like this?”

Bonus Kink: Daddddyyy

ERIC CARR

Oral Sex: While he could never say no to seeing you on your knees, he definitely prefers giving. His style of giving head varies. He has you either begging him to move faster or pleading for him to slow down (sometimes it depends on his mood, what you want, and if you’re being good or not). His favorite way though? Messy. Slurping, spitting, licking every crevice, biting, sucking your clit and lips, pushing his tongue as far as it can go inside of you. He doesn't care what noises his mouth is making or how loud he is; he is too hypnotized by your taste and reactions to care. Also, just a little side note, that if you ever give this man a chance, he will eat you out for hours.

“You taste so good on my tongue. Can’t wait to make you come on it and taste you even more”

Anal Play: Just like your pussy, he loves eating your ass out too (honestly, there’s not a place on you he won’t touch with his tongue). Now hold up and pump the brakes babe, cuz’ I’m not finished. You licked his asshole once on accident (because you were actually just trying to lick his balls) and he came so fast and so hard that it shocked both of you. Now it’s a given that every time you suck him off, you’re also eating his ass. Yeah, you two were practically meant for each other at this point.

“Got such a sweet pussy and ass, and it’s all for me. Ain’t that right baby?”

“Oh christ, keep using your tongue on me like that and m’ gonna fuckin’ come.”

Discipline: Respect is such a huge thing for him, and while he recognizes that everyone makes mistakes and says things they don't mean, he will correct you if you overstep a boundary. Truth be told, if you ever do manage to provoke him, it's most likely intentional on your part, so really this is just all play for both of you. And it’s something you enjoy immensely, because there is nothing hotter than your hot drummer bending you over any available surface to give you good ol’ fashion spanking.

“Keep pushin’ it babygirl. I have no problem lifting that cute little skirt and smacking your ass.”

Bonus Kink: breeding kink

ACE FREHLEY

Spanking: Now before we get to the actual ✨sexy part✨, just know that this is also could be his affectionate (and playful) side coming through. You’re talking to someone? Lightly plays your cheeks like they’re drums to pass the time. He’s talking to someone? Pats you on the bum every once and awhile. He wants your attention for a moment? Gives you a little tap on the ass. This is his soft and loving side. On the other side, he’s one of two things: encouraging or upset. You’re riding him? he'll give your rear a solid smack and compliments you on how good you’re making him feel. You’re mouthing off? Get ready to count each spank.

“You’re doin’ so good for me sweetie. Fuck, just like that.”

“For every sentence you used to piss me off, you get a smack. And you bet your ass you’re counting each one of em’.”

Choking: You were the one who initiated this, and by initiation, I mean you guided his hand to encircle your neck, and he completely fell in love with it. Most nights, his hand is usually just placed there, not really squeezing. The nights he’s a little rougher (or you’ve made him), he squeezes. And yes, the intensity of his grip correlates with his level of frustration. Are you getting on his nerves? He applies a bit of pressure as a warning. Have you truly angered him? He gradually restricts your air supply until you're in tears, pleading for forgiveness. (P.S.A: RINGS ON HIS FINGERS. That’s all.)

“Goddamn you look good with my hand wrapped around your pretty neck baby.”

Sex Toys: He has a fondness for all things related to toys, but particularly enjoys using them in public. Vibrating panties and small bullets are his preferred choices, relishing in the thrill of making you squirm in front of others and teasing you to the brink with a simple remote control in his hand. However, behind closed doors, he indulges in a wide array of toys - from dildos and wands, to nipple clamps and paddles/floggers. Typically, he's the one using the toys on you, but one day, you arrived home with a cock ring as a surprise. He’s never come so hard in his life and ever since that day, he occasionally yearns for you to use toys on him too.

“You’re lookin’ a little red, honey. You gonna come for me in fronna’ all these people?”

“Fuckin’ hell, I can’t hold it much longer. Please don’t stop.”

Bonus Kink: Exhibitionism (but nothing like Paul’s taste).

GENE SIMMONS

Humiliation: For light play, this involves lighthearted teasing, playful name-calling, or light-hearted embarrassment. Typically, this is a side he reserves exclusively for you, reluctant to reveal his more gentle side to others. On the other hand, in more intense scenarios, he can be cruel, resorting to using every degrading term in the book and pushing you to the point of tears through intense humiliation. And he will tear you down in public (consensually).

“Look at you, trying to act tough. Makes me wanna pinch your cheeks, sweet thing.”

“Maybe if you weren’t acting like a whore, I wouldn’t be making you do this in front of the guys, but you’ve left me no choice. Now crawl.”

Begging: Watching you cry and hearing your sobs and pleas for him sparks a rush of exhilaration and arousal within him. Initially, when you first cried, he was genuinely freakingthefuckout. However, once you reassured him that your tears were a result of the pleasure he was bringing you, he felt invincible.

“Shit, you look pretty when you cry baby.”

Somnophilia: He rarely arrives home before sundown, and by the time he does, you have already been asleep for a few hours. So, when you mentioned that you fantasized about him using you while you slept, the idea never left his mind. The first time, he was hesitant and on the verge of backing out, but then he recalled the words of reassurance you had given him. The irresistible idea of waking you with gentle caresses with his tongue proved too tempting, and he finally gave in to his desires. After that night of success, he got more confident and addicted.

“My beautiful girl, can’t wait for you to wake up.”

Bonus Kink: Slapping

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Taco Tuesday ; Gambit x reader!

summary: You live across the hall from Wade Wilson, and one Tuesday, he invites you over for tacos. 🌮 And that’s where you meet him. The Gambit. Post-Void, everyone got out alive and everything is fine. [PART TWO HERE]

word count & w a r n i n g s: 5.4K | smut with very little plot, alcohol mention, slightly drunk (but very consenting) reader, French and typing out accents/dialects, pet names (cher, mon ami, mon coeur, etc.), dirty talk (cos he is a dirty talker, don't argue with me on this), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, no use of y/n.

a/n: this is based 100% on Deadpool and Wolverine Gambit / Channing's version of Gambit!! sorry for the lack of plot here, he deserves better than this filth, but I am down ASTRONOMICALLY and I needed to get it out. I spent so much time trying to get his accent right, I hope it comes off the way I wanted it to... anyway! i'm not certain if anyone will read this, but if you do - thank you a million times over! as always, requests are open! - banner by @/strangergraphics, and Remy gif by @scintie!

↓ full fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / I don’t have a taglist anymore, but please turn on post notifications if you’d like to be notified of future fics!

He’s handsome. Like really handsome. 

Your stomach does a flip as he smiles at you, reaching for the bottle of Jack between your legs — wait. Pause. Rewind. How’d we get here?

Living in the same apartment complex as Wade Wilson was a trip. Even more of a trip was living across the hall from him. The things you heard coming from that apartment... nobody would believe you. So, you never told anyone. 

He’s kind. Albeit, zany but kind. Your interactions have been cordial and nauseatingly neighbourly. But on one regular ol' Tuesday afternoon, Wade invited you inside. He said something about having a party later that night, making tacos and being neighborly. He assured you that it wasn't a sex party... which to be honest, you weren't worried about until he'd mentioned it. Against your better judgement though, you'd agreed, and said you'd bring some liquor.

So, that evening, you opened your door, one bottle of Jack tucked under your arm, and another in your left hand. You shut the door to your apartment and walked straight across to your neighbour’s door. Your fist had rapped against the wood only twice before the door swung open, revealing Wade, and a very… strange and very bald looking dog in his arms. 

"Oh, what the fuck?" You asked, looking down at the creature. "I didn't know you had a dog…?"

Wade’s voice rose an octave or two, in a cutesy tone. "She's a new addition, yes she is!" 

"I brought... well, this. Sorry, it was all I had in my cabinets and to be perfectly honest, I wasn't about to go out and spend money on this. I like… barely know you."

"HA! Brutal honesty. We love to hear it." 

Wade took hold of your shoulder and yanked you inside, harsh enough that you made a small sound as he did. He shut the door with his foot, and towed you towards the table, where everyone was gathered. And that was when you first saw him. He wore all black, save for a tan trench coat with a high collar. He lounged casually on one of the dining chairs, playing with a deck of cards. They fluttered from hand to hand effortlessly, and for a moment, you were stuck, mesmerized by the dexterous way he handled them. You weren't sure what was pulling you towards him harder, your heart or your cunt, but you felt an undeniable draw to the man.

Wade's arm wound itself around your shoulders, guiding you around the room to meet each of his friends. At that point, living next to him, mutants were a forced transition. You were used to the concept of them, so meeting a giant silver man, for example, wasn't unexpected. Vanessa was the most normal - you were pretty sure she was human.

