#🐺 Anon

[reiderwriter]

hi 💖 I’m literally ✨obsessed✨ with your writing atm and I’ve never done a request before so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!!

I would love to read an established couple fic where reader drops by !professor spencer’s office and spicy times ensue 🌶️👀 the trope where reader is inexplicably jealous of the girls auditing his class gets me every 🤌 single 🤌 time 🤌 (but don’t feel like you have to include that trope!! I’m a sucker for any !professor spencer smut lmao)

- 🐺 anon

A/N: Thank you sm for your request!! I am also slightly unhinged about Professor Spencer (I think this is my second one this month lmao) so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: use of sir, degradation, fingering, no contraception, PinV sex, semi-public sex, jealous reader (she's like 27 beefing with undergrads), age-gap (15 years), Spencer keeps a souvenir of her visit 😊. Also I don't even know if American lecturers have office hours, so like... For context I am a European living in SK lmao. 18+ MINORS DNI

W/C: ~2k

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You’d lost count of how many times you’d visited Spencer in his office now that he’d started lecturing semi-regularly. The break from his regular activities as a member of the BAU suited him well, and you had no complaints either, loving having an excuse to drop by the college campus he was based on to visit the cute student-run coffee shops and explore the space. And since you’d started working from home while you wrote your novel, you definitely had the time to visit.

Usually, you’d find him in some lecture theatre or the other, but having walked around all his regularly scheduled rooms, he was nowhere in sight. You shrugged a little, figuring that he must be in his office if he was nowhere else. You were right, of course, but he wasn’t exactly alone.

A line of undergrads had formed at his door as you noticed the sign pinned to his door mentioned his updated office hours for the semester in the run-up to finals week. Typical. You were never the best-timed person, and you could see that you weren’t going to get his attention for a while from the look of all the students. You waited outside for him to open the door and summon the next student into his office, settling onto a couch opposite his door.

You weren’t trying to listen in to the multiple conversations going on, but you couldn’t help it when they were being so loud and open.

“God, he’s so fucking hot, I just want him to bend me over that desk and-”

“-wonder if he’s single. If he is, I’m totally going to make a move-”

“-I just know it’s big-”

“- in that lecture about the serial rapist, all I could think about was his hands-”

You blushed a little deeper with each of their confessions. They didn’t know who you were, of course they didn’t, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell them. But now you knew why it was that they were here, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them for lusting after the man, you’d done the same thing. Your relationship had started in a similar way. You’d knocked on the doors of the FBI with a case back when you were a journalist, and been met with those big brown eyes and it had taken your entire strength to not jump him then and there.

So you understood. But you didn’t have to like it, and you certainly did not. The longer you sat there, the older you felt, constantly resisting the urge to yell at these kids in an old maid's way. Gods he was old enough to be some of these girls’ fathers. You weren’t exactly close in age with him yourself, a gap of about 15 years separating the two of you, but come on.

The door to his office finally cracked open, and you followed the sound of his voice, still rambling out facts as he let the student out.

“Now that you have the difference between stressor and trigger down, you’ll find it easier to interpret some of the readings, just keep in mind that sometimes they can be one and the same.” The student nodded and thanked him before leaving, a slightly disappointed look shadowing her face.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” His smile lit up the second he saw you, and you held out the coffee you’d bought him earlier to him.

“Thought I’d drop in and see you. I missed you.” Maybe it was petty of you in front of literal teenagers and people who couldn’t even legally drink yet, but you wrapped a hand around his waist, underneath his suit jacket, and looked up at him with a big grin, fluttering your eyelashes. He looked at you with knotted eyebrows, trying to decode your words as if they were the key to cracking a case he was working on.

You felt the eyes of the students burning into you, heard them whispering to each other and your grin deepened. You’d marked your territory successfully.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got office hours for the next 25 minutes, do you mind waiting?” He looked apologetically down at you, speaking with a bit of an awkward tone, not used to the notable PDA.

