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Lesson Three: Somnophilia

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: it's all conversation but it is about somnophilia and cnc at large

Genre: smut but only kinda this time

Summary: Some things are not self explanatory, and Steve has decided he's going to fill in the gaps by coming to you to ask his questions about sex and some of those questions have more involved answers than you'd expect

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You sing and dance along to the music blaring through your speaker as you fold and put away your laundry. You barely hear the knock at your door. Actually, you don't hear it at all, but when Steve shouts your name on the other side you're finally able to hear the solid taps on wood.

"Oops." You chuckle to yourself. You pause your music and jog over to your door, folded bra in hand. When you swing it open Steve's hand is still up by his head to knock again.

"Hi Stevie! Sorry about that, couldn't hear you over the music." You smile.

"Yes I could tell, sorry to bother- are you busy?" Steve's eyes widen when he catches sight of your bra clutched in your hand on your hip.

"Oh, no I was just folding laundry. Nothing you can't be in here for." You nod your head for him to enter your bedroom and shut the door behind him.

"So what's up?" You ask.

"I have a new question." He says sitting on your bed.

"Shoot." You tell him, walking into your closet to hang a dress.

"What's somnophilia?" He asks and your eyes widen in shock as you slot your dress in its spot.

"Christ. Where are you getting these questions from Rogers? Because you come to me with questions about shit that has literally never come up in a regular conversation?!" You ask before stepping back out.

"Are these unsavory things?" He tilts his head so innocently you almost can't believe what he's just asked you about.

"I am in no position to judge the ways people engage with all things surrounding the deadly sin of lust. I'm just trying to figure out where your questions originate." You say.

"There's plenty of sources." Steve shrugs.

"Evidently so. Look, this one I can't give you a kinesthetic lesson on but I'll explain it and you can ask whatever questions you want." You say.

"Why can't you do a kinesthetic lesson?" He asks.

"Because of the nature of somnophilia. It falls under the umbrella of a large collection of activities known as consensual non consent"

"You've mentioned it before." Steve says, even flipping back to another page of his notebook. Did he write it down last time?

"Yes, I believe you said it was an oxymoron." You chuckle.

"Well it is."

"I know. That's the point. Sometimes people are interested in trying things that are unethical or dangerous, so they create opportunities to safely engage with those interests. It's like those toy cars for kids that they drive on their yards or a play kitchen. They can't really drive or cook because they're babies, but they can pretend to do those things. It's like that." You explain.

"But in a sexual way?"

"Yeah pretty much."

"What's a dangerous way to have sex?" Steve sounds down right incredulous and you almost want to laugh, but instead you sit on the bed with him to explain.

"Oh there are plenty and dangerous in different ways. As far as consensual non consent, which for short is just called CNC, I'm not gonna keep saying the full thing, lots of people have desires to feel vulnerable, helpless, a sort of primal fear, those are mostly chemical reactions, you can set those off without actually putting yourself in real life threatening danger. Same reason people go cliff diving and bungee jumping and stuff."

"Okay, and somnophilia is like that?" Steve asks.

"Somnophilia is sex with a sleeping or otherwise unconscious person." You figure you should get the definition out of the way.

"Why would you want that?" He shakes his head.

"That's one of those answers that varies from person to person. Ultimately though it's mostly about the control, or lack thereof depending on what side of the pairing you are. Being at the mercy of someone else at all times, and inversely having unremitting access to someone without even having to ask, people like it."

"But why wouldn't you want to ask? How do you know they're enjoying it if they're asleep? Or if you're asleep." Steve furrows his brows.

"Well if you're the one awake it's about indulging yourself not so much your partner and if you're the one asleep their enjoyment is their business, you're just- a tool, some people like that. Plus unless drugs are involved chances are the one asleep will wake up in the middle and you can check in."

"Drugs?!" Steve looks at you, eyes ready to pop right out of their sockets.

"Some people use drugs, yes, they don't care for a check in, like a living doll I guess." You shrug.

"Have you done it before?"

"Paralytic agents? No." You shake your head.

"I meant- somnophilia." He clarifies.

"Oh, well yes but only in the sleeping way."

"I don't understand, how does that work? How do you do that safely?" Steve asks.

"Not without plenty of prerequisite conversation, plus that's where safewords, safe gestures, and frequent check ins are incredibly important. You have to be incredibly clear on everything before anyone touches anyone."

"What kind of conversations have to be had?" He asks, pen at the ready. He's seriously going to take notes on this.

"Well, you'll need to discuss what the limits are. What's allowed for the awake person to do to the unconscious person. If the person's just sleeping naturally they will probably wake up pretty quickly, I did, but that adds a level of clarification as well. How do you know when someone who is asleep wants you to touch them ya know? Like at least- okay this is going to sound insane but stay with me, if you're using drugs the person has to knowingly take it and therefore there's a level of understanding inherently of what will go down once they kick in. But everyone sleeps so deciding when disrupting that sleep will be well received is important. Of course, sometimes you'll gauge wrong, but when they wake up they'll let you know."

"But you can't gauge that unless or until you wake them."

"I mean different dynamics will have their own systems. The simplest and probably most common way people give nonverbal cues for this sort of thing specifically is sleeping naked or without underwear or wearing a particular article of clothing because then the sleeping person can indicate without having to explicitly say before bed that they're open to being touched while unconscious." You explain.

"This is complicated." He blows out a breath and you chuckle a bit at his exasperation.

"A little, yes, but I think it's worse here than it would be in reality because I'm trying to explain it in a hypothetical sense and not just discussing it in context of an actual dynamic." You say.

"So how would a real conversation about this go?" He asks.

"You know what, I can't give you a hands on lesson of actual somnophilia but maybe we can roleplay the conversation a real couple would have about it! I will start the conversation and you just respond with whatever feels most natural to you, okay?" You shift so you're facing him better.

"O-okay sure." Steve nods his head.

"I want to try somnophilia." You say plainly.

"O-kay." Steve says, he draws out the second syllable as if he's unsure what else to say.

"Do you know what that is?" You ask.

"Not... really. No." He shakes his head.

"It's a kink thing but the long and short of it is you get to fuck me while I'm asleep."

"While you're asleep?!"

"Yes." You nod once, sharply.

"But- I don't want to disturb you while you're sleeping, you already have awful nighttime habits. And what if you're not in the mood? How am I supposed to tell if you're asleep?" Steve shakes his head. Your nighttime habits was such an unnecessary call out.

"Well I was thinking of a system we could use for that, like the way some bathrooms have a little thing that indicates if it's vacant or occupied? What if I just sleep naked? Like on the nights I want you to touch me while I'm asleep." You suggest in the way you feel would make sense if you were actually telling a partner this.

"So if you're in the mood you'll just sleep naked?"

"Yeah! I mean that way anything you could want to touch is like as easily accessible as it gets." You shrug.

"But- how do you- want me to touch you? If you're asleep I can't ask what you want." He shakes his head.

"What I want is for you to touch me, the how is- a chance to be selfish. Do what you want. The point is that I'm trusting you and open to you even at my most vulnerable. Take what you want, or give what you want."

"And what happens when you wake up?"

"What do you mean?" You tilt your head.

"I can't imagine you won't be able to feel whatever I do, and in that case surely you'll wake up pretty quickly right? What happens then? Or am I supposed to try not waking you up?"

"No. I don't have to stay asleep, I mean if I do stay asleep then don't worry about it, but if I wake up that's fine too." You say.

"There's a possibility you could stay asleep while I'm- ya know, inside you?" Steve looks shocked and maybe a bit confused.

"Well I don't know we haven't tried it yet so I guess we'll figure that out." You shrug.

"But you see it as a possibility-"

"Sure. I'm not the heaviest of sleepers but you seem so concerned I can't imagine you'll be putting me through the mattress or anything extreme like that." You say.

"Putting you-"

"I just mean that I suspect you'll be incredibly gentle with me and while that's perfectly fine, depending on how gentle you are, I may not wake up in the middle of it." No need to explain the phrase putting you through the mattress.

"And if you don't?"

"Do what you came to do and then keep it moving. I'll piece it together myself once I'm awake." 

"You'll piece it together?" He sounds skeptical.

"When I wake up feeling stretched out or leaking like a faucet, it'll be kinda hard to miss." You say.

"My goodness." Steve says. That shocked him, despite the nature of this entire conversation.

"Yeah so I think that's roughly how that kind of conversation would go between partners." Now feels like the right place to cut the roleplay.

"Wow that- kinda helped." He nods.

"Great, any other questions about it?" You ask.

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Excuse me?" You blink at him. you're not quite sure what he's asking.

"Well you said you've done it right? Is it something you enjoy? Would you try it again?" He asks with eyes that seem way too innocent for what he's asking about.

"Oh- yeah, I enjoyed it. I'd try it again I suppose if I was in a relationship that made sense to suggest it in."

"What do you mean?"

"Well if I'm dating someone who's on the more vanilla side I'd probably not bring it up. It's not do or die." You shrug.

"Oh."

"Would you try it? Now that you know what it is." You ask.

"I think I'd be more comfortable on the receiving end actually. I don't know that I would be able to handle the possibility that I cross a boundary with my girlfriend because I made an assumption. Even one that we'd previously discussed I could make an assumption on. Plus I too much enjoy all the little reactions, it's not as enjoyable for me if I don't know that my partner is enjoying it." He says.

"That's understandable. It's not for everyone. It requires a lot of trust and that's something that has to be built, may be difficult to imagine that if you don't or haven't had a relationship with that level of trust."

"Yeah maybe. Thank you for explaining. I'm- gonna go, now." Steve stands. It looks like he has a lot on his mind.

"Sure thing. You know where to find me when you've got more questions." You tell him.

Whatever he's pondering you hope he sorts it out, but you have to finish sorting your laundry.

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KEY: Angst-☔️, Smut-🔥, Fluff-☀️, Comedy-🎭, In Progress-✏️, Complete-✅, Social Media AU-📱, Request-🎁

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~Take A Break: or the one where his boyfriend and girlfriend are worried about him ft. Mel Medarda & Viktor 🔥☀️

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Take A Break

Pairing: Mel Medarda x Jayce Talis x Viktor

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: everybody getting swallowed I guess (lmao I'm sorry that's insane)

Genre: smut a little fluff

Summary: Mel and Viktor do not agree on most things, but they both care for Jayce, and for him- they're willing to work together

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Mel is sitting at her desk reading over a contract when the heavy doors of her office are pushed open without warning. She's not expecting anybody, but it's especially surprising when Viktor strolls in.

"Viktor, to what do I owe this visit?" She asks.

"Jayce." Viktor says. That's not nearly enough information.

"I haven't seen him today, I thought it was your day, is it not?" Mel frowns, mentally trying to figure out if she's forgetting something.

"It is, but he won't leave the forge. Something is obviously wrong with him and- I hate to admit it but you clearly have a positive affect on his mood." Viktor says.

"Likewise." Mel says.

"He needs a distraction. I think we need to- how do I put this? Distract him."

"You want my help to get Jayce out of a funk?"

"Indeed." He nods.

"Well, if he's hurting, I suppose it's worth putting aside our feelings for his sake." Mel hums.

"I'm glad you agree." Viktor says. Mel finally rises from her seat and walks towards the door.

"Come along then, let's take care of our boy." She says as she passes Viktor. The pair of them make their way to Jayce's hideaway. He spends so much time here it's almost as if Mel and Viktor have to compete with the forge for his attention sometimes. Mel places a hand on his shoulder gently to get his attention.

"Hey careful! I'm swinging a hammer, why would you come up behind me like that?" Jayce frowns turning to face Mel.

"Jayce darling, how long have you been down here?" Mel asks softly.

"I- I dunno, a couple hours maybe?" He shakes his head.

"Viktor?" Mel asks for confirmation.

"You've been here all day. Do you have any idea what time it is?" Viktor crosses his arms and Mel almost wants to laugh at how much of a disgruntled mother he comes off as.

"I don't keep a clock down here Viktor." Jayce sasses.

"We were supposed to be in the lab today Jayce." Viktor says.

"I'd rather be here."