Finally, he got to the one you really wanted to meet. The one that your eyes had been darting back and forth to the entire time, the one that when he briefly met your gaze, your heart thudded in your chest. 

"And this... handsome slice of man, is the Gambit. Good luck understanding him, he's a real mouthful."

I’ll bet he is, you thought. 

He pocketed the cards in a quick motion and stood up from his chair. With a syrup-smooth chuckle, the man laughed and said: "You can call me Remy." He did in fact have a thick Cajun accent and spoke quickly – almost too quickly. You blinked once, focusing hard on his words.

"Remy," you repeated finally, before saying your own name and extending your hand. He took it gently and as he shook it, your palm tingled with what felt like electricity.

"Enchanté." (Enchanted)

Your cheeks burned, and you knew they were flushing. You couldn’t control it. "De même..." (Likewise.)

His brows lifted, surprised. "You speak French, mon ami?" (my friend) 

"Heh, uhh... comme un enfant." (Like a child) You chuckled low, averting your eyes for a millisecond. "I took a few years of it in high school and again in college. I’m by no means an expert."

Wade's eyes were wide, flicking back and forth between the two of you. There was obvious chemistry there, and a knowing smirk drew itself across his lips. Abruptly, he yanked one of the bottles of Jack Daniels from beneath your arm, before leaning against the nearby wall.

"Oh, fuck me. You understand Gumbo here? That’s cute. No idea what either of you are saying though, someone forgot to turn the subtitles on. I'll leave you two to get acquainted." Whatever that meant. You scoffed, but turned your attention back to Gambit, looking at him.

“Sit a while, cher.” 

You happily took the chair that he pulled out, not caring that it was facing away from the others, and plopped down onto it, situating the other bottle of Jack between your legs. You gripped the neck of the bottle tightly, and looked at him with a timid, but a come hither sort of smile. After a moment, you twisted the cap off, and flicked it off somewhere to your right. Wade would find it later, or he wouldn’t. You didn’t really care. 

You two talked for hours, most of which consisted of him telling you about the Void, and how hard it had been, while you pretended to comprehend it. Between words, you passed the bottle back and forth, taking mouthfuls, and inadvertently swapping spit as you did. The thought occurred to you about halfway through the conversation, and your stomach tightened. You shook your head lightly and clenched your thighs together, trying to stave off the arousal that was bubbling in your core. 

There we go. That’s better.

He’s handsome. Like really handsome. 

Your stomach does a flip as he smiles at you, reaching for the bottle, which was still situated between your legs. His fingertips just graze the side of your thigh and his eyes flit to yours. He holds his smile, waiting for you to either protest or move the moment forward, and all you can do is gawk, because your cunt starts throbbing. 

As the evening wears on, though cautious, it’s obvious that Remy feels the same pull that you do. He remains cool on the outside, but internally, he was battling the magnetic tugging he felt from you. He couldn't shake it. He’d compliment you, you’d compliment him. At one point, in between sips, you casually drop that you think his accent is hot and he whispers something underneath his breath, something you don’t understand. Before either of you realized it, you had started to lean closer to each other, your faces inches apart, and you felt the warm rush of his breath over your cheeks.

It was as if you both realized it simultaneously. You rear back, an embarrassed expression plastered on your face. Remy clears his throat. His attraction to you was stifling; something that he rarely felt. He was powerless in his want for you, the draw you had was irresistible.

"Maybe we should... uh..." You murmur, looking deep into his eyes. In a room full of people that were starting to fade away the closer you two got to each other, you were thankful you were still sober enough to suggest a different setting. Any longer and you surely would’ve just straddled him and gone to town. 

Remy moves first. 

"We gon' take a walk." He announces to the others, getting to his feet. 

The conversation stops abruptly, silence hanging heavy. You straighten up, trying your best to avert your gaze, but you still see everyone’s reaction. Someone clears their throat and your heart sinks, feeling like you might die on the spot. The one that had been introduced as Logan, gruff looking dude, raises a single brow at you. In true Wade-character, he ugly cackles, shattering the moment. Your shoulders sink, embarrassed, as you head towards the door, doing the proverbial walk of shame. 

Remy meets you at the door and pulls it open, holding it for you. You duck underneath his arm, looking sheepish and as you exit into the hallway, you think you heard Wade mutter something about a fanfiction but Remy yanks the door shut before you can react. 

“You want to… get some air? Or um… I have… well, no I had liquor, but I brought it to Wade’s.” 

He smiles, and looks down at the floor, before lifting his eyes back to you. “We can do whatever you want, chère. You ain’t gon’ catch me complainin’ eitha’ way.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, considering the options. Your heart was hammering in your chest at the prospect of just being near him without the others around. You two had been close to kissing in Wade’s living room, and now, you had the opportunity to continue that… or take a walk. The latter seemed less appealing. 

“Y’know what, why don’t we… just…” You take a few steps backwards, jerking your head towards your front door. Concerningly, you had forgotten to lock your door. However, it allows you to open it quickly, and walk backwards into the apartment. Gambit follows you in, his attention never leaving you. 

"You sure 'bout dis, mon ami? I can walk away righ' now." His words land heavy, a promise behind them. He was a gentleman at heart, you could tell. Fortunately for him, you were very sure, and wanted every inch of him.

Mon ami - something that in the few hours you'd spent with him, he'd called you often. Among other things. Mon ami meant my friend, but you knew you two weren't just friends. You saw how he acted with others, and the comments he made. Sure, he had a quick wit and a mouth on him, but the flirting... god, the flirting.

He stands in the doorway, his shoulders filling the frame. Silently, you nod and take another step back, giving him some room to enter. He takes one wide step towards you, leaving the door open behind him. He reaches for your hip, and you immediately take to playing with his large hands. Delicately, you pay attention to each long digit, trailing your middle finger along the knuckles, and up and down the length of them. You dip into the spaces between, your fingers barely ghosting over the webbing. 

Was that a shiver? Your eyes flit to his, searching them for a hint.

"You sure do know how to make a man feel good." 

Your heart flutters at his words. With his accent, even the simplest of things sounded charming. At least to you. You felt that he could ask if you wanted coffee or how the weather was and you'd be twirling your hair around your finger like a desperate schoolgirl. Embarrassing. 

You’re about to respond and defend yourself by saying that all you had done was play with his hands, which was hardly considered foreplay, but his fingers come up underneath your chin, gently closing your mouth with a dull click of your teeth. He tilts it upwards to an angle where he could easily kiss you. And kiss you, he does. 

It was the kind of kiss that makes your knees buckle, sends a violent shudder from the nape of your neck down to the base of your spine. It’s the kind of kiss that needs to come with a warning; Danger: Will Result In Sex. As his lips move against yours, you feel the urgency of his need, of his want, and hum into his lips. Remy takes that as a green light and deepens the kiss, moving his body so that it’s pressing flush against yours. The action leaves you immediately breathless and in response, you break the kiss, tucking your chin to your chest. Your hand finds his torso, pressing hard against the muscles underneath the shirt.  

"Ah, don't you be actin' shy now. You been teasin' me for hours."

“I have not!”

“You think I didn’t notice all ‘dem touches an’ looks you were givin’ me? I may ‘ave been born at night, but I wasn’t born last night.” 

He had you there. You couldn’t deny that, at all. Even if you’d wanted to. Which, part of you did. Part of you was very nervous, standing before this very handsome man, with the taste of his mouth still lingering on your lips but another part of you, the louder one, was delighted that he’d noticed. Furthermore, that he’d enjoyed them enough to come to your room.

You lift your hand behind him, pushing the door shut with a harsh shove. With a twist of your fingers, you activate the locking mechanism, sliding the deadbolt into place. Gambit chuckles, grinning down at you. Your heart leaps into your throat, but you press on bravely, lacing your arms around his neck. They trail down the front of his body, feeling the muscles as they twitch with each ragged breath. 

He quirks a brow as if to ask, 'Oh, really?' You simply smirk back at him. The contact is electric, and you find yourself resisting the urge to grind against him immediately. Instead, you focus on his hands again, bringing one of them up to your lips. You press a delicate kiss on the pads, before slipping one into your mouth and sucking gently. Remy makes a deep, husky sound in his throat, and brings his other hand to your hip, where he pulls you roughly against him.

For a man that uses his hands often, the sensations are high. The way your mouth envelops his finger, your tongue writhing around the digit had his jaw clenching, muscles fluttering on the side of his face. When you draw his finger into the confines of your throat, deep-throating it, his eyes roll back in pleasure. He pulls his hand back, shaking it off as if the inside of your mouth was hot to the touch.