“That’s fine. I can wait out here, right?” You asked, trying to give him your most innocent look. He nodded his assent, and you returned to your seat, grabbing a book from your bag and settling in as he welcomed the next student to his office.

An hour later, all the students had finally dispersed. A fair few of them had given up after you made your identity known, embarrassingly slinking away from the queue, but a fair few had stuck it out, still just wanting a glimpse of him. The conversation had dimmed though, now back on the topic of college parties and TikTok stars or something.

When the final student slipped out of the office, you jumped up enthusiastically and joined Reid inside, letting yourself in with a small knock and a sing-song “professor.”

He was sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose looking down at some papers, and looking as attractive as he had the day you’d met him. You slunk over to him, swirling his chair around so you could sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

“What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, obviously not objecting to the sudden physicality of your affection. “It’s not an anniversary, we’re only on our 1,813th day of dating which doesn’t mark any milestones or other special cultural holidays, so what gives.”

“You know I love it when you talk numbers to me.”

“You know I love it even more when you spill and tell me what’s going on? Come on, Y/N, something’s different.” You pouted at this goddamn superhuman perception. It was going to be embarrassing to admit that you saw the gaggle of girls that had been crowding around his office as competition.

“There were a lot of students today.” You said, simply changing the topic a bit, hoping you wouldn’t have to explicitly name the green-eyed monster that had taken over you.

“Not really, that’s about the amount I get every time I open office hours.”

“Every time?” He’d told you often that you were an absolutely open book, your facial expressions baring your every thought and feeling. So you cursed yourself at the pout you felt forming on your lips.

“Woah, what was that? Y/N, are you… are you jealous?”He laughed a little bit as your frown deepened, a flush coming up to cover your face.

“So what if I am?”

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you, baby?” He trailed his hand up between your thighs and your breath hitched as you felt the tone of the conversation immediately shift.

“They were talking about you, y’know?” your breath hitched at the last word, as his hand found its way to your clit, beginning to press the tiniest of circles around that nerve.

“Oh? What were they saying that made my princess so upset?” The hand gripping your hip was nearly painful now, as he clasped you tightly, letting your legs spread for him as he slowly picked up the pace, your back now flush against his chest as he looked down to between your legs from over your shoulder. Your head was thrown back against him, your chest rising and falling with every small movement.

“They were talking a-about your hands,” you moaned out. His eyes stayed fixed on your center, but his free hand trailed up to your blouse, popping a few buttons expertly so he could see the rise and form of your chest, see your nipples sticking out through the thin bra you’d chosen that morning.

“Hmm, is that it baby? They just talked about these hands?” He continued at his agonizing pace on your clit as his hand lifted to your nipples, pulling one breast free of your bra and beginning to roll it between his fingers. You writhed at the touch, trying desperately to keep quiet, knowing from your time outside just how thin these walls were.

“Baby, I think you didn’t hear me. Was that all they said?” His tone was darker now, and you knew you had to answer before he made you.

“No!” You moaned out, trying to gain back some composure when all you wanted to do was relax into his hands and let him pull your release from you. “They… they said they knew you were big… Down there.” He laughed a little at that and shifted his hips underneath you.

“And are they correct baby?” You feel him pressing against your leg now and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes roll back in pleasure and let him use you as he wants.

“Yes, sir. They were… they were right, you always fill me up so good.” Your hips start grinding down into his, his hand stilling as you use him to get yourself off.

“There’s something else they said, right, baby? You’re holding something back?” He smiled, dropping hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck as you frantically rubbed yourself up against him. Your moans were ripping out from your mouth now in frustrated moans, as you felt needy in a way you’d never quite experienced before.

“Stop teasing, Spencer.”

“No. This is my office, and you come in draping yourself all over me like a whore in front of all of my students. You don’t get to call me Spencer right now, you’re going to have to show a little bit more respect.” With those words he pushed you up to your feet, pulling his hands off of you before quickly clearing a space on the desk and bending you over it.