"Jayce, you'll exhaust yourself. I think that's enough my darling, you're worrying us." Mel says gently, her hand still on his shoulder rubbing small circles. His skin is so warm from being down here.

"I'm fine." Jayce says. Mel places a kiss on his shoulder.

"You may not want to go to the lab, but perhaps you'd join us for something else that's... recreational."

"Us?" Jayce glances down at Mel who is still peppering his heated skin with light kisses.

"Yes, us. Whatever's bothering you, lose yourself in our arms." Mel trails her fingers down his arm.

"Please Jayce, I was meant to spend time with you today and all you've done is smelting." Viktor comes up to his other side, placing a hand on his bicep. Jayce drops the tools in his hands with a sigh and Mel gently grabs one of his hands to pull him towards the door. He doesn't resist, he allows Mel to take him from the room with Viktor following behind. The trio makes their way to Jayce's room, neutral ground for Mel and Viktor.

Mel places a hand on Jayce's face to grab his attention and urges him towards her for a kiss. Jayce practically melts when his lips touch hers, he pulls her closer, allowing her to explore his mouth with her tongue.

"I want to touch you- but I need to wash my hands." Jayce mutters against her lips.

"Quickly." Mel steps back. Jayce nods and walks over to his bathroom.

"I can't believe that worked so well." Viktor mutters.

"Jayce is easily enticed by sweet caresses." Mel nods. Jayce returns a few moments later.

"There, better." Jayce says placing his clean hands on Mel's hips.

"As much as I do love having your attention my darling, it's Viktor you've been neglecting today." Mel says using a finger to guide Jayce's head in Viktor's direction. Viktor's eyes widen, he didn't expect Mel to say anything like that. "You should be showing him how sorry you are for your carelessness." Mel steps out of Jayce's embrace.

"I'm sorry Viktor, we were supposed to spend the day together and I basically hid from you." Jayce grabs Viktor's hand and caresses his cheek softly. Jayce kisses Viktor, sweetly at first, but when Viktor melts against his solid form, Jayce pulls him closer, deepens the kiss, slips his tongue between Viktor's lips. Viktor moans into the kiss, barely keeping himself up as Jayce pours every unspoken word of atonement into it. Jayce walks Viktor over to the bed, quickly removing Viktor's pants before urging him to sit on the mattress.

"Jayce-" Viktor blinks at him, panting even, as he drops to his knees in front of him. Mel joins the pair, sitting on the bed next to Viktor, ready to guide Jayce.

"You deserve better than that." Jayce says kissing Viktor's thigh.

"You're talking quite a bit Jayce, why don't you show him that you know better." Mel says with a hum. Viktor's gaze snaps to her momentarily.

"Show me?"

"Do you feel he's sufficiently apologized? I don't." Mel shrugs.

"I-" Viktor stops short when Jayce wraps his lips gingerly around Viktor's dick. He lets out a shuddering breath as Jayce begins bobbing his head up and down.

"See? Isn't that much better as an apology?" Mel asks.

"W- it's- I can't-" Viktor sighs shakily, unable to finish a thought.

"Now Jayce, make sure you actually earn Viktor's forgiveness my darling, I'll reward you if he approves of your apology." Mel says, petting Jayce's head affectionately. Jayce hums around Viktor's dick, acknowledging Mel's words, the feeling makes Viktor moan. Viktor grips the sheets tightly, trying not to squirm as Jayce eagerly swallows him down.

"Holy- my god." Viktor groans.

"He's rather good with his mouth isn't he?" Mel smirks.

"Very- he- really wants to earn forgiveness." Viktor pants out. Jayce continues bobbing his head up and down and Viktor continues to moan, thrusting his hips up into Jayce's hot mouth. It's all he can think to do, with Jayce sucking him hard, swirling his tongue, it's maddening. Jayce doesn't let up, even as Viktor twitches and tenses, his orgasm creeping up on him from Jayce's ministrations.

"He's reward motivated." Mel shrugs. "Like a puppy." she hums patting Jayce's cheek. Jayce moans around Viktor's cock and it sends him over the edge with a shaky moan. Jayce diligently keeps his mouth wrapped around Viktor, swallowing each spurt of hot cum until Viktor falls back onto the mattress, panting and clearly spent. Jayce releases Viktor with a slight pop but remains kneeling.

"Shit." Viktor breathes out.

"Do you feel Jayce has earned your forgiveness Viktor?" Mel asks.

"He worked rather hard for it." Viktor mutters.

"Then, shall we reward him?"

"It would be cruel not to." Viktor says.

"You can be cruel, if you feel so inclined." She shrugs.

"I-"

"Please. I promise it won't happen again." Jayce says, voice ever so slightly hoarse.

"Do you believe him Viktor?" Mel asks.

"Do... you?" Viktor asks her back.

"I'm not the one he transgressed." She shakes her head.

"I believe him." Viktor says.

"Well, lucky for you then Jayce. Up. Strip for us." Mel commands, tapping Jayce's shoulder. He scrambles to his feet and removes his clothing while Mel and Viktor watch. He fidgets slightly under their gaze.

"Turn." Mel says and Jayce slowly does a full circle. She pinches one of his deliciously round buttcheeks, enjoying the way they jolt at the contact. "What kind of reward should we give him Viktor? Would you like to taste him too?"

"Oh- yes." Viktor says.

"Very well. Jayce, lay down, across the horizontal side." Mel says and Jayce quickly gets into position. "Viktor may want to reward you, I think we can keep putting you to work even so." Mel runs a finger under his chin with just enough pressure to push his head upward.

"Of course Mel." Jayce breathes out, leaning to your touch.

"I'll Viktor decide how much pleasure qualifies as an appropriate reward but I expect you to taste me until I tell you to stop." Mel says, practically singing the words, her voice like a siren song as it reaches Jayce's ears, even Viktor is slightly enticed.

"Please let me." Jayce says, the words familiar as they fall from his lips. Mel swings her leg over Jayce's head, lowering herself onto his waiting mouth. In the same moment, Viktor wraps his lips around the head of Jayce's dick. He moans into her, making Mel sigh as the hum of his pleasure increases her own. Jayce buries his tongue between Mel's folds, eagerly lapping at her juices, relishing in each sound she makes because of him. He struggles to focus with Viktor swallowing him down but he's nothing if not determined. He wants to please Mel and he enjoys doing so. He licks and slurps at her cunt, moaning both at the taste of her and the feel of Viktor's mouth around him. Mel grinds herself against Jayce's tongue as he circles her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure with practiced ease, coaxing her over the edge. She tangles her fingers in his hair, tugging hard as her orgasm hits, sweet breathy moans escaping from her lips. Jayce relishes in the sweet sting of Mel pulling his hair.

"I knew you could handle a bit of multitasking." Mel hums as she settles back onto the bed next to Jayce.

"Thank you." Jayce pants out, his words dissolving into a moan as Viktor wraps a hand around him, stroking as he comes up to speak.

"I think I will let him orgasm now." Viktor says.

"That's so kind of you Viktor, you heard him Jayce, you're allowed to cum sweetheart." Mel says sweetly. Viktor dips his head back down, enveloping the tip of Jayce's dick, sucking hard, his hand tightly moving over him until Jayce cums with a shudder and a deep whimper. Viktor diligently swallows his release, only letting up when Jayce starts twitching from overstimulation. "Now what do you say to Viktor?" Mel gently lifts Jayce's chin, forcing him to look at Viktor.

"Thank you." Jayce breathes.

"We all agreed to a schedule for a reason my darling, it isn't fair to Viktor if you don't spend any time with him." Mel says.

"I know. I'm sorry Viktor. I was being thoughtless and insensitive. It won't happen again." Jayce says.

"If it does, next time I'll be doling the punishment, and we both know I'm not as kind as Viktor has been." Mel stands, adjusts her dress back in place, and begins to leave the room.

"Enjoy the rest of your day together boys. I'll see you in a couple of days Jayce my dear." She tosses over her shoulder as she exits. Tomrrow Jayce has a trip out of Piltover- every once in a while he has a day to himself, but Mel will see him when he returns. In the meantime she has work she needs to get done anyway. Hopefully the boys will use the rest of the day well- otherwise what a waste of her time trying to help out.

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I know the last thing anyone (me) needs is another fandom to dive head first into an obsession with AGAIN but unfortunately *or fortunately idk depends who you ask- new section of the library incoming

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Hello can I request nightcrawler X2 x reader who’s also a mutant and new to the whole good guy thing after being left by magneto please! (also can you include admiring Kurt’s angelic symbols and getting him flustered and soft romance😽)

~Just How Fast Life Changes~

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: None, I mean not really, I mention the end of X-2 but nothing bad.

Genre: fluff so much fluff- minor angst

Summary: You were so sure Magneto was always looking out for you it's almost devastating when he leaves you stranded, in an incoming flood. Luckily Charles always has a plan and a desire to help.

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"Magneto!" You dash out of the underground base, having narrowly avoided those pesky X-men. Magneto and Mystique are in a helicopter that's barely off the ground. There's someone else with them but you don't recognize the kid. Mystique seems to see you long before Magneto does, but she doesn't drop the copter for you, in fact she looks directly at you as she takes the thing higher and higher into the air, leaving you stranded.

You're- shocked? You know Mystique never liked you much but she's never outrightly screwed you and this is screwing you in the most extreme sense. The dam is breaking and you're sure it's only a matter of moments before you find yourself face to face with the exact people you just avoided trying to escape in the first fucking place.

"God fuck her." You sigh to yourself. You should've got rid of her as soon as Magneto called you. You don't have time to dwell on it, you need a way out of here and fast. It's hard to hear but there's a faint crunching of snow behind you and you spin around in time to see the entire group of mutant brats coming directly your way. Shit.

"What'd you do with the fucking helicopter?!" One of them growls at you. The one with the claws. He's holding a child, otherwise you'd expect him to lunge at you.

"Nothing you asshole! Magneto took it."

"Aren't you on his side?" The redhead frowns.

"Well somebody didn't get that memo." You scoff. You don't know whether to feel angry or embarrassed. Here are your enemies looking at you with confusion because the people you came with left you to die.

"Are you out of your mind?!" The one with the weird glasses snaps his head to Charles. He's the only one whose name you know, since Magneto talked of him often. He must have said something, but you're not sure what would warrant that response.

"Scott-" the woman with white hair seems to be attempting to calm weird glasses- Scott she said? Calm him down.

"No fucking way she just tried to kill us!" He shouts back. Ah, so you're the topic of discussion that has him so up in arms.

Before anyone can make their case in opposition, a giant aircraft comes careening into the open snow behind you and you stumble out of the way towards the group to avoid being crushed by it. A ramp comes down at the back of the aircraft and you watch them pile into it- except the man with the claws. He takes the child he's holding into the woods first and you're not sure why because he returns shortly after to join the others.

"Hello." A voice says next to you and you jump back in surprise.

"Shit, you scared me." You say. It's another member of their weird little team. This one is blue, like Mystique, though it would appear he teleports, not like Mystique.

"They are arguing over whether or not we should take you with us." He says, you can't pinpoint his accent but you like the way some of his words have a z sound.

"Why are you telling me this?" You look at him skeptically.

"Because from what I have gathered the bald man has the last word and he says we take you which means we most likely will in which case the arguing is a waste of time that we do not have."

"I still don't get why you came to talk to me about this."

"Are you going to come with us?" He stares at you intently.

"Doesn't really seem like it's up to me."

"They can argue all they want but it means nothing if you will not board the craft, in which case I can tell them to leave. So are you going to come with us?"

"If I don't come I drown." You say.

"Do you want to drown?" He asks which- seems like an odd question but he asks it with a surprising amount of sincerity in both his voice and eyes.

"No."

"Then I will take you aboard. Make things quicker so we don't all die here." He says.

"The man with the weird glasses seems rather adamantly opposed to my being there." You say.

"Then that is a problem for the man with the weird glasses to solve for himself." He shrugs. "I will wrap my arms around you to teleport us back into the aircraft."

"Okay." You say. You have to remind yourself that this is your best chance of survival, whether you trust these people or not. The blue man slowly wraps his arms around you just as he said, he's careful and mindful of where he touches you, so are you. Suddenly you're in the aircraft with at least a dozen eyes on you.