"Woo, you nasty, huh? Nevah’ woulda' guessed... you been actin' like a good little girl 'uhround me." 

After that, it all happened very quickly. Gambit takes a step and connects his lips with yours again, pushing them into you in an act of desperation. Without breaking the kiss, he shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby surface. You push against him until his back hits the door with a heavy thud, definitely loud enough for any innocent bystanders to hear. Your fingers undo the button of your jeans, breaking the kiss for only a second to slide them down your legs. 

Once you return to his waiting mouth, the kiss deepens and the coil in your stomach winds tighter, claiming your body in a deep, fiery arousal. His big arms wrap around you, enveloping you in a heated embrace. Just for a moment, it’s tender — but shortly after, his hands drop to your ass, fingers slipping underneath the band of fabric to take greedy fistfuls of each cheek. 

Your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping the roundness of them to use as leverage. Letting out a little hum, you sweep your hips across his groin, pressing tightly against him. His eyes drift shut, head bumping against the door as he leaned it back, a low growl coming from his throat. Keeping at it, you grind your hips against him, feeling the outline of his length as it hardens.

“You be drivin’ Remy crazy, grindin’ on me like ‘dat.”

“That’s the intention….” You stand on your tiptoes to pepper kisses on his lips, your warm breath fanning over his face, smelling faintly of Jack Daniels. Remy trails his hand carefully up your rib cage until he gets to the side of your breast, where he quickly slips around to the front, his large hand cupping the fullness of it outside of your shirt. Your reaction is visceral; your breath hisses through your teeth at the sensitivity. 

Remy laughs again and with his free hand, pulls your hips back to his. Swiftly, he spins you around, pinning you between his body and the hard surface of the door. He presses himself tightly against you, shifting slightly so that his thigh was between your legs. The sensation of something that close to your core is dangerous and brings a weak, mewling whimper from your mouth.

“We gon’ have ourselves some fun.” His voice is low, tinged with a new sort of lustful tone that you hadn't heard before. Your mind is spinning, growing dizzy with lust. The alcohol had certainly helped your nerves, you were never usually this brazen. Your core burns with desire at his words, silently begging for everything he was about to give you. His lips hover just over yours; you can feel his breath on your skin and the heat that radiates off his body as it presses into yours.

"Oh my god," you whisper into his mouth. "Fuck..."

His teeth nip at your bottom lip before he captures your mouth in a heated, passionate kiss again. His tongue explores the inside, swirling along your own wet muscle. With every passing second, your heart beats faster and his hands grip your hips tighter, thumbs massaging the flesh above your jeans.

“Wrap ‘dem legs around me, mon coeur.” (My heart) Remy’s voice is husky with want; amongst his playful, lilted tone, a possessiveness lingered, and the thought sends a chill down your spine. He nods once, encouraging you into his waiting arms. You jump up, and he catches you effortlessly, gripping your thighs tight and hoisting you up into his grasp. Feeling secure, you wrap both legs around his waist and encircle his neck with your arms. Your gaze meets his and you can see the wanton need mirrored in his own eyes, darkened with desire.

Remy's smirk is dripping with confidence. Your body's response to him was causing his ego to swell within his chest, and his cock to swell within his pants. He leans in close, his lips against your ear, nipping at the lobe softly before pulling back slightly. In one fluid movement, his hips buck up against your center, teasing you over the layers of clothing. You let out a moan, throwing your head back against the door.

He thrusts up into you again, chuckling low against your ear. The hard line of his cock grinds against you, making you stutter out expletives as it presses against you with a needy demand. 

"You like 'dat, cher? Talk t' me..."

You nod, swallowing and wetting your throat. "Y-yeah, fuck... I do... need you – it – so bad."

“Whaddya’ need?”

“N-need you… so bad.” 

“You can do betta’. Tell Remy what you need...” 

He presses you harder against the door, your back sliding against the wood as he kisses a trail down from your mouth to your shoulder, sucking and biting with all the right intensities. As his hips grind against yours, you feel the damp fabric slide across your cunt, alerting you to just how wet he’d made you. Fuck. 

“Need… need you to fuck me. Hard. Need to feel you everywhere.”  

A few hours ago, you’d agreed to Taco Tuesday at Wade’s. Now, you were getting dry humped by a really hot Cajun guy and moaning into the curve between his neck and his shoulder. You were positive that if someone opened their door, they’d hear you. Somewhere in your brain, the thought should have been moderately embarrassing, but you were far too invested in Remy to care. 

Without warning, Gambit lifts you away from the door and carries you to the nearby couch. He never breaks the kiss, still feverishly claiming your mouth as he moves. Your back hits the cushions and before you can process it, his body weight is on top of you. He slots himself in between your legs, and his hard-on bumps into your stomach as his hips rut against you, finding some relief in the friction. But not enough. 

Remy’s hand finds the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to allow his fingers underneath the fabric. You bite down on the pillow of your bottom lip and push your hips up into his. Thick, strong digits sweep across your skin, leaving a burning trail of fire in their wake. Every touch brings your temperature up, and it isn’t long before your entire body is consumed in flames. You sigh contentedly, arching up into his touch. 

Abruptly, Remy straightens up, crosses his arms over his torso and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his tan skin and bulky muscles. His stocky stature makes your tummy clench with anticipation. He was fit, as you assumed, but that didn’t stop your jaw from falling open at the sight. 

“Wow,” you finally choke.

Remy grins. “You like what you see?” 

You nod furiously, hands snapping to his toned abdomen. He’s warm and his skin is soft, begging to be touched. The muscles flex underneath your fingers as you trace a long stripe from his belly button to his collarbone. Your hands claw at his shoulder, attempting to pull him back down on you, but he resists. 

He spoke with a playfulness, almost a sort of pleading. His thumbs flicks at the hem of your shirt. “Ah, c’mon, ‘dat ain’t fair. Enlève-tout toi, huh?” (Take it all off.)

You thought you understood, but if you didn’t, it didn’t matter. Remy was quick to translate his words, busy undressing you, pulling your worn t-shirt over your head, and reaching around your back to unclasp your bra. Most men would’ve fumbled with the clasp, but not him. His adept fingers make quick work of it, allowing your breasts to fall free. He throws your bra somewhere behind him. 

“Hooo, cher…!” His eyes light up at the visual and you feel heat blooming on your cheeks again, half expecting him to make a lewd comment. Instead, his hands cup your tits, kneading the soft plumpness like dough, thumbs grazing the nipples. He exhales through his mouth, jerking his head to the side. 

Finally, he kisses you again. It’s wet and sloppy and his mouth is consuming you, tasting you hungrily. His hips are still moving, sweeping into yours with a calculated precision. You try to spread your legs but the back of the couch thwarts your attempt. He notices this, watching as you struggle with the space. 

“You got a bed?” He asked in between smearing kisses along your neck and collarbone. 

“Yeah-yeah…. Down the hall.” 

“Remy be needin’ more room for what he wanna’ do t’you.”

His weight is suddenly gone from you, an unwelcome sensation, even though you know he’s about to carry you wedding-style down the hallway. He bends down, one arm sliding underneath your neck, the other in the crook behind your knees. For the second time that night, he lifts you into his arms.

You rest your cheek against his warm pectoral muscle, rocking back and forth, as he walks you both down the dark hallway. The only light in the room comes from the window, the city outside alive and humming. Carefully, Remy sets you down on the bed, unmade from this morning, your dark gray sheets cool to the touch. 

In nothing but your underwear, which at this point, are damp to the touch, you’re left feeling very exposed. But you can’t muster up any shame, not when he’s looking at you with such hunger, such want. Your tummy feels tight, and the feeling gets worse when Remy’s hands drop to his waist, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. They fall loose at the waist, and he shucks them down the rest of the way, leaving him in nothing but a pair of deep purple boxers. Your eyes swing heavy to the outline that’s now presented to you. 

Oh my god. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise; Remy was a big guy, and that proved true downstairs, too. You can barely pull your eyes away from it, but you begrudgingly rip them away, to look up into his gaze. 

“Please,” you beg. “You’re too far away…” Your cunt is aching and nothing but him, his hands, his dick, will sate her. 

He leans forward, flattening both hands on the mattress and walks them back until his face is in front of yours. He sweeps you into another kiss and your heart races. His hands are perfectly positioned on either side of your hips, you feel them graze the flesh. His finger hooks around the elastic of your panties, twisting it around his pointer finger and gradually, he tugs them down over the curve of your hip.

