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[roaming-axe-aaa]

"Hey Uncle Scar, guess what?" Simba called out bounding towards the adult male lion with a grin. "I've been practicing my roar and it's gotten really good." Not to brag but he could've sworn it'd gotten louder too since last time. "Wanna hear it?"

Scar was laying down in his cave, enjoying his peace. When he heard that familiar voice, he rolled his eyes before the prince would see him. He slowly rises to his paws and meets with Simba.

"Oh, your roar? Let's go outside then to hear it.. I don't want your roar knocking off shards from the ceiling and hitting one of us," he speaks sarcastically. Nudging the younger lion outside. Might as well humor the little one...

[in-for-a-pennyx]

Kinktober 2022: October 13th

Day 13: Dirty Talk

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2k (Didn't think I had it in me tbh)

Warnings: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl folks), fingering (f receiving), filthy dirty talk, language, swearing, creampie, description of penis.

Content: Spanish usage, translations at the end. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes.

A/n: I'm almost embarrassed to tag them but this lil fic is heavily inspired and influenced by @furious-rogue-stuff's phenomenal life-changing Narcos story Heat (link at the end, thanks dumblr). Please go read it. Having said that, their OC is bilingual and this isn't their Javi and Querida, it's just me trying to exercise the few words I know of Spanish 😅 Also want to mention @iamskyereads and @pennyserenade for their wonderful Javiers and stories that I love and adore. PS. I know this is just pure smut so if you'd like to be removed from tags pls let me know 😇

|| Prompts by @absurdthirst ||

This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Only proceed if you're over 18 and have read and understood the warnings and rating.

Javier’s lips are on yours the moment you stumble through his apartment door. He’d handed you the keys so his hands could be free to feel you up, squeezing fistfuls of your curves through the soft, satin fabric of your dress. 

“Mmm, I can’t wait for dessert,” Javi murmurs in your ear, pulling away for a moment. 

“Ugh, Javi!”, you swat his chest gently, “you can be so cheesy sometimes”. 

Yes, he can be cheesy sometimes but you love it. His usually hard surface rarely cracks so you always feel lucky whenever he shows his softer side to you. He keeps so many of his feelings bottled up inside, not wanting to burden you despite your appeals to let you in, so you take what you can get. If it's a cheesy line, you’ll eat it up. You’ll give him his dessert. 

“What can I say, hermosa? You drive me crazy”, he drawls, holding you in a tight embrace, nipping at your jaw. “And anyway, you looked good enough to eat tonight. So I’m going to eat you up”. 

Laughter bubbles up in your chest but is cut short with a gasp as you feel Javi’s moustache on your neck. The rough scratch followed by his lips leaves your skin tingling. Your hands find the nape of his neck and you tangle your fingers in his luscious brown locks, pulling him in for another kiss. 

You both walk to the couch still entangled and kissing. Javi sits down when the back of his knees hit the couch and pulls you down on top of him. You sit down on his lap, placing one knee on either side of his thighs, and smile at him warmly. He lays his head on the back of the couch and smiles back at you, open and inviting, placing his hands on top of your thighs. 

"You’re so beautiful," he mutters, staring at you with such sincerity in his coffee-coloured eyes that your heart stumbles for a beat.

Warmth spreads in your chest and you giggle softly, shimmying up his lap a little more before leaning into him and gently kissing his lips. “You’re not so bad yourself, Agent Peña. Eres muy guapo”, you susurrate, stroking his cheek gently, returning his stare with love in yours. 

A blush creeps up his neck, matching the raspberry shirt he’s wearing, and he averts his eyes. Javi is such a walking contradiction - he won’t blink twice entering a dangerous situation. Hell, he’s been living in one for so many years of his life, but show him a little bit of softness, a possibility of genuine affection and he literally doesn’t know where to look. It makes your heart squeeze and you want to envelop him in your arms, keep him safe for a change.

“Javi…” he looks at you and you kiss him again, leaning harder into him to deepen your kiss. Your breasts are flush against his hard chest and he can feel your nipples pebbling through your thin satin dress. The friction is exquisite against your lace-clad nipples and you let out a soft moan. Javi doesn’t miss the opportunity and sweeps his tongue deeper into your mouth, engulfing you in him. 

Javi’s hands move up from your thighs to your breasts, squeezing them possessively. With a jolt of electricity through your body, your head flies back, breaking the kiss. Between each careful squeeze, his thumb and forefinger clamp together to pinch and twist your nipple through the layers of fabric. He leaves open-mouthed kisses down your neck and you can’t help but squirm in his lap, letting out needy huffs of breath. Heat starts pooling low in your belly and you can feel yourself getting wet. 

Your hands find their way to Javi’s shoulders, squeezing them and then moving to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning each slowly. They’re happy to let their burden go, revealing the golden expanse of his chest as you push the shirt off his broad shoulders. Javi’s not far behind, he slides the straps of your dress and bra off your shoulders in one go, exposing your luscious breasts to his hungry mouth. He takes a hardened nipple his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, licking it gently, sucking it softly. 

You whimper his name and start grinding against his hardening cock, seeking friction to relieve the throbbing in your cunt. 

“I missed you. I missed you so much, Javi. ¿Tu sabes? I hate it when you’re away” you mewl against the side of his head. 

He moves to your other breast, giving it the same attention. You tangle your fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and he moans, the vibration going straight to your cunt. Sparks of pleasure burrow deep into your bones and set your body on fire. You vaguely remember holding Javi’s hand and sliding it under your dress, placing it on the soaking wet lace of your underwear. Even this light touch makes you shudder and opens the floodgates to your inner thoughts.

“¿Lo sientes? That’s all because of you, for you. Only you can get me so worked up. I think about you all the time, mi amor.”

Javi growls in response, leaving bruising kisses in the valley of your breasts. His fingers part the swollen folds of your wet pussy and find your swollen clit, putting gentle pressure on it, stroking, circling. You draw in a sharp breath, the feeling overwhelming. 

“When I’m at work and I see you strut by, when you wear that goddamn tac vest and walk around like you own the place, ordering everybody around,” his fingers make their way down to your opening, sliding in two of his fingers easily, “ahh, fuck, it makes me want to bend over your desk so you can fuck me senseless and show everybody I’m yours.” 

Another thrust of his fingers, sweat sliding down your back, “It makes me want to get on my knees under your desk and make you cum in my mouth.”

Javi pulls you tighter against his chest and you start rocking harder on his fingers, chasing that exquisite feeling only he can ignite deep inside your cunt.

“Dime Javi, d-do you think about me too? Do you think about me when you wake up hard in the morning? Ahh, wh- when you’re by your lonesome at the barracks in Medellín? Do you think about me – oh fuck Javi don’t stop – when you fuck your fist and cum over your fingers?” 

“I think about sucking your fingers clean. I think about your fingers deep inside me when I fuck myself with my fingers when you’re away. It’s never enough. I dream about your cock when you’re away. I miss your taste and how your cock sits so hot and heavy in my mouth. How it’s almost too big for me to take.”

Panting and moaning, you grind your hips harder against his, instinct driving you to chase his fingers harder, harder, deeper.

“Do you miss my mouth, Javi? I miss your mouth. I love you fucking me so much. Fuck me, Javi. I want to feel your cock inside me when I’m at work tomorrow, sitting in a stupid meeting.”

With one final sweep of his thumb on your clit and one more pump of his fingers, your walls flutter and contract, and you cum, you cum hard, making a mess on Javi’s fingers. 

Your body shakes and you’re lost in a haze of pure pleasure. You shift and twist, trying to escape the heights of pleasure when it becomes too much. Uncontrollable flashes of sensation zing through your nerves in all directions. You hear yourself squeak as he shifts you onto the couch, brushing accidentally against one sensitive location or another. 

“Fuck, hermosa. Look at you. Take off your clothes. Let me see you, please. I need to see you” he almost begs, his pupils blown almost black.

You slide your dress off and unhook your bra with shaky fingers, sliding your underwear off at the same time as Javi takes his jeans off. Your cunt clenches around nothing at the sight of his thick, hard cock, standing proudly against his tummy, precum seeping from the flushed tip. As much as you would like to have him in your mouth, you want him enveloped inside you even more. 

You straddle Javi again, this time your back to his chest, the back of your thighs against the top of his, your legs spread wide. You stretch your arm around the back of his neck, holding on to his shoulder for leverage. 

He lines himself up against you and you slide down on his rigid cock slowly. The stretch is delicious, fuck, you’ve missed this, missed being full of him, stuffed to the brim with him. You scream out his name, unable to hold in the overwhelming feeling anymore. 