"What the fuck, you brought her on board?!" Weird glasses goes again.

"We do not exactly have time to sit here arguing about it for 30 minutes."

"It won't matter who's on board if I can't get this damn thing to start!" The woman with the white hair is up at the front frantically pushing buttons and switching toggles on the aggressively complicated looking panel. Her statement gets weird glasses up to the front with her, trying to help you guess.

"Y/n." You hear quietly and snap your head, wondering who here could possibly know your name. Based on the amount of frenzied conversation as they all try to fix the thing before the dam bursts the only person not occupied enough to have called your name would be- Charles. You shuffle over to him, cautious, but curious as to why he called you.

"I am sorry for the chaos, and what has happened to you."

"I don't need your pity."

"It is not pity dear, it is empathy. Magneto and I were once close too. I understand the... shock of his betrayal when it comes."

"We don't need to have a heart-to-heart about anything okay I'm not sticking around." You tell him.

"Jean." He mutters, someone's name, it gets the attention of the others and you back away from him to avoid whatever is going on.

"Wait where's Jean?" The one with the claws asks.

"She's outside." Charles responds. That seems to get everyone into a frenzy. Weird glasses is yelling at the woman with white hair, she's desperately trying to do something, anything, but is unable to- you finally realize who is missing in the sea of unfamiliar nameless faces. The redhead.

Amongst the frenetic yelling you're able to pick up only a few things. She's controlling the ship, preventing them from saving her, she plans to sacrifice herself to get her friends out of here. It's chaos, they're all screaming over each other you can't even tell what anyone's saying, then the jet lifts, you can hear the rush of water just outside and next thing you know the man with the glasses is crying in the arms of the man with the claws, the woman with white hair is focused on flying but you don't even need to read her mind to see that she's also grieving. Even the kids all seem solemn. 

You're a bit shocked to witness this. They must really care about the red head and perhaps each other overall? It's interesting, as an outsider looking in and trying to understand their dynamics.

It takes a few hours to return to- wherever you are, from Alkali Lake. You do a quick scan of everyone's thoughts to get your bearings. The first thing you get is relief, but past that some information. New York. A mansion. They live here. So do the kids. The guy with the claws is first off the jet but he returns quickly, with a wheelchair. Must be for Charles. The other adults fuss over him as they transfer him from the jet to his chair. The kids shuffle out slowly and you climb out after everyone else. Everyone's just standing around for a moment, recalibrating themselves, settling their nerves you suppose.

"Y/n." Charles calls and your eyes widen, he's not even facing you. You walk over to him. "Come with me, I'd like to talk with you for a while." He says and the guy with the glasses starts to follow you. "Alone, Scott." Charles stops to toss over his shoulder.

"Professor, I really do not think that's a good idea." He says.

"I think I can handle this one son."

"Scott! Can I get your help over here?" The woman with white hair calls to him and he reluctantly walks to her and mutters something. Your curiosity gets the best of you, you slip into the mind of the blue one to hear the conversation as you follow Charles.

"I wish Jean was here-"

"She's not." The man with the claws says.

"But if she was she could at least listen and I'd feel much better about leaving the professor with-"

"Yeah well she's gone. And we're not going to waste time pondering the what ifs because it'd be disrespectful to her sacrifice. Now I need you to get it together, the kids are scared, they need us, and I can't do my job if I have to worry about whether or not you can do yours." The woman with white hair grits out quietly to weird glasses. She must be trying to avoid the kids hearing her. You're impressed, she's hurting but she refuses to let it slow her down.

"Wow she's tough." You mutter.

"You're snooping." Charles says with an almost imperceptible smile. You clear your throat and straighten yourself.

"Force of habit." You say sheepishly.

"I find that people respond better when you get to know them organically rather than through telepathy."

"Right."

"Then they usually let you rifle through their minds freely." He jokes, flashing a bright smile your way. You chuckle a bit.

"Ya don't say." You muse and he nods sagely. Charles pushes open a door to reveal what's clearly some sort of office.

"This is my office." He says.

"I gathered." You nod.

"I thought it'd be better to have a conversation here so you don't have to worry about the others."

"Okay."

"What's your plan?" He asks and you shrug.

"I don't have a plan. Or rather, Magneto was my plan. I didn't think I'd need a backup." You say.

"Well we did just lose a telepath." He hums.

"That can't possibly be how things work around here. The dude with the weird glasses was crying with the claws guy over the red head, you don't just replace people in that kind of environment."

"No you're right, I'm not suggesting you replace her. That would be unfair. To everyone actually. I am simply suggesting that you consider joining the team."

"I don't know if that's a great idea." You shake your head.

"I don't see why not."

"I can think of one major reason. The guy with the weird glasses does not like me at all."

"He'll get over it. Scott's stubborn but he's a good guy and if you manage to get it, his loyalty will never waver."

"They'll be looking over their shoulder for as long as I'm around. They'd probably never believe that I'm not going to run back to Magneto with anything I learn here."

"Will you?"

"Even if I walk out this door and don't ever come back here, Magneto will never see me again. Not for anything good anyway. But that doesn't change the fact that the guy with the glasses doesn't trust me."

"He can, in time. After all trust is earned but I have faith in your ability to gain it, if you so desire and you put in the effort to do so. You can start by learning names. 'The guy with the weird glasses' is Scott. The one with the claws is Logan, the woman still with us is Storm, the red head was Jean Grey."

"I'm sorry for your loss." You say.

"I'm sorry for yours as well." He says and you're unsure how to react to that. Your situation with Magneto is a loss of some sort. He may not be dead but he might as well be, he's dead to you anyway. "My name is Charles."

"I know."

"Of course you do." He chuckles.

"Not from snooping. Magneto spoke of you."

"He spoke of you as well. Fondly."

"Weird." You say and Charles smiles slightly, almost sardonically.

"My last name is Xavier, you'll hear a lot of people refer to me as Professor or Professor X. This is publically known as Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, we colloquially refer to it as the mansion or x mansion here but we keep the fact that it's a mutant school generally a secret from any nonmutants." He continues his explanation.

"What about the teleporter?" You ask the question before you can even stop yourself. He's given you everyone else's name but not the teleporter.

"Ah, Kurt. Kurt Wagner. He's new here. Much like yourself, hopefully."

"You- really think I should join your- what is this even?"

"We're a team, and a group of educators, and a family- and things are probably going to be rough for a little while following this incident, but I think the others would benefit from you being here as much as you would. Besides, I feel you could be good for some of our students."

"Look I don't have another plan, so I'll give the gifted school thing a shot. I'm not promising to stick around, I don't wanna spend the rest of my life arguing with weir- Scott." You correct yourself. If you're going to live here Charles is right, you should probably use names.

"Do you even agree with Magneto's plan?"

"I agree with Magneto's grievence. Why should we be punished for our very existence? None of us asked to be this way."

"But you don't think humans deserve to die." It's not a question, it's a statement.

"Fear can be fed, which means it can also be starved. I want to believe things can be better without killing all humans but I won't sacrifice myself in the name of keeping peace with those that seek to wipe me out." You say. Charles nods almost solemnly.

"Welcome to the X-men." He says after a moment.

"You call yourselves the X-men?" You ask and even you can recognize that you sound a bit judgy.

"It sounds more conceted than it is. It's not because of me, it's because mutants have extraodinary power." He explains.

"Right. Are we done then?"

"For now" He nods.

"Cool." You exit his office, unsure how to feel about that whole conversation. You're gonna live here now, teach students, fight bad guys probably. So many weird turns today. You're barely two steps from the door when you hear a voice next to you.

"Hello."

"Fuck! Do you do that a lot?" You look at Kurt incredulously.

"No. It's just that you were in there a long time. I got curious."

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Never! I was just waiting for you to come out." He says.

"Why?" You tilt your head.

"The man with the weird glasses has been not kind to you, I thought he might drive you away."

"Well if that's his plan he'll have to try much harder. Charles has asked me to stay."

"Will you?" Kurt asks.

"For now." You nod.

"For now? You plan to leave?" His brow furrows.

"Only if it does more harm than good." You shrug and keep walking. You're gonna try and find the kitchen, get some water, maybe start talking to people start getting an idea of what this next chapter will be like.

"I do not believe that is possible." Kurt says keeping pace with you.

"I think it depends on how Scott reacts to my staying here." You muse.

"What?" You hear from behind you. You and Kurt spin around to find Scott coming from around a corner.

"Hm that's probably not how Charles wanted that news broken." You muse. "Charles asked me to stay. Join the X-men, teach some gifted youngsters and all that."

"What the fuck?"

"Hey man take it up with him." You shrug.

"Oh I will." Scott shoves between you and Kurt, presumably to find Charles.

"Before you go Scott which way's the kitchen?" You call after him. Scott stops in his tracks then very angrily points in a direction.

"Thanks!" You say pivoting to that direction. In the kitchen, you track down a bottle of water while Kurt looks at you with a curious expression.

"What is your name?" He asks. He must have only just realized he didn't know it.

"Y/n." You tell him.

"Y/n. Beautiful. My name is Kurt Wagner." He smiles.

"I know." You smile back.

"You know?" He blinks at you with surprise.

"Charles told me. He was giving me everyone else's name and so I asked him yours. I hope that's okay."

"I-"

"Either of you seen Storm?"

You turn around to see Logan poking his head into the kitchen.

"No." Kurt shakes his head.

"Weren't you with the professor?" He asks you.

"I was, now I'm here."

"You stickin around then?"

"For the forseeable future probably. Charles asked me to join the X-men."

"That would explain why Scott's in there throwing a fit right now then."

"You can hear him?"

"Oh yeah."

"Are you also angry that I'm staying?"

"Makes no difference to me as long as you don't hurt the people I care about."

"I'm not going to hurt anyone."

"Then you and me are gonna be just fine."

"Okay." You say keeping your face neutral, but you're incredibly relieved to hear that he's not going to give you any grief. You're not sure you'd be willing to stick around if you had  to deal with it from more than just Scott at the same time.

The next several months are not the easiest. With everyone trying to reestablish normal within the mansion after the whole debacle it's sort of difficult to find your own footing in that environment but you think you're starting to get the hang of it, at least you hope so after almost eight months socially anyway. Honestly the teaching part hasn't been that bad, you've only got 2 classes, they used to Jean's students apparently and while most of them got split amongst the others Charles thouught two was perfectly manageable for you, which it has. I mean the kids are cool and with help you think you've been doing a pretty decent job.

Charles has pretty regular meetings with you, checking in, keeping track of your adjusting to living here. It's a little odd but you appreciate that he seems to care about your quality of life.

Regarding the others, Storm has been the most open. She offers help, and asks how you are, extending more kindness than you expected. You're sure it's not easy for her since you're arrival coincides with the death of her friend but she's been very cool and you've been getting closer to her as of late which is nice.

Scott has been- pretty much as you expected. He's no longer openly protesting that you're here but he definitely gives you shit. It's annoying but you're no baby dear so you make sure to give it right back. It's tricky though, you know he's still grieving, from what Storm tells you Jean might as well have been his wife. It must be incredibly hard dealing with that kind of loss. Doesn't give him the right to treat you like garbage though. When the others conclude that he's more emoitonally stable you'll demand an apology for his bullshit but until then you'll just- gently push when you can.

From what you can tell Logan is not a people person. He's great with the students but he clearly prefers to be alone. He's polite to you, and you can tell he's trying really hard to be kind, probably to make up for Scott's lack of it. He chats with you occasionally and offers a helping hand every so often. You really appreciate the effort he's putting in to being friendly.

And then there's Kurt. Charles jokes that you're basically a packaged deal now. He's not too far off, you spend a lot of time together, sharing meals, spending your free time together, trading stories about yourselves. He has really been your saving grace here. There's such a comforting warmth you feel when you're around him and even though you're the telepath sometimes you swear he can read your mind, guessing what you need before even you know on occassion.

"Hello." Kurt pops up on the other side of the counter from you as you as you're making lunch in the kitchen. It no longer catches you off guard when he does it.

"Hello." You glance up from the cutting board to smile at him.

"I thought we agreed I was making lunch today?" Kurt tilts his head at you.