“I heard this bit. They said they wanted me to bend them over and take them like this, right?” You heard him unzip his pants, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance as he started teasing you, pulling your panties to the side. You moaned out a yes, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore.

“Use your words, baby. What did they want me to do to them?”

“They wanted you to bend them over the desk and fuck them like a little whore, sir.” With that confession out in the open, he finally pushed into you, stretching you out with a sinful groan slipping from his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so tight and wet for me…” His thrusts were hard and slow, and you could feel the wetness seeping down your legs, the wet sounds of your activity filling the space infinitely. His pace picked up and so did your constant mewls from the contact, the sounds completely unmistakable for anything but base lust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. Going to come, right here on my cock in my office, huh?”

“Yes, sir, I’m going to…. Shit, I’m going to cum.” He grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to his, swallowing each of your moans with his mouth as he let his tongue explore, your body twitching still under his ministrations. He kept his rough pace up for another minute or two before hitting his peak as well, pulling out to empty himself out on your thighs.

“Shit, Y/N,” he mumbled, falling back into his chair and running a hand through his tousled hair as you fell forward back into the desk, chest heaving. He was at eye level with the results of his labour and you heard the sound of his phone camera clicking before you could pull yourself together.

“Spencer!” You giggled awkwardly, looking back at him with an incredulous look as he pulled some tissues out of the desk drawer and started cleaning you up.

“What? I always take notes during my office hours.” He grinned up at you, as you turned around and planted another kiss to his lips, pulling him back up to you.

“How many students do you think will actually turn up to your class tomorrow?”

“I’ll be lucky if the module actually has any sign-ups next term.”

[rodolfoparras]

I need to be Price’s big scary dog (yes I know Ghost exists but lemme dream for a minute for gender reasons).

Imagine being this huge hulking figure that’s constantly his shadow, teeth bared, ready to snap at anyone who dare cross him.

But also. Being his good boy, his good pup, and being allowed to fuck him senseless. Him muttering slurred praises as you fuck into him, pinning him underneath your weight as you breed him.

He really do got that dog in him and that dog is me ‼️

Anygays! I hope you are doing well and hydrating and resting :3

- 🐺

Thinking about Price being known as the captain to pick up strays, taking in problematic soldiers to give them a second chance.

When he first read your files all he could see was people describing you as a merciless beast but instead of being horrified, Price had been intrigued.

He couldn’t help but wonder what made the beast tick and if he could use it to his own advantage.

So he had you flown out to base, escorted all the way to his office with guards leading you there.

Price had been quick to send the guards away. They’d been hesitant at first unsure if the captain should be left alone but eventually they did leave.

Price had walked up to you, cupped your cheek, and pulled you closer to inspect you throughly

And instead of biting his head off, like anyone would have expected you to do, you were quiet as ever while keeping your head bowed.

Good boy, he thinks to himself. I’ll train you well

And trained you he did, whenever you dared bare your teeth at him, he’d have you down on all four before shoving his cock down your throat, all while keeping a boot clad foot on your clothed crotch. You’d be muttering apologies with your lips wrapped around his dick while your own dick weeped under his boot clad feet.

Whenever you refused to listen to his commands he’d tie your arms and legs to the bed while using a toy on himself. You wouldn’t be able to touch him, hell sometimes you wouldn’t even be able to see him, only being able to hear the sounds of pleasure slipping past his lips and the obscene squelching sounds that echoe throughout the room as he fucks himself on the dildo.