You nod lazily against his mouth, as you feel the warmth of his hand near your core. Your legs drop apart, knees touching the mattress as you allow him access. One hand sweeps across your inner thighs, stroking them, while the other palms your soft mound. His other hand comes to pause at your knee, and pushes his weight into it softly, forcing you to stay spread-eagle for him. No way you could’ve done this on the sofa. 

There’s no hesitation in the way he fingers you; sweeping up through your slick folds, smearing your arousal around until she’s coated in it, splaying your pretty, wet cunt apart with his fingers, looking upon it hungrily. He knows what he’s doing, and how to do it right. You briefly wonder if that’s another mutant power he has… though being an expert at fingering someone seems outlandish. But he’s just so good at it. His middle finger barely touches you, circling the bundle of nerves delicately. Your back arches up towards him, a desperate groan vibrating your vocal chords. Delighted by your reaction, his finger flicks upwards at your swollen, sensitive clit, making your body literally quiver. 

“Uhugh – god…. Shit, oh my god.” 

He continues like this for several minutes, until your cunt is blazing hot and clenching with every moan you give. 

By the time he presses one finger inside, you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm and your voice fills the room with needy, desperate sounds. You let out a shrill whine, and he slips in another finger, feeling the stretch of muscle as he does. His heart is pounding in his chest, overcome with lust. The way you sound, the way your body is moving and writhing on the bed, he can’t wait to sink himself into you. 

Amidst a laugh, he says: “People gon’ think we up in here watchin’ porn.”

Did he just insinuate that you sounded like a pornstar? You lifted your head, wearily, to look at him. Your chest heaves with each breath as you try to formulate a snarky remark to no avail. He looked so good – well, always – but he looked particularly good on top of you, his bright eyes lust blown and hungry. 

“We’re… we’re… porn… it’s…  oh god.” 

He shushes you. “You just lay back and keep moanin’.” 

Defeated, you huff and your head hits the sheets again, but not before you catch a glimpse of the way the muscles in his forearm ripple as it pumps back and forth into your cunt. You can’t help but moan at the sight, feeling a shockwave rupture your core. Your hips meet his fingers, rutting and writhing against the mattress in a needy rhythm.

Your first orgasm claims your body before you can stop it. You’re clenching around his fingers as they move, crooking upwards into your sensitive spots. Your slick coats his fingers and when Gambit pulls his hand back, thick, clear strands string from between them. He smiles down at you. 

Remy raises himself to his knees. “Turn ‘round…” 

You flip over and back yourself towards him, thinking that he’s going to go at it doggy-style, but to your surprise, he pulls you upright, pressing your back against his chest. His dick is hot between your legs, and when he reaches down to line it up, you let your head loll back against his shoulder. Gambit’s mouth finds the side of your neck, streaking it with wet, suckling kisses. He was taking his time with you, savouring you and you hum happily through closed lips, reaching behind you to thread your fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” Instinctively, your hips undulate and his cock slips between your folds. Remy’s hips buck once, letting out a groan that comes from somewhere deep. 

“You ready, cher?” He asks, sweeping your hair away from your neck. You nod furiously. You’ve been ready – you were ready the moment you laid eyes on him.

Remy reaches down to sweep his fingers along your entrance briefly, before gripping himself and guiding the head of his cock into the slit. You keen at the feeling of his velvet-soft head pressing into your entrance, warm pre-cum leaking from the slit. He murmurs words of encouragement into your ear as you feel his hips press against your ass, urging his thick, veiny shaft inside your cunt. He does it gently, allowing you time to adjust to the girth, but the sting still makes you cry out. “Fffuck!”

He begins to thrust his hips shallowly, your cunt stretching around his cock. The feeling is all-consuming, and your body feels heavy in his grasp. One hand is gripping your waist tightly, the other, fingers splayed out on your stomach just above your cunt. There’s a pressure building in your cunt, and each thrust magnifies it. The sting of his cock fades to an ache, then to a dull throbbing that makes you want more and you lean forward slightly and press your ass into the curves of his hips, meeting his thrusts. 

“Mm, ‘dat’s it, cher…” His voice is hot on your skin. 

His thrusts get deeper, but there’s a lingering tension in his body that makes you feel like he’s not getting what he wants. You’re right; all at once, Remy pulls his cock from you and switches positions. 

You’re suddenly on your back, looking up at him as he looms over you, all muscle. His cockhead nudges your entrance again, but doesn’t penetrate. 

“Say my name, cher… I needa’ hear it leave ‘dat pretty mouth.” 

“Which one? Gambit? Or Remy?” You ask, breathlessly.

The way his eyes rolled back at the second option told you everything you needed to know. A smirk twisted your lips cruelly and you lifted your body slightly, just enough for your mouth to reach his ear. You moan his name over and over again, knowing full well the effect it’s having on the mutant man.

“Remy, Remy, Remy….” Your tone is high-pitched and whiny, but he seems to enjoy the lewdness of it all. He bucks his hips hard into you, and the fullness reaches an all-time high as he bottoms out, his pelvis hitting yours with a slap.

“Huhhh—!” You gasp, breathing ragged. “Fuck!”

“Gonna’ make you cum so hard you ain’t gon’ walk right for days.” His voice is low and filthy and leaves a stain on your mind. Your cunt clenches around him possessively, pulling him somehow deeper inside of you. 

As your head bangs into your headboard, the tip of his cock bumps your cervix over and over again, and your jaw goes slack, literally fucked silent. Remy hears the thudding of your skull and puts a hand between it and the wood, but he doesn’t stop his relentless, deep thrusting. 

The pleasure reaches a peak and your nails dig into his back, leaving crescent moon shaped indentations on his golden skin. Remy’s groaning loud into your ear as he cums, muttering in an almost incoherent melange of French and English. His accent is somehow heavier, and you can barely make out the words as he’s saying them into your skin. It doesn’t matter though, because you feel how full you are, and Remy’s hot, white completion is leaking out the sides and staining your sheets. 

He stays like that for a moment, hovering on top of you. His cock softens inside, completely spent and eventually, he slips it out, rolling over onto your bed.

“Ah, joi de vivre, huh.” (the joy of life), he says drowsily.

You laugh, and nestle underneath his arm, in the space he’s left for you. 

If you had your way, you’d do it all over again. 

Though he doesn’t say it, so would he. 

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Every black girl is so pretty

Every black girl is so pretty

*reblog if you agree*

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All actors were confirmed to be returning to the Avatar set recently. Sam Worthington (Jake Sully), Zoe Saldaña (Neytiri), Jack Champion (Spider), Stephen Lang (Miles Quaritch) and Matt Gerald (Lyle Wainfleet).

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HD wallpapers with my beautiful girl ❦

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Warcraft [Movie] NSFW 🔞 alphabet One-Shots

Alright everyone! This is gonna be my first post—> (let's just ignore that I was gonna write and post a one shot for the kdrama Eve first but just decided to do this instead). 

I'm posting the template of this first just in case there are some newbies to Tumblr, and so that all of you can just prepare yourselves 🙂😏🥵

Now, just to get this out of the way as a reminder, I haven't played the World of Warcraft games nor read any of the books. I've only seen the movie and watched a SINGULAR video speed running the history/summary of the storyline of the World of Warcraft games. So these one-shots are only going to be from the movie with the main cast of characters (and yes: even Gul’Dan and Blackhand despite me HATING the former). 

So with that out of the way, and a plea for y’all to forgive me and my writing, I hope you enjoy and I'll post the first one later. See ya!

NSFW alphabet template

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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Welcome To The Mindspace: 

All different types of fanfictions are welcome here!

Hello random users of Tumblr that don't really, if at all, know me! My name is Demitrius Kahnum and I'm FINALLY writing fics! These are prompts that I have that have been just ideas/thoughts in my head but have never been brought to writing fruition.

 Now please be gentle with me because even though I LOVE reading and writing I've never truly written things either for people to read in the sense of fics or books, but i do have a way with words and a bad habbit of writing too much due to just ‘cuz reasons. So! Please enjoy, have fun, and if you have requests please leave them down in the comments and I will get to them when I can- DO NOT SPAM ME OR MAKE DEMANDS. 

I won't answer to spam, demands, or annoyances that I haven't updated or done something specific that you want. 

Previous prompts:



 Warcraft One-shots and fuller length fanfiction (Durotan x reader x Draka, Draka x Durotan, Draka x reader, Durotan x reader, Durotan x Khagdar x Draka, various Warcraft bashing, etc)



other orc fanfiction (smut, oc x oc)



Avatar Recoms fics/one-shots (all of them tbh except for that one random one I don't like)

New Prompts:



Remy LeBeau/Gambit (Channing Tatum he did SO DAMN GOOD LEMME TELL YOU!) x Reader (and possibly the 97ver b/c let's be honest that man is FOINE!)