"I'm just cutting some fruit."

"Good because I have that pull apart bread you like in the oven and I made soup to go with it."

"You made the pesto bread?!" You gasp.

"I did, you said the other day that you haven't had it in a while so I thought I'd fix that."

"Are you kidding? That recipe's a bitch to make. Thank you."

"Before you start thanking me let's make sure I did it right." He smiles walking over to the oven to pull out the tray.

"Everything you've ever made me is delicious."

"Yeah but I'm usually not making something you already love in very particular way that's easy to mess up." He says.

"You couldn't mess it up if you tried." You scoff. He carefully transfers the hot pastry onto a large plate and puts it onto a tray along with 2 bowls of soup, your bowl of fruit, and a set of utensils for each of you.

"Your room or mine?" Kurt asks handing you the tray of food.

"Yours we did mine last time." You say. Kurt moves behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You try not to stiffen, or react at all in his hold knowing it's only for the sake of getting you from the kitchen to his bedroom.

"Very well then." He says and his voice in your ear sends a shiver up your spine. A moment later you're in his room and you gently place the tray in his bed before taking a seat, careful not to disturb the soup.

"Oo I'm excited okay." You gingerly separate a piece of the bread and pick up your soup bowl. Kurt watches with baited breath as you dip the bread into the soup and try it. He desperately hopes he got it right. As you chew your eyes fall closed and your whole body relaxes. It's fucking fantastic, you can't help but groan at how good it is. As if there was really any doubt.

"I hope that's a good sign?" Kurt asks. As much as he loves watching the pure bliss roll over you he needs to avoid getting overexcited because you're reacting to food. Plus he selfishly wants to hear you say he did well.

"It is a very good sign. It's perfect. Here try it." You dip the remaining part of your bread in your soup and feed it to him without even thinking about it. Kurt takes the piece from you with a smile. He never mentions it because he thinks you'll stop if he does, but he really likes it when you feed him.

"Okay, yeah it is pretty damn good." Kurt nods.

"Oh come on we knew it would be."

"I wasn't sure it'd live up to the standards. You can be pretty particular about your favorite foods."

"But you've never let me down." You smile.

"And I never plan to." He says. The two of you continue eating and chatting until all the food is gone, fruit bowl included.

"Thank you for lunch." You say once you've finished.

"Thank you for eating with me." He says.

"You made me food, how could I turn down that offer?" You shrug. Your eyes scan over his face as he looks away from you with a small smile. In all your story sharing with Kurt, you haven't been brave enough to ask about the markings decorating his skin. You find them curious and want to know more but you're not sure if it's a touchy subject given what you have already learned about him.

"Hey, where'd you go?" Kurt asks.

"What?" You blink at him.

"You're staring off, I can tell you're thinking about something pretty intently."

"Oh- it's nothing just- what are the markings on your face for?" You ask.

"Are you just now noticing them?"

"Well, no, but it's rude to ask people about why they look the way they do. I just figure we're close enough that I hope you know it's a well meaning question."

"I did them." He says.

"Why? What do they mean?"

"They're angelic symbols, one for every sin."

"Like the seven deadly ones?" You tilt your head.

"No. What? One for every of my own sins." He explains.

"Oh." You say. You shuffle closer to him trying to get a better look at the markings on his face. If he has 'one for every sin', whatever that means, they must cover much more than just his face. Kurt tries not to squirm under your gaze. "Do you mind if I touch them?" You ask softly, as if you could scare him just by asking.

"Go ahead." He says immediately. You lift your hand and carefully trace each line on his cheek, feeling the intricate patterns under the pads of your fingers. Kurt holds very still as you do, his breathing is so soft you can bearly hear it, he's worried that if he moves too much, makes too loud a noise he'll shatter the atmosphere that has you treating his scars with such gentleness he might die.

"They're so, beautiful."

"Beautiful?"

"Breathtaking honestly. I've never seen anything like it. You've created this wonderful work of art." You say so sweetly Kurt could melt. You feel a slight warmth spread through your fingertips from Kurt's face and you smile slowly. His deep blue skin may not be able to turn pink but blood still warms his cheeks like anyone else.

"I've never heard anyone speak that way about them." Kurt finally shifts but only to avoid your gaze with the cutest little smile you've ever seen.

"That's a shame. It's the truth. I really like them." You say turning his face with a guiding finger under his chin. His eyes widen, you're barely inches apart and he's not sure what to do.

"Thank you." Kurt whispers.

"You're so pretty." You tell him.

"That's- new."

"Do you hate it?" You ask.

"I couldn't hate anything to do with you." He says.

"You always say the sweetest things."

"I would really like to kiss you, could I? Please?" Kurt asks.

"I thought you'd never ask. Yes." You say. Kurt shifts forward just enough to press his lips to yours. Your fingers tip his chin, pulling him closer, kissing him longer. It's so tender you practically fall into him. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against him.

"I can't believe this." He breathes when you pull away.

"What?" You smile.

"I did not expect you to ever see me."

"I've always seen you. From the moment you asked me if I wanted to drown." You chuckle.

"What?" He laughs.

"It was such an odd question but I could see the sincerity in your eyes and I knew that was a look I never wanted to forget." You tell him.

"I'm glad you decided to stay."

"Me too." You touch your forehead to his. You don't need to be a telepath to know how deeply he cares for you and that familiar calmness wraps you like a warm blanket. You can't believe you ever thought Alkalai Lake would be your worst heartache when it would bring you here. To Kurt.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Can you write something like your fanfic "In The Woods Somewhere" with Frank Castle (The Punisher) x y/n or female reader? Please pretty please? Let me know, ok?

~Obsession~

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: okay well dubcon/noncon, oral (f receiving), worship kink lowkey kinda, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, whispers of a breeding kink

Genre: smut

Summary: Frank has been watching you for months now, tonight he finally sees a chance to strike

A/N: it's not a replica of ITWS but I hope you like it

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He sees you as soon as you walk into the bar. He knew you'd be coming here. In fact, he'd been watching the door waiting for you to get here. You came in with two friends giggling wildly as you make your way over to the bartender to order drinks. Frank was hoping you'd come by yourself tonight, usually you come with friends but on occasion you'll come alone and he was really banking on tonight being one of those alone nights. Oh well, he'll work around it.

He watches you with your friends while you drink and talk and dance, waiting for a moment to catch you alone. Eventually, after a couple of hours, you walk away from your friends. You leave them on the dance floor to get another drink and Frank doesn't waste a moment in sidling up next to you at the bar.

"Hey, I don't mean to bother you but god you look amazing. I just had to say something to you." Frank says before you can flag down the bartender.

"Thanks!" You say. You barely look at him, your focus is on the bartender, who finally walks over to you. "vodka cran please!" You say.

"I've got it." Frank tells the bartender, handing him cash as he makes your drink.

"Thank you." You tell the stranger although you're a bit suspicious since he hasn't even told you his name and yet he's buying you drinks. At least you saw the bartender make it yourself, so you know it's safe.

"Don't mention it." He shrugs.

"Okay, well, enjoy the rest of your night." You say downing your drink and walking away. You hope to lose the guy by disappearing into the crowd but you're also feeling claustrophobic in the crowded bar right now so you need to step outside.

Frank has no trouble keeping track of you as you bob and weave between throngs of people. He perks up when he notices you heading outside, alone. He walks quickly out of the bar and catches you leaned against a light pole nearby.

"Oh, hello again."

You jolt when you hear his voice from behind you.

"Shit." You mutter.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Came out for a smoke." Frank says, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket.

"It's outside, I don't own the place." You shrug.

"Sure but still I didn't mean to spook you there." He says.

"It's fine." You say. Frank takes a good look around and notices that the two of you are alone. There's not a single other person out here, which means if he plans to make his move tonight it has to be right now. Preemptively, Frank unlocks his car, takes one last scan to make sure you're alone, and then next thing you realize you're being scooped into his arms. You scream, of course you do, a stranger just picked you up.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" You thrash against his hold but he simply tightens his arms around you, barely even phased by your movements.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt ya." He says.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING CREEP." You shove at his chest.

"No can do princess."

Frank carries you quickly to his car and plops you in the front seat, buckling you in before getting in on the other side. You yank on the door handle but it won't fucking open. He drives for a while and the further you get from the bar, from your friends, the harder your heart pounds in your chest. You need a plan to get away as soon as he stops. You're not even sure where he's taking you or why.

You watch every turn he takes, every light he passes, every shopping center he drives by, hoping to keep track of your location but after 20 minutes you run out of landmarks. You're driving down a long windy road for several minutes until eventually he pulls into a gravel driveway. Running may not be the best plan here. He parks the car and walks over to let you out. When he opens the door you kick him in the chest and leap out of the car. You don't get far before he wraps his arms around your middle and lifts you up.

"Clever girl but you're not getting away from me that easy princess." He says.

"GET OFF OF ME DAMMIT!" You flail, trying to escape his grasp as he walks you into the house.

"No can do y/n, sorry. I've been wanting to get my hands on you for far too long to let you go now."

You freeze at his words. He knows your name, you rack your brain trying to figure out if you at any point tonight told him your name. You definitely didn't. How does he know your name?! You have to focus in order to keep your breathing steady. Frank puts you down once he walks into a bedroom. He locks the door behind him, though you're not sure that you'd be able to get around him even if it wasn't locked.

He looks at you for a while, just admiring you, he can't believe he's finally got you.

"What do you want from me?" You ask. His gaze is intense, you have to try not to squirm under the heat of it.

"I've been noticing you for a while you know. At that bar, the grocery store, that bookshop you like, the cafe you frequent-"

"You're stalking me?" You frown.

"Stalking is such a harsh word. You're just so alluring that you've completely bewitched me. I needed to have you."

"I'm not a toy."

"Far from it. You are- a goddess I intend to worship, an angel I hope will bless me, the very reason I live and breathe is you."

"I- don't even know who you are."

"Right, apologies princess, Frank, my name is Frank."

There's a stretch of silence, you're not even sure what to say. His words are enticing, in most other situations you'd be melting from them and even now you must admit part of your body responds to the proposition of him worshiping you.

"I promise I'm not going to hurt you, I just- I need to hold you, taste you, feel you, watch you fall apart in my arms from overwhelming pleasure at my hands- god please, please say you'll let me."

You're shocked by his words and again your mind and body are- conflicted. He's saying all the right things but he is literally holding you hostage here.

"If I say no are you going to let me go?" You ask.

"I- please don't ask me to." He steps closer to you and you step back. He takes another and so do you until your legs hit the edge of the bed. You can't steady yourself quick enough, sitting unceremoniously on the plush mattress.

"That's not a yes." You say. Frank drops to his knees in front of you.

"It's not. I can't give you that." He places a hand on your bare leg. You watch with skepticism clutching your heart as he kisses your knee. His lips are warm against your skin as his feather-light kisses trail up, and up, his hand pushing your skirt up out of his way as he moves closer and closer to your center.

"I have been dying to taste you." He mutters, nipping at your inner thigh. Frank rips your panties, exposing your pussy and making you gasp quietly.

"Gorgeous." He says, mostly to himself, before he buries his tongue between your folds. You draw a shuddering breath as he laps at your center. His tongue moves vigorously, moaning as your taste floods his senses. In that moment nothing could convince him you weren't the source of ambrosia. He swirls his tongue around your clit, watching your reactions as he indulges. He watches the way your chest heaves, the way you grip the comforter between your fingers, the way your eyes squeeze shut, the way you shiver from certain moves.

You keep your reactions mostly controlled, reluctant to give in to the way his mouth moves so perfectly against you. As Frank pulls you closer and closer to the edge it's harder to withhold your sounds but each suppressed moan or bitten back whimper only fuels Frank's efforts. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and licking at the little bundle of nerves and it's exactly the thing to gift Frank with the first of many orgasms he hopes to give you. He also finally gets to hear a proper moan from you, voice trembling as you ride out your release, falling back onto the bed.

