#I suddenly have a very strong urge to slap him

[rainbow-beanie]

I really gotta wonder what Simon was thinking when he first thought of trying to summon globetty into ooo, like did he have some other kind of summoning thing planned where he separates Betty from glob? And what would he have done if he was successful? Cause if y’all remember, glob had originally tried to kill everyone in ooo, and nothing anyone tried ever hurt him. Except for the song of harmony. But I’m not sure something like that would actually kill it.

What I’m thinking is that Simon was only thinking of one thing at a time, cause if he actually succeeding in freeing Betty, I don’t think he’d know what to do after the fact. Did he know he was technically committing a war crime?

[avocado-writing]

I'd like to think that Logan is the best weather detector. His bones are bow metal he just feels when it's about to rain or snow, whenever the fronts change.

“It’s gonna rain.”

“What?” you ask, glancing up from your phone where you’ve been googling the best places to grab dinner. Logan stares at the sky, nostrils flaring just a bit, scenting the air like he’s an animal. 

It’s really cute. You have to resist the urge to boop his nose. You don’t imagine he’d be too thrilled at that, though, so you remain strong. 

“I can tell,” he mutters. Looking up, the sky seems bright and clear.

“Are you sure?”

“Never wrong about this stuff, bub. I can feel it in my bones.”

He says it with such seriousness that you can’t help but laugh. He turns to you and cocks an eyebrow, and you attempt to swallow your reaction. God, he’s so sexy, you don’t know how you can stand it. 

“Okay, well, weather-boy, I’m not too worried. You still wanna go out and eat or what?”

“Sure,” he says in that slightly smug manner where he knows he’ll win out in the end. 

Two and a half hours later, well-fed and slightly wine drunk, you’re standing in the doorway of the restaurant, watching the downpour as you unsuccessfully try to hail a taxi. 

“Don’t say a word, Howlett,” you harrumph, but his self-satisfied grin is worth a thousand of them.  God, it makes you want to slap it off his face. You never would, of course… that is unless he asked you to very nicely. 

“Doesn’t look like any of those cabs are stopping,” he remarks, with an exaggerated sigh designed to annoy you. It’s no use. Looks like they’re all taken up by people who also fell foul of the weather… but they didn’t have their own personal forecast machine to warn them against being outside in the first place. 

You shiver. You wish you’d taken a coat. You feel really damn stupid right now, and it makes you ache a bit that Logan has to witness it. 

Suddenly you’re aware of a heavy warmth around your shoulders. You look up to where Logan’s taken off his leather jacket and wrapped it around you; it smells of cigar smoke and pine, and you bury yourself into it, enjoying the feeling of being totally engulfed in him. 

“Thanks,” you mutter shyly. The smile he gives you this time is sincere and affectionate. 

“C’mon, we’ll walk. It’s not that far back.”

“But you’ll get wet…!” you protest, feebly. Logan turns back to you and you take him in properly, all 6’2” of him in his jeans and far too tight white t-shirt.  Suddenly the image of him absolutely drenched appears in your mind like it was snipped from your dirtiest dream. The way the cotton would cling to his chest, leaving nothing to the imagination…

“Oh no, I’m sure you’d hate that,” he says with a smirk, as if he’s read your thoughts. He holds out a hand to you and you take it eagerly, giggling as he drags you into the rain. 

[sashi-ya]

𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑱𝑼 𝑺𝑬𝑿 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑺 𓇢𓆸 kaiju no 8 "sex pollen" hc ⟢ soshiro, kafka & reno

tw: mdni. sex pollen: "funghi type" kaiju reproductive spores and how they affect the guys. explicit scenes of sexual nature. based on a mini fic I wrote -never posted, will someday- of soshiro and reader being affected by such spores.

We often think of Kaiju as violent and dangerous creatures; some are big, other not so much, but all of them are -usually- taken as a threat for human kind. However, not every Kaiju known to mankind is exactly the type to be feared. Or maybe, actually, yes… “These are Fungi type” Okonogi says. “Ah- like the ones we killed back in Sagamihara, right?” Soshiro asks, absolutely unaware of the rare threat he was about to face. “Not really, fuku-taichou…” she murmurs, fixing her glasses, worried…

𝐒𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

He wore a mask but forgot that, even if every Kaiju had been already subjugated, his suit was still covered in those sexual spores. The fact that he kills by slicing them in various pieces, made him specially full of them.

Soshiro doesn’t really need a sex pollen to fuck you hard, that’s why the effects were -at first- difficult for him to control. “I don’t feel well…” he whispered to himself, feeling his body covered in sweat and the image of your body taking over every corner of his imagination. He felt like his palms were itchy, needy to squeeze your breasts, your ass, your thighs.

His tongue felt the pain of his sharpened fangs; he had to bite it while he came back to the base. Metallic taste of a little drop of blood filled his mouth the moment he saw you standing there, waiting for him, worried.

“Come here, I’m desperate to fuck you… please” he begged, whispering on your ear with his hands around your waist. Soshiro gave 0 fucks about the rest, nobody cared anyway.

Couldn’t wait much longer; he pushed you into a bathroom stall. Sat on the toilet, snatched you from your waist, pulled down your pants and lifted up your leg. A bite on your inner thigh, leaving a mark that will take some time to heal. His tongue on your sex. Up and down, sucking, slurping, tasting… devouring. Even if he is an oral sex god, this time felt like he was even better. Soshiro forgot to breathe, and from time to time you urged him to stop to get some oxygen.

Enough with the oral, Soshiro needed release; he couldn’t even stand up, his dick was freed for you to bounce -moved by his strong arms- up and down. The slap and the juices that dampened his pants and belly, felt for him like a true blessing. Those Kaiju wanted us to reproduce as well…

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀

My man here knew about the spores, however he felt asleep right before reading that the effects included a desire to “reproduce”. Probably due to his Kaiju nature the effects kicked a little later than the rest; he was still sitting in complete peace -actually fantasizing with him being the one saving the day- as he looked through the van’s window.

Sitting by his side, you were sleeping the way back… however, your dreams were suddenly interrupted by someone pulling on your arm.

“Mmhwhat?”. “I need… I- help-“ Kafka murmured, desperate. It seems to you he was having a “Kaiju emergency” and nobody, still, could know he was one. Quickly you eased the sleep away and began assessing him in silence to know what was happening. Yet, you noticed nothing.

Kafka opened his turquoise eyes as big as plates; and instead of explaining he snatched your hand and took it to his crotch. It was hard, harder than ever before. It felt almost like a rock, like a pulsating, throbbing, pleading and suffering rock.

“The spores… I am dying… I’m scared of transforming” he cried, almost inaudibly.

If he is transforming, it’s over. He is dying? Then let’s save his life… you took your jacket off and threw it, in complete silence, over his crotch. It was a blessing that you two sat at the very back of the van. Everybody, tired -and probably some affected by the spores- were completely unaware of the rest. And that, also, become an advantage for your intrepid hand as it slid inside the pants of your kaiju hybrid “friend”.

You knew exactly how to help him, ups and downs, playful taps and circles with your palm on top of his gland. Oh, poor Kafka, he fought back the urge to turn into a Kaiju and eat you alive… And you thought staining his pants with pure sticky whiteness was enough? Wait until you get to the base…

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎

The calmer of them all; mature, silent, hiding sweaty trembling hands. As one of the younger, he was able to conceal his growing appetite; at least until getting to the base. Reno became silent, trying to focus the mess on his head and the hardness inside his pants at bay. However, your beauty brought detrimental consequences to that state of pure meditation.