You’d beg and plead to see him, to fuck him, promising you can make him feel better than the toy can but he wouldn’t listen to any of it, smiling at the tears trickling down your cheek while he rides the plastic dick “that’ll teach you to listen to what I say”

And maybe just maybe if you’ve been good enough he’ll let you fuck him, listening to the pathetic sound escaping your lips as he lines your cockhead up with his puckered rim, watching the way you go from setting a steady pace with your hips to erratically thrusting into him, before he feels you spill inside him

“s good so good- thank you sir - thank you so much”

[tired-teacher-blog]

Imagine Shinsou calling you "princess" 🤤

Deep voice

So sexy

He grabs your waist to scoot by you while mumbling "sorry, princess..." but you can hear in his deep voice that he's TOTALLY NOT SORRY and he's got a dumb smirk on his face and he blatantly rubs his big bulge against your ass as he shuffles by you and his thick fingers lightly squeeze your waist

- 🐺

Oh he's definitely not sorry 😏

Even though you're unable to see his face, his hot breath, eager touches and pulsating bulge are unmistakable.

The line of soft pecks he carefully places on your nape, lures a shiver down your spine and a moan from between your lips.

You unconsciously roll your hips against the thickness nudging your bum, squealing when he responds with a bite on your delicate skin.

_ "Sorry princess, but I couldn't help myself." he apologizes again, but the deep chuckle following suit proves that he's relishing every second of this.

His hands slip under your shirt, hiking the garment up and squeezing your waist while his shallow thrusts gradually quicken.

His name flows past your lips and your eyes roll back in absolute ecstasy as one of his hands move down to fondle you through your soft panties.

You're close, both of you are, and the inescapable mess that's about to ruin your clothes and bed is the last thing on your minds as you give in to each other.

_ "Hitoshi, please! I'm cumming.."

_ "Me too sweetheart, fuck.."

[gabessquishytum]

When Dream and Hob get together, Dream discovers he has the absolute worst humiliation kink ever, but ONLY FOR HOB.

He loves being brought low by Hob, loves being put on his knees by and for Hob, loves when Hob sits on his throne and makes him suck Hob's cock. Loves it when Hob coos about how he's not really a king with him and what an unrepentant slut he is, loves when Hob makes him beg, and when Hob makes him scream in ecstasy.

He loves when Hob bends him over his throne and spanks his pretty little hole until he cums all over his throne and he loves when Hob fucks him in front of a mirror, forcing him to watch while he's taken apart piece by piece.

If anyone else tried any of this, he'd destroy them.

But Hob makes him weak in the knees and makes his pretty cock so hard he can't even think about anything else.

- 🐺

Awww he's such a cute little slutty dreamlord!

Hob really is the best at dirty talk and it makes Dream’s kink even stronger. Like they could be having a perfectly ordinary outing in the dreaming, maybe socialising with a delegation from another realm, and Hob will just whisper the most unhinged filth in Dream’s ear... "if only all these Lords and ladies knew that you're such a greedy slut. Do you think they'd ever look at you the same way if they saw you slobbering all over my cock, begging me to fuck your throat? They'd be shocked. You're so good at pretending darling, but you know what I see when I look at you? A pretty little whore, pretending to be so high and mighty. Maybe I'll make you scream so loud later, they'll be able to hear you in another dimension."

And Dream just has to go on with his day, pretending that his knees aren't trembling and his cock isn't hard enough to cut a diamond 😭😭 poor little slut!!!

[tsandoll]

Hiii, like I don't see much bout this, how is taesan eating pussy? I haven't read anything about this and wanted to ask you...

Can I be 🐺 anon?

taesan munch <3 he eats pussy like his life depends on it, its something that he thoroughly enjoys and can do for an extended period of time. he loves to kiss ur clit and nudge at it with his face as well. he tries out so many different things with his tongue to make sure if feels good for you. he's huge on marking as well so he leaves a lot of hickeys all over your inner thighs, he may even slightly nibble the skin there. he gets super riled up from eating you out, it happens so fast too so he has a habit of humping the bed. sometimes its unconscious but his hips slowly rut into the bed underneath him. he loves to eat you out on a regular basis, when he's bored, stressed, before he fucks u, like he's always wanting his mouth on you.

also yess u can be an anon!

[fatuismooches]

Hoyo drops a Neuvilette dragon-form ladle and expects me to move on just like that? Not a chance.

Okay. Dottore. And fragile!reader who takes a liking in ceramics.