The Rookie x Detroit Become Human (Nolan x Markus) (extremely random I know, but idc)

Maybe some Bridgerton one-shots too?

Oh! And also some one-shots for the k-drama Eve: Because FUCK that ending and screw the creators nor giving me what I want! So I'll do it myself! La-El and Yoon-kyum desrve to be together DAMMIT!

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Work belongs to creator not me

Could you please do a recom Brown smut? I have tried to find some about him but I never can seem to find some... Btw I have fallen in love with your work!!! You are an amazing author and I look forward to reading more from you!!! Love you😘😘

Love you too <3

"Maybe Blue Isn't So Bad"

Recom Brown x  Recom Y/N 

Summary: The recom's are struggling to adapt to their new bodies. It hits Y/N the worst. She gets injured during a mission and Brown takes care of her. They talk about it before realising how touched-starved they are. Knowing their problems are difficult to solve, they fuck their worries away.

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, angst, hurt and comfort, mentions of blood, pet name mama, breeding kink (no mating with tsaheylu), recom's identity crisis, tears

Masterlist

Word count: 5241

The helicopter landed at our base and I was the first to haul myself from the side and try to run inside. 

This was one of the most intense missions I’d ever experienced and I was not taking it well.

“Woah, hold on there sweetheart.” Quaritch shouted over the dying engine of the aircraft. I stumbled forward, falling to my knees on the hard concrete and wrapping an arm around my stomach. I felt like throwing up but nothing was happening. 

Immediately a pair of hands came to my aid, steadying me while I crouched down. Another pair moved the hair out of my face in case I did puke. 

Everyone had gotten off now, taking all the gear with them and they were standing in a group, waiting for orders and waiting for me to get up. 

No one felt relaxed after seeing what we just did, but since I got the worst of it, my mind was scattered. 

After about a minute of me breathing through my discomfort and the Colonel handing out tasks and orders,  I was able to open my eyes and sit back on my knees. 

“Help ‘er up.” Quaritch ordered and Lyle who stood next to me, making sure I was alright pulled me to my feet by holding me under my arms. 

I lean against him and then Brown comes around my other side, offering me more stability. I hold on to his shoulder and Lyle hands me off to him before helping Ja with the heavy gear. 

We’re all waiting for further instructions now.

“Alright, you lot join Wainfleet up on deck. We’re not done for today.” he says, talking to the others. 

Miles turns to me, letting out a small sigh and looking at me with a glimpse of pity in his eyes. 

“Y/N you’re dismissed.” he says, waving it off. I can’t answer him I only slightly nod, facing the ground as my head spins. 

“Stay with her and help ‘er out.” he says to Brown who is firmly holding me and he nods before directing his attention back to me. 

“Alright, get movin’. We don’t have all day!” Quaritch shouts, and the others start to walk inside. Most of them glance at me with worried expressions. It was clear to see that I was not okay. At least we were safe for now.

Quaritch nodded at Brown before motioning Lyle back to me. Both men stretched my arms over their shoulders and helped me walk inside while Miles walked beside us. As our superior, his top priority was obviously successfully completing the mission but also our safety and well-being. He could tell I had gotten a bad handful of things today and he was silently cursing himself for not having everyone covered at all ends. Now you had to suffer the consequences of his little mistake. 

We got inside and I was dropped off in a medical room. There were three beds and they placed me on the side of one. 

I sat, hunched over with my tail loosely hanging off the side while holding my face in my palm. 

Quaritch said a few things to Brown before he and Lyle left the room. When the door closed behind them there was almost complete silence and it calmed me down. Compared to the roaring engine and the… monster, we just encountered, this was heaven. 

Then I heard plastic wrappers and looked up to see Brown facing away from me, opening the medical kit on a table while I tried to keep balance on the thin hospital bed. 

I looked around the room noticing it was empty apart from the cabinets full of medicines and samples. The large glass windows were covered with blinds and the ceiling lights were illuminating the stripes on my now… blue skin. 

Right… I wasn’t human anymore…

Brown finished putting together whatever he was doing and turned around, walking towards me. 

My eyes were struggling to adapt to the bright lighting in the room and my body started slowly falling to the side. 

Before I could completely lose balance and tumble down, a large arm wrapped around my side, pulling me back into my previous sitting position. 

“Careful, don’t want you hurting yourself more.” he chuckled, slowly letting go. 

“Yeah, my bad.” I mumble, palming my forehead. He flashes me a smile before rearranging the items in his hands. One of them is a wet wipe drenched in alcohol and the other a wrapped-up bandage. 

Brown crouched down in front of me, gently lifting my injured leg so that my heel was resting on his knee.

“This’ll sting.” he warned before pressing the cloth against the large slash I had on my calf. I whimpered, biting down on my lip before I got used to it. But I knew he had to clean it properly. He pulled it away for a second before starting to wipe the blood away while gliding the stinging cloth through the open flesh. 

My whole body tensed and I lay back, biting my fist while digging my nails into my hand. God, this hurt as much as when the wound was made. 

“Sorry.” he breathily said, feeling a little guilty even though he knows he is helping me.

“It’s fine-” I squeaked out, clenching my eyes closed. “Just get it done.”

He nodded, looking back down at my leg again after noticing how my tail was repeatedly thudding against the metal railing on the side. This was pure agony.

He continued cleaning the wound, trying to hurry it up for me and when he was done I relaxed back, covering my face with my arms and breathing heavily. 

Brown chuckled, gently wiping down my entire leg to clean it off from blood. 

“There. Done. Wasn’t that bad now was it?” he sarcastically asked, grinning down at my half-dead self. 

I snort in response, feeling like I’ve won the battle of a lifetime. He smiles before putting the cloth to the side and starting to wrap the bandage around my leg. 

Slowly I lift my body and sit up, watching his hands encircle my massacred leg with the remaining bandage until it’s gone. 

I admired how gentle he was, especially because I knew usually he wasn’t.

Brown was the type of guy that would fist-bump his friends. That included chest bumps in the air too. When teasing a guy he would headlock them and rub his fist in their hair. He was also quite competitive, his main goal usually being beating Prager and Ja in physically challenging tasks. 

But now, he was wrapping my leg in such a manner as if it were made of extremely thin glass that could break if he pulled too tightly. He also made sure his fingers would not brush against my wound.

A soft smile formed on my face when he finished, tucking the last strand under another. 

“Thank you.” I say and it almost sounds like a whisper.

His eyes looked up, searching for my face and he found me already looking at him. The same smile was mirrored on his face now before he got up to put the bloody wet wipe away. 

“No need, can’t have you injured like this for too long. ‘Team needs you. Especially now that we know you can run like hell.” he spoke, ending his sentence with a chuckle.

I scoff, smiling. “My life depended on it.” 

He nods understandingly, looking down.

I sigh, letting my shoulders slump before scoffing at my thought. 

“It’s ironic really. There I was, running for my life from a Thanator when I spend my days and nights wishing I never woke up like this.” 

Brown’s head shoots up to meet mine at my words while a tired smile forms on my lips. I didn’t want to live like this. I hated how I looked and who I was now but at the same time I hated who I used to be and the memories I had from that person who is probably dead for good reason. 

“Don’t say that.” he replies, leaning against the table to face me. “We’re getting a second chance here. Let’s make the most of it.” 

“But we’re not making the most of it.” I say, almost cutting him off. People were constantly saying that but it made no sense because almost nothing has changed except our bodies. 

“We’re doing the exact same thing that got us killed.” 

My voice was breaking and he caught on to it. Everyone was struggling with this new change a little but they hid it. I however couldn’t anymore. 

“The same thing is going to happen and now I feel even worse doing all that because this god-forsaken body makes me feel connected to the world out there.” I start spiralling, running a hand through my hair, although it gets caught in the braids that I’m also not used to. 

He stays silent, letting me get rid of the weight on my shoulders but I can tell my words affect him. 

“And no one is questioning what we’re doing because this is what we were built for, right? I mean, the only reason they brought us back is to finish what they started but we have no real reason to do so.” I continue to rant while my eyes sting and nose sting, slowly welling up with tears. 

“What would they do if I said no? Would they shoot me? Wipe my memory and try it again?”

“No, they wouldn’t do that…” Brown says, trying to comfort me but he himself sounds unsure. 