“Why are you running around in such revealing clothes?” he asked, looking and sounding almost mad. You stopped running; he didn’t seem to notice the towel hanging from your arm, but only the short shorts and gym bra you were wearing.

“I forgot my towel, I’m gonna shower” you explained, noticing the way he seemed to transform into something similar to a feral, hungry beast.

Reno pounced into you, pinning you against the wall of that empty hall that lead to a lively bathroom. “You were going to…” he whispered, with pale lips pressed against your neck. Reno inhaled your scent, he seemed to enjoy the perfume of your unwashed, sweaty skin. His fingers knew exactly where your core was, his teeth carved marks on your neck, his sex felt hard on your belly… that night, shower had to wait… because the more he sniffled on your flesh, the more he sucked in those kaiju spores.

[whalesforhands]

singe the tales i (satosugu x reader)

adventuring is never what it seemed to be, not when your companions are the loopy sort.

happy october! note that there will be VERY HEAVY references/inspirations from baldur’s gate 3/terraria, some anime (goblin slayer, grimgar of fantasy and ash) throughout this story, haha

warnings: fantasy au, slightly suggestive, depictions and a bit graphic descriptions of gore

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gojo - a nobleman sorcerer from a lineage of great honour and power. an outstanding, exceptionally strong one who preceded even the most gifted of his ancestors. unafraid to get up close and personal with enemies and allies alike despite his role in the party, truly void of any fear. you wonder if he notices all the little stolen glances from you at that pretty face of his whenever he unties his bandages…

geto - summoner of sorts… a druid? necromancer? dragon— tamer? just what is he? and how is he summoning these things?regardless, all beasts, exotic creatures and even humans alike flock to him, appearing with a snap of his fingers. sly, charming and an overall magnet for trouble that begets your curiosity.

ieiri - a mysterious sorceress who seems to be lacking in terms of raw power. could you even call her a sorceress at this rate…? despite the lack of magical attacks, her healing powers and knowledge of medicine are undeniable, despite being no cleric. why does she— have such a strange allure? your eyes can’t help but stray to her whenever she enters the guild.

you - the guild receptionist who does their best. with this specific outpost quite frankly being in the middle of nowhere, you were trained in minor restoration spells, a few of the more unconventional magic tricks, and have exceptional prowess in protection spells.

——

“Little receptionist!!!” The bustling of the small guild hall rings a pleasant chirp through your ears, yet you’re still able to pick up the overly excited greetings to you.

“Oh, welcome ba-CK!” You choke when you catch a whiff of the spine-crawling odour, disgust and distaste heavy on your tongue. Rotting flesh and spoiled milk, the scent trailed heavily into the small guild hall, surrounding beginner adventurers unable to handle it, hands slapped over their mouths as they ran out, fighting the urge to throw up.

Slathered in blood and dripping with the stench of decaying entrails, the trio strolled in. Shoko is looking a little less for wear, face deadpan and quite frankly offended as she watched the already empty guild practically become void of people. Remnants of dried blood, bits of organs sticking to her cloak, her hood over her head to hide the shame of looking like this.

Satoru looks far more… Put together, if you could call it that. Not clean, not an inch at all. His stark white hair has been stained with coagulated bits of red, his face having a streak of dried blood just under one of his eyes, gloves dripping a fresher red as it gripped onto the sack he was holding onto. His armor was… practically non-existent, hanging on by a thread with his exposed undershirt revealed the torn up cloth, the lack of cuts despite the tears certainly of Shoko’s magic.

He practically perks up, his excited demeanor growing even more restless when he realizes he had correctly guessed that it was in fact you manning the front desk, nearly tripping over himself to reach you as he left his teammates behind.

“One gnoll packlord head; delivered!” He’s sending you a two-fingered salute, the bloodied sack starting to seep onto the counter as viscous blood made its presence known, bag tied crudely to outline the beheaded canine. His face ushered a cute blush, awaiting your praise as he watched your lovely face, awaiting that pretty smile and fond eyes that upturn at the sight of—

“And we managed to wipe out the entirety of the pack.” Suguru’s quiet voice draws your attention towards him, noticing his presence as he appears suddenly, his hair in slight disarray from his usual bun, sticky blood on his worn out, once pristine clothing which had been torn through to reveal disintegrating chainmail underneath. “I hope we managed to do it to the quest’s details.”

(And hopefully, to yours as well. Are you happy they managed to help get rid of knolls for you, on a quest you personally offered them? Gods, it felt amazing to be someone you relied on.)

“I-I appreciate your timely completion of my quest, but—“ You nearly want to hurl at the mere smell as the last of the few adventurers ran off, desperate to escape this overwhelming stench as your professionalism fought to surface. “Please wash up now…!”

(“So? So?! Do you like it’s head? I cut it off myself!” If Gojo Satoru had a tail, it’d be wagging uncontrollably in front of you. His sparkling eyes from behind those bandages of his can almost be seen from how excited he was.

He could’ve just cut off one of its ears as proof… But they really went beyond what was needed to bring you this decapitated head.

“Thank you.” The smile on your face is absolutely radiant as you look towards the three, the twitch of your nose and the scrunch of your face held back through pure dedication. “I really—“ The air tastes absolutely putrid. “Cannot thank you all enough!”)

——

“Help a girl out, won’t you?” Shoko twirls a strand of her hair with dismissive motions, the tobacco pipe held between her fingers waiting to be set alight as she eyes you, concentrating on the way your hair swayed with every light movement.

“Of course, Miss Ieiri. But I really am not a big fan of you smoking…” She’s leaning in close, the soft fragrance of her bergamot scented wash wafting near just as your fingertip alights with a small flame, a small pout on her lips when you pull away, eyes returning back to your work as she leaned over the counter. “It’s bad for your health.”

“It’s only for a little while.” Her cheeks puff slightly, like a child getting lectured. Don’t be too disappointed in me.”

Her playful tone causes your lips to quirk up in fondness. “Of course not, Miss Ieiri. But please do put it out after a while.” You suppose she deserves it, after her tough mission.

“Ieiri this, Ieiri that… Have you taken a liking to my last name, perhaps?” She ends with chuckle as you pause in your administrations, looking up from the tangerine you were peeling for her.

“It is quite a pretty last name, Miss Ieiri. However, it is proper protocol to maintain my professionalism, after all.” A practiced saccharine smile and a polite tone. Just part of the job to you, or is it?

(You wouldn’t exactly be peeling fruits for just any adventurer, right?)

She laughs at your overtly rehearsed, stiff tone. “Lighten up a little. I’ve already told you.” A smile is upon her face as she takes another breath from the pipe, the smoke swirling about her in an alluring whiff. “Shoko is perfectly fine.”

“Well then—“ Your bashful face is a surprise, a very welcome one to her as your eyes shift about nervously, the creeps of a hot blush upon your cheeks, a hand placed upon your face as if to slow the heat of embarrassment. “If you don’t mind, Sho—“

It’s hard to remember, that in this small guild, where hardly any adventurers drop by, calls for a lack of traffic even by your own coworkers who inadvertently take too long of a break.