You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breaths and getting used to the feel of each other. Javi gives you a soft peck on your cheek and starts lifting your hips. He starts thrusting up in you and you bear down on him, each movement more intense than the last. The familiar coil starts tensing in your abdomen again and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so completely drunk on Javi and his words: 

“Fucking hell, yes, I miss you when I’m away. That’s it, keep going.” He bounces you up and down when you start to feel your muscles burn and you lean on him to keep you up. 

“I love how easily I slide in after you’ve cum on my tongue and my fingers. Fuck, your mouth is so perfect too. Sometimes I can’t decide whether I want to fuck your filthy mouth or your gorgeous pussy. Look at it, your pussy was meant for me.”

“I miss this gorgeous cunt when I’m away. I think about how hot and wet and welcoming it always is. You like this don’t you? You’re doing so well, hermosa. Just a little more.” 

You’re breathless, panting, eyes shut and stars bursting behind your eyelids with each thrust. 

“No baby, look at me. Look at me.” He holds your chin and moves your face towards him. “Look at me when I fuck you.” You open your eyes reluctantly, fighting the spell of pleasure taking over you. His eyes are blown wide with list and adoration for you, brows pinched in effort. “So fucking beautiful” he mutters and kisses you deeply, loving the look of ecstasy on your face. 

It's too much, all at the same time, everywhere all at once and you come with a strangled shout, Javi’s name caught in your throat. Your pussy flutters around him and the tightness makes his hips stutter.  

“Cum for Javi, fill me up. I want to feel you inside me when you won’t be here tomorrow”. Your nails dig into his shoulders and that’s all he needs to meet his own climax, filling you up with his spend. You both collapse backward, you still on top of him, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Your commingled essences drip out of you and onto his lap but neither of you cares, too caught up in just feeling each other and catching your breaths. 

In a few moments, you’ll have to get up when your leg starts cramping or he’ll need a cigarette, and then you’ll both shower. You’ll have a drink and both go to bed together, safe in each other's embrace. 

He has to leave again tomorrow, but tonight, tonight, you’ll hold back the morning light a little while longer, cherish the night a little bit longer.

END

Translation:

hermosa - gorgeous

Eres muy guapo - You're so handsome

¿Tu sabes? - Do you know? / you know?

¿Lo sientes? - Feel that?

mi amor - my love

Dime Javi - Tell me, Javi

Heat by @/furious-rogue-stuff

[wonderswritings]

When Worlds Collide: Collison Course

Summary: Five years ago, the world changed. Eight months ago, the world changed again; all with a snap of fingers. Now we’re dealing with the aftermath of those actions, and it’s hard for everyone. Especially for those they left behind. 

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Character Death, PTSD, Possibly More to Come Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader- nicknamed Mel

In this fic, Pepper is not your mother, and Morgan is only your half sister. You are Tony’s daughter, but your mother is never mentioned.

!!!Important!!! This is a rewrite of book 1 of WWC. Titles and some plot points will carry over.

Tags ~please please read the rules before filling out the form!

AO3

When Worlds Collide Masterlist

Stupid dumblr isn't showing my stuff in the tags 🙄

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“So let me get this straight. Peter left to go and bring one of the multiverse men here, and you guys lost contact with him?”

“Yes.”

“And Dr. Assface said that I couldn’t be here for any of this, why?”

Ned shrugged, slightly nodding.

“You’re dangerous.”

“You don’t like him.”

You laughed as MJ turned towards Ned, the two going back and forth with each other.

“Guys, guys!”

They both stopped, looking over at you. You shook your head, moving so you were leaning against the table next to them.

“It’s fine. Dr. Assface has a point.”

You grinned, nodding.

“I’m both dangerous and I don’t like him.”

“Why?”

You looked down at Ned, tilting your head to the side, slightly shooting him a look.

“Why don’t you like him?”

“He’s the reason my dad is dead.”

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You tensed when the lights flickered, slowly standing up.

“What is this?”

You turned, looking over at the crypt, seeing a man in the cells, touching the barrier, Dr. Octavius waving at him. The lights flickered again, a man who looked like sand appearing in one of the other cells, hitting the barrier, causing the first newcomer to scoff.

“You picked the wrong side.”

A  lizard stepped out of the shadows, chuckling, causing your eyes to widen as you shook your head, glancing at MJ and Ned.

“I’m sorry, is that a fucking lizard?”

“Connors?”

“What? You know this creature?”

Ned gasped, nodding as he looked between you and MJ. 

“Same universes.”

You shook your head, pointing at the lizard.

“How did I miss that earlier?”

Ned shrugged as he sat back down, glancing at you.

“He was hiding.”

“And we forgot.”

You nodded, sitting back down.

“Right.”

“No, no no, not a creature. A man.”

You snorted, sharing a look with MJ and Ned.

“That is supposed to be a man?”

“Dr. Curt Connors. He was a scientist in Oscorp when I worked there. A brilliant scientist. Till he turned himself into a lizard. Then he tried to turn the whole city into lizards. It was crazy.”

Connors walked to the edge of his cell, huffing.

“It wasn’t crazy, Max. It was the next step in human evolution.”

Ned gasped, his eyes widening.

“The dinosaur can talk.”

MJ shook her head, leaning towards Ned.

“Lizard.”

“Right.”

You snorted, shrugging when MJ shot you a look.

“Sorry.”

“Speaking of which, what happened to you? Last I recall, you had bad teeth, glasses and a combover. Did you get a makeover? You know, I can give you a real makeover.”

Max shot Connors a deadpanned look, huffing.

“Let me guess. Into a lizard?”

“Exactly.”

“Could you two just shut up?”

The sandman looked over at where you all were sitting, nodding as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Where are we?”

“It’s complicated.”

“A wizard’s dungeon.”

You chuckled at the looks MJ and Ned were receiving, Max making a face as he slightly shook his head.

“Wiz- wizards dungeon?”

You grinned when MJ shrugged, glancing at Max.

“There’s no real way to sugarcoat that. It’s literally the dungeon of a wizard.”

Dr. Octavius shrugged, nodding as Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“Look, you can keep your magic. I want a taste of that new energy I just felt.”

The flights flickered as sparks circled around Max’s hands, causing you to glare as you sat up in the chair, watching him closely. You turned when MJ’s phone went off, watching as she turned, answering it.

“Oh, Peter. Hey.”

She nodded as she walked towards the entrance of the crypt, looking around and nodding.

“Yeah. They’re all here and locked up.”

You stood up walking towards her.

“Yeah, of course. Oh hey-”

She shot you a look as you grabbed her phone, shooting her a grin.

“Hey Peter Parker. Forget something?”

“Uh Mel, heyyy. What are you doing?”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Nice trick you did with Karen. Really, really appreciated that one.”

“Mel I-”

“Save it. We can talk about it when you get here.”

“Hey-”

You looked over at Ned, watching as he poked at a tree.

“Ask him if this is like a tree monster, or like a scientist that turned into a tree.”

You shot Ned a look, causing him to shrug as he waved his hand out in a ‘come on’ motion.

“It’s just a tree, man. Just a tree.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Just, get here when you can, alright?”

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It’d gotten relatively quiet after Peter’s call, the guys taking the time to pace in their cells while you, MJ and Ned sat around the table.

“Hey guys.”

You all sat up, watching as Peter walked in, a man following closely behind him, taking everything in as he looked around.

“This is Mr. Osborn.”

Osborn pointed at Peter, a slight grin on his face.

“Hey, it’s Doctor.”

Peter nodded slightly, coming to a stop in front of where you all were at.

“Sorry. Um, Dr. Osborn, these are my friends, Ned, MJ and YN.”

“Mary Jane?”

MJ shook her head, shooting a look at Peter who shrugged.

“It’s Michelle Jones, actually.”

“Fascinating.”

Osborn walked towards the crypt, Ned looking over at you with a grin.

“Do you think there are other Ned Leedses?”

You grinned, chuckling slightly as you shook your head, Ned sitting back down in front of his laptop.

“Octavius?”

“Osborn?”

“What- what happened to you?”

You made a face as you turned, watching Osborn and Dr. Octavius talk.

“What happened to- you’re the walking corpse.”

“What do you mean?”

“You died, Norman. Years ago.”

You sat up, tensing as Osborn shook his head, chuckling.

“You’re insane.”

Max laughed, shaking his head.

“God, I love it here.”

Peter walked towards the cells, pointing at Osborn, his head tilted to the side.

“What are you talking about? He’s standing right there. He’s not-”

“Dead.”

Sandman stepped closer to his barrier, nodding.

“They both died. Fighting Spiderman. It was all over the news. Green Goblin, impaled by the glider you flew around on. And a couple of years later, you. Doc Ock. drowned in the river with your machine.”

“That’s nonsense. Spiderman was trying to stop my fusion reactor. So I stopped him. I had him by the throat. And then, I- and then I was here.”