The weakness caused by mysterious sickness got the reader unable to attend to their hobbies as often as they'd have wished to. However, there are days when they feel great and devote their time to their lover. And if Zandik happens to be busy - it's ceramics time!

At first, there were no noticeable changes and Dottore doesn't acknowledge the strange items. It must be Pantalone or Columbina sending prank gifts anyway. But as the time passes, more and more strange items start appearing...

First, it was a the salt and pepper shakers. Instead of normal, tube-like shakers, two one-eyed bird creatures sat on the table. Their shape wasn't completely smooth, some imperfections here and there. The dyes overlapped in some places as well. Dottore knew right away that this wasn't bought from the local market. Why the strange shape, too?

That's when he begins to notice more. There is a ladle that's base takes the shape of the raven head that Dottore carries around his shoulders as a fancy accessory? There are a couple of ceramic bowls and plates that have silly drawings of the segments? The fox-monster-creature with a basket in its paws that serves as a fruit storage?

Dottore is confused. But also amazed.

He will praise the reader how wonderful all of their creations are, even if he finds them a tad bit weird at times. He loves them, really! Zandik will make sure to encourage their beloved to not stop the hobby since it is also good for their health - distraction from illness is always a great thing!

Let's just say Pantalone's bewilderment was immeasurable when he received a report stating that Dottore requests a ton of highest quality clay.

THIS IS SO CUTE... You always had a good amount of hobbies before you got sick, but after the illness, you find that your strength is too sapped to do anything too strenuous. So instead you stick to hobbies that don't require much energy, like reading for example. But that doesn't mean you're just going to give up on your old hobbies! Thankfully you still have good days that you can set aside for ceramics!! You don't bother telling Dottore because you assumed he'd realize it's you once you start sending your creations to him! (You think it's funny that it took him this long to realize, who else would take out the time to give him gifts? Only his dear lover of course!)

Not only are the shakers strange looking and far from perfection, but it is an odd thing to give to the man who barely eats, and when he does, the food is made and seasoned exactly to his liking by you. At least the shakers work...? That's one thing, at least. He doesn't have much use for them, but for some odd reason, he tucks them somewhere in his drawers for safekeeping.

However, more odd things that he would never use end up finding his way on his desk along with the very strange designs. He knows it couldn't be a joke anymore because of the sheer number and time it must have taken to make these things, despite them not being the most professional. There's really only one person he knows who could have done this. One of the plates has a wide pointy grin with red eyes that he can instantly recognize as Beta (Webttore) despite its simpleness. He doesn't think he could ever eat off a plate with that but he is amused by your creations. And also impressed.

First, he's very glad to hear your hands are steady enough to create such things. That is good news! Secondly, seeing you so happy is good for everyone considering your illness often impacts your mental state. Thirdly, he's partially offended that the other segments knew about your hobby and not him, your actual husband. Still, as long as it keeps you distracted, he'll keep indulging it for as long as you'd like. Even when you continue to send him strange gifts that he'd never use, only admire. (Pantalone is confused but soon puts two and two together.)

Of course, no one comments on the segments using puffling shakers in order to keep their life. I need a Foxttore fruit basket desperately... (imagine putting apples in it as a joke for Dottore teehee... :3)

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Fine then I want one for Olivia hye 🐺

Hyeju Girlfriend HCs

SFW HCs

Playful but she always means well.

She isn’t a big fan of skinship but secretly does crave your touch more than she’d admit.

She doesn’t mind being affectionate with you though, giving you quick hugs and pecks.

Hyeju is so competitive in everything she does especially if it’s with you.

She loves competing in video games with you especially since she tends to win most of the times.

She can be mean with words sometimes though she’ll be quick to apologize.

She gets really passionate about the things she likes and can talk about it for hours.

She likes to do puzzles occasionally because it helps her keep fresh.

Hyeju likes to go on walks with you and her dog.

The two of you go out to eat frequently, trying out different foods, cuisines and places

NSFW HCs

She is a switch, being the top or bottom depending on her mood.