“I just-” I say with a sniffle. “I feel so, unreal. We’re artificial. It’s like we’re not actually living.” 

The room is silent for a while as both of us blankly stare at the ground. He isn’t objecting to what I’m saying so I assume he understands and maybe thinks the same. But we both know there isn’t much we can do. And that’s what has me so frustrated and helpless.

Brown sighs before walking over to me. 

He wanted to comfort me as best he could. That included holding me to him or basically anything with physical touch. He felt so deprived of that and he knew you must too. Your purpose of being alive was completing the mission, so all recoms were constantly being given orders, tasks and instructions. There was always something to do and figure out that everything else was completely neglected. There were no breaks for us, only sleep. 

He stands in front of me while I peered down at my dangling legs. When I saw his ones stop in front of me I let my glossy eyes meet his. 

Brown held out his hand and it took me a good few seconds to catch on to what he was doing. I put my palm in his, thinking nothing of it and longing for any comfort I can get. He closed his hand, looking at me with a saddened expression. 

“Can I hug you?” he asked, seeming completely genuine. His words took me by surprise. If you would have asked me to rank all the recoms from most likely asking me that to least likely, he would have definitely been at the bottom of least likely. Not because he was the last person I wanted to hug but because he never showed any kind of physical affection at all except for his moves with his friends like the chest bumps and headlocks. But one would never see him patting anyone on the back or anything similar to that. Perhaps he just had no one to give physical affection to. 

His eyes raced between mine as he tried to fish out the answer from my reaction before I could say it. My hesitation had him worried he overstepped a boundary and he tensed, almost shrinking away from me. 

I however held his hand firmly, knowing I needed this hug more than anything. 

“Yes please.” I whisper and his eyes shoot up to mine in surprise. His ears perked forwards and his tail stilled. 

He smiled, taking a step forward and I opened my legs just so that he could step between them and hug me comfortably. The bed was up to his waist so I was almost as tall as him. 

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. I did the same, flattening my hands on his back as I rested my head on his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine and I realised how badly I needed this physical attention. It just made it better that it happened to be him. 

My waterworks get going again and I feel my bottom lip wobble before I sniffle and bury my face in the crook of his neck. He relaxes into me, pulling us further together and one of his hands comes up to cradle my head. Tears flow from my eyes as I let out small muffled sobs, subconsciously wrapping my legs around him because I didn’t want this to end. 

He let his head fall and rest on my shoulder while his arms completely embraced me. 

While calming down in the safety of his arms, I didn’t notice that my own touch-starved body was responding in another way. Heat started to form between my legs but I didn’t realise it because of the pain in my heart and the overwhelming thoughts in my head. 

Maybe it was because we were so close. His hips were very close to mine and my body seemed to crave more than just a hug even though in my head, this was more than I could ever ask for. 

I had my face pressed against his clothed shoulder, inhaling his now stronger scent. Maybe that’s what caused the excitement in me but I refused to acknowledge it. 

Whether you ignored it or not didn’t matter because Brown had noticed it. He was fighting his own battle of being neglected by touch so having you wrap yourself around his body like this was heaven. When he rested his head on your shoulder he inhaled your sweet scent and had to fight the urge to bury his face into your neck and inhale more of it. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries because you two were hugging and it was a beautiful moment he wouldn’t dare ruin for you. 

If you only hug him, he will make sure to keep it just as you want and won’t initiate anything more. However, he will pay more attention to your reactions, just to see whether you might be feeling what he is. Maybe you can even feel him. He knew he was getting worked up and was terrified of scaring you away if you felt what was growing in his pants. 

My mind started drifting off as I clung to him and my sniffles turned into heavy breathing. 

Brown’s ears were strained in my direction, listening to any noise I made as best he could.

He took note of how my body seemed to grow warmer and then suddenly, he heard what sounded like a pant. Then again and it kept repeating until he knew he wasn’t mistaken. 

To test how you reacted to him, he traced his fingertips along the exposed skin your tank top left, on your back. This could be seen as an innocent action, so he put it to the test. Seeing goosebumps rise on your skin had him smirking and he felt his dick throb. Fuck, he was down bad too. 

Brown gently pulled away, steadying you in front of him so he could look at you properly. Your glossy eyes, parted lips and flushed face made him forget how to breathe for a few seconds. You were so beautiful and like this, you looked even better. Your sweet scent suddenly filled his nostrils again but this time it was stronger and his instincts told him it was radiating from a special part of your body. 

“Y/N…” he said, his usually raspy voice turning soft. My eyes shot up to his, watching how he scanned every feature on my face. 

“How do you feel?” he asked. 

I wasn’t sure what he meant. I mean, I knew what the question meant and I was ready to give him the simple answer of good but the way he looked at me hinted that he meant it in a different context. 

“Better?” I say, unsure if that’s what he meant. It seemed to solve something for him but not everything.

He sighed, taking a deep breath to steady himself. As if he were really struggling to hold himself back from doing something. Seeing him like this, made me imagine the best-case scenario but I didn’t want to expose my thoughts. 

“I can smell you…” he breathily replied in a strained voice. His ears were tipped back, only perking forward every time I made a noise or a new movement. I also noticed how the muscles in his arms flexed.

I was about to ask whether he needed medical attention until his own musk filled the air around me. It was always there and I always knew what he smelled like but now it was stronger than ever and it made my core throb. 

I wanted to curse myself for reacting so desperately.

My eyes widened when I met his again and he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking about.

“Don’t ignore it. Look at how it ended this time.” he said and I understood even though I think it wasn’t going too badly. I mean I got my hug. 

“What if next time someone else will be here instead of me? I don’t want that happening.” he said and my mouth dropped open a little more. Was that a confession?

“If you don’t want me here, I can go.” he said, noticing my agonising silence. My heart raced in panic because that was the last thing I wanted. 

“No-” I quickly say and Brown feels relief flood his body. “I want you here with me.” 

His tipped-back ears perk forward once again as he reruns the words in his head. 

“No one else but you.” I added. Those words really got to him, especially because he was so competitive with the others. He needed to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks. Yes, we did just hug and hold each other but I know he means it in a different way this time. In a way that has me rubbing my thighs together. 

Seeing me do that has his heart skip a beat. He could only dream of what you felt and looked like. 

“Yes.” I whisper and he shakily exhales before his hands attach themselves to my legs. He places them on my knees, pushing my legs apart and stepping in between them to prevent me from closing them again. 

I hold him there by encircling his legs with my own. He’s so close to me again but this time, his face is inches from mine. Brown’s slightly dilated pupils stare into mine and I let my palm find his cheek to guide him down to me. He complies, leaning in and closing the gap between us. Our lips press against each other and what started off as a soft kiss testing the waters, became a breathy and panted make-out session. 

His tongue had slipped past my lips and I parted them further, not dreaming of ever denying his access. 

My hands closed in tight fists around the neckline of his shirt while his hands glided down my waist, groping the skin of my hips and holding me close. 

With every second that passed we felt our needs grow and it seemed to only get worse and more desperate. 

I pulled away for air because my mind was becoming fuzzy and I couldn’t think straight. 

Brown smirked, still holding me while I panted. He did the same but I seemed more out of breath. 

“You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” he whispered, allowing himself to finally press his face into your neck before kissing it. I tilted my head to the side while my arms loosely wrapped around his neck before gasping when I felt him nip at my skin. 

My body feels like it’s on fire and all my clothes start to bother me so I find the base of my top and start pulling it up and over my head. Brown pulls back, watching me with a smile. 

I hook my fingertips under my sports bra before looking at him, noticing he is only watching. 

“Don’t just stand there, take it all off.” I hastily say, needing to feel his bare skin against mine. 

My bold words surprise him but it’s such a turn-on for him. 

“Damn mama, do that again and I won’t last as long.” he chuckles, peeling his own shirt off. 

I threw my bra and top to the side and wanted to take my shorts off but I was interrupted by Brown pressing himself into me again. His hands found my bare chest and he groped the skin of my breasts, groaning against my cheek. 

“Fuck you look so beautiful.” he mumbled against my skin and I smiled, exhaling an airy laugh. 

“I didn’t even get a chance to look at you.” I complain, trying to make out what he looks like by running my hands over his now bare torso. He chuckles against me before pulling away. 

My breath hitches when I see how sculpted he looks. I’ve seen him shirtless before but he was never this close. 

I reach my arm out again and trace it over his pecs before outlining his abs. 

“Fuck.” I curse under my breath and his smile turns into a grin. “I’m so turned on it’s becoming painful.” I whisper and Brown’s eyes widen at my once again bold words. 