Max scoffed, waving his hand around, slightly shaking his head.

“Oh, please. Let me tell you something. I was whooping Spiderman’s ass. He’ll tell you. And then he caused an overload. I was stuck in the grid, absorbing data. I was about to turn into pure energy, and then- and then- oh shit. I was about to die.”

You snorted, causing Peter to turn towards you, shooting you a look. You shrugged, tilting your head to the side.

“What?”

Connors looked over at Max, huffing.

“Max, do you know? Do I die?”

You tensed when Strange’s sparks appeared, glaring as Strange appeared once the sparks disappeared. He looked over at Osborn, nodding slightly.

“Oh, great. You caught another one.”

Peter shook his head, holding his arm out.

“No no, Strange, wait.”

Strange waved his hands around as Peter stepped forward, looking over at Strange.

“Strange, he’s not dangerous.”

Osborn appeared in the empty cell, Peter turning towards him and nodding.

“It’s okay.”

He turned back towards Strange, slightly making a face.

“What is that?”

“It’s an ancient relic. The Machinati Codamus. Trap your corrupted spell inside, once you’ve finished the proper ritual, will reverse the spell. And send these guys back to their universe.”

“And then what? We perish?”

Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“Nah. No thanks, I’ll pass on that.”

“Let me out of here. Peter!”

“Strange, we can’t send them back. Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Well, some of these guys are gonna die.”

“Parker, it’s their fate.”

Peter huffed a slight chuckle, shaking his head.

“Come on Strange, have a heart.”

“Yeah, he doesn't have one of those.”

Strange looked over at you, shooting you a glare, causing you to shrug.

“You don’t.”

He clenched his jaw before he turned, looking back at Peter, shaking his head.

“In the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives. I’m sorry kid. If they die, they die.”

The box started to click as Strange closed his eyes, Osborn looking over at Peter, his eyes wide as Peter glanced back at you and the others.

“Peter!”

Peter clenched his jaw when he threw his arm out, webbing the box, Strange snapping his head towards him, slightly shaking his head.

“Don’t.”

Peter yanked the box towards him, lifting his other arm and shooting a web at Strange, sending him into the cell with the sandman.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“Peter, you gotta go.”

You looked over at Peter, nodding.

“Go!”

Peter nodded as he ran past us, MJ moving to stand in front of you and Ned, blocking the path to the door, holding her hands out. You grinned as you stood, your hands lighting with your powers as you moved to stand in front of her, glancing at her over your shoulder.

“Good thinking, but my plan’s better.”

Strange balled his hands into fists as he glared, shaking his head.

“This is why I never had kids.”

He walked through the barrier of the cell, Flint trying to follow after him. You shook your head as you stepped forward, glaring at Strange.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?

Strange looked over at you, huffing.

“Stay out of this, Stark. The spell has to be reversed.”

“The spell wouldn’t need to be reversed if you hadn’t messed it up.”

“The kid was interfering!”

You shot him a look as you scoffed, tilting your head to the side.

“How the hell did you ever become Sorcerer Supreme if you can be distracted while performing a spell?”

Strange clenched his jaw, glaring at you.

“Get out of my way Stark.”

“No.”

Strange huffed, shaking his head as he threw his arm out, waving it around, sparks appearing.

“You can’t stop me, Stark. You know that.”

“That was when you had the time stone. Time after that? You attacked at my most vulnerable. Well guess what? You don’t have the time stone. So no more cheating for you.”

“Why are her hands glowing?”

“I thought he was the wizard. The hell is she?”

“Witch, basically.”

MJ nodded, sharing a look with Ned.

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Wizards, witches, the hell else this place got?”

You looked over at Max, grinning.

“Oh, so much.”

You threw your hand out, a ball of energy slamming into Strange, forcing him back into the cell. He huffed as he looked back over at you, muttering.

“I have a serious dislike for you.”

You shrugged, deepening your voice, mocking him.

“I have a serious dislike for you.’ Barf. Grow up Strange.”

“I will get that box, Stark.”

You shook your head, glaring at him.

“Not today you won’t.”

Strange shook his head, looking up at the ceiling before he disappeared. You dropped your hands, your powers fading as you looked back at MJ, shaking your head before you looked back at the cell. You made a face, looking between the cell and MJ.

“Did he just- I know he didn’t just go through the damn ceiling.”

“Oh, he did. Totally.”

You nodded at Max, huffing slightly.

“Okay then.”

“Mel-”

You turned, looking back at MJ.

“Peter!”

You nodded, flicking your hands out beside you.

“Right.”

You were just about to fly through the portal you’d made on the ceiling when there was a bright golden flash in front of you, MJ and Ned yelling your name as you fell down, cracking the floor as everything turned blurry before it all became dark. Ned made a face as he shook his head, looking over at MJ.

“Dude, what just happened?”

“Your wizard just whammied your witch.”

MJ glared at Max, causing him to lift his hands up in front of him as she knelt next to you, looking over at Ned.

“Help me move her.”

Ned nodded, walking towards you both.

“Yeah, right.”

They had just managed to pick you up when Peter appeared, causing Ned to jump, dropping you, MJ scrambling to catch your head before it hit the floor.

“Ned!”

He looked over at MJ, his eyes widening.

“Oh! Sorry!”

Peter made a face, gasping as he fell next to MJ, setting the box down next to him.

“What happened?”

“Your wizard whammied her.”

Peter shot a look over at Max, causing him to shrug.

“He did.”

“She was going after Dr. Strange and there was a bright flash and she was on the floor.”

MJ looked over at Peter, shaking her head.

“What happened with Dr. Strange?”

“Well, I uh-”

Peter lifted the ring he’d pocketed, holding it up between Mj and Ned.

“Stole his ring thing.”

“What?”

Peter nodded as Ned took the ring from him, looking it over.

“I was swinging through the city, and then I went though this massive mirror thing and then I was back.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s trapped, but I’m not sure for how long.”

“You could’ve just left us to die. Why didn’t you?”

MJ shook her head, looking over at Octavius.

“Because that’s not who he is.”

Peter stood up, walking towards the cells.

“I think I can help you guys. If I can fix what happened to you, then when you go back, things will be different and you might not die fighting Spiderman.”

“What do you mean, fix us?”

“Look, our technology is advanced-”

“I can help you.”

Osborn grinned as Peter looked over at him, nodding.

“You know, I’m something of a scientist myself. Octavius knows what I can do.”

Octavius scoffed, shaking his head.

“Fix? You mean like a dog? I refuse.”

“I can’t promise you guys anything, but at least this way, you actually get to go home and have a chance. A second chance. I mean, come on, isn’t that worth trying?”

“Trust me Peter, when you try to fix people, there are always consequences.”

Peter looked over at Connors, slightly shaking his head.

“I mean, you don’t have to come.”

He made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“I also didn’t know that you could talk.”

Connors shrugged, nodding slightly. 

“But if you stay here, you’re gonna have to deal with the wizard.”

“So we go along or we die. Not much of a choice, is it?”

“I just wanna go home.”

“Well, I myself don’t wanna be killed, especially by a guy dressed like dungeons and dragons, so what’s your plan?”

“I have it all under control.”

Peter turned, walking back towards MJ and Ned, whispering as he lifted the box.

“What are we gonna do about this thing?”

“Well, we need to find somewhere safe for it, right?”

“Yeah, yes, yes. You gotta take it.”

MJ shook her head, making a face.

“Wait, what?”

“If something bad happens, I’ll text you and then you just have to push this and then it’s all over, and they’ll all be gone.”

MJ looked down at you, carefully lowering your head to the floor before she stood, walking closer to Peter and Ned. 

“We’re going with you. We’re not gonna leave you.”

“You can’t come with me. It’s too dangerous. You guys have already done enough.”

“Peter, we’re in this together.”

Peter took a deep breath, nodding as he looked over at Ned.

“I know we’re in this together Ned, but I can’t do this if I know that you’re in danger, okay? So for me, MJ, please, just take this. Please.”

MJ glared slightly as she took the box, nodding.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

“But Peter, I swear, if I don’t hever form you, I’m pressing the button.”

“Sure, okay.”

MJ looked over at the cells, glaring as she lifted her finger.

“And I will do it!”

“Yeah, we all believe you Michelle.”

Connors shook his head, huffing.

“No way that’s his girlfriend. No way.”

Peter nodded, looking over at the cells.

“She’ll do it.”

“Absolutely she will.”

“What about the witch?”

Peter made a face, looking over at Max who pointed at where you laid.

“The witch.”

Peter shook his head, huffing slightly.

“She’s coming with us.”

“Why? What use is she to us?”

“YN is one of the smartest people in this world, and the most powerful.”

“She just got whammied by a dungeons and dragons cosplayer. I don’t think she’s all powerful.”