"Fuck you taste incredible." Frank sighs before continuing to eat you. It's harder to restrain your responses now, you're sensitive from your first orgasm and he seems to be in no rush to give you a break. Your pants turn into whimpers as he licks you through a second orgasm and then a third and still continues feasting. You're dizzy from the pleasure, twitching from sensitivity, he has to hold you down, his tongue his everywhere and then- his fingers come into play and you cry out as they curl just right inside of your dripping wet cunt. Frank relishes in the way your walls spasm around his digits as they thrust in and out of you, blood rushing south at the thought that soon he'll feel those spasms around his aching cock. He makes you cum 2 more times with his tongue and fingers before finally he allows you some reprieve. Your breathing is coming out in harsh pants and every part of your body feels like it's buzzing, or on fire, or something- your head is cloudy.

"I had no idea making you cum on my tongue would be so fucking addicting." He hums licking his fingers clean.

"That was- a lot." You mutter, you can't think of anything else to say.

"I hope you can handle more princess because I'm- not quite finished with you yet." He stands and shucks off his pants, letting out a sigh of relief as he frees himself from the confines of jeans that are not forgiving with an erection. Frank leans over, placing sweet kisses along your throat as he lines himself up with your entrance. You gasp when he slides in, he's stretching you with his size. He moves slowly, reveling in each pulse of your walls around him as he sinks deeper into you. A shaky groan falls from his lips as he bottoms out.

"I've thought about this for so long- god you feel even better than I imagined." He pants out. It's almost overwhelming, the soft wet heat of your walls enveloping him. It takes a moment for him to do anything, but he eventually starts to rock his hips, slowly at first but picking up the pace as he goes, setting a steady rhythm that has you writhing beneath him.

"God I love you." Frank grunts. "I can't believe you're here, in my arms." He pants. "Taking my dick- fuck you're beautiful."

Frank is full of desperate declarations as he fucks into you. His thrusts are almost frantic, he holds you tightly, as if he thinks you'll disappear, he litters your throat with kisses and marks, muttering about how gorgeous you are and how badly he needs you and the pleasure induced haze it's easy to let his words carry you away, especially when his dick is hitting all the right spots. His lips trail lower, wrapping around an aching nipple and the sweet whine you let out causes his hips to jerk faster, fuck you harder, hold you tighter.

He won't last much longer, he kows it, feels his release creeping up his spine, but he wants another one from you, wants to feel you cum all over his dick, milk him for everything he's got. So, he slips a hand between your bodies and finds your clit. You yelp, jolt against him, when his fingers touch you. You're still sensitive and it's impossible to contain your cries as he rubs tight circles against you.

"C'mon princess, gimme just one more- fuck I need to feel you cum on my dick." Frank coaxes you over the edge yet again and your nails dig almost painfully into his shoulder as you spasm around him. Your orgasm feels even better on his cock than he expected it to, you're somehow wetter, hotter, and you're clamping down on him as if you never want to be separated. Frank fucks you through your release, chasing his own with increasingly sloppy thrusts.

"Fuck." He eventually huffs out through gritted teeth, and it's all the warning you get before you feel the heat of his orgasm flood your pussy.

There's a stretch of silence filled only by yours and his harsh breathing but after several minutes he speaks again.

"You're going to look so fucking perfect carrying my baby." He mutters and your eyes widen at the realization that this man has no intention of letting you go, ever.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Not to toot my own horn guys but 📯📯 I am SUCH a dedicated writer! I’ve been jumping around the last 30 minutes of this movie for like 2 hours so I can properly source the scene I need for this request I’m working on hehe 🤭 I hope this turns out well it started SO great

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

A Protector's Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: let's see now, oral (f receiving), marking, worship kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, Bucky is lowkey down bad and very open about it lmao also a teeny tiny bit of violence

Genre: fluff + smut

Summary: Things get pretty heated after a charity gala- your boyfriend needs to let off some steam and you're happy to play

A/N: I wrote this as an Easter gift to a friend of mine, no it has nothing to do with Easter, I will not explain further.

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It's 7pm when Bucky comes through the front door of your shared apartment. He pops into your room and kisses your cheek quickly, bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Hi! Sorry I'm late, I need ten minutes to change and then we can get going, alright?" He says and you smile at him through the mirror you're using to do your makeup.

"That's fine my love, what time does this even start?"

"Dinner itself doesn't start until 8 but I'm pretty sure speeches and whatnot are 7:30." He says.

"Well it's a good thing you're not speaking then, go get changed." You tell him.

"I'll be quick." He says darting out and down the hall to his own room. You finish doing your makeup while Bucky changes, and soon enough you're walking out the door.

"You look amazing by the way darling." Bucky says as he opens the passenger door of the car for you.

"So do you my love." You wink at him, sliding into your seat. He winks back at you as he shuts your door. You watch him walk across to the driver's side and get in the car.

"I think that's my favorite color on you." He leans over the center consol to kiss your cheek.

"You say that about every color." You roll your eyes but you can't even pretend you're not smiling at his praise.

"I can't help it, you make every color look fantastic." He says and he means it. There's something about the way your brown skin glows in most everything you wear, as if it can bend light to make sure whatever color you don looks perfect against it.

Once he starts the vehicle and pulls out of the parking garage, he grabs your hand and places a kiss on the back of it before dropping your joined palms in his lap. Bucky likes to keep some sort of contact with you whenever he can. If you're not holding hands, his arm is around your shoulders, or across your back, or his leg is pressed against yours, at home likes to cuddle, which you love but the man is basically the temperature of a volcano, great in the winter, in the summer you have compromises, his head in your lap or your legs in his and legs locked together while you sleep.

You hum along to the radio as Bucky drives through the city. You and Bucky are headed to a charity gala tonight. He obviously didn't want to go but most of the team is showing up for the cause and you agreed to go with him as an incentive when Steve asked you to get him to come out at least for a little bit of it.

When you arrive at the gala, it seems the event is in fact already in full swing. Luckily there's an attendant to show you to your table.

"You made it." Steve says, relieved to see you and Bucky.

"Of course! I told you we would be here." You smile.

"Yeah but Bucky really didn't wanna come."

"True but Bucky would locate Excalibur if I asked him to." You say and Steve chuckles.

"You know I can hear you?" Bucky scoffs.

"Are you going to disagree?" You smile at him.

"Of course not." He kisses your temple though you catch him rolling his eyes playfully at you.

"I was worried when the speeches started and nobody saw you two." Steve admits.

"Took us a bit longer to get out of the house than we planned." You tell him.

"At least you're here."

"Wouldn't miss it."

"I would." Bucky muses.

"Oh shush." You chuckle.

"How many more of these are there gonna be?" Bucky asks Steve.

"How many more of what bud?"

"The speeches, I figured we'd have missed most of them and we'd be getting dinner soon." Bucky says.

"James!"

"What? It's been a long day. I wanna eat." He shrugs.

"I think there's like two more." Steve says.

"Damn."

"I think you'll survive 15 to 20 minutes baby." You pat him on the thigh.

"I'm hungry."

"You want a granola bar?" You're only half joking, you do actually have one in your purse, you always do in case you forget to eat.

"That'd be great." He says. You roll your eyes and pull the granola bar out of your purse and hand it to him. It'll probably appease him a little until dinner.

"You actually had a granola bar?" Steve blinks at you.

"I always do." You shrug.

"And I thought I was over prepared." He muses.

"Y/n's basically Mary Poppins." Natasha jokes.

"And what about it?" You wink.

"Maybe I ought to be asking you for more stuff y/n." Sam chuckles.

"Buzz off Wilson." You roll your eyes playfully.

Three more shortish speeches later, dinner finally starts making its way out of the kitchen. Bucky scarfs his food down pretty quickly while the rest of the table chatters through their meal. You catch up with the others, having been too busy to stop by the tower over the last few weeks. It's maybe 20 minutes later that the charity auction portion of the evening begins. The items include fancy art, pretty jewelry, lavish vacations, sports gear, all sorts of desirable things for people to battle over with their numbered paddles. Tony gets really invested in the bidding war for a couple of the items.

"We should go." Bucky says quietly a little while later. You check the small watch on your wrist. It's only been an hour and a half since you arrived and they're not even halfway through the auction items.

"Why?" You frown. You obviously don't care about the auction stuff, but when that part is done they'll start playing music and you'll get to dance, which is literally the only reason to come to these things.

"I don't like the way that guy is looking at you." He mutters.

"What guy?" You try to follow Bucky's eye line across the room.

"Don't look." Bucky says putting a hand on your knee.

"Okay. I won't look, but I have to ask, is this you don't like the way he's looking at me because he's a prick or because you're being... territorial?"

"Does it matter?" Bucky frowns.

"A little bit, if you think the guy is going to be mean to me we can leave, if you're feeling jealous I want to dance before we go, so I'm not leaving early because you're all broody and possessive." You say.

"I'm not broody."

"Yeah you are, you don't wanna be here, now you're coming up with excuses to leave prematurely." You say. Bucky sighs.

"You want to dance?" He asks.

"For a little bit at least."

"Fine, but if that fucking guy-"

"If he does anything we'll go." You compromise.

"Alright. We'll stay so we can dance. As long as that guy doesn't pull anything."

"Deal." You say giving him a quick kiss. The auction goes on for another 30ish minutes before they finally start playing music.

"Ready to dance baby?" Bucky asks.

"Yes!" You hop up from your seat and grab Bucky's hand, pulling him out of his chair too. He's happy to follow you as you take him to the designated dance floor.

"Hey sweetheart, why don't you come dance with me for a little while?"

You startle a bit at the sound of a man's voice from behind you.

"Oh- no thank you." You say politely.

"Come on, it's just a dance." He smirks and it makes you very uncomfortable.

"Buzz off fuckhead." Bucky says, shoving him away from you so hard that the guy hits the ground. The people closest to you gasp as they notice him fall. He scrambles to his feet angrily.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He huffs. Oh gosh this is definitely going to get out of hand quickly.

"My problem is you're making my partner uncomfortable you asshole." Bucky glares at him.

"Yeah? She didn't seem all that bugged."

"Are you dense?" Bucky scoffs. You grab Bucky's arm to get his attention.

"Let's leave baby. Like we agreed." You whisper. You see Bucky contemplate if he's gonna pick a fight with this guy.

"You're a piece of shit." Bucky says to the guy before placing his hand on your back and leading you out of the event.

"Was that last quip needed?" You chuckle as Bucky opens the car door for you and helps you into the vehicle.

"Absolutely. Dude was a piece of shit and he should know it." He says shutting the door. You watch him walk over and get in on the driver's side, anger still clearly radiating within him. You grab his hand and place a kiss on the back of it. His shoulders relax slightly.

"I should've broken that fucker's nose." He grumbles and you giggle.

"I don't think that would've gone well baby."

"He deserved way worse than that."

"Hey, I'm okay. He didn't hurt me. He couldn't possibly hurt me with you protecting me." You smile at him.

"I shouldn't have even let him get close enough to speak to you."

"Don't do that, don't beat yourself up. You know very well I can take care of myself."

"I know you can but you shouldn't have to. Not when I'm there." Bucky sighs.

"I didn't have to! You took care of me very well in there. I like it when you get all big bad and dangerous over me." You say drawing figure 8s along his thigh. He glances down at your hand momentarily.

"Big bad and dangerous?" Bucky quirks an eyebrow up at you.

"Yeah, it's hot when you're acting protective."

"I'm driving." He reminds you.

"I noticed." You hum, still tracing.

"You're distracting me." He says melodically. He's warning you almost in song.

"Well I thought I'd be more tired before we left, but because I didn't really get to dance before that guy ruined my fun, I have a lot of energy I need to get rid of before going to bed."

"I'm more than happy to help with that once we get home, but if you keep doing that we might not make it that far."

"Hm, you think there's enough room in the back seat?" You look over your shoulder.

"Dammit y/n." Bucky grits out. "10 minutes, just- 10 minutes princess."

"That's too long."

"You make it that 10 minutes I'll fuck you til you can't breathe."

"Promise?"

"Don't I do it often enough already?"

"Fair point." You shrug.

"So be a good girl and I'll give you anything you want."

You place your hand in your lap for the remainder of the ride home and Bucky makes that 10 minutes go by in far less than 10 minutes. Before you know it, he's practically yanking you out of the car and into the elevator of your apartment building. He crowds you in the elevator, attacking your throat with kisses and bites, sucking marks into your dark skin, enjoying the whimpers falling from your lips. When the doors open on your floor, Bucky lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles, as he walks you down the hall.