He swears to himself, the excitement your words caused shooting straight to his crotch. 

“Take it all off.” he orders, hastily undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. I nod, opening my shorts and pushing them down my legs along with my underwear. 

We both discard all our remaining clothing on the ground. The only thing still on our bodies are our dog tags. 

Almost instantly I’m pulled flush against Brown’s and his hands are all over me. I sigh, loving the feeling of his hot chest pressing up against mine. 

After a minute of further worshipping and exploring, Brown pulls away. His hand flattens above my chest and he slowly guides me back. I hesitate a little, unsure of what he has planned. 

“Don’t worry baby, you’re safe with me. I’d never hurt you.” he comforts me and I let him push me back so that I’m laying on the hospital bed now. 

“Let me take care of you.” he softly said, his hands outlining my waist and hips. I nod, relaxing a little. 

Brown lets his hands glide past my abdomen and gently opens my legs. I let him, holding on to the hand that’s holding me down. He moves it and intertwined our fingers before focusing back on me. 

His eyes meet my now wet and glistening pussy and he groans, deeply inhaling my scent. 

“So fuckin’ pretty.” he mutters before letting his free hand trail down the inside of my thigh. I gasp when his fingers finally come in contact with my heat and he gently rubs me through my folds, watching my reactions. My legs relax and fall open a little more and I tighten my grip on his hand. 

He circles my clit, noticing how my muscles tense and he knows he’s doing good. After a while, his fingers start to prod at my entrance before he slowly pushes one of his entirely inside. He gently thrusts it in and out a few times, admiring the feeling of your silky walls. It makes him look forward to having that around his dick. 

Soon a second finger is added and he pushes them knuckle-deep inside me. I whimper, biting down on my lip while my ears are strained back. It felt so good. Better than anything I could ever do to myself. 

“Does it feel good, mama?” he coos, asking rhetorically with a grin. I whine, nodding my head a few times before letting it fall back. 

“So good.” I whisper and my words make his stomach twist with excitement. 

“Fuck- I can’t wait any longer.” he curses, removing his fingers from inside me and licking my wetness off. He groans at the taste and almost shivers in anticipation of how you will feel around him. 

Brown gets on the bed, climbs on top of me and cages me in with his arms on either side of my head. I stare up at him with wide eyes, not quite believing this is happening to me. 

He smirks before gently moving my injured leg to the side so that he doesn’t touch it and hurt you more.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, you’ll forget about everything else.” he whispers in my ear and I shiver. 

My pupils are just as blown wide with lust as his are. He pushes my other leg up and to the side, setting it down on his lower back before he presses his bare hips against mine. My mouth drops open as I feel his throbbing cock press against my burning core. He closes his eyes for a few seconds, to ground himself in reality and not completely lose it.  

“Please fuck me already.” I whine, hating how I’m clenching around nothing. I needed him so bad I was close to just doing it myself.

Brown chuckles. My neediness had him going feral. 

He pulled back a little, lining himself up with me before pushing himself inside. He pushed just a little past halfway and bit his lip. I inhale sharply, loving how I was finally being filled. 

Without further waiting, Brown pulled out, keeping only the tip inside me before snapping his hips forward again. This time he bottomed out and I couldn’t help but moan. 

After hearing that, he made it his mission to draw all and any noises like that from me. 

I dug my nails into his hand that I was holding and let him set the pace. 

He started off slow but I could tell he was restraining himself for me. 

“Don’t hold back, please.” I say and it sounds like a beg but I couldn’t care less. 

He nods, steadying his heavy breathing before starting to properly fuck me. 

Both of us were so frustrated over the past few weeks we needed to release all the tension in us. And what better way to do that than to fuck our problems away. 

With every thrust, I felt genuine waves of pleasure shoot through my body and I was slowly losing myself in it. Everything became so much more sensitive that it felt amazing. 

“You feel so good.” he hissed, baring his fangs while his breath fanned on my shoulder. He bit down, not too harshly but it wasn’t gentle either. I cried out, digging my nails into his back. 

“Need to mark you-” he breathed out “as mine.” 

“Don’t stop.” I plead, feeling my orgasm finally near me. My eyes were fluttering closed and shot open again every time he attacked a new piece of skin.

Suddenly Brown stopped and I almost hissed at him, quickly pulling back and lifting my un-injured leg over his shoulder before leaning down and fucking into me again. 

The new angle had him hitting a spot I’d never known about and it made my thighs clamp around him. 

I moan, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. 

“I’m so close.” I squeak, my voice is barely audible. That’s the biggest motivational speech he could get and he doesn’t let his movements falter for even a second. 

“Come on baby, you can do it.” he coos, leaning further down while trapping my leg in between our bodies. 

Within the next few thrusts, I’m seeing stars. My fingers and toes curl while my entire body tenses. My pussy clenches around Brown and he’s about to spill his load into me. He wants to ask whether he should pull out but the way you're holding him against your body stops him from speaking up. 

I tremble, arching my back into him and moaning his name while my eyes roll to the back of my head. The sight of that and the feeling of me is too much for Brown and can’t stop himself from emptying his balls deep into me. With one last thrust, he pushes himself balls-deep inside me and releases his hot cum. 

My orgasm was slowly dying down but feeling him fill me up like that extended it even more. He had so much of it and I felt it start to drip out of me while he was still buried inside me. 

He moved his torso up, keeping his hips in place and let me remove my leg from his shoulder. When I did he leaned back down and quite literally collapsed onto me. I wrapped my free leg and arms around him while his head rested on my chest. 

We were both panting like mad and my pussy throbbed against him. Never in my life would I have thought this situation could take such a good turn. 

I smile when I see how his tail is happily swaying. Maybe being blue wasn’t that bad after all. 

After a few minutes of holding each other, Brown gets up, gently moving past me. He gets another damp cloth, pushing any cum that leaked out back inside before he cleaned me off between my legs and did the same to himself. 

“You better not get chased by a Thanator again because this is not the last time we’re doing this.” he says with a chuckle and I smile. 

“Maybe I should. Then you can help me out again.” I reply teasing him back. He scoffs before handing me my clothes. 

We get dressed and Brown starts packing up the med kit again. It’s nearing dinner time so he helps me to the canteen and we sit down. 

The others join us soon and Ja sits next to me while Brown is on my other side. 

Ja takes one inhale of the air, expecting to just smell me but instead it reeks of Brown. 

He inhales again before his eyebrows furrow. 

“Why do you smell like Brown?” he asks me. Luckily the others didn’t hear. But Brown did. I look up at him with innocent eyes. Brown leans back, looking over my back at his friend. 

“Might wanna move over.” he says, eyeing how close Ja is to you. Ja’s eyes widen as he can only imagine what happened between you but he listens, scooting away a little. 

Brown discreetly wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him. No one noticed except for Ja and Prager. 

It made Brown feel pride in his chest because he claimed you and they could do nothing about it. Perhaps they would even notice the developing hickey on your neck soon.

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Prager x Human! Fem reader

Here’s another one! 🫶🏼 Just a short fluffy fic.

Warnings: Smut. 👀 18+! 🔞 that’s all i think?

Summary: Prager is head over heels for you. And is afraid to lose you. fluff and smut. 💙

Reminder! English is my second Language!

Who would have ever thought you would fall in love with a recombinant? You didn’t. The first time you had seen Prager, was one morning on your way to your office. From then on you two would come acros each other every morning. You on your way to your office and he on his way to the pool, he would swim a few laps every Morning. It was a Part of his morning Routine. You started Sharing glances, and smiles. And then Hi’s. Starting to dress up a bit more. Make yourself look nice to him. He was already head over heels for you.

The two of you slowly started to make small talk. He was so handsome and so sweet, Made you melt on the Spot. He wanted to see you more, get to know you better. So on one morning, he bluntly invited you to come and swim with him one time. You gladly accepted his offer.

The First time he had saw you in your tiny bikini he had an Instant boner. You were so beautifull and sexy. But Most of all you were sweet, smart. He felt hard for you. Every Single free time you two had would be spent together. His Team mates started to wonder where he would Go all the time. Starting to tease him about it. Prager wanted to keep you to himself. You were his paradise on this planet, and finally came an end to his lonely nights. You were holy to him.

Prager was trying to sneak out, this time his Team didn’t let him slip out so easily. “Ey Prager! Where ya going all tha time?” Brown had yelled at him. The others now joining in. “Yeah where ya Heading at.” “Think we won’t notice?!” “Yeah man Tell us! Ya got a Girl or somethin?” Lyle asked. Prager’s eyes grew big at the last question. “Yeah man he does!” Brown yelled. “No no! That’s Not it.” Prager tried, but it was already to Late. They knew. “What?! You?! How?!!” Lyle asked. They all started to ask questions. Who you were, what your name was. Hair color, eye Color. if you had a big ass. “For fuck’s sake Lopez leave the boy alone!” Quaritch yelled from acros the Room.