“She is.”

Peter turned back towards MJ and Ned, nodding.

“Go, I’ve got this.”

“See you later.”

“Be safe.”

“You too.”

Peter watched them walk out of the crypt, taking a deep breath before he turned back towards the cells.

“So uh, who’s coming with me?”

“Well, I’m in. But, if this goes sideways, I’m gonna fry you from the inside out.”

Peter nodded as he pulled his phone out, shooting off a quick text before he walked towards you, carefully picking you up.

“Let’s go.”

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“Is YN okay?”

“She will be.”

“Okay, good.”

Peter looked around as the multiverse men entered the apartment, slightly making a face as he counted heads.

“Where’s Connors?”

“He told me he wants to stay in the truck.”

“Okay.”

Peter walked into the apartment after May, careful not to hit your head as he kicked the door shut.

“Alarm systems, deactivated.”

“Hey May?”

May leaned closer to Peter, nodding.

“Yeah?”

“I feel kinda bad using Happy’s place like this.”

May scoffed, shaking her head.

“No, no, no. He’ll get over it. Consider it payback for tricking us into staying here instead of one of YN’s places.”

Peter grinned as he walked into the living room, moving towards the couch. May moved a pillow so it was laying down, holding your head steady as Peter lowered you onto the couch. 

“So this is your plan Peter? No lab, no facilities, just performing miracles in a condominium? What, you’re gonna cook up some churros, some frozen burritos in a microwave?”

Norman looked up from Dummy, nodding slightly.

“I could go for a burrito.”

Dr. Octavius scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“He’s gonna kill us all.”

“Well, let’s hope not. You’re up first, Doc.”

Peter tapped Octavius’ shoulder as he passed him, Octavius shaking his head.

“What? Hey, I told you. I don’t need fixing. Especially by a teenager using scraps from a bachelor’s junk drawer.”

“No, no, no.”

Max shook his head, walking after Peter.

“He’s got something back there. I can feel it. That weird energy.”

“What the hell is that?”

Peter looked over at Norman as he pressed the button, nodding.

“It’s a fabricator.”

The fabricator started to grow, Peter taking a step back.

“It can analyze, design, construct, basically anything.”

May tilted her head to the side, her eyes wide.

“I thought that was a tanning bed Happy broke.”

She looked over at Peter, grinning slightly.

“Wonder if YN knows he has that.”

Peter slightly made a face, cocking his head to the side, nodding.

“Well, I’d assume so.”

Max’s eyes flickered golden, muttering.

“Look at that.”

Octavius jumped when there was a crash, turning, seeing part of the machine through the wall, muttering.

“He’s gonna kill us all.”

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“Look at this place. And all the possibilities.”

“What? This condo?”

Max nodded, turning towards Flint.

“Yeah. Yeah, the condo. I love the whole overfloor plan.”

Max scoffed, shaking his head.

“No! No, man. I’m talking about the world. I kinda like who I am here. And all that power back there? I could be so much more. So why did you come here?”

“I have a daughter. And I wanna see her. But he’s not gonna send anyone home till he’s finished his little science project back there.”

“You trust him?”

Flint crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head.

“I don’t trust anyone. How’d you end up like that anyway?”

“The place I worked at, they were experimenting with electricity created by living organisms, and then I fell into a vat of electric eels.”

“You’re kidding. I fell into a supercollider.”

“Damn. Gotta be careful where you fall.”

“I got it!”

Peter slid to a stop, looking at May.

“I did it. Will you send him up?”

“Yup. Here we go.”

Peter ran up the stairs as May pressed the button on the tablet, lifting Octavius up into the air with the tentacles.

“Hold on, Doc.”

“All of these humiliations never cease.”

Peter grabbed Octavius’ head, pushing his head down so he could access his neck.

“You! Keep your science fair project away from me!”

“Hey, it will work. Have faith.”

“Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster.”

“Please stop. Hold still.”

“Don’t you dare. I swear, when I get out of this wicker, I’m gonna-”

He stopped talking, his head falling forward as the tentacles powered down.

“Doc? Doc? Doctor Octavius?”

He gasped, jerking too.

“It’s so quiet. Those voices, inside my head. I’d almost forgotten.”

“Otto.”

“Yes. Norman.”

Octavius was lowered to the ground, smiling.

“It’s me.”

Peter jumped down, landing in front of Dr. Octavius, smiling as Flint slightly nodded.

“Would you look at that.”

Peter returned acces of the tentacles to Octavius, one of the arms moving towards Peter’s chest, returning the nanos.

“I’m grateful, dear boy. Truly.”

“Yeah. You’re welcome.”

“How can I help?”

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Peter jerked, tensing as he set the tools he was using down, making a face as he stood, Octavius and Norman turning, looking over at him.

“Peter?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.”

Peter walked out of the room, Octavius and Norman following behind him.

“May?”

May walked down the stairs, looking over at Peter.

“What is it Peter?”

“What’s happening?”

Peter came to a stop, looking around the room. Max glared, huffing as Norman walked out from behind Octavius towards the window.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Peter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he threw his arm out, webbing Norman’s hand with the bomb, Norman smikring as he turned.

“That’s some neat trick. That sense of yours.”

“Norman?”

“Norman’s on sabbatical honey.”

Max made a face, stepping back.

“The hell?”

“Goblin.”

“No more darker half?”

May slowly backed into the other room, grabbing the remaining cures, stuffing them into a bag.

“Did you really think that I’d let that happen? That I’d let you take away my power just because you’re blind to what true power can bring you?”

“You don’t know me.”

“Don’t I? I saw how she trapped you. Fighting her holy moral mission. We don’t need you to save us. We don’t need to be fixed. These are not curses. They’re gifts.”

“Norman, no.”

“Quiet lap dog.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I watched you from deep behind Norman’s cowardly eyes. Struggling to have everything you want, while the world tries to make you choose. Gods don’t have to choose. We take.”

“May, run!”

May ran past Octavius and Peter, running to the door as Max yanked his cure off his chest, Norman breaking free from the webbing holding him. Max lifted his hand, electricity surging around his hand as he pulled the arc reactor from the fabricator, Peter leaning back before it could hit him. Norman punched Peter, causing him to hit the bottom of the staircase while Flint left.

“Oh my god. What have you done?”

Max looked down at the reactor, his electricity changing colors as the lights flickered. He turned towards Octavius, glaring at him.

“I liked you better before.”

He lifted his arm, hitting Octavius with a surge of power, pushing him through the window. Max walked towards the window, his powers surging as Flint created a sand storm, falling into the mix before he zapped away, Flint flying in the opposite direction.

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Your head felt stuffy as you slowly came to, blinking as you looked up at the ceiling. 

“What the hell?”

You groaned as you sat up, everything spinning for a few seconds. You looked around, slightly making a face. 

“What the hell am I doing in Happy’s apartment?”

You looked down when you saw a golden flicker, seeing sparks dancing between your fingers for a few seconds before it disappeared.

“What the hell?”

You shook your head as you looked around the apartment, getting a better look at the place, your eyes widening.

“Oh my god.”

You stood up, staggering for a second before you gained your footing, stepping over the debris, yelling.

“May! Peter!”

You checked the entire apartment for any sign of them, running out of the apartment, gasping.

“Oh god.”

The hall was just as worse as the inside, if not more. You walked further down the hall, stopping at the hole that stretched halfway to the end of the hall, looking down. The hole went down aat least two floors, causing you to wince as you looked for the door to the stairs, rolling your eyes. Of course the stairs had to be at the other end of the hall. You turned when you heard sirens, running to the window, looking down. News vans and cops littered the ground, your eyes widening.

“Shit.”

You turned, slightly shaking your head as you took a deep breath, running forward. You were about to jump when something slammed into you, causing you to groan as you landed on your back. You looked up, tensing.

“Lizard man.”

Hee smirked, his tongue slithering out as he tilted his head to the side.

“Connors.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Right, Connors. Apologies.”

He nodded, grinning.

“Now, where do you think you're going?”

You glanced around, trying to find a way out from under him.

“Anywhere but here.”

He nodded, leaning closer down to you.

“Peter, he needs your help. Too bad you can’t offer him that.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring up at him.

“Peter’s only trying to do the right thing. He’s trying to help you. All of you.”

“We’re not broken toys that need to be fixed.”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“You sure about that? Because you're a lizard when you should be a man.”

He huffed, glaring down at you.

“You’ll learn, just like Peter’ll learn.”

You growled, shaking your head as you lifted your leg, kicking him. His shock caused him to lean up, giving you enough space to crawl back away from him, turning and jumping to your feet, running towards the door that led to the stairwell.

“Not so fast.”