He opens the door to your apartment, far too quickly you realize.

"Did you break the door?"

"I'll fix it in the morning." Bucky says still kissing at your exposed skin. You laugh in disbelief, he's lucky the whole building thinks he's terifying because the's ridiculously unsafe. Bucky sets you down in his bedroom to unzip your dress.

"Fucking hell you are beautiful." He says looking at you for a moment. He lays you on the bed and tugs you to the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees between your legs, kissing slowly up your thigh.

"Bucky don't tease me." You pout. You feel him smile against your skin before turning his attention to your dripping wet cunt. He takes a slow, long lick over your slit and he groans, deep in his throat. He dives back in, quickly, ferverously, drinking you like the source of his life.

You bury your hands in his hair, grind against his tongue as he devours you. He circles your clit, fucks you with his tongue, moans and grunts as if he's tasted nothing better. He loops his arms around your thighs, holding you open, burying his face deeper against your center. You feel your orgasm build in your gut, throw your head back, arch closer to his mouth, chase the touch of his tongue against you.

"God! It feels so good. Don't stop!" You cry out tugging harshly at his hair still between your fingers. His eyes are on you, watching as he takes you closer and closer to the edge, until you're falling over it with a moan. Bucky doesn't stop as your orgasm subsides, he pulls you closer, makes his tongue heavier, works your body harder. Your moans turn to desperate whines, your body twitches torn between grinding closer and squriming away but unable to do either as he places one hand on your belly to hold you in place.

His other hand joins his mouth between your legs. He starts with one finger, slowly pumping in and out, curling up against the spongy tissue with each stroke. The added stimulation is maddening, you're writhing more, moaning louder, panting harder, your head is spinning.

Bucky pulls another orgasm from you and then a third before he finally gives you a moment of reprieve. He licks his fingers with his eyes locking you in place.

"Fuck I could spend the rest of my life making you cum on my tongue you taste so good." Bucky says standing up to shuck off his clothes. Moments later he's leaning over you, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips and you wrap your arms around him, one hand back in his hair while the other rests on his back.

"I need you inside me." You mutter into the kiss and Bucky groans at your words. He reaches between you to line himself up with your entrance. He sinks into your walls with a gutteral sound that makes your insides clench around him.

"Fucking hell." He says with a shuttering breath. When Bucky begins to roll his hips forward, it's slow, deep, infuriating. It's not enough.

"Bucky, please, move faster." You whine, hips grinding up to meet his. Bucky grabs you by the thighs, folding you practically in half before setting a brutal pace. He fucks into you hard and fast, practically growling as he relishes in the feel of your wet heat.

"Is this what you wanted baby?" He huffs out, keeping his ryhthm steady.

"Yes! Please don't stop. Oh god!" You cry out, nails digging into the skin of his back.

"That's it baby, take it like a good girl, fuck you're so perfect."

"So- good." You pant, whimpers punctuating your incomplete sentence. Bucky doesn't let up, pumping you furiously, relishing in the sounds of pleasure tumbling endlessly from your beautiful lips.

"God I love you." Bucky sighs dipping his head down until his forehead touches yours. His grip on your thighs tightens, his thrusts are harsher, more erradic, he must be close.

"Show me how much baby." You say stroking his cheek, your breathing mixing with his in the small gap between your faces. He groans at your words pumping into you harder.

"You're so gorgeous. I can't get enough of you. I'd do anything for you. You're everything to me." Every desperate word whispered from Bucky's lips to yours drowns you in pleasure even further.

"You're so good to me." You moan. Bucky slips one hand between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. You shriek, jolt, claw into his back as he pushes you closer to the edge with tight circles against you.

"Cum for me princess, please, let me feel you cum on my dick. Let me feel how good it is for you." Bucky coaxes your orgasm from you with his words and soom you're clenching around him, crying out, clutching him tightly, leaving marks across his back, milking his cock for all it's worth nad you know he's seconds away from spilling into you.

"Let go baby, I want you to fill me up, you feel my pussy asking for it, don't you?" It's your turn to coax him, even through labored breaths, the empennage of your orgasm still affecting you.

"F-fucking hell." Bucky stutters out. With that it only takes a couple more frantic thrusts before he's spilling into you with a shuddering moan, his entire body shaking from his orgasm and the liquid fire flooding your walls feels too good to not moan as you run your fingers through his hair, gently pulling him to fully lay on top of you.

 There's a stretch of silence as you both catch your breath. Bucky's weight on top of you in comforting even as sweat sticks your skin to each others. Your cunt still spasming around his dick causes cum to spill out and you feel it dripping from your folds. Still, you're in no rush to lose this closeness anytime soon, not when you can feel his heartbeat pounding against yours.

"No luckier day have I had than the one I met you." Bucky finally says after a while.

"I hope you know just how much I love you Bucky." You say.

"And I'll do everything in my power to make sure I deserve it."

"You do deserve it dummy, but I'm not about to tell you to stop pampering me." You chuckle.

"I wouldn't even if you did. After all, when you're lucky enough to have a goddess notice you, you'd better worship her while you can." He places light kisses over your neck and collarbone.

"Well, you do a marvelous job so I'm definitely not going anywhere." You tell him.

You're not sure how long you and Bucky stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, occasionally trading whatever you're thinking until eventually the urge to shower is overwhelming and even then you remain close. You share soft touches as you gently wash each other, tell silly jokes and whisper sweet nothings. Bucky jokingly laments about needing to change his sheets in the morning as the two of you cuddle under the blankets in your bedroom, enjoying each other's company because even in the quiet moments when you're not being approached by pesky weirdos, when he's not proclaiming his devotion between your legs, you will always feel safest having him near.

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Expect The Unexpected

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: oral (m&f recieving), some praise, restraint via tentacle, implied overstimulation, multiple orgasms- I think that's it

Genre: Smut, it's smut

Summary: Reading minds makes people much more predictable so of course you're intruiged when the voice inside someone's head is nothing like you've encountered before

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I don't even understand why we are here Eddie!

Your head snaps around the crowded club you're in. Usually you have no issue blocking out other voices in busy places. If you couldn't, you'd never be able to leave your house as a mind reader. But for some reason, you can hear a gravely voice in someone's head somewhere in this building.

It's too loud in here.

Focus. Where is it coming from? Whose internal voice sounds like that? You have to find the source. Sounds like it's coming from near the bar maybe?

You are infuriating!

It feels like you're hearing half of an actual conversation, but that's not how inner voices work. These have to be someone's thoughts- but why does he speak as though he expects a response? All the other voices sound so normal, you can't tell who he's even expecting to respond to him.

 You listen harder, wait for the voice to speak again, several minutes and nothing. Dammit.

"Babes! I'm gonna get another drink, do you want anything?" You ask your friend Layla.

"Uh- no I'm good." She doesn't even look at you, her gaze is focused on, something across the room. A group of guys.

"It's a bachelor party. Girlfriend, girlfriend, that one's the bachelor, the one in the corner is single, obviously doesn't wanna be here. You should talk to him if you're gonna go over there." You nudge her. Layla's well aware of your abilities and you use them a lot to talk about men when you're out like this.

"Obviously?" Layla frowns.

"Open your eyes girl, besides the three taken men everyone else over there is chatting up someone except him. This isn't his scene, he'd rather be at home... watching some docuseries on Star Wars."

"Star Wars?!"

"Oh don't be like that! He's cute, nerds are usually freaks and built like that there's no way he's not packing." You shrug.

"Y/n!" She gasps, laughing at your honesty.

"What?! It's true! And don't act like you're not thinking about it that's like the whole point of picking up a guy at a bar."

You're so crude sometimes." She shakes her head.

"You're the one looking over there, if you're interested, go talk to him. If not there's a guy over there who's your type and if he's got a girlfriend he's not thinking about her." You tell her.

"If I need a rescue-"

"You know I'll be there to get you out of it." You say. You grab her arm before she can walk away.

"And if you choose to go home with anyone, you let me know before you leave this bar." You warn her.

"Of course!" Layla nods.

"I'll be at the bar listening for your update." 

The two of you split up then and you head to the bar. As you make your way through throngs of people you listen out for possible matches for your mystery inner voice. At the bar there are a few folks sitting on the stools, nursing their chosen poison and you find an empty spot to take up.

"Hey darling, what can I get ya?" The bartender asks.

"I'll have a vodka cran please babes." You tell her.

"Coming up." She nods. You turn to the man next you, sipping an amber liquid and occasionally looking over his shoulder at other people around the room.

"What're you drinking?" You ask him. He looks down at his almost empty glass and then turns to you.

"Jack and coke." He says.

"You big on people watching?"

"What?"

"Just- you seem pretty sedentary here. Usually barflies are people watchers." You shrug.

"I'm just having a drink."

"You gettin another one of those Eddie or are we closing out?" The bartender asks as she slides your drink towards you.

"Yeah I think I'm done Di, close me out." He says.

Wait- Eddie? Did she just call him Eddie? That's the name the mysterious inner voice used. Does that mean that voice came from this guy?!

"Eddie, she called you?" You hum.

"That's my name." He says.

You're being rude Eddie.

Butt out V

She's pretty, I like this one.

Wait- there are two voices! He has two voices? That talk to each other? What's going on here?

That's not why we're here man.

It seems like you just came here to drink which we could have done AT HOME. Talk to her.

What? No.

If I have to put up with the noise and crowd, so you can drink, the least you could do is talk to the pretty girl!

"My name's y/n. Pleasure to meet you." You smile. You have to know more about this strange phenomenon.

I want her Eddie.

She's not a toy Venom.

She's ovulating.

"Dude?" Eddie says this out loud, you're sure he didn't mean to. You're also surprised that the gravelly voice he's arguing with was able to notice you're ovulating.

"Dude?" You blink at him.

"Uh- nothing. Excuse me. I- was clearing my throat."

"What an odd way to clear your throat." You chuckle.

I can smell it on her Eddie. She wants to-

SHUT UP. You're being crude and we don't even know this girl

Well it's not like she can hear me

How lucky she is.

You have to fight the snicker in your throat at that.

"You here by yourself?" He asks. You're surprised he asked a question. Is the other voice... Venom? - actually convincing him to engage with you?

"Ah I came with a friend but she found herself different company." You smile.

Taking the bachelor party boy home tonight!

Layla's voice rings in your head. Good for her. Honestly, you're glad, you'd feel too guilty to leave with your own prey if she didn't have a target too.

"Are you after the same?" Eddie asks.

Oooo good one!

"If good company is to be found." You sip your drink.

"Yeah? How's that going?"

"Well, someone's definitely caught my attention. Still figuring out if he's as interesting as I hope."

"Oh yeah?" He hums.

"Mhm. What about you? Are you here alone?"

"Yeah. For now."

"Waiting on someone?" You ask.

"No but, I think I've stumbled upon some good company of my own." He smirks, hiding it behind his glass.

"Have you, now?"

"I think so."

I think she likes us Eddie! How do we take her home?

Venom, please.

What? We are taking her home aren't we?

I don't know. You're jumping ahead man.

But the point is to take her home. Isn't that what you humans do here?

It's not that black and white V

Her body wants to-

Venom, behave

You want to laugh again. Whoever or whatever Venom is, he's incredibly funny. And the back and forth you hear from him and Eddie feels like watching a sitcom episode.

"I hope this isn't too bold but I find you very attractive Eddie." You tell him.

"Oh- thank you."

Compliment her back!

"You're also very attractive."

"You came here alone, and don't seem all that interested in socializing, so can I ask what you're escaping?" You ask. Eddie chuckles.

"Everything I guess." He shrugs.

"Sounds rough." You muse.

"You have no idea."

DON'T UPSET HER!

"I'm happy to help you forget it all, at least for a while, if you'd like me to."

YES!

Dude don't yell

TAKE HER OFFER EDDIE!

What did I just say man?

"Eddie?" You prompt. You figure if you don't interrupt, he and Venom will continue going back and forth without ever actually making a decision.

"Sorry, lost in thought." He says with a wry smile.

You owe her an answer!