“Ahhhh! (name)!” The embarrassed cry of one of them doesn’t escape you with the loud whine reverberating throughout the wooden halls. “How could you not tell me the Gojo Satoru was back?!” The older elf cried, skin burning up as she hurriedly fixed her uniform, adjusting her beret before her hands latched onto your shoulders, shaking you about as you catch the falling fruit before it gets pummeled onto the ground.

“Hi, Miss Ieiri!” Her greeting to the girl is short-lived as she moves to hold both of her hands in yours, frazzled gaze speeding to meet your own. “(name), I’m begging you!”

“Please, please!! Take over my shift! I want to go see him!” She’s hurriedly, and very suddenly dabbing on a red far too mature for her complexion, dabbing powder onto her skin as she fixes herself, cosmetic products strewn all over your once near desk, her hands combing through her locks as Shoko puts out her pipe.

“Sylrel, you look perfectly gorgeous as always.” You’re shaking your head as you take in the sight of the pretty elven maiden, patting down the beret on her head and adjusting her brooch. “I’m sure he would think so too.”

“But he doesn’t!” She’s whining as Shoko opens her mouth, letting you plop a slice of the sweet fruit in as she chews delightedly.

“Do me another favour and find him, pleaseeeeee?!”

(“So do I take your shift first or—“

“Find him, please! Or— Wait, stall him! I can’t have him find me whilst I look like this!”

Shoko misses the tangerine slice you were about to feed her when you pull away to watch your coworker, a pout on her lips as a small glare is directed towards you. As if awaiting your attention to be directed back to her.

“Oh, sorry Shoko.” You hurriedly press the fruit back against her lips. “Just… How do I even stall him…?”

(You’re finally using her name. She’s satisfied.)

Shoko doesn’t even hesitate to answer through her chews. “All you have to do is talk to him, really.” Her elbow is propped up onto the counter as she holds her chin, a smirk on her lips as she licked up the remnants of the sweet fruit.

“I’m serious.”)

——

“Oh, Mister Geto.” You greet the half-naked sorcerer, fresh out of the shower as a smaller towel is sat upon his head, long hair hanging over his shoulders as your eyes start to falter at the sight of the extremely attractive man before you out of politeness, dressed down in clothing far more relaxed to suit his mood, his pants hanging low on his hips. His arm cages you in further into the corner as you’re trapped between the wall and his frame.

(You didn’t expect to be in this situation at all. But… He is just Geto Suguru, the humble gentleman of an adventurer.)

“Did you enjoy your shower?” Your smile is as polite as ever, sweet and oh, so clueless. Even daringly helping to pat the towel down onto the wet locks of his hair.

It makes him kind of mad, really.

“You know…” He trails off, large hand coming up to tuck a strand of your hair back, his palm brushing against the soft skin of your face, watching as you blink up at him in confusion, tilting your head into his hand and letting him hold your face.

He clicks his tongue.

“It’s good that you’re so clueless at times.” But it gets on his nerves. So frustratingly, adorably hard to resist. Perhaps you need a lesson?

He leans down to your ear, lightly blowing to tease you as he watches you squirm, your body lightly jumping as your hand hurriedly rushes up to cup your ear. Just what is he doing?

You hear him chuckle, a pat descending onto your head and displacing your beret as you allow him to do so.

“It’s cute.” You’re cute.

“Thank… you?” You’re still smiling as you try to put your thoughts together. Was there a bug by your ear? Lint in your hair? Oh, whatever. “Would you mind having dinner together with the rest of your party?”

His chuckle is hearty. “And when have I ever turned down an offer from a beautiful being such as yourself?” He’s letting your warmth linger on his skin before he begrudgingly forces himself to pull away, watching as your hands slowly reached up to fix his hair, tucking wet strands away to reveal his face as you stare head on into his eyes.

“I’m happy to hear that, then.”

And he’s happy to see that smile on your face.

(“Ah, Sylrel was looking for Mister Gojo. Where is he? Still showering?” Just as he opens his mouth to answer you, a shout sounds out from the showers.

“SU. GU. RU!” Angry yells akin to a chihuahua’s bark echo from the ajar door. “I’M USING YOUR SOAP!”)

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Notes:

A sorcerer differs from a wizard. A sorcerer is someone whose affinity for magic is innate, whilst wizards study magic in order to wield it, much like a learned skill.

Geto and Gojo are nowhere near in a romantic relationship together. (Yet.) Their relationship is described as a ‘love-hate rivalry’ more than anything. Their inability to cooperate together has costed them several quests.

Your feelings towards the SSS trio? You care about them. They helped you plenty of times ever since you got this job recently. You really appreciate it.

Sylrel. A high elf that adopted you and raised you as her own. Basically the closest thing you have to a mother figure.

*Gnolls. Born from the gluttony of bloated hyenas feasting on human remains, emerging from their four-legged cages of flesh and lesser being, bursting out as a human-hyena hybrid that walks on two legs all whilst maintaining low intelligence, predominantly canine features and a never ending hunger.

nvy’s aftertalk:

hi guys i’m addicted to baldur’s gate 3 haha. i don’t think i can ever write modern aus properly or at all after playing that game. writing this made me realize how much of a stupid geek i am

do u like this series 👉👈, if u don’t it’s fine (i will cry if u don’t)

[frostedfaves]

I Know Best

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You decide to misbehave at the same time Wanda's home is threatened and she's pissed about it. (rewrite of WandaVision, episode 5)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mean mommy Wanda (but soft later), dom/sub dynamics, smut: punishment by overstimulation (and crying as a result), wanda uses her powers for evil 🤭, fingering

A/N: so not following the decades thing entirely because Wanda looks the same as she did in present day but she does change into her Scarlet Witch fit when she feels threatened 👀 anyway enjoy!

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It wasn’t often that you went against Wanda’s rules.

You very well knew the consequences of doing so, and truthfully you’d gotten so used to her loving guidance and control of things that you wouldn’t dare go back. That control extended to how and when you touched yourself, which happened to be the very rule you’re breaking now.

You were watching a movie on Netflix that wasn’t in English, but you weren’t paying much attention to the subtitles anyway when the two women appeared on screen, hands all over each other. It reminded you of many passion filled nights with your love, and it was that reminder that caused your mind (and hands) to wander.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The voice comes from behind the couch where you currently have your fingers tucked in your underwear beneath a blanket. Without giving you a chance to answer, the blanket is lifted and your hand is ripped away from your body entirely with your wrist in Wanda’s unrelenting grip.

“I left you alone for an hour. If you need something, you ask me,” she practically growls in your ear, chuckling when she notices you’re shaking. “Oh darling, don’t get scared now. You know better and I know best.”

Before she can say anything else, you both hear what sounds like a plane coming in from outside, which instantly makes her stand up fully and rush to the door. She warns you to stay inside and magically locks the door behind herself as she exits. You rush to the peephole just in time to catch her taking down a drone, grabbing it from the ground and flying off toward the edge of town.

“Is this yours?” Wanda challenged as she tossed the drone toward Hayward, nearly taking him down in the process.

“The missile was just a precaution. You can hardly blame us, Wanda.”

“Oh I think I can,” she replies, a crimson color building in the center of her eyes. “This will be your only warning. Stay out of my home. You don’t bother me, and I don’t bother you.”

“I wish it could be that simple. You’ve taken an entire town hostage.”