Prager pushed himself trough his team mate’s and rushed out of the door. When he got to your apartment he knocked on your door. When you opened it he rushed in and quickly shut the door. “Hey Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked him with a concerned Voice. He picked you up. Holding you close. “I just missed you baby.” You pulled back your hands cupping his face. “You sure?” He nodded, kissed your lips softly. He laid down with you on his back on your bed. You now stradling him. Prager attacking your neck with kisses. Sucking soflty on your weak spot you let out a breathy moan. Sex with Prager was amazing. You couldn’t ask for more. Grinding on him, he was already hard. Pulling up your little nightgown you were wearing over your head. Slipping your panty’s down your legs. Had you now laying naked. “Come on Baby up, come sit on my face.” Pulling you upwards. Your pussy hovering above his face. He got a grip on your thighs and waist and pulled you down on his mouth. You moaned, grinding your pussy on his face. After he made you cum. You slit down. Pulling down his pants. His cock was so hard, leaking pre cum. You sat on top of his huge cock. Gliding your wet pussy up and down his shaft. Prager moaned. “Fuck Baby stop teasing me.” You gave him a cheeky smile. “You want me to put it in?” You asked. Letting your hands slide over his pecs and abs. His body twitching under your fingers. Diving forward, kissing and licking his nipples. He was so sensitive. “Yes baby please.” He whimpered. You pulled your hips up, guided his cock towards your entrance and slowly slid down on him. Both of you moaning and whimpering. Grabbing his massive arms by his wrists and pulled them above his head. He let you do whatever you want with him, dominating him. And he enjoyed every second of it.

You started riding his cock the best you could.

After a while your legs were burning and trembling. Prager noticed this and pulled you down against his chest now laying on top of him. “You did so good baby, now let me take care of you.” Kissing your neck. His arm now around your waist pulling you down and made sure you stayed pressed against his chest, his other on your ass, he started pounding in to you, snapping his hips up in a fast pace. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooooh!” You moaned out. Both starting to feel your orgasm aproaching. You came first. Clenching around him, and sucking him in and milking his cock. He came right after, pumping his hot sticky seed inside your womb. You stayed there for a while. Both now catching your breath. Prager carefully lifting your hips, pulling himself out. Hissing from being so sensitive. He laid you down beside him. Staring in each other’s eyes.

“They know.” Prager mumbled, Breaking eye contact. Now looking down, his fingers gliding over the swell of your breasts. Furrowing your eyebrows. “Who knows?” He let out a deep sigh. “Lopez, Lyle, Brown. The whole team knows.” You looked at him with confuse. “So?” His Eyes snapped up at you. “So? I don’t want them to know.” Lovingly stroking his face with your fingerstips. “Why?” His eyes darting away, you could see on his facial expression he was starting to get insecure. “They will probably try and snatch you away from me.” You sat up kissing his lips. Cupping his face in your hands. “They won’t and they can’t. Because I only want you.” Giving him a small smile. “I’m yours Prager.” His eyes grew big. He coulnd’t believe what you said. A smile creeping up his face. “Mine.” And kissed you hard. Both pulling away, you then looked down on yourself and him. Both still glistening with sweat and his cum smeared everywhere. “We need a shower.” You said giggling.

Pulling on a rope and grabbing some fresh towels. Both now on your way to the community showers. The two of you were almost done washing your body’s untill the doors swung open. You and Prager were both in the same shower stall. Him sticking out above the walls That seperated the stalls because of his size. His head snapped towards the doors. He pressed you against the wall in front of him, holding you close. He allready knew it was his whole team. They just ended their gym session. How could he be so stupid to forget this? They did this every single night at the same time. You were hugging his waist. Your head resting on his lower stomach.

“Prager ma boyyy.” Lopez yelled out. “What? Ya girlfriend threw you out?” Lyle asked. He was obviously jealous. “I think she finally found out what he’s like.” Ja said. All three of them laughing. You started to open your mouth, wanting to defend your man. Prager quickly shot you a look. You had a better idea to shut them up. Show em to not make fun of him anymore. They were clearly jealous of Prager he had a Girl and they didn’t.

You started kissing and sucking his lower stomach. Kissing down slowy. Trailing down your hands. Slowy taking his dick in your hand, and licking the base of his cock. Prager now places both hands on the wall of the shower stall, Holding himself up. “What’s wrong?” Z-dog asked him. Prager swallowed hard “I- uh N-nothin.” He stammered out. His whole team was staring at his strange behaviour. Even Quaritch. You continued to lick and suck his cock. Now Taking him in your mouth starting to bop your Head up and down. Prager closed his eyes breathing hard by now. “Ey man you sure you okay?” Mansk asked. Taking a step in his direction. “Yeah! Yeah m’fine just stay there..” your Hands now milking him and you sucked hard on his tip. He hissed “fffuck.” Z-dog was the First one to understand what was going on and started to laugh. “Damn Prager, where did you find that one?” The others shot her a confusing Look. “What are ya Talkin’ bout?” Quaritch asked z-dog. Glancing around at all of her team mate’s. “Are ya’ll dumb? He’s getting his dick sucked right infront of ya’ll eyes and ya’ll don’t even notice, i can’t with man.” Z-dog was laughing so hard Tears were Rolling down her cheeks. They all froze, and looked at Prager again. All staring at him. Who was panting and gasping for air. He released his seed in your mouth and you swallowed it al. You heard his Team mates mumble to each other. Glancing upwards flashing Prager a cheeky grin. He smirked at you. You grabbed your towel, wrapping it around your body. And stepped out behind the shower Wall. They all froze in place now looking at you. You looked back at Prager. “You coming Baby? I’m not done with you yet.” Biting your lower lip and staring up at him. Grabbing his hand and pulling you with him. Walking out of the showers. Throwing Lyle, Lopez and Ja judging lookes. They all just stood there. With theyre mouth’s hanging open. To dumbfounded to speak. “Well i’ll be damned.” Quaritch chuckled out, shaking his Head.

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Why can't I meet people like this in real life?!?!?!?! Is it so wrong to want to be small and have a big and comfy S/O to treat me like their little tiny princess?

Can i request roadhog, zarya, junkerqueen, Reinhardt and mauga with a girlfriend who loves their partners muscles? They would be anything that requires physical strength and she's just a few feet away and staring at them like 😍

The reader will be gender neutral, but of course, I can write this!

Overwatch with s/o who loves their muscles

Roadhog

Roadhog is the definition of built different, okay?

He's definitely not used to your awed gaze and even gets a little shy when you stare at him

Though, if you're already his partner, he's a little proud of how much you seem to adore the way he looks

If you want him to, he'll let you sit on his shoulder while he carries you around

Zarya

She's used to the adoring gaze since she is the strongest women in Russia but from you, it's a different kind of pride

She doesn't show off a lot, but if you ask, you can come to the gym with her and watch her work out

Zarya isn't too keen on carrying you since she's worried she'll hurt you, but she will carry all of your things for you

Junker Queen

She definitely notices and will show off her muscles with a proud smile

She'll start lifting heavy things in front of you in order to impress you with her strength

And it definitely fuels her ego when she sees how happy and awed you look

Reinhardt

Oh, he's happy to show off and tell you all the stories about his time fighting in Germany and how he got all his scars

He'll also carry stuff for you all the time, including yourself if you let him

But if you're holding anything, he'll take it from you because why should you carry it when he can do it for you?

Mauga

As glorious as his muscles are, he's not used to getting compliments, so when you compliment him he gets a huge smile on his face

He'll start showing off the strength even if it's just by carrying you around

He's also happy to let you touch his biceps if you want to

He's so pretty I can't😭

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Holy shit, talking about brains and brawn again cuz just rewatched the movie and can we talk about The parallels between them both sacrificing themselves to save their younger brother????

This is older twin Donnie propaganda btw

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Don’t give up Y’all! Keep the fandom alive!

Every art piece, like (for ANYTHING RISE RELATED! Videos, art, TikTok’s, etc), email, favorite, fanfic, post, demand at Nickelodeon and Brian Robbins, post, stream, recommendation, it ALL COUNTS! If one of the writers for ROTTMNT believes in us, then there is always hope!

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JUST JUNGKOOK GETTING OUT OF THE SHOWER