You gasped when something wrapped around your ankle, yanking you back. Your face slammed into the floor, your teeth grinding together as you were dragged down the hall. Connors picked you up by the back of your shirt, slamming you into the wall, the wall cracking around you as you groaned, something wet dripping from your hairline.

“You’re not going to be of much help.”

You flicked your hand out, gasping when he lifted you, tossing you down the hall. You stopped at the edge of the hole, your chest heaving as you looked down and then back at Connors. You tried using your powers again, making a face when nothing happened.

“Seriously?”

You looked back at Connors, watching as he started to make his way towards you. You tried again, huffing when you didn’t feel the familiar pull of your powers.

“Fucking Strange.”

Connors started to move faster, and you looked down at the hole, making a decision. With a gasp you fell backwards, falling into the hole just as Connors made a swipe at you. You groaned when you landed, shakingly getting onto your knees. Your head hurt, just like the rest of you did, but you pushed it to the side when you heard a crash, your eyes widening.

“Peter.”

You shakingly stood, wincing before you ran towards the end of the hall, pulling the door open. You glanced at the floor number, huffing.

“Of course it had to be at the top.”

You started to run down the stairs, tensing when you heard a crash, seeing Connors running after you.

“Seriously?”

You peeked over the railing, huffing slightly.

“Screw this.”

You jumped over the railing, falling a few floors before you reached out, grabbing onto the railing, slamming into the side, huffing. You groaned as you pulled yourself over the railing, falling onto the steps. You reached up, touching at the sore spot on your hand, your fingertips coated in your blood. You huffed, shaking your head.

“Fucking Strange.”

Not only did he take your powers, but he took your healing ability too? Low blow. Sparing a glance above you, you saw Connors still coming after you.

“Seriously? Asshole.”

You started running again, a slight limp to your step when you heard a crash, metal pieces falling next to you, causing you to move to the side when there was a growl. You looked up, jumping when you saw Connors grinning at you.

“I told you, you would learn.”

You went to jump over the railing again when his tail wrapped around your middle, swinging you back before he let you go, causing you to fly through the wall, groaning as you landed on a table, the table breaking under you. Pushing yourself up, you looked down at your arm, seeing the trail of blood.

“Fuck.”

Connors came rushing into the room, flicking his tail to the side as he looked down at you.

“Peter said you were the smartest person in the world. The most powerful. But you’re not. You’re weak.”

You looked around, reaching towards the vase, throwing it at Connor’s head, jumping up and running. He huffed a laugh as you ran out of the apartment, running down the hall.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Connors grabbed you, slamming you into the wall, your chest heaving as you looked up at him, his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing.

“Yo- you want to stay a lizard, I suggest you get out of here. This place is surrounded by cops. If they find you, I can promise you they will do whatever it takes to turn you back, humane or not.”

He growled, glancing out the window, looking at the flashing lights.

“I’m serious. They were willing to drug me just to get to Peter. What do you think they’ll do to you when they find out you’re not even from this universe? They’ll lock you up. Experiment on you. You’d get to learn what it’s like to be the experiment instead of the experimenter.”

He growled, his grip on your neck tightening for a second before he was letting you go, glaring as you dropped to the floor, heaving. You rubbed your neck, looking up at him.

“You should go. Now.”

He ran towards the end of the hall, jumping out of the window. You shook your head as you pulled yourself up, using the wall for support.

“Asshole.”

You ran back to the stairwell, checking the floor number, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw there were only two floors left.  Using the railing for support you ran down the last set of stairs, running out of the stairwell, your eyes widening. Peter was on the floor, Norman holding him up by his head as May faced them, holding a pipe in her hand. You ran towards them, screaming her name when you saw the glider appear behind her, slamming into her.

“May!”

“Peter, Peter, Peter.”

You ran to May, dropping to your knees beside her.

“May, May, hey, come on, wake up.”

She groaned, her eyes fluttering as she looked over at you.

“YN? You’re awake, that’s good.”

You huffed a laugh, nodding.

“Yeah, I’m gonna kick Strange’s ass when I see him again.”

She looked you over, slightly shaking her head as she reached up, running her fingers down the side of your face.

“You’re hurt.”

“No good deed goes unpunished.”

You shook your head, offering her a small smile.

“I’m fine.”

She nodded slightly, looking around.

“Whe- where’s Peter?”

She tried to sit up, causing you to shake your head as you stopped her, gently laying her back down.

“No, no, no. Don’t move.”

“Peter. You can thank me later.”

“He’s right over-”

You turned, looking over your shoulder.

“He’s right over-”

Your eyes widened when you saw Peter and Norman, gasping when Norman threw a bomb towards you.

“No!”

Peter jumped, his fingers skimming the bomb. You turned, throwing yourself over May, covering her body with yours as the bomb went off.

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[goldentemplariumcrow]

how do you need to be touched?

-> cautiously.

your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back... a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

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B, I, Q, and Y!

Fandom-Related Questions

B: A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.

//this question is hard to answer, apparently i'm usually the one making people change their mind on pairings, or i'm doing it to myself, i'm auto-persuading myself lol. but, the only example i have from recent stuff, it's amber and louis haha. i mean, yes, i never considered it but then interacting with your louis i was like "wait, they'd be so cute together" and then you said you didn't mind shipping them and i was like STRIKE??? does this count?

I: Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

//not just dumblr, but social medias in general, like tweeter and the like, because in the end, people as usually on more than one platforms and so the answer probably is yes. like back in the day i was part of the snk fandom and rpc and had the time of my life, then the new generations of fandom joined (i say this bc i'm old and saw some shit in my years in fandoms let me tell you, this is the worst period and generation so far fghgfdfgfd) and it became a real mess, so i left a lot of fandom rpc bc of the people behind it, trying to enjoy fancontent from afar, rarely joining them. genshin is a prime example of it too, i didn't even hold more than 6 months in it, it was Exhausting. i say i stopped liking the fandoms, but not the medias tho, i can still enjoy the genshin stuff i see from people i follow, i just don't seek it out by myself anymore! i almost did it for the FE fandom too but it's my main fandom, if i leave, i would have nothing left smh smh. in general, i just try my best to not get too close to the fandoms of the series i enjoy nowadays, contributing from time to time with a post or a fanart, or rping with friendos!

Q: A ship you’ve abandoned and why.

//i'm not going to tell which ship bc i don't want people on my back about it (you know randos haters who go in the tags just to find people to hate on LOL), but funny enough i didn't abandon it bc of the antis and haters, but because anytime i saw content for them it was always ns/fw and i was just Tired. i can only handle a bit of said content at a time, i got a overdose there (this isn't me saying you shouldn't do that kinda content if you like it, do whatever you want, be free!!!! it's just me not being able to deal with it orz), and they weren't even tagged or filtered like we can do on tweeter now. also i got tired of people always being at war over it lmao.

Y: A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.

//listen, sometimes i'm in the middle of watching/reading/playing something and i'm like "woah i'm so proud of myself, i'm not shipping anything there!" and the little yet was whispered just after bc like, 3 hours later i get a ship so i'm not going to tempt it there (bc i know i'll ship stuff bc of rp too, i have a really bad case of shipping curse).

[disasterlibrarian]

He's just going to climb up into Evy's lap while she's continuing to work wanting a bit of attention as he did so, plus she was the closest thing to a mother figure that he had all the way out here. "Night!"

Evy just smiled as the cub made himself comfortable in her lap. "Goodnight, Simba." The librarian hummed softly, sifting her fingers through his golden fur as she continued to write up index cards for the latest shipment of books with her dominant hand. She knew she shouldn't get attached, since she wasn't going to be able to keep him, but she couldn't help herself; he was such a precious little thing.

When her work for the day was finished, Evy gently bundled the sleeping cub into her handbag and looped the bag over her shoulder. If anyone discovered him in the library, it would be her job, so he would have to come home with her for now. As she stepped outside, she racked her brain for a way to explain the cub's presence to her brother.

[muhlti]

i’m really struggling with knowing if someone actually wants to plot with me or is just being nice

[oftenderweapons]

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (nicknamed Kitten)

Wordcount: 5k

Genre: smut, pwp, slightest angst, plenty of fluff, established relationship, idol!AU

Rating: 18+, minors scroll away.

Synopsis: Set after the events in Illicit Affairs | MYG, Kitten finds the courage to take that step that always makes her a bit uneasy. She finds out her brave decision was way more than worth it.

Warnings: angst in forms of them needing to part because of Yoongi's schedule, and Kitten's toxic ex, and Yoongi's shoulder (he's still injureed in this one). Swearing, very descriptive unprotected oral sex (female and male receiving) face riding, blindfold, sub!yoongi, breast worship (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), squirting, ofc cumeating, spitting kink (? i guess it's called snowballing technically).