She likes slow passionate make out sessions.

She becomes an aggressive dom when she’s stressed or annoyed, wanting to use you to let her frustrations out.

She likes to add some spice when you both are competing especially if it’s video games, “the loser has to go down on the winner” or something of the like.

A huge tease, likes to edge you for a bit before letting you cum.

She is quite flexible and you both tend to make use of that especially when you are on top.

Hyeju likes a bit of exhibitionism which surprised you but you don’t have any complaints

Occasionally she feels quite smug and bratty which means depending on whether she’s being the sub or dom, she’ll either be degrading you or wants to be degraded by you.

Vivi walking in Hyeju’s hotel room and finding her getting eaten out by you wasn’t in her plans and she screamed in shock. It caused quite a ruckus and alot of explaining before things calmed down.

Now you can’t even look at the other members without feeling embarrassed even though Hyeju tells you it’s ok.

[tokillamockingbird427]

You know what would be cute‽ baby David and baby Logan "working" on their motorized toy car(s) next to Elias when he's working on his hobby car

🐺

They're all just hanging out in the garage, rock music playing (at a reasonable and not ear-shattering level for once, because Elias doesn't want to give the boys tinnitus.), while they both work on their cars.

David is poking/tapping various parts with random tools while Logan sits there looking very serious and pointing at random spots for his brother to "fix", while also occasionally getting up at Davids request to bother Elias for another tool. Elias plays along by giving their car a very serious look over before going "Looks like a problem for a 10mm, buddy." and handing over said tool. Other 70% of the time he's elbow deep in his hobby car, some older model muscle car, covered in grease/oil, having the time of his life.

Elias will also occasionally involve the boys in what he's tinkering with, showing them whatever problem there is or whatever he's trying to install, and telling them what he's doing about it. When they're littler, he doesn't let them do a lot, just quizzes them on anything familiar and leads them through what he's doing, but as they get older (Like into their teens) he lets them do more hands-on stuff. (Reason being he doesn't want them to hurt themselves somehow.)

[tag-that-oc]

casually remembers I have quite a few ocs who need names

*thousand yard stare*

ugh naming is such hard work AND FOR WHAT?

-🐺

to the baby name website mines we go o7

[hardstraykidshours]

Can't stop thinking about Chan being obsessed with breast, like him sucking on my nipple while he pounds in me - can I be 🐺 anon? (Unless that's taken)

aghhhh bestie, first of all you can absolutely be 🐺 anon!!!! omfg no one has asked to be recurrent anon before so we are beyond excited to have you as the first! eeeeeek!!!!

nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

also the way chan would most definitely be soooo obsessed with your tits is making my mind go crazy. like in any situation he is finding a way to include your tits.

like he's fucking you from behind? he's going to be reaching around you to toy with your nipples until you're cumming hard around his cock.

he's eating you out? he's most definitely blindly reaching up to find your tits so he can have a handful while you gush in his mouth.

he's pounding into you? he will be leaning back just enough to hold eye contact with you while pinching your nipple until you scream his name. and then, before you can even regain a sense of reality, his head is diving down to capture your nipple in his mouth. he'll soothe you with sweet laps of his tongue while he continues to fuck you senseless until you cream around his cock, drawing it all out with gentles grazes of his teeth and lewd licks of his tongue.

you'll cum until you feel like you might pass out, but somehow he'll still have you begging for more, hands or mouth on your tits, a snarky grin on his face as he looks down at you from above.

whewwwww...if you can't tell, chan makes me weak in the knees. thanks for your support, bestie!!!

❤️ abbie & courtney

[eyesxxyou]

thinking about hobies morning wood.. . him just sleepily grinding against your ass, moaning all weakly in your ear..

-🐺

He doesn't ask for anything else but to rub his dick against your ass until his cums. He cock nudges between your thighs and he asks you to press them a little tighter for him. He fucks himself on you until he cums with a low, satisfied moan in your ear, kissing and licking the shell of it while he lazily milks himself on you.