Wanda decides to humor the agents by going back and forth with them despite being pissed beyond belief that she was interrupted, even allowing Monica to talk about being an ally before turning them all against each other and making her escape. Despite making her way back into town, her protective attire doesn’t change back to the comfy cleaning clothes she left in. It sticks to her like the anger from any kind of intrusion to her new home and your sudden disobedience all in the same minute.

“Wanda, what was that?” you immediately question when she opens the door, standing up and immediately feeling the urge to sit down again when you make eye contact. “Mommy?”

Wanda doesn’t answer you as she approaches but instead starts ripping your clothing from your body, waiting until you’re fully exposed to push you back down onto the couch. She forces your legs open as wide as they can go, not even smiling this time when she notices your shaking underneath her.

“You want to cum so bad that you couldn’t wait to ask? Fine. Let’s make you cum, slut.”

She delivers a loud slap to your exposed pussy that draws an embarrassed whimper from you, even more so when you realize just how turned on this encounter has made you despite everything. You know she’s well aware of this when she suddenly plunges two fingers inside of you quite easily, but you don’t expect the red mist surrounding her hand and the strong vibration that follows.

“What’s the matter?” Wanda questions with false sympathy as she watches you toss your head back against the couch. “Can’t take Mommy’s fingers suddenly?”

“I can t-take it,” you mumble between gasps and moans.

“Say that again?” 

“I said–ah!” 

You cry out again as she firmly places her free hand over your clit, more red mist and vibration now surrounding the entire area. You’re bucking your hips and clenching muscles, having barely enough time to even ask to cum this time before you reach your peak. You expect her to stop then, but she keeps everything going without letting up even as you try to squirm away from her.

“No, don’t fucking fight it now. You wanted this.”

She uses her elbows to force your legs back open as they threaten to box her in, and it seems that she only strengthens the vibration each time your body jerks away until you finally give up and take it all.

“Mommy please,” you beg however many orgasms later, coughing hard suddenly while tears continuously stream from the corner of your eyes and down past your ears.

“Had enough?” Wanda questions unnecessarily while subtly lowering the strength of the vibration, taking a bit of pity on you despite the way she enjoys your clenching walls around her fingers.

“Mm.”

“Use your words!” she threatens while bringing the vibration up and you let out a surprised squeak.

“Yes, Mommy! I’ve had enough!”

“Good girl.” 

The vibration declines steadily as the red mist fades, but the aftershocks are very much present even as Wanda calmly pulls out of you. Her fingers slide into your mouth and you clean them with as little effort as possible, not even flinching when she pulls you further onto the damp spot underneath you on the couch.

“What will you do next time you want to touch?”

“Ask Mommy,” you reply drowsily, feeling pleased when she places a hand on either side of your jaw and kisses your forehead. “Thank you, Mommy.”

“You’re welcome, angel. Come on, you know what we have to do.”

Wanda rises to her feet first and attempts to bring you up with her, although it takes much more effort than either of you expected. Soft laughter is passed between you until you finally complete the task, and she leads you over to the downstairs bathroom before carefully lowering you onto the toilet. When you open your eyes again, she’s in front of you with a cup of water, gently coaxing you to drink.

Once you’re cleaned up, tucked into bed with your favorite sleep show playing quietly and passed out, Wanda makes her way back to the living room. She cleans up the couch and straightens a few more things before locking up her home and heading over to her closest neighbor.

“Hello again, Agnes,” Wanda greets her glassy-eyed companion with a knowing smile. “I’m going to need your help with something.”

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FEELING UP ON ME!

SYNOPSIS…uzui just loves looking at you all the time, touching you, holding you, he always has to be around you. and with you just walking around in his sweater and your underwear, he definitely can’t pry his eyes away from you

WARNINGS…uzui tengen x chubby fem!reader, modern!au, uzui is very touchy and clingy, he’s also a horny little bastard, mating press, breeding, not proofread

OTHER…if you enjoyed make sure to like and reblog

Today was the day to finish up some chores around the house. You had been lazy all week while Uzui went out to work, but you finally got yourself up to to do some work. Uzui on the other hand, sat on the couch watching his favorite show, legs spread and eyes hung low. His hair was tied back into a messy bun, fringe falling against his forehead. He wore grey sweatpants and no shirt, a combo he’d often wear when he was home, finally able to wear something comfortable.

You, on the other hand, wore a big t-shirt, one of your favorite hoodies, and some underwear. This wasn’t the first time you wore something like this, and being married to Uzui for five years now, it was no surprise what you wore around the house when you felt like it. But each time, Uzui would always react the same. A smirk on his face, hands feeling up on you, squeezing at your flesh and kissing it. He just can’t get enough of you. He was a clingy bastard. You wonder why you never learned your lesson.

“Hey, you done with this bag of chips?” You asked, holding a trash bag in your hand. You were cleaning up the living room now, trying to start with the small things first before you moved on to the bigger things like vacuuming. Uzui glanced at you, “mhm.” He gave a simple nod, adjusting in his seat. Crumpling up the bag, you tossed it into the trash. As you turned away, Uzui took a good look at you. His eyes landed on your plush thighs first, a smirk forming on his face.

“Tengen,” you groaned, “you gotta start picking your shit up off of the floor!” Rolling your eyes, you picked up another empty bag of chips off of the floor, bending down in front of your husband. Uzui found himself biting his lip. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, getting a perfect view of your ass. Can’t forgot the way your pussy was only covered by a thin piece of fabric. He was resisting the urge to devour you right then and there.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He apologized, though he barely meant it. “Yeah, yeah, sure you are.” You mumbled, turning back around to head towards the kitchen. Brows furrowed as Uzui suddenly flinched, looking away from you. Uzui gulped, clearing his throat. He just wanted to grab and feel you, but he knew you were busy cleaning. But god, you looked like heaven. “You were staring weren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I was.” He rightfully admitted, no shame. “Perv.” You teased him before continuing your tasks around the house. As you tried to step away from your husband, you could feel hands around your waist, pulling you back until you fell onto your husbands lap. “Tengen, don’t start with this! You know I have to clean!” You whined, throwing down the garbage bag. “Just five minutes. I wanna hold you.” His hands wandered your skin, rubbing and squeezing at it. “Bullshit. It always leads to something more.”

He hummed in response, getting a handful of your ass. “Tengen!” You slapped his arm, trying to push him off of you. “I need to finish cleaning or it’s not gonna get done!” You argued with him. But, your strength compared to your husbands was no match. His strong, muscular arms wrapped around your body, holding you close to him. “Five minutes. Promise. You’re just so soft. Did you get some new lotion? You smell good.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he whispered in your ear.

“Uh-uh. Do not try and butter me up. I know you all too well.” You shook your head, trying to resist your husband’s flirtatious attempts. He completely ignored you. “You’re so warm too,” he placed a kiss on your jaw. “And are these new panties?” His fingers traced over the fabric on your hips. “They’re cute.” He kissed your jaw again. “Tengen! I’m gonna kill you!” A laugh erupted from your chest. His lips planted small kisses from your jaw down to your neck while his hands continued to caress your legs. “Five minutes.” You sternly agreed, finally giving in like you always do.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Uzui kissed down your neck, hands still roaming over your skin. A small huff left his lips as you tried to focus on the tv in front of you. You knew he was trying to get you riled up within the five minutes he had you in his grasp. His large calloused hands squeezed the flesh of your ass again causing you to snap your head towards him, “Tengen.” You warned your husband. “What did I do? Can I not touch my beautiful wife?” He asked, innocently. Rolling your eyes at him, you let him carry on with his wants and needs. Everything was going smoothly, surprisingly. Sure, he was kissing and touching up on you like a starved man, but he hasn’t tried anything outrageous like he usually does.