"What does forgetting it all look like with you, y/n?"

"I've got a few ideas, but they mostly require us to get outta here." You say.

"I live down the block." He tells you.

YEEESSSS

"Lead the way then," you lean towards him with a slight smirk on your face "Eddie."

Let's GO!

Eddie jerkily rises from his bar stool and grabs your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Venom chill you have to let me do the moving or you'll freak her out.

You move SLOW

I move normally. You make us move like we're a broken robot

FINE! Just get us home.

You chuckle to yourself as they bicker while walking you out of the club, but you also note Eddie told Venom not to move them? What is Venom? Why can he control Eddie's body? If he can do that then- it's more than just having another voice in his head. Could it be DID? Occam's razor would tell you to assume yes.

It takes about five minutes to walk to Eddie's apartment, and once inside you grab his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. He places his hands on your hips, matching your intensity as you stumble through the apartment.

Hey buddy, bedroom please.

With pleasure!

You barely break the kiss as Eddie, or Venom rather, leads you down the halls until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You rotate the both of you, and shove Eddie down onto the bed. You climb into his lap and trail your lips down to his neck, planting hickeys along his throat.

You undo his belt and drop to your knees in front of him. You watch his face as you pull his dick out of his pants, wrapping your hand around the base of him and squeezing lightly. He takes in deep breath and you drag your tongue along the length of him.

Holy-

She looks like she's going to eat you alive haha

You wrap your lips around his tip, because if you don't you'll laugh at Venom's words. You bob your head up and down varying the speed based on his reactions. Eddie is mostly breathy moans as you suck him off.

"Fuck you're good." He groans.

I want to taste her Eddie

Dude buzz off

But Eddie!

Venom you are an 8 foot alien, you cannot come out! And quit distracting me dammit

You're no FUN!

How many times do I have to tell you

I'm the reason we brought her home in the first place, it's not fair!

I'm not having this conversation with you right now. And I'm not telling this beautiful woman that an alien lives inside me and wants to fuck her.

An alien? What the hell?

You stand up and take off your clothes. Eddie follows your lead and shucks off his t-shirt and jeans. Eddie adjusts his position so that there's enough room between his legs for you when he pulls you closer to him by your hips.

"I have to taste you." He breathes out. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and buries his tongue between your folds. He groans at the taste of you flooding his senses as he explores you with his mouth. You tangle your fingers into his hair trying to steady yourself while he explores your cunt. He practically drinks you and rather loudly and you love every pass of his tongue against you.

She must taste amazing.

Venom

You won't let me out to play but you can't keep me from commenting

Don't be petty man

I am not being petty, I'm just... hungry

Like actually hungry or is this still about her?

The girl Eddie, I mean for the girl.

Hey now, she has a name.

You're impressed he's able to maintain an internal conversation while he eats you out. He's even holding you still, keeping you from squirming as his tongue pulls you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie focuses his attention on your clit and soon, with a loud whine your orgasm hits you.

"You taste so fucking good." Eddie groans.

"Thanks." You chuckle. You drop your leg from his shoulder to straddle him. As much as you want to ride him, you can't let your curiosity rest until you have some answers on Venom.

"I have to ask you something Eddie." You say.

"What is it?"

"Who- or what, is Venom?" You ask. He jolts back, nearly shoves you out of his lap actually.

"W-what?"

"Relax okay, I, I can read minds. You've been talking to someone in your head since we were in the bar. You call the other voice Venom and it seems to have it's own thoughts, and feelings, and opinions- you even argue. I am very curious about it. I've been trying not to- focus on it but I'll admit he's a bit distracting."

HEY!

I don't think she's being rude pal

"I'm not!" You shake your head.

"What?" Eddie frowns.

"I'm not being rude. Sorry if I offended you Venom." You say.

She can hear me?

"Yes I can." You nod.

"And you've been able to hear him this entire time?" Eddie asks.

"Yes I have." You nod.

"I am- so sorry." Eddie blinks.

"Sorry? Why?"

"Well he's not been exactly... couth this evening."

"Oh I- I don't mind what he's been saying. He's kind of funny."

Funny? She likes me Eddie!

Not for long

HEY!

"You're bickering again." You smile.

"Sorry- he's basically an annoying roommate I can't get away from."

That is rude Eddie

Oh shut up

She wants to know who I am, let me meet her

No fucking way

Why not? She can read minds I'm sure she doesn't spook easy and if she tries to run I can always eat her.

"Eat me?"

"He's kidding, he's not gonna eat you- shit- you really can hear him."

"Well yeah, did you not believe me?" You smile.

"It's- pretty unbelievable ya know."

Eddie!

Fine, you fucking nightmare, go on, introduce yourself.

FINALLY!

You're not quite sure what to make of Eddie's angry internal grumble but you don't get a chance to ask him about it. Inky black- something appears out of seemingly nowhere and starts to envelop Eddie. Your eyes widen as Eddie disappears and in his place a large black creature peers at you with huge semi-circles that you presume must be eyes.

If not for his arm wrapping around you, the abrupt difference in size between Eddie and Venom probably would've caused you to fall out of his lap.

"Hi." He smiles at you, revealing large sharp looking daggers for teeth

"Hi, you must be Venom." You say looking at him curiously. He seems to have a similar curiosity as he stares back at you.

"I am. Nice to meet you, y/n."

"Nice to meet you too." You smile.

"You're very pretty." He says.

"Thank you. May I touch you?" You ask softly.

"As much as you want."

Behave Venom!

Ah, so Eddie is still sentient even without being visible.

You reach a hand up and run it along his cheek. He's smooth, slick, cool to the touch, not quite cold or uncomfortable, almost like latex. His cheek even warms against your palm. He even seems to lean into your touch a bit.

"Hm, smooth." You hum.

"Your hands are soft." Venom says. You trail your hand down, across his neck, over his chest.

Don't spook her!

Hey I think I'm being very controlled. 

"And you're- an alien?" You ask him.

"Yes."

"Hm, curiouser and curiouser. And you... are attatched to Eddie?" You continue your path down his arm and find yourself wondering about the functionality of his very large muscles. Are they an asthetic choice? If he can hide within Eddie's body he clearly- has some control over how he looks, is it to intimidate people or is he superhumanly strong?

"Something like that yes." He nods.

"So you feel what he feels and see what he sees?"

"Mostly."

"You convinced Eddie to take me home, sorry if this is crude, but do you have sexual organs?" You ask. You're sitting in his lap, there's no way you wouldn't be able to feel if he had a dick and you can't see or feel anything that could suggest he has one.

"I can alter my form at will. Including the perfect appendage for your enjoyment." Venom pulls you closer to him and something shifts below you. You're pretty sure he's just- grown a penis?

"Oh my,"

"I'm happy to answer as many questions as you have little mind reader, but- I've been wanting to taste you since you sat next to us at the bar and I'm trying not to give Eddie reasons to get all upset about my 'behavior' but you smell intoxicating and I'm struggling to stay controlled here."

"I don't need you to stay controlled."

Whatever you're thinking of doing Venom, don't.

You heard her Eddie, she doesn't care!

She doesn't know you, you could break her!

I don't think she's that fragile Eddie.

She's not fragile you're freakishly strong with poor judgement of what's too much!

You place your hand on Venom's cheek to get his attention.

"Eddie is-"

"I know. I can hear you going back and forth. But I'm not made of glass."

"He thinks I will hurt you."

"Do you think you will?"

"No! I hope not." He deflates a little.

"I don't know you really but if you think you won't hurt me then I'll take your word for it." You tell him.

Control yourself Venom

"I'm an adult, just- let me tell you if it's too much." You say. You don't understand why Eddie is so concerned, and you hope you're not making the wrong choice by giving this very large and possibly dangerous alien basically free reign.

Venom takes a deep breath and suddenly you're on your back in the middle of the bed with Venom creeping up it. Black tentacles wind up and around your body and he opens his mouth wide to reveal a tongue larger than you've ever seen. It practically rolls out of his mouth and between your folds. You gasp. He glides the huge wet muscle heavily over your clit and your body tries to squirm but Venom's tentacles have practically immobilized you.

You groan and arch against his tongue as it rubs your bundle of nerves.

"Even better than I imagined." He grunts. Venom then slips his tongue inside you and the sudden intrusion makes you jolt, but as he stretches you across his snake like tongue you moan loudly. He uses it to explore your inner walls and each movement of it inside you is maddening, you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

"Oh god!" You cry, tossing your head back against the pillows. Tentatcles climb up your waist and wrap around your tits, circling your nipples, slow, agonizing, so contrasting to his tongue between your legs that your orgasm hits you. Hard. Your arm snaps up, and you grab the sheets, you writhe- or try to, Venom holds you in place. He's not done. He continues to work you, his tongue carressing your insides.

I want more from her

Don't overdo it

"God, Venom, please! Don't stop!" You pant, grinding against his tongue, chasing another orgasm, drowning in the pleasure.

She tastes so good

Venom continues using his tongue on you, making you cum again and again even after you lose count and your throat is sore from crying out.

V I think she needs a break, it's been over an hour!

Venom reluctantly pulls away from you. He tilts his head, trying to gauge if you truly did need a break. He hasn't had much experience with humans, he doesn't necessarily know their limits.

"Eddie thinks you need a break, are you okay?"

"I'm alright Venom." You smile at him.

Water Venom, get her water.

One of Venom's tentacles flies out of the room and returns a few moments later with a glass of water.

"Drink."

"Thank you." You chuckle taking a sip.

"You're very cute." Venom says.

"So are you." You pat his head.

"You think I'm cute?" Venom's big white eyes widen. Why does he seem so surprised?

"Very." You nod.

Eddie! She thinks I'm cute!

Yeah I heard buddy

I like her! We should keep her.

She's not a pet dude

But I want her to stick around!

I get that, but it's not just up to you, she may not want to see us again

NO!

"I want to keep you." Venom tells you.

Venom!

"Eddie's right you know, I'm not a pet. You can't cage me like a bird." You tell him.

"I don't want you to go."

"I will have to eventually, I have a home, and a job, and a life. But I can come see you again."

"Will you?"

"I'd love to." You nod.

"Then do."

Manners Venom.

"Please." He adds shyly.

"You two are ridiculous." You laugh. You're not sure what's in store for you when it comes to this guy and his alien companion but it's rare something really comes as a surprise to you these days, so you welcome the change.

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In The Woods Somewhere

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: kidnapping, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), hella praise, dubcon (he kidnapped her bro), breeding kink go BRRRRRRR, cockwarming technically

Genre: smut

Summary: Didn't anybody warn you not to go off into the woods alone at night?

A/N: This is egregiously self indulgent and I regret nothing

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First it was your scent that drew him to you. He could smell it from miles away.

Immediately he zeros in on it, trying to figure out where the intoxicating aroma is coming from. Logan's eyes dart around as he follows the trail through the woods. He finds you walking through the trees, alone.

Logan creeps up on you, slow and careful.

When he's close enough, he leans forward to really breathe in your scent. Only then do you flinch, having not noticed him this entire time.

 Your arm swings up but he's quick to catch it before you can strike him. You try to lean back but with his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

"You smell... fucking incredible." He practically growls at you.

"Get away from me!" You shove his chest with your free hand. He doesn't budge, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You need an escape plan. Clearly, brute force is not on your side.

"What're you doing all the way out here, little mouse?"

"Let go of me!"

"I can't do that." He wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Get off of me!" You yank your arm trying to get out of his grasp but his hold on you tightens. The screaming is pretty useless out here in the woods, he knows that.

Logan lifts you into his arms, princess carry. It catches you off guard a bit, it's- sweeter than you'd expect him to toss you over his shoulder or something.

He starts to move and that reminds you that you're being kidnapped.

You thrash, claw at him, push against his chest, anything to get him to drop you. He grunts as he tries to maintain his hold on you while walking.

"Hold still. You could hurt yourself it I drop you." Logan forces the words out between angry huffs struggling to keep you in his arms.

"No! Let go of me you fucking brute!" You grit out. Out here in the woods you're sure nobody 

"I can't do that. Just- hold still dammit."

"PUT ME DOWN!"

"Quit yellin', you're in my ear."