[qprconcepts]

qpp who likes vocaloid (miku lover) x qpp who likes vocaloid (luka lover) x qpp who want to learn about vocaloid

(based on real events) -🐺

<3

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hello my beloved! It's been a while since I've dropped by!

NSFW question for ya:

Do you think the Crusty King prefers giving or receiving oral? 👀 this is hot on my brain rn

I hope you are doing well<3

- 🐺

Hi babe!!!! It's so good to hear from you and receive your amazing thirsts and questions 😍

Okay let's see.

The thing is, I believe our Shiggy probably wouldn't even know how to give oral to begin with. I mean the poor guy has lived his entire life touch starved and alienated— due to his family first (namely his father) and his quirk later on, so he would definitely need some guidance and introduction to any form of intimacy.

Now, let's say he meets a partner who would be patient with him throughout the experience, obviously they would be the one giving him oral first and watching as he falls apart beneath them (I love picturing this by the way), and maybe after a while when he's finally confident enough to reciprocate the action, he would eagerly do it just to make his partner feel as good as they have been making him feel, and although he most likely would be bad and clumsy for the first few times, he is still persistent and a quick learner, and he would soon be able to drag an orgasm after the other -from his partner- just using his mouth.

Witnessing this new found power in himself would be addicting, and knowing that he's able to render his partner a moaning and withering mess underneath him, would make him prefer giving oral instead of receiving it, just to relish the sight of them crumbling under his watchful eye.

[chanif-art]

😂not gonna lie I could totally see him sitting in front of the bathroom door like a lost puppy waiting for his darling

-🐺anon

We all love clingy puppy Leon

buymeacoffee

[gabessquishytum]

I keep thinking about Omegaverse.

Also we have pervy Hob a lot, so why not pervy Morpheus?

Specifically, Hob is spending summer break with his best friend Orpheus and his single father, Morpheus. Unfortunately, two weeks into this 3 month break, Hob finally presents and.. he's an Omega. Orpheus is a beta, so things are fine there. However, Morpheus is an Alpha and he smells like Home to Hob. This causes Hob to immediately go into his first heat.

Morpheus really isn't a good enough man to deny the pretty precious little Omega that's begging for his cock, for his Knot. Especially not since Morpheus would be the FIRST to fuck him, to knot him. Besides, if he mates Hob properly (ie bites him) and even gives him a baby, no one can separate them because it would be too dangerous for Hob. And he does beg so prettily.

When Hob is finally coherent, another week later, he feels like he should be angry about what Morpheus has done to him. Instead, he's REALLY hoping he's pregnant so he can keep Morpheus forever.

- ����

I love pervy Dream so much, tbh. A little omegaverse spice makes it even better!

Hob has no idea that he's going to present - he's 19, and it's pretty late in the day for his body to be changing. But. It's almost like he reacts to Morpheus, or something. He's only been staying a little while, and then it starts to happen. The sweating, the terrible cramps. Morpheus knows exactly what's going on, and he quickly sends Orpheus off to stay with his aunt. Hob needs space, and time.

Hob needs an alpha.

Hob is so happy he could cry, apart from the pain and discomfort. He secretly always hoped to be an omega. He really, desperately wants to have babies, and now he can! He just wishes it didn't hurt so much. And that he didn't feel so embarrassingly horny for his friend's dad...

It's not uncommon for a high-society, older alpha to take on a younger mate if their first marriage has dissolved. It'd be nice, Morpheus thinks, to finally give Orpheus a little sibling or two. And an omega like Hob needs someone who can protect and care for him, not some silly young alpha with no prospects! Morpheus is doing the best possible thing when he fills Hob’s hole with his cock and his newly functioning womb with his seed. Hob will be grateful.