Maybe he finally decided to listen? Though, you were quite disappointed if you were being completely honest. His hands feeling you and lips kissing you made you just a little needy. It’s Uzui Tengen. Who wouldn’t be a little needy for your husband? “All done?” You clear your throat, looking at him. Your fingers ran through his long white hair, adjusting the fly aways poking up from his head. “Mhm.” He nodded. Something in the back of your head felt like that was a big fat lie. “Okay…” Letting out a sigh, you got up from your husbands lap, bending down in front of him to pick up the trash bag you had dropped earlier.

Tengen nearly choked on his own spit seeing the small wet spot on your panties. “Fuck.” Tengen whispered to himself. “What?” You turned around, brows furrowed. His eyes quickly shot up to yours, “nothing.” He shook his head. Slowly turning back around, you began to walk away before being tugged back by the hem of your underwear. You fell back onto your husbands lap, this time feeling how hard he was. “Tengen!” You shouted at him.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just have to, you look so good.” He pushed you on the couch, heavy breaths leaving his chest. Within one swift swoop, he ripped your panties off, discarding the torn fabric to the carpeted floor of the living room. You have long forgotten about cleaning now, the garbage bag now back on the floor next to your panties. With how feral your husband was acting, you wanted to feel him too. His hands quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, his dick springing free. “Drive me fucking crazy. You know that?” He pushed your legs back so far they touched your chest.

He mounted you, pressed his body weight against you before you could feel him split you open with his cock, a drawn out groan falling from his lips, “ohh shit.” He sighed, pushing every inch into you slowly. A gasp left your body, feeling your husband push inside of you, stretching you out. “Tengen!” You squealed, hands pressing to his chest. “Shhh, I know.” Tengen pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. His hips began slowly moving, dragging his cock along your gummy walls.

His movements became faster, slamming his hips into you faster. Your body was pressed against the couch, your husband using his sheer strength to hold you down. “Shit! You’re so deep!” Your brows furrowed in pleasure as you stared up at Tengen. His hands gripped the back of your knees, holding them down while he continued to abuse your slick cunt. Surely you two were going to ruin the couch after this. The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the once peaceful little living room, mixing in with the sound of you and Tengen’s moans.

“Pussy feels so good.” He mumbled, breathing heavily as he stared down where the two of you met, watching how your pussy just gripped his dick. Your gushy walls sucked him back in with each thrust, wanting to keep him inside of you. You could feel every inch of him with how relentless he was being. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whimpered uncontrollably, clawing at your husbands chest. Pleasure was coursing through you, your skin felt like it was on fire. With one last grunt, Tengen slowed down his thrusts, his ruby red eyes meeting yours.

The sudden change of pace was a surprise to you, but it still felt good with the way he was slowly pushing his hips into yours, hitting that one spot you loved so much. “I know I was being rough. I’m sorry, baby,” Tengen softly whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You forgive me right?” As he finished speaking he hit that one spot which caused you to moan. He was so intoxicating. The way he spoke to you, touched you, fucked you, loved you, everything was addictive.

“Y-you said five minutes.” You managed to speak, a small gasp leaving your body as he pushed into you again. Tengen chuckled deeply, “you know I can’t resist you. Never. I’m sorry.” He let out a blissful sigh, feeling your pussy tighten around him at his words. Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as you try to hold back your moans and whimpers. “I forgive you.” You whisper.

He lifts his head to look at you, “you forgive me?” He asks, halting his movements. It allowed you time to catch your breath, looking at your husbands lustful eyes and smile. With a nod you answer his question. You could feel him throbbing inside of you, driving you insane. “Good.” He lowers his head, his lips connecting with yours. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip before meeting yours.

Moving his hips again, he starts going at a faster pace than before. You were right there on the edge, focusing on the way he made you feel. “Yes! Just like that, Tengen!” You moan loudly, head thrown back into the couch cushions. He smirked down at you as he watched your eyes roll back from the pleasure. He could feel your pussy tighten around him, he knew you were close. That only fueled him more, he was dying to see you cream around his cock and to feel your pussy flutter around him.

Tengen kept slamming his cock into your sore pussy. “Shit, this pussy is gonna make me cum. Oh fuck!” Tengen moaned, panting heavily. Just hearing him say that sent you over the edge, the pleasure building up, that familiar pressure in your core. “I’m cumming!” You cried out, your legs beginning to shake. “Fuck, fuck!” Your toes curled as you felt your release, your husband fucking you through your orgasm.

“Good girl, just cum around my cock. Just like that.” Tengen encouraged you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. His grip on you never faltered as he chased his own orgasm. Seeing your cum at the base of his cock and to hear your moans was making him go crazy. Your legs were still twitching, and if it wasn’t for him holding them up, they would’ve dropped by now. “Just hold on a little longer for me.” He placed a kiss on your jaw, his nails now leaving crescent marks in your skin.

His thrusts became more sloppy by the second. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Gonna breed this pretty pussy. It’s all for you…all for fucking you.” Tengen moaned, sucking in one last breath before he pushed into you deeper, thick ropes of cum filling your pussy. “Oh my god.” You gasped at the feeling. “Fuck.” Tengen grunted, slowly pulling out of you. The couch was definitely ruined.

His cum spilled out of your pussy as soon as he sat up. “I knew this was going to happen.” You chuckled to yourself, staring up at your husband, legs still spread for him to enjoy the show. “I couldn’t help myself. I was trying so hard, but you looked too good.” Tengen was still trying to catch his breath, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. You laughed to yourself, your husband smiling down at you.

“Well, I could definitely go for a shower now.” You sighed as your husband helped you sit up. “I agree.” His finger hooked under your chin as he brought your lips to his, kissing you over and over. His free hand rested on your lower back, the other cupping your ass while you two made out. Tengen hugged you closer, your chests pressing up against one another’s.

He pulled away from the kiss, “come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

[daddy-eggman]

Vector was actually the first guy I ever paired Eggman with forever ago. I like to think about of Vector finding another way for Eggman to repay him when he didn't get his money for helping him out in Heroes

When Vector chases Eggman down and finally gets his hands on him, he aggressively slams him against the wall and lifts him up off the ground with impressively fierce strength. He certainly takes him by surprise and intimidates him as he doesn't know what he's going to do to him if he doesn't get what he wants. But his heart isn't just racing from the shock as he feels rush of excitement because he has a big thing for strong guys, especially if they can lift him up. Vector's muscle and big broad chest has him feeling strange feelings.

And because of Vector's long snout, they accidentally brush lips when the big crocodile attempts to lean in close as a scare tactic. But Eggman is just sweating and blushing like mad at being so intimately close and Vector's low growly rough tone as he demands the money from him flusters him further. He finds himself asking if there are other ways to repay him. He thinks to himself "Wtf am I saying, who knows what he'll request?" for a moment when he blurts it out but if it saves him he'll do whatever it takes.