"Oh I'm sorry is my unwillingness to be kidnapped inconveniencing you?" You huff. Quit yelling. Honestly what an absurd thing to say.

"Hey, I'm trying to be careful with you. You are not making this easy."

"Do you hear yourself? Why would I make this easy for you?"

"Knock that off." Logan curls his arm enough to cover your mouth with his hand, inadvertently pulling you tighter against him.

"Name's Logan by the way, you can tell me yours once we get to where we're going." His hold restricts your movements a bit more but still you fight against him as best you can, even as he walks into what must be his home.

Logan only puts you down once you've reached a particular room. He's put himself between you and the door. A quick glance around tells you it's a bedroom, probably his.

"I'll tell you right now darling you're not getting out of here unless I let you." He says.

"So let me."

"You wandered all the way out here all alone, hasn't anybody warned you about what kind of creatures roam these woods."

"Child's tales." You scoff.

"I assure you, I am no child's tale." Logan says. He stalks towards you, and with each step he takes forward, you take one back until your back hits a wall. Shit.

"What do you want from me?" You ask quietly.

"I'm going to put a baby in you." He says.

"What?" You barely get the word out. There's no way you heard that correctly.

"Your scent is so intoxicating I tracked you miles through the woods. I have to have you." He says. He leans impossibly closer, buries his face in your neck and breathes you in. You hold incredibly still, even as he nuzzles his nose against your throat.

When his tongue snakes out, you gasp as the wet muscle drags slowly against your skin.

"I will take such good care of you."

"I just want you to let me go." You whisper. Logan lifts his head to look you in the eyes and one hand actually comes up to caress your chin,

"No can do little mouse, but I promise to make sure you enjoy this as much as I will." He says and if you weren't his captive those words paired with the sincerity in his gaze might sound sweet.

Logan kisses you, but doesn't linger long, lips trailing down, littering your throat with kisses and nips. When one particular kiss makes you jolt ever so slightly, Logan somehow picks up on it and chooses the spot for the first of many that he plans to mark you.

Aside from one noticeably harsh inhale, you do what you can to disguise your reactions as Logan sucks a hickey into your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut, ball your hands into fists, brace yourself against the wall, anything to not give in to the slight tug in your abdomen from his lips against your neck.

"Your heart is racing."

"You've trapped me against the wall in your house in the woods." You remind him.

"I won't hurt you."

"Call me crazy, but I'm not inclined to trust the words of my captor." You say slowly. You pace your words to maintain control of your reactions.

"Well, I'm more than happy to prove it to you." Logan says. He squats low enough to grab your legs and lift you up. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck so as not to fall and crack your head open.

Logan carries you over to his large bed and lowers you onto it.

"How attached to these clothes are you?" He asks.

"I quite like them."

"Then I won't rip them." He tells you.

"Gee thanks." You scoff. Logan pulls your shirt over your head and kisses down your chest. He doesn't bother taking your bra all the way off, he simply tugs the cups down enough to free your breasts.

He places his hand underneath your tits and practically swallows one into his mouth. His tongue swirls around your nipple while his thumb circles the other and you shudder. It's hard not to respond to his touch even as you try to resist.

When he trades the almost lackadaisical licks for harshly sucking on your nipple, you gasp out a sound that dissolves into a moan. You cut it short, gripping the sheets and biting your lip to suppress any more stray sounds.

"That was pretty. I wonder what other little noises I can get from you." Logan hums, peppering kisses down your abdomen. He reaches the waistband of your pants and tugs them off, tossing them somewhere in the room. Your underwear gone just as quick.

Logan grabs one of your legs kisses up your inner thigh. As he travels closer and closer to your center you'll admit your insides clench in anticipation. It's so strange, though your mind obviously understands the apocryphal nature of the situation you've ended up in, your body can't help but respond to every perfectly placed touch, kiss, caress- it's maddening.

He glides his nose against your skin until it's buried into your mound. Logan sniffs deeply.

"Fuck you're intoxicating." He groans. His tongue rolls over your slit, your juices coat his mouth and he groans again at your taste. He wraps his arms around your legs, locking you in place as he devours you.

Logan's tongue is everywhere. He swirls it around your clit, laps at your entrance, thrusts it inside of you, he's feverish, aggressive, frenzied, but every move is clearly intentional. He responds to your reactions- as restrained as they are, he listens for the slight hitch in your breathing, a hiccup in the pace of your heartbeat, the shuffle of the sheets as you grasp onto them. He watches your face squeeze, feels your muscles tense, every minute thing he can pick up on he uses to adjust his ministrations.

You feel your orgasm creep up on you. It builds slowly and you do your absolute best to fight it off, but it seems Logan is as aware of it as you are. He wraps his lips around your clit and focuses his tongue on the bundle of nerves. With so much attention on it, you can't hold it anymore, you cum with a loud whine.

"More pretty noises." He hums against you. His tongue keeps moving against you, greedily swallowing your release. He makes no effort to hide his enjoyment, loudly slurping, and moaning as he savors the taste of you.

You expected him to pull away by now, waves of your orgasm starting to subside, but no, he continues to eat you out with the same intensity, as if he truly can't get enough of you.

 It's overwhelming, his mouth against you, unrelenting, and you can't even stop the sounds of pleasure from periodically slipping from your parted lips. Each moan, whimper, gasp, only seems to spur Logan on.

He laps, and sucks, and licks, grunting and groaning throughout as he works to pull another orgasm from you, and then another after that. You're not sure how long he's at it, but you know by the time he comes up for air you're at least 5 orgasms in, sweaty, panting, and feeling dangerously floaty.

"If I could spend the rest of my life doing nothing but tasting you I'd consider it an absolute blessing." He sighs.

"I can't tell if your mouth is more dangerous when you're speaking or when you... use it for other things." You huff out.

"I'll give you more information to reach a conclusion." Logan crawls up your body and kisses your neck again. Your head lulls back and over, allowing him room to nip and suck at your pulse. You're so distracted by it that you don't realize he's undone his jeans and freed himself from his boxers until he's lined up with your entrance and begins sliding it.

You gasp and jolt at the first breach. Even without seeing him, you know he's huge. He rocks forward slowly, each roll of his hips pushing a little more of him past your entrance. It's a true test of his self-control to enter you incrementally, especially with your breathy cries each time he moves and the way your soaking wet pussy hugs him like a vice.

When he finally sinks all the way in he groans heavy and deep in his throat. He holds still for several moments, panting, trying to rein in his burning desire to fuck you into the mattress like a wild animal. He doesn't want to break you. Though the wet heat of your walls pulsing around him is certainly not convincing him to be gentle.

"God you feel so fucking-" Logan's breathing so hard he doesn't even finish the thought. You start to squirm against him, the fullness starting to get to you.

"Keep moving like that and I'm going to put you through this mattress." He warns you through gritted teeth. When your walls clench around him at the statement he grunts. Fuck he is in trouble.

"Logan." You grab his arm.

Shit. It's then he realizes you haven't said his name this entire time and he was completely unprepared for how sweet it would sound from your lips.

"Again. Please. Say my name again." Logan says. The request comes out breathy and soft but you can hear the desperation in it, as if you saying his name is the only thing keeping him alive.

"If I do will you fucking move?" You ask. The feeling of him inside you is... odd to say the least. You can feel your walls sporadically fluttering around him, and so can he.

"Yes, fine, anything you want just- please say it again."

"Logan."

"God. I've never loved the sound of my name more than right now." He grunts. As promised, he starts moving. His hips roll rhythmically against yours. He makes no effort to muffle his sounds of pleasure as he fucks you. And he's full of noises. Moans, and grunts, curses even, as though he's lost in the feeling of you. Then come the string of praises, dazed ramblings that you're not even sure are meant for you to hear.

"You feel so good." He mutters. "You're so gorgeous." He sighs. "I love the way you sound." He grunts. "I never want to stop." He moans. "You're gonna look so fucking hot pregnant I won't be able to keep my hands off you." He huffs. "I already can't." He groans.

Your hand drags up his arm, nails digging into his skin. It's almost too much, between his words and the feeling of him rutting against you.

"F-fuck, Logan." You whine.

"So perfect." He whispers. His hips are relentless thrusting into you, his hands grasp tightly at your hips, he kisses along your throat, he's everwhere, as if he truly can't get enough of you. You're already so sensitive from your earlier orgasms you quickly feel your body bracing for another.

Logan seems to notice it too, he reaches a hand between your bodies and circles your clit with a decisive thumb. Your back arches at the touch, breathy moans urging him to make you cum again.

"Come on little mouse, wanna feel you cum on my dick, let go for me, let me feel it- fuck let me feel it so I can pump you full of my cum. I need to, need you to cum first." Logan forces the words out through gritted teeth. He must be close himself.

A few more of those perfectly tight circles and you're tumbling over the edge yet again, clawing at his back in the process.

He hisses from the sting, relishing in the burn left by your nails. He'd let you mark him any way you wanted to, so long as he never had to live without feeling your warmth again.

"Say my name again little mouse, please." Logan grunts. His movements are more frantic now. He must be really close to the edge.

"Logan." You pant out. After a handful of sloppier and sloppier thrusts, Logan slams his hips into you one final time and with a deep growl spills into you. The heat and force of it shocks you a little and you whimper as his release fills you. He stays seated inside you even after his orgasm subsides, even as your walls pulse around him and he can feel his cum leaking around him.

He'd be mad over the waste but, if it didn't work this time he'll have every excuse to keep trying.

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Hello :] Can I request headcanons with nightcrawler having a s/o that's a pole dancer? (Not in a sexual way just for fun and exercise)

~Nightcrawler dating a pole dancer HC~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Warnings: not a single one this is so cute

Genre: fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request xo

~It's actually how you meet

~Kinda

~Kurt happened to see you one night as you were leaving a class with your friends. He heard your laughter and was enchanted.

~But he was far too shy to approach you, so for weeks he'd 'coincidently' find himself on the same street, at the same time, every Thursday night. Basking in the way your voice threatens to steal his heart right out of his chest.

~You wouldn't notice him for quite some time, but eventually you started to recognize the man across the street when you left your class every evening.

~You initially didn't think much of it, the thing with routines is that they tend to overlap with other routines, if you're at the same place at the same time you're gonna see other people who are also usually at the same place at the same time.

~At some point though, recognizing turned more into looking for and eventually your friends caught on

~With some- cajoling they managed to convince you to actually speak to Kurt

~You'd crossed the street and prepped a quick and straightforward approach. "Hi, sorry to bother you but I've seen you around here and I was wondering if you'd like to meet for coffee some time?"

~Kurt stared at you for so long you were sure he was going to say no, but eventually he snapped out of his stupor and said yes. You traded names and phone numbers and set up a date for Saturday.

~From there you saw Kurt frequently and after 2 months he asked to be your boyfriend.

~It took a while for Kurt to even ask what classes you take Thursdays, but when he found out he was initially quite awkward about it

~He's super supportive and all but he's no saint and wanting to spend time with you while you practice is a test of self-control he wasn't prepared for.

~For a while, he did his best to hide it, it's rude after all, you're not trying to seduce him, he really doesn't want you to think he's being disrespectful- surely if you knew his depraved thoughts you definitely would.

~When you confronted him for being weird about your hobby, he confessed that he feels bad because it makes him horny and he doesn't want to make things uncomfortable since he knows it's not sexual.

~"Kurt, you're my boyfriend. You're allowed to be horny when I'm doing splits on a pole. It's very sweet of you to try protecting my modesty or whatever but I'm not a nun and it's a good thing that you're attracted to me." 

~It made you laugh, how sweet your boyfriend was, worrying you'd be offended that he wanted to fuck you.

~He'd still watch you practice, but from then on he was less shy about his thoughts.

~He'd whistle, or sigh dramatically, whenever you did something he particularly liked, he was also pretty handsy when he could get away with it

~It could be rather distracting but you didn't mind, you liked the attention

~Sometimes he'd ask you to do some crazy combination of moves or he'd want to see whatever you'd learned in that week's class

~You actually managed to convinced him to let you teach him a few moves eventually and honestly once he got the hang of it you, were just as handsy as he was with you. It was hard to resist.

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