Author's note: This was requested by @dani2008aguilar (tags arent working dumblr, fix that) so thank you Dani and another special mention goes to the wifey @joheunsaram who betaed this lovingly (and hornily LOL)

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There were many things you had chosen not to say.

First, that you were scared of Yoongi leaving so early in your attempt at a relationship.

Second, that a part of you still feared him finding someone better — more understanding, unproblematic, empathetic.

Third, that you wanted to hide in his bed and stay there, possibly forever, possibly with him.

For now, you were just lounging there, hair wet, body naked and wrapped in a towel.

He was currently in the bathroom, flossing and shaving. He was so neat. Such a maniacal perfectionist.

You snickered at the thought and stood, getting rid of your towel and putting on one of his t-shirts. The glass wall dividing the shower from the bedroom was largely appreciated by Yoongi at that moment. The design that had convinced him and Namjoon both to buy an apartment in that building was definitely worth the money.

Yoongi stared at your frame in one of his signature FG shirts, your breasts and curves making the hem hit a couple inches higher than his usual fit.

Once he entered the room, he laid down on his side of the bed, waiting for you to join. He looked adorable in his light, loose pajamas, so soft and blatantly expensive. It was one of the few items he was willing to spend good money on — with the exception of music equipment.

You found your place on the bed and snuggled up against him.

“Isn't it getting a bit too hot to sleep all cuddled up?”

You blinked at that and scooted away. It was confusing since he was the one who would always stick to you by morning come; still, you let it slide. It would be your last night together before his so-called “cramming-week” and he wanted space. So you gave it to him, no matter how disappointing it felt.

However, it was as if he could sense he had said something wrong. “Kitten?”

“Yes.”

He came closer, spooning you. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“Mh mh,” you confirmed drily.

His hand suddenly appearing around your waist almost disturbed you. “Kitten?”

You moved away to shut the light. Yoongi was confused.

“Love?”

“Let's sleep. It will be a long week.” You fluffed up your pillow and found your sleeping position.

On the opposite side of the bed, he switched on his light. “I won't be able to sleep until you tell me what happened.”

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“Why are you upset at me? Because of the cuddles? I was being sarcastic and we both know I wanted them!” he complained petulantly.

“Then don't make me feel like shit about them!” you snapped back almost loudly.

Yoongi froze a little at your remark. “I'm sorry about what I said, ____. I was teasing you but it's okay if you're not in the mood. I'd like some cuddles, please.”

You exhaled and opened your arms at him. He immediately threw himself at you, closing his eyes once he felt you starting to pet him affectionately. “I overreacted. The distance thing worries me.”

He nodded and kissed your chest. “I'm sorry I didn't get you. I should have asked.”

“There's also… something else, I guess…” you started vaguely.

“What is it?” He immediately sat up straight, cupping your cheek. “Are you okay? Is this okay? Are you—”

“Everything is fine,” you reassured him quickly. “It's just that there's something I've wanted to ask you the whole day and I kept telling myself I needed to find the right timing and I kept postponing and I feel like I have no time left now.”

“Kitten,” he cooed sympathetically, fondly.

“I want uh… I— Would you like, uhm… to go down on me?” you almost whispered, your words rushing out of your mouth.

He blinked a couple times. “You want it now?” He watched you blush and look away before gripping your chin and making you look at him. “Look at me and tell me if you want it now or not.” As you tried to avert your gaze, he moved like a snake to maintain eye contact.

“Yes, now,” you confirmed shyly.

He placed his lips on yours delicately, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheekbones. “I'm sorry I reacted that way. Did you feel like I was doing what your ex did?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him, secretly so grateful for his understanding. “I know you're not him, but sometimes I prefer not asking than being denied. And I don't want you to feel forced into saying yes.”

“Trust me, you don't need to convince me,” he started kissing down your jawline, reaching your ear and purring against it as he murmured, “I was born for this.”

You chuckled as your toes curled, his voice working its magic on you, as always. “I bet you are.”

“I can't wait to prove it to you.” He slotted his leg between yours, letting you grind against it as he dedicated some more attention to your neck and chest.

“Do you want me to take the shirt off?” you asked, lost in the feel of him so absorbed by your body.

“As long as you're comfy,” he replied tenderly, his fingers slipping the neckline to the side so he could nibble and suck at your collarbone. “We're just getting started.”

You snickered and threw your head back, giving him more of your naked skin. “What would you say if I asked for a blindfold?”

Yoongi slowed down and parted from you, his expression sultry as he looked into your eyes. “Won't that trigger you?”

You shook your head. “I want to focus on the feeling and… I mean, in the past, not looking helped my mind from wandering.”

With a kiss on your cheek, he rose and stretched to his drawer. “What's our safeword, Kitten?”

“Yellow to slow down, Red to stop. Green to go,” you replied diligently, watching him rummage into his drawer until a gummy smile accompanied him fishing out a black silk blindfold. “I use it for travelling.”

You snorted in a very unimpressed way. “Yeah, sure.”

His petty expression made you laugh as he arched an eyebrow and sat on his heels. “We both know you don't want me to edge you, right?”

His tone made your laugh freeze on your lips, your hands reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it off, trying to appease him with the sight of your naked chest. “Sorry,” you mumbled meekly.

He nodded to himself and climbed on top of you. “It's okay. We're good, baby. I just need you to remember you are the one who requested the blindfold, so you're in control of it, okay? You can wear it, take it off, burn it, I don't care. It's your own toy and you're in power. Okay?”

You nodded and settled down, propping yourself up.

“I know you've done this before and just avoided it with your ex, but if anything triggers you, you give me your safeword. You're in charge, yes? I am serving you,” Yoongi stated clearly. “You have all the power. To stop me, to order me around, to use me and move on me however you like.” His gaze was steady as he held your eyes with his. “I'm bottoming for you, are you alright with that?”

You didn't know it was actually contemplated in the picture. And the idea of Yoongi being so adamant in his will to submit was not only enlightening but also arousing. “I don't want to hurt you though.”

“I can set my boundaries. I'll use the safewords too if I need them.”

“Okay then,” you confirmed, trying to relax.

He laid on top of you, propped up on his elbows as he touched his lips to yours. “How are you feeling?” he asked, closing his eyes and feeling your skin with his face. The smoothness of your neck under his lips, the warmth of your chest against his cheek, the light sheen of perspiration between your breasts meeting the tip of his nose, his mouth, and the taste of your sweat on his tongue, salty, an anticipation of the flavour of your wetness.

And then the softness of your breast under his teeth, grazing your flesh before sinking in. And then the rough texture of your nipple.

“I'm doing perfect,” you breathed out, running your fingers through his hair. “You're so lovely, baby.”

Yoongi smiled and nuzzled up against your chest. “I know,” he teased before turning serious. “You make me like that,” he praised you before sucking your flesh into his mouth.

“You love sucking my boobs, don't you?”

He stayed attached to you and nodded. The motion made your insides clench. He released your skin with a pop, nuzzling it with his nose to dry it — but also to check that it bruised enough to stick around for a week, while he’s gone. And your blood vessels bloomed so close to the surface that not abusing them was a shame. He would have marked your whole body if he could have.

You enjoyed watching him for a minute before grabbing the blindfold and putting it on. You knew that not looking was in large part an excuse to experiment with him. You wanted the trust. And you wanted to feel him, only him. You would have plenty of time to watch him do that in the future. Right then you wanted to dive into sensations — focus on how different it feels rather than looks.

Something wet, soft, hot circled your belly button. His tongue. And then his teeth nibbled at it. You knew you had to be gooey between your legs. You felt the creamy wetness already.

Yoongi’s hands landed on the inside of your knees, spreading you wide.

Yoongi was never one to believe in the motto ‘the world is your oyster’. He preferred willing surrender rather than reckless exploitation.

But now, with your legs spread wide in front of him and that wet, salty scent filling his nostrils, with the way your breasts moved so blatantly in front of him rising and falling with deep breaths, your folds glistening as he parted them with his fingers, he found the small pearl between your legs. He had been offered an oyster, and he was ready to enjoy every single millimetre of it until you were begging for reprieve to gods unknown.

He grabbed two pillows from his side of the bed and slid an arm behind your lower back. “Lift your hips, please, love.”

You did as he asked, lowering yourself only to find out your hips were significantly raised now.

“This way my neck won’t cramp. It will feel good, I promise.” Yoongi’s words hit two inches shy of your mound, his hot breath fanning over your damp skin.

“Just lick me already,” you breathed out, only slightly exasperated.

He chuckled, tempting you. He brushed his lips against your labia. “What did you say, Kitten?”

You felt your cheeks heat up and your voice cracked a little as you complained — with way less outrage now — “Just lick me already.”

He laughed. And then he delivered.