Vector takes him by surprise with how suddenly his hands move lower and he grabs and squeezes his ass through his bodysuit when he says that. He had to admit that while he was chasing him down, his eyes were often on his butt. It was hard not to look when his skin tight bodysuit accentuated the roundness so well, and the way his fat cheeks bounced as he ran. As soon as Eggman made the suggestion, he gave in to temptation and took the opportunity to grab those thick cheeks in his big hands.

Eggman gasps at the feeling and gives him innocent pleading eyes and says he'll do anything he wants if it means he spares him. He proves it when Vector leans in and starts kissing him while squeezing his ass and grinding against his belly, still holding him up against the wall. The wall is pressed against his back while his hard cock is pressed against his belly. Eggman hasn't looked down to see it yet with his eyes closed as he kisses back to please him but it feels huge pushed to his belly and it makes him feel both nervous and excited.

Vector then orders him to get down on his hands and knees and Eggman drops to the floor and immediately obeys, in a begging position with his hands clasped together but a grimace on his face that says he's embarrassed and not thrilled about it. Vector grips his cock and starts jerking it while looking down on him and licking his lips with a smug smile on his face. He may not have his money but finally having him on his knees at his mercy is satisfying and arousing and doing whatever he wants with his body will do pretty good for now.

Eggman is alarmed by the size, it's huge! He worries what he might ask him to do with it and if it might break him. He winces just at the impact of him slapping his fat cock onto his face, it feels so hot, thick, and heavy and has a great scent. When he demands for him to suck, he looks like he wants to object but his life is supposed to be on the line here. So he obeys and starts to lick it but very slowly and not very confidently. Vector tells him to pick up the pace and show more enthusiasm and he drags his tongue along it in bigger strokes.

Vector then urges him to put it in his mouth by rubbing the tip against his soft lips and smearing precum onto them, which Eggman also doesn't look very happy about. But he gives in and opens his mouth as wide as he can for him because he has to. It's an even more difficult fit than he thought it would be as his mouth is already so full and stretched before he even gets half of it inside! That makes him nervous because he's not even sure if he can get a satisfying enough amount inside at all but Vector keeps trying to push for it.

At first he gags hard when it touches his throat but Vector grabs his head and forces him to keep it there. He grabs hold of his cock and hopes his hand will do for the rest because he really doesn't think he can fit any more in. He starts to lick and suck and has a frown on his face with his cheeks hot and Vector tells him to lose that look and lighten up. Eggman's expression softens, Vector removes his glasses to see his pretty blue eyes and likes the sweet pleading look on his face that he replaces it with as he looks up at him

Eggman cutely sucks his cock despite being intimidated by his size, he forces it all in and makes him learn to take it. He loves seeing him struggle to take him, how tight it feels despite his wide mouth and deep throat, and how wet and sloppy his tongue is. Saliva drips down his cock and he heavily soaks it and sucks and slurps hard and Vector starts to slide in further with the jerking of his hips. Eggman gags a few more times when he hits the very back of big deep throat but he's easing it in further like he desires.

He grabs his head and pushes him down onto it to make him take the rest. It feels so good being buried deep inside his throat and he won't let him go as he grips his head tighter and keeps him there. Eggman knows he can't refuse and he can't pull away so he keeps going and sucking obediently while he keeps lightly thrusting into his mouth until he's used to it and no longer gags. Towards the end, Vector swears he can hear him softly moaning in between loud slurps, almost like he's enjoying it.

He unexpectedly takes his cock out and cums all over his face with big thick spurts so he has to close an eye and it's so sticky and messy and drips down his face. He goes right back to wincing and grimacing with a "Heeey!!!" and is shocked when Vector suddenly snaps a photo of him with cum all over his face on his phone. He says he needs something of value to take away from this if he can't have his money, so he deserves some free photos from him. Eggman huffs and accepts it but begs him not to send it to anyone.

Vector announces that they're only just getting started and moves his attention to his butt while he's still on his hands and knees. Eggman isn't happy about him ripping through his bodysuit to do it but again he has to go along with everything he wants. It's clear that he's fascinated with how big, round, plush and soft his ass is. He gives it little smacks and likes watching it wobble and suddenly delivers a few huge slaps. He enjoys the gasps that turn into sounds of pain that Eggman makes from the impact and then the sting.

He then squeezes his sore red cheeks hard and pulls them apart to see his cute puckered hole, he puts his fingers on it and stretches it open and is excited by the thought of his cock pushing through it and forcing it to stretch out much more. But first his big long wet tongue comes out to lick it, it's so huge that he's able to lick the entirety of his crack to his taint. It's so overwhelming and intense that it shocks and stuns Eggman to have all the sensitive parts soaked and stimulated at once, it gets him weak in the knees and aching for more.

When Vector starts rimming his hole with his big hot sloppy tongue and kissing it passionately, Eggman moans uncontrollably. Especially when he pushes it inside, he lets out cute high pitched whines as he's never felt a tongue so deep inside him. Vector tries to get as close as he can to his ass with his big long snout so he really has to unhinge his jaw. It's very dangerous for Eggman's ass to be between a crocodile's wide open jaw but what should be a place of fear is bringing him so much pleasure he can't pull away.

His ass crack is absolutely soaked when Vector finally pulls away. He now feels he's ready for him to take his cock. Eggman is nervous when Vector nestles his huge cock between his cheeks and prods his hole with the tip. He gasps in surprise just at him pushing his large tip inside. When he slowly fills his ass, he feels like he's splitting open and a deep groan slips from his mouth. It's so long and thick. He feels so stuffed so fast and he's still pushing more in. Vector grins, it feels so tight and sucks him in, he loves watching it swallow his cock.

Eggman has the idea of closing his eyes, gritting his teeth and just waiting until it's over and he's gotten some form of pay that satisfies him enough to back off for a while. But he ends up enjoying it a lot more than he was expecting and wants to admit. Soft moans keep escaping him while Vector gropes and fucks him, pumping in and out of him slowly and steadily and teasing his prostate. It feels so sensual and pleasurable he can't help it, it just feels too good! "Sooo full... Ahh, so good..." He groans as Vector pushes in deeper every few thrusts.

He eventually begs him to go deeper and fuck him harder and he doesn't believe he's just saying this to please him alone, he sounds way too into it. It really feeds Vector's ego for an older man like Eggman who usually seems so dominant with a desire to have all control and be on top, submit himself like this and beg for more. Finally Vector's entire cock enters him with every thrust, so deep that there's a bulge in Eggman's belly and his cock is rock hard and dribbling precum now. He loves being filled and stretched so much he can hardly stand it.

He can't stop moaning and whining louder as soon as Vector really starts pounding his ass. His hole is so stretched wide and his cheeks are spread apart by his girth, he's so stuffed full with his length that there's a bulge in his belly, being pushed beyond the limit is mind numbing bliss. It feels so good for his own drooling cock to slap against his belly with each thrust and how Vector squeezes and smacks his fat jiggly butt while he's hitting his prostate just right, it's an overload of pleasure and he can't hide his pleased sighs of delight.