And he is! He's honestly overwhelmed, at first, when he wakes up in Morpheus’s bed with a bite on his neck. He aches all over and his head is spinning, but Morpheus is so good to him - hand feeding him high protein food, getting him hydrated, rubbing the remaining cramps from his pelvis and belly. He's such a good alpha. Hob feels... lucky.

He'll have to defer his last year at uni while he's pregnant, but that's okay. Morpheus will help him. And he won't have to worry about money. In fact, maybe he could just take a break from school and focus on being a good mate. Having lots of babies, like he always wanted.

Morpheus couldn't be happier. He has a good feeling that he won't have any trouble in keeping Hob. Forever.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hi, Rizz. That Phantom piece you wrote was beautiful but it triggered something angsty in my mind and now I feel I must share that thought with you

Phantom loves to be a good boy but what if he thinks that Copia is upset with him? So he curls up in bed and isolated himself snivelling that he is a good boy… right? Eventually, Copia is alerted of Phantom’s meltdown and visits him and tells him that he will always be his best boy even when Phantom begs to be punished or reprimanded

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projecting my RSD onto that bug

It was a bad rehearsal. Copia had been in an awful mood before they’d even stared, the stress of…everything had gotten too much for him and unfortunately for them his ghoul had taken the brunt of his bad moods. Phantom has messed up twice, twice, and it had resulted in Copia yelling at him. 

The rest of the rehearsal he was teary eyed. He’d  managed to hold off real tears until he got to his room where he flopped down onto his bed and let the water works go. He sobbed into his pillow, for how long he wasn’t sure, but the sun had long set and he knew he’d missed dinner. He wasn’t even aware that the other ghouls had come in one by one and tried to console him. With no success. 

Copia hated him. He knew that now for sure. He knew he had a special bond with Aether and of course Phantom was no replacement for that, but Phantom thought he was at least as good as him at Guitar. Obviously he’d been wrong about that. He was going to get sent back to the pits, he was worthless, he can’t even play guitar right and that was he summoned for. He’s let everyone down, all the mentoring Aether had given him was all for nothing, he was nothing but a waste of space, he should never have been summoned he should have-

A hand on his back pulled him from his thoughts.  “Piccolo?” 

Phantom hears Copia’s voice and whimpers, curling up even more. This was it. This was when he was going to get kicked out of the band, of his new pack and banished back to the pits where he’ll be alone all over again. He lets out a wail at the thought and clutches his tail in his hands. 

“Oh, oh, il mio bambino.” He scoops Phantom up into his arms and leans against the headboard of his bed, placing him him his lap. Phantom burrows his head into his neck and sobs. 

“I-I’m s-sorry!” He wails.

Copia rubs down his back and coos at him.  “It should be me that’s the one apologising, not you.” 

Phantom shakes his head. “No! I-I’m a failure! I can’t d-do anything right, I can’t- I can’t be g-good!” 

“Oh that is not true at all, bug.” Copia places a kiss to the top of his head. “You are so good, the best ghoul I’ve ever had.” 

Phantom sobs out again.  “But-but I made a mistake. T-two mistakes!” 

Copia runs his through the ghouls hair hoping to comfort him.  “Everyone makes mistakes, tesoro. That’s normal.” 

Phantom sits up suddenly, look Copia dead in the eyes.  “Please don’t sent me back to the pit.” A fresh patch of tears well in his eyes and roll down his cheeks. “I-I’ll do anything. Just d-don’t sent me back, p-please!” 

Copia pulls him back down into a tight hug, wrapping his arms fully around the ghoul.  “You’re not going anywhere. I’m sorry that I yelled at you and made you feel like this, but I can promise you that you are not going anywhere.” 

Phantom snuffles and sits back up, looking at Copia with tearful eyes.  “I’m not?” 

“Of course not!” Copia exclaims. “I can’t let my good boy go, can I?” 

Phantom pouts at him but lets out a little thrill.   “I’m your good boy?” His voice is so small Copia can hardly hear him. 

“Of course you are.” Copia kisses his tear damp cheek. “You always have been. And you always will be. Il mio bravo ragazzo.”