His first lick was glorious, slow, torturing. He pushed his tongue into your entrance, then he slipped it out. And then he licked up.

It was heaven. And the moment he found your clit, you knew you had the longest night of your life right in front of you.

You mewled.

“Just like that, kitty cat,” he taunted you before his tongue turned serpentine, heading back down and drawing a series of tantalising curves with the very tip of it before delivering three short and dainty licks to your very clit — not the hood, not the sides —, each in a different direction.

He closed his mouth, rubbed his lips side to side against your core, covering his lower face in your juices.

“Any requests? Suggestions?” he murmured, stopping for half a second.

“Everything you did but more and harder,” you panted, gasping in disrespect as he grabbed your legs and spread you wider, turning ravenous over you, sucking your nectar out of you and spitting it over your folds. He was literally in heaven. He was feasting, his mind was hazy and his heart was beating old songs of desire and mirth. He watched your skin glisten, he heard it squelch and he tasted it as his spit and your wetness mixed up. It was so beautiful he closed his eyes and dove into it all. He didn’t care. He was just a man, and you were his object of worship.

He knew he would need hours to feel like he had done everything he could and finally give in to exhaustion. But he wasn’t anywhere close to even a mild tiresomeness, so he got into his rightful position and dug in.

You didn’t know what was happening. He had one thousand tongues. One thousand hands.

He touched everything, tickled every spot, licked every inch, turned you inside out. You weren’t sure you were still you by the time your first high came around.

You needed to clench around something but he refused to give you that, no matter how hard you begged, how much you promised, how desperately you bargained. He gave you ten percent of what a true orgasm would have been by denying you fullness.

You ended up sobbing, pushing, pulling, thrusting into him, wriggling like a feral beast underneath him, trying to escape him while he pinned you down with all the strength he had.

You could only feel tongues. Thousands of them.

And then, while oversensitivity possessed you, he had the brilliantly cruel idea of catching your clitoris in his mouth — and sucking. Hard.

Your hands flew to his hair, grabbing it, tugging at it — away — then pressing him back down when you found out that tightened his hold and made it all even more unbearable.

Yoongi had the vague impression you had to be screaming. He didn’t care. He heard a beeping sound in his ears — it usually meant the head was good. He didn’t have the heart to ask you; first, because he didn’t fish for compliments; second, because his mouth was too busy to talk and he was very happy with whatever it was doing at that moment.

He only stopped when you begged for a breath, which he conceded only because he was feeling a bit too breathless himself.

You tugged the blindfold off looking at him just in time to catch him wiping his face with his forearm.

“You’re fucking insane!” you exclaimed, slapping at his hand as he tried to bring it between your legs. “Gimme ten minutes or something!” you joked — while also being pretty serious.

He chuckled. “Feedback?”

You shook your head and threw it back on the pillow. “I’ll ask for this a lot. But you’d better slide those pretty fingers in next time or I swear I’ll never let you eat me out ever again.”

He kissed your belly. “I’ll slide my fingers in the day you’ll look me in the eye while you fuck my face.”

Your face boiled at the thought. It wasn’t ‘oral sex’, or ‘eating out’ or ‘going down’. It’s ‘fucking his face’, with all the rowdiness and dirtiness it entailed. It was feral and forbidden and so extremely naughty, with a pinch of vulgar and unspeakable.

You loved it.

“The blindfold stays off,” you announced, cosying up into your spot, fluffing the pillow behind your head. “I’m ready.”

He grinned. “You want to watch me, kitty cat?” That was his nickname. The one you used to tease him with. It wasn’t the usual ‘Kitten’ he used with you — he was taunting you.

“I want your prodigious fingers inside me, kitty cat.”

He showed you his gummy smile. “You’re a fast learner. Grab my head, I won’t be happy till I’m gasping for air.”

“You know a job well done,” you teased, cupping his crown and pushing him down, till his chin and lips and nose slid down your mound, rubbing against it in a way that made you shiver. “Just do it again but fuck me with your fingers this time.”

He lapped at your entrance three, four times, letting his drool slide all the way to his fingers — two awaiting just below your entrance. He realised he was rubbing himself against the sheets below him. He wanted a pillow.

He didn’t know how but you noticed and passed him one. Call it the perk of sleeping with too many pillows.

His situation fixed, he turned back to work. He was more than grateful to do so, his fingers inside you started rubbing that perfect spot, the one he had learnt so well with all the random fucking you had done in the last week or so. “Which kind of motion do you like?”

You stared at his face. His cheeks were adorably red, his hair curling at the tips with perspiration, and his eyes were so black, flooded with frenzy. “Try a few, I liked more than one.”

He nodded. “Stop me with the right one, okay? I want to please you, Kitten.”

You combed his hair back, trying to get the best view of his tongue lolling out and tentatively flicking it against your clit.

And there he was: the glorious Min Yoongi. Tongue out, bubblegum pink, eyes closed as he took a larger lick, slurping side to side slowly, voluptuously, sucking at the labia diving in to rub his nose to your folds, to smell you, taste you, feel you.

His fingers were relentless while his mouth assaulted your cunt, robbing it of every ounce of pleasure you could offer.

At some point you realised you were flexing your quads, trying to push into him, against him. He seemed to realise it as he took a pause, using his nose to nudge your clit as he spoke. “Fuck my face, Kitten. Just hold my fucking head and rub yourself over my face. I hold my tongue still and you slide on it.”

You tried to imagine it. “You put it inside and I like… in-out—”

“God no, babe.” He hardened his tongue and nodded, the tough muscle rubbing against you.

“Oh fucking— Goodness, yes!” you sobbed, feeling your orgasm crest over you.

He stopped moving once your body responded naturally, your hands grabbing his hair and tugging him into motion while your hips started to fuck up, against his awaiting tongue.

“Yoongs—” you gasped, your glutes flexing faster, till you felt your hips cramp.

You clamped them shut in response, Yoongi continuing unfazed as he recognised the crest of your climax before you started tumbling down the high at breakneck speed — the same speed at which you were pushing yourself against him.

Yoongi was positively surprised. He had been waiting to see you like this for so long, and now your tits were bouncing as you thrusted up, throwing yourself at him with all your might.

You were unbridled and beautiful and in that precise moment he felt like he was fully serving his duty.

He felt accomplished. The fact that he was also on the verge of his own orgasm was a minor inconvenience to him, one that he solved easily.

“Sit on my face,” he spoke once your clit was too sensitive and you forced him away — his fingers still ministering their attentive stroking against your walls, slow, deliciously so.

“Are you sure?”

“Just sit on my damn face, babe. I promise you’ll love it.” He kissed your belly, then looked at you.

You were sweaty, dishevelled, as if you’d ran a marathon in the middle of August. You didn’t look tired, though.

You were glowing and insatiable. “Okay. How?”

He wrapped his arms around your legs, his hands holding the small of your back. “Follow me,” he said before he rolled on his back and dragged you with him.

You huffed at the manoeuvre, using your hands to steady yourself once you found your hips straddling his face.

“Like this. Good Kitten.”

You chuckled, ready to find a remark when he decided to spread your labia with his thumbs and dig in once more.

“You’re hungry, uh?”

“You’d better remember your safeword because I won’t stop till I collapse.” He was rock hard. His pyjamas were stroking him just barely and he could still feel himself pulse. He hoped at some point he would be lucky enough for you to notice him, and kind enough to offer him relief.

You smiled. “Just this last one, okay? I need you alive and well so you can cram all week and I can fuck you dry next weekend.” You touched his hair. “Just for safety, pinch my leg twice if I’m hurting you, okay?”

He nodded meekly. “Okay.” He looked into your eyes. “I love you, Kitten.”

You licked your lips. You were somehow aware that what you felt for Yoongi couldn’t be just love. It had to be something stronger, something superior.

Or maybe no one had ever loved you before. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

All softness was gone after that. He ravished you once more, tapping his tongue three, four times against your nub before lashing it out, mercilessly.

And then he began to suck.

“God no…” You knew what was about to happen. It had never happened like this before though. Maybe it was because of his fingers hitting an unexpected nook. Maybe it was the combination of all the motions. Maybe the position. “I’m gonna—”

Yoongi was alert, but not worried. You would have already punched him in the face if anything was going wrong.

Instead you were moving faster, harder against him.

He was ecstatic.

He let it happen. He watched it happen.

One second he was sucking your clit, the next his entire face was drenched, covered in a transparent liquid without smell or taste.

It was the first time it ever happened to him — and he was fucking glad you were the first to ever reward his hard work like this.

Meanwhile, you were lost someplace between heaven and hell, your confusion long abandoned as you simply basked in the moment.

Min Yoongi had just made you squirt all over his face and chest and he was basking in it like a gladiator in his crowd’s cheers.