"Man, I never would've expected you to be such a slut!" Vector grins as he turns the man into a weak drooly mess on his cock. Eggman can't even argue, he feels like such a dirty whore, giving himself to a strong young man like Vector. But he loves how his huge thick cock spreads his cheeks and stretches his hole, his strong arms pin him down and hold him firmly with his weight as he fills him up deep and fucks his ass hard and fast. The hard slamming of his cock, his plump fat ass jiggling thickly, his big balls shaking, his own cock hard and leaking.

When he cums he shoots his load so far to the feeling of Vector exploding inside him and filling him up with cum, so deep it fills his belly and makes it bigger, even after a lot gushes out of his gaping hole when Vector pulls out. "You're gonna be my toy for a while, so you're gonna do everything I say. Got it?" Vector says as he admires the view and gives his ass one more smack. "Yes, of course!" Eggman can't hide his smile. "Just... don't show anyone else these photos." He sighs when he hears the camera snap a shot of his ass leaking cum.

He feels like such a whore walking away with his belly and ass full of cum but later on he jerks off as he replays it over and over in his mind and has wet dreams about it. Initially he was planning on tricking Vector into thinking this was going to be a one time thing where he wouldn't really follow up on his promise but he really craves it. It's not like he has a choice anyway, as Vector finds him to tell him that they're going to go on a fun little date. Eggman is genuinely excited for it, especially when he thinks about what it's certainly doing to lead to.

They get a little bit of food and ice cream and go for a walk in a quiet place where nobody can see them and have a few drinks. They have quite a lot of fun and find themselves kissing and getting excited at the end. They almost start doing it there and then as temptation leads them but neither want to get caught with each other like this, so they head to Eggman's base. They're tipsy when and tumble into his bedroom. "What are we going to do?" Eggman asks. They sit on the bed and Vector pulls Eggman in to start kissing him.

Eggman is pleasantly surprised for them to get so intimate but melts into the wet sloppy kisses with his long crocodile snout and big tongue. He feels like he should be disgusted by all the saliva their tongues are connected by when he pulls away but it feels so good. Especially when Vector is grabbing and squeezing his ass tightly during it. Vector removes Eggman's glasses so he can see his pretty blue eyes and unzips his bodysuit. When he's naked, Vector lays back stroking his hard dribbling cock, winks and says "You know what to do."

Eggman doesn't need to be told twice, he's been so excited for this. He leans down and starts kissing and sucking his cock obediently. He takes his huge cock in his cheek then takes it deep down his throat, slobbers all over it and moans of delight can be heard in the back of his throat. When Vector forces his head down even further on it, he keeps sucking despite his gagging and gulps down the hot thick bursts of cum like a good boy. He teases him for the way Eggman's own cock is throbbing just from sucking his, he's clearly loving this.

Not too long later when he's recharged and ready to go again as a much younger more active man, he flips him over and fills his ass again, something he'd been craving ever since the second it first left his hole. Eggman's face is in the pillows and he pushes his face into it to muffle his moans at first but Vector tells him to stop hiding it. He then enjoys the sound of his deep moans as he slowly fucks him so deep until he spills on the sheets and Vector cums all over his fat ass cheeks. He feels like such a slut covered in slobber and cum but it feels great.

Eggman surprises himself with how much he got into it the next day but it wasn't just because he was tipsy because he finds himself getting horny and jerking off, imagining his mouth and ass being filled by it again. Whenever they're apart, he craves it so badly. Vector can tell he's enjoying this way too much too as the next time they meet up, Eggman gets to the point of begging on his knees, bending over and begging for his hole to be used. "You're getting eager!" He smirks as it's quite obvious that he's not only doing this for him.

Because of his enthusiasm, he starts asking him to do more by getting him to shake his ass and entertain him before he gives him what he clearly so badly wants. He pretends he doesn't realize Eggman is genuinely enjoying all this because it is funny for him to think he's good at hiding it. But his joy as he grins so wide and giggles as he bends over and shakes his fat ass for him is clearly no act. He lets Vector record him then backs up to him and shakes it on him, enjoying how he feels him grow harder under him. He feels so naughty but it's so fun!

Then he sits down on it and sighs in delight as it enters his hole again like he's been waiting for. He's so happy to feel it slowly sink deep inside him again where it belongs. Once he's completely lowered onto it, he can't hold back from riding it as hard and fast as he can handle. Vector thrusts up into him and he cries out so loud from how hard and deep it is with his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he drools over him. He loves bouncing on it so much! Vector loves how he can't hide his reactions from him this way and how he cums so hard it squirts onto his face.

He becomes totally addicted to the feeling of Vector holding him down in a vice grip and mounting him, his large hands squeezing him all over, his balls slapping his ass and cock buried so deep inside. His gaping hole needs to be filled by his cock and cum. He's also become very enthusiastic about sucking him off, kissing and nuzzling into his cock and balls, rubbing his face into them and inhaling his manly scent, and sucking so deeply and passionately. It's a challenge to swallow his cum as it dribbles out of his mouth but licks it up.

Unless Vector wants him to make a mess because he really likes making it messy and treating him like such a whore too. He grabs his head and fucks his throat deep so his saliva soaks his cock and drops from it and onto the floor and then finishes on his face and over his open mouth. He sticks his tongue out eagerly for it and enjoys spilling his cum out of his mouth all over his cock. Sometimes he'll even lap it back up after and Vector will tease him and say "You're so dirty, you love the taste of my cum don't you?" Eggman blushes but can't deny it.

When Vector tells Eggman to arch his back more, put his hips into it and fuck himself on his cock harder he will obey and love it. When he rides him, he pushes down on him as far and hard as he can and when Vector thrusts up into him, his mind goes blank, he drools all over him and moans loudly uncontrollably and can't stop bouncing on it. When they make out, they end up grinding their cocks against each other and frotting. Eggman rubs his butt against Vector until he gets hard when they're cuddling and spooning. He can't get enough.

Eventually Vector wants to get him to finally admit the truth. He says "Come on, you're clearly not just doing this for me at this point. You really love my cock." Eggman attempts to weakly deny this but Vector isn't having it this time. "Then why do you get so hard when I do this, huh?" He starts kissing and groping him again, then flips him around, bends him over, unzips his bodysuit and rubs his tip around the rim of his asshole. "Go on, admit it." Eggman gasps and sighs "Fuck, don't do this to me." He groans, grits his teeth, and sucks in a deep breath.

"Say it." Vector demands. Eggman's hard cock hanging down and the drops of precum on the floor don't lie, he's never fooling him. "Alright fine, yes I love it! I need it inside me! Are you happy now?" He blushes and pouts as he finally admits it. It was obvious all along but it's satisfying to finally hear him say it. A big smile spreads across Vector's face, he finally stops teasing him and pushes his cock into his hole, which further proves it when Eggman moans and immediately grinds into his cock like the good eager slutty toy he's become for him.

He told Vector he'd pay him handsomely for his work so it's going to take a while to repay him! It's a good thing they're both having such a great time with it!

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

(*Smashes through the door* I have finished the thing

I did lose steam part of the way through, so the ending is a little tepid, but I think it's still cute, hehe

Basically, this is 'Pep experiences fireworks for the first time and it is not fun'

Content warnings for: Depiction of a panic attack, self-harm (unintentional but still), descriptions of body horror, (sorta) flashback to war, an implied gun, and Peppino says fuck

Okay enjoy! (1,403 words under dere!!!)

It was busy.

Busier than usual.

Unusual for a Tuesday, but Pep didn't mind. He was more than happy to create and share his pizzas with others. But all the extra business aside, something else was unusual today, and Pep could not stop tasting it.

There was a constant saltiness to Peppino, most likely due to how much the man sweat, but the ever-growing pungency of raw onions and black pepper began to give his doppelgänger cause for concern. Was it just the amount of people visiting today? Was something going to happen? Pep did not know, but the thoughts caused his own anxieties to start bubbling in his chest. He chose not to ask, instead continuing on with helping Peppino close up shop for the evening.

The sky was very pretty at this time. Oranges, pinks and purples, as the sun said goodbye for today. Pep liked to watch the colours shift and change into deeper blues and indigos, but it didn't feel right today. He lifted his head from his arms, parts of where his chin and forearms began to merge getting pulled apart, and looked at the door of Peppino's room. It was made quite clear early on not to disturb him when the door was closed, and Pep respected his space, despite the gnawing urge to knock on his door. The clone gave a quiet huff, again noting the taste of pepper and onions, and… Something bitter…? Oh, cilantro… Yuck. Pep hadn't figured out what that taste was for Peppino yet, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant one. His eyes rolled in their sockets for a moment, trying to recall memories of cilantro. He thought back to just a few hours ago - Peppino did seem hesitant to say goodbye to Gustavo and Brick… Was it something to do with them?

Pep didn't have much time to ponder, as a shrill sound pierced through his thoughts, shattering them with a BANG. He was suddenly on high alert, skin inhumanely stretched up into points along his back and shoulders. There was another screeeeeech, and a BANG. His chest heaved as simulated breath grew tight in his non-existent lungs. And another. His nails dug into the windowsill, the black colouring beginning to spiral up his fingers. And another. Pep's vision started to blur as his eyeballs melted in his form of crying, but he could still see with every boom, colours flashed and danced outside. Was this some sort of warning? An attack? He couldn't make sense of it, as yet another BANG brought his hands to his ears. His doughy skin making a wet slap against itself as his fear made his form quickly unstable. There were other sounds too - crackling, popping, screaming… Or was it cheering…? - It didn't matter! Pep wanted it all blocked out, as he held onto his head tighter and tighter. His hands fused into his ears and cheeks, becoming unrecognisable as what they were supposed to be. But his fingers held strong, now striped with black as his sharpened nails buried themselves deep into his head. Every boom jolted him to his core. The smell of gunpowder made him sick- No, wait- He didn't know what that was? Did he? He felt himself sink further and further down into the mud. His lower body was caked in the stuff- No! There was no mud-! Why is there mud? Pep managed a look down, finding not a puddle of his legs, but… Boots? He didn't… Wear boots? Did he? He saw… Shrapnel around his feet. Discarded, pointed pieces of metals… But how did he know that? He couldn't of known that- Another BANG, followed by the crackling once more. He braced himself against the wall as dirt was thrown up into the air nearby. His grip tightened around the cool metal. Finger ready on the trigger- On the what? His hands were practically nothing! How was he holding-

"…-p…!"

…Huh?

"…-ep…!"

Something was warm. Warm, and clammy… It was frantic, but still gentle, as it pawed at him.

"Pep!"

Through all the bangs and pops, Pep heard Peppino, calling for him. Even though his body was just a puddle, he found his eyes and forced them to the surface of his being. Peppino leaned over him, looking more stressed than usual. Sweat beading down his face and something slick and oily on his hands…? Oh… That was himself… Pep force an ear to form, as Peppino seemed to be saying something, but it was too muffled to understand, and too fast for him to lip-read.

"-uda told you! I shoulda stayed out here! Fuck! Please be okay-!"

Pep just barely managed to process his words, most of his focus on trying to keep his features formed. His eyelids closed hard over his eyes, blinking a few times as his brow came together. He could feel his fingers forming, trying to pull himself out of himself. A dull, thudding pain made itself known, as his brain reformed, along with most of his head. His eyes weren't quite back in their oversized sockets, but Pep did notice Peppino's shoulders relax a little. Teeth and tongue came next, clumsily gnashing together in an attempt to speak, but it only came out as garbled, incomprehensible sounds.

"Hey! Hey! It's alright! Uh, take your time… Getting back together?" Peppino spoke slower than earlier, but there was anxiety on the edge of his words. Pep managed a soft noise in acknowledgement, pushing the parts of his face into the correct places. His neck and shoulders started to form, but he quickly felt the exhaustion weighing on him. He would not be able to form all the way. But he could at least pull as much of his melted lower half in as possible, becoming more compact and less of a puddle.

Peppino watched his clone slowly come together, but not as the tall and lanky, almost-passable person he usually was. Instead, as his dough was peeled off his palms like glue, Pep was only a few inches tall. This was not the first time Peppino had seen Pep change his size, but this was different. His legs remained as a puddle, and he looked more like a very soggy stuffed animal than a person, with a much larger head and eyes. The tiny Pep squeaked softly, holding his hands out and looking up to him. Peppino understood, and gently scooped him up, carrying him and sitting down on the couch with him in his hands. He could clasp his hands together and Pep would be completely covered… It was much easier to hide when you're so small. The idea sounded nice to him. Comforting almost. Peppino was brought out of his thoughts by another small squeak coming from his hands. Pep was looking up at him again, pointing to his head and miming a spiral coming from it. Fuck. What did Hazel say this meant again…? Pep mimed the gesture again, and then pointed to the window. Outside…? Oh…

"The sounds outside…?"

Pep nodded, and then mimed once more.

"Yeah, they are loud… But they-a should have stopped for now…" Peppino gave a small sigh, looking to the window. At least he hoped they stopped.

Pep held up his index finger and waved it for a moment. Peppino knew this one.

"They were fireworks. People shoot them into the sky and they explode in colours and-a lights."

Pep's brow furrowed for a moment, before holding up the same finger and touching his chest with the side of his hand. Peppino also knew this one - Pep liked to use it a lot.

"They use them when it's a celebration. I don't-a really get it… And I don't really like it either…" Peppino sighed again, a longer one this time. He was tired.

Despite the many questions popping into his head, Pep could taste green beans. He was quite tired too, instead deciding to nestle against Peppino's chest. He found that rhythmical thump-thump-thumping that he learnt about recently was soothing to him. Even if the noises - the 'fireworks' - came back, he imagined he would feel alright where he was.

Peppino couldn't help an amused huff as the tiny clone snuggled closer to him. Guess he wouldn't be making dinner just yet, so he leaned back into the cushions, keeping a hand around Pep as he dozed off.

"Night, Pep."

[mrsbrookemunson]

Spider-Man | Andrew!Peter x Fem!Reader

Prompt: This is when Peter Parker gets his powers in the movie, except you're right there with him as his best friend.

Genre: Fluff with underlying angst

Warnings: Swearing, canon fighting, mentions of injuries (Reader gets hit in the face with a skateboard, and whacked in the stomach with a pole), Peter's low key kind of mean to the reader (but cares), arguments, Peter likes Gwen, implied chubby!reader, it is the subway, and aftermath scene from the movie. Definitely a few typos

Word Count: 3445

A/N: I actually wrote a whole bestfriend!reader x Peter Parker series and never posted it, so let me know if you want part two.

| Part One | Part Two |

It all happened when Peter Parker said he was going to try to find some Dr. Conners that knew his dad back in the day, plain and simple