You had screamed his name too, most definitely causing misery to all your neighbours, but you were too high to care.

When you came back, Yoongi was still slowly, diligently licking you, this time with tenderness and dedication. If you had fucked his face before, now he was making out with your cunt, with tender kisses and fond caresses of his tongue.

“Quite a show, my love,” he murmured.

He had loved watching your breasts bounce, your head thrown back, your thighs wiggling at the way you were riding him. And your face — sweet mercy, your face…

He was lost in you.

“The neighbours are gonna hate me.”

Yoongi chuckled and shrugged. “They’ll simply be jealous of not having you as theirs.” He helped you lay back on the covers.

“Fuck, look at this mess—” you fussed immediately, noticing the wetness on the grey covers.

“I’ll deal with that. You go clean up,” he said, drying his face with the sheets before turning towards you, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.

You frowned at how impersonal it felt, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer before planting your lips on his, pushing your tongue to his mouth until he opened it, allowing you to slide into the cave where he was still treasuring the taste of you.

And then you felt it, his crotch against your hip. “I’m gonna blow you,” you whispered, more as a declaration than a request.

He whined, but still he rolled onto his back, fixing his arms behind his head, getting comfortable. “It’ll be the easiest orgasm you’ve claimed from me.”

You giggled and settled between his legs, rolling down his bottoms and underwear just enough to free his dick. “Damn, you’re delicious,” you murmured, staring at him, tracing the pulsating vein crawling up his length.

He hissed and thrusted up.

You wasted no time: you swallowed half of him and grabbed the rest with your hand, drooling aplenty to get some lubrication in your palm.

Three strokes and his hips started gyrating, the salty, bitter flavour of him already hitting your tongue.

“I fucking love you, Kitten,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “I fucking love your sweet cunt on my face and your sweet throat around my cock.” You bobbed your head on him even more enthusiastically. “I love every damn thing about you, baby.”

He was so far gone and you were so helplessly proud of it.

He spilled inside you in a minute, and you took him diligently, not wasting a drop of him.

His orgasm was endless and he was wrecked by the time it ended, oversensitivity making him hiss and fuss.

You simply smeared the last bubble of cum he had to offer and headed back up, at his side.

As he stared into your eyes, his eyelids lowering sultrily into exhaustion, you pressed your dirty fingers to his lower lip, tracing it enticingly before he parted his lips.

Tentatively, letting him understand what was happening, you rolled on top of him, only a couple inches separating your lips from his.

You got closer.

One inch.

Half.

You opened your mouth, letting a lazy dribble of pleasure roll down your tongue and fall into his awaiting one.

He purred at the gesture, showing you how he swallowed it before he arched up, and wrapped his lips around your tongue, sucking it into his mouth.

It became one more sloppy make out session, where he managed to earn out one more lazy, weak climax as he rubbed himself against your hip.

And then you found yourself laying side by side in the disastrous aftermath of an exceedingly sloppy, wet session of oral sex.

Not even in your worst night you had managed to make half the mess you were seeing in that moment.

“We need to shower. Again,” you commented, Yoongi peacefully kissing your chest while he breathed in and out, his eyes closed.

“Just a minute,” he debated before hearing you dissent.

“Come on, kitty cat. You can nap on the tiddies later. Let’s go shower.”

“I want cuddles,” he spoke through a pout.

That made your heart melt. “I’ll cuddle you in the shower.”

“Can we take a bath instead?”

You chuckled. “We can take a bath, baby.” You kissed the top of his head. You had no idea who was the messier between the two of you at the moment. You only knew it was your turn to take care of your kitty cat tonight.

You managed to slide out of bed and get Yoongi’s favourite bath bomb in the tub while some warm water was running. You almost had to princess-carry him to the bathroom, his face nuzzled into your neck while you managed to make him waddle there as he hugged you.

Then he fussed some more when you had to leave him in the tub alone to change the sheets — thanking the waterproof mattress cover while you changed every single item of bedding, frowning at the three out of six pillows that needed to be washed.

It took you maybe ten minutes before you were back in the bathroom, spooning Yoongi in the tub, rubbing his shoulder and neck.

“I want to meet your physiotherapist,” you murmured. “I want to learn how to soothe your shoulder and back muscles. Your neck too. You spend too much time hunched over your desk.”

He nodded absentmindedly. “You don’t need to baby me because of the shoulder.”

“I know.” You proved your point by pressing two specific points at the base of his neck, causing him to groan in pleasure and relief. “This is why I want to learn.”

Yoongi chuckled. “I’ll arrange a meeting.”

He leaned back into your chest, turning his face to the side and rubbing the tip of his nose against your neck. “I like when you take care of me when I’m tired.”

You smiled. He was the one who babied you when you were tired, spoiling you rotten. It was only natural for you to return the favour just as ardently. “I do, too.” You also loved babying him when he was vulnerable and lovely and exhausted.

“I love you a lot. I want to wear my heart on my sleeve for you.”

You felt your eyes water a little. How had someone so delicate and strong and committed ended up in your life? How was he so perfect, so made for you?

“And I’ll protect it from anyone who wants to hurt you.” It was a pact. He would be open to you, and you would never hurt all the gentle, tender sides he showed you, all his unshielded softnesses. “Allow me to protect you,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his temple. “I know I’m difficult, and unfriendly and rough—”

“You’re not. You’re tough and loyal and determined. And you’re so, so loved for it.” You naturally found his hands, speaking that language he knew so well. You wrapped your arms around him. Kissed his forehead. “You’re so, so loved too, Yoongi.”

You felt him relax in your embrace. “I like it when you hold my hands.”

For the first time in years, you felt it.

Peace.

“I like it too.”

[chaosdmagicks]

RULES.

one.   selective and private.

this means i will not follow everyone back.     if i don’t see us interacting,  i won’t follow back.     and if we haven’t interacted within around two weeks of following each other,  then i most likely will unfollow.     i like having my dash clean.     i’m also mutuals - only,  which means that all open starters and starter calls are for mutuals only,  as well as memes.

two.   following back.

i won’t follow back if you:   post hateful content aka anything homophobic,  transphobic,  racist etc.     i also won’t follow if you post too much ooc.     from time to time is okay,  i do it,  too,  but not when ooc > ic.     i also won’t follow any 13 reasons why blogs,  multis with muses are okay,  but i will probably block your tags for the characters.     and same goes for any descendant muses.

three.   memes.

never shy away from sending them in.     whether we’ve roleplayed for years now,  or if we’re new mutuals.     also,  it’s okay to send in as many as you please.     i might not answer all,  but the more you send,  the bigger chances of me actually answering anything,  tbh.     i no longer put a lot of priority to memes,  though.     they get done slowly,  and not at all in any order,  so keep that in mind. 

four.   triggers.

i don’t personally have any triggers that need tagging.     if anything comes up,  will definitely let everyone know,  but as of now,  i’m good with anything.     however,  if you need any tagging,  just let me know.      i do read everyone’s rules,  but after a time i forget,  i’m only human.     so if i forget to tag something,  just shoot me a message and i will do better in the future.     i want you all to enjoy dumblr.

five.   shipping.

i like shipping.     i like it a lot.     however,  i do want to focus on other ships on this blog:   platonic,  familiar,  enemies,  frenemies,  role-models,  etc.     plus,  wanda isn't exactly the easiest character to ship with, especially in her current storyline which i am more prone to exploring. however, nothing is off the table, i do also roleplay wanda as a closeted pansexual.

six.   pre-plotting.

this blog is mainly plotting - based.     i do enjoy threads which have been at least slightly thought-out and when i have some kind of path to guide me.     this doesn’t mean i won’t do random threads,  but it does mean those will be most likely quickly dropped and i won’t be telling you about it.

seven. mcu vs 616.

as mentioned in my pinned, my wanda is mcu-based. i have not had the privilege of reading the comics yet, but i amd hoping that will be changing soon. with that said, i am more than happy to do comic based threads. any comic based threads, as long as you're okay with me coming at you with 28643247 questions to make sure i'm not messing anything up (i will also happily read up about it prior to writing).

eight.   nsfw.

this blog will contain a lot of nsfw content.     that includes sexual,  gore,  violence and language.     the gorier the better for me,  sorry but not at all.     and i do write smut,  which i’m also not at all sorry for.     i enjoy it.     there might be sexual graphics here etc too,  so if that’s not something you enjoy on your dash,  you shouldn’t follow me.      however,  everything will be tagged accordingly.

nine.   mun.

hello,  i go by tosia.     she/her,  of age.     english is not my first language,  but i do live in the uk.     love quoting vine ad tiktok.     hmu if you’re on gae witch kinktok pls.     i’m very easily approachable,  honestly.     never fear of contacting me,  just keep in mind that should we hit off,  i will not leave u alone,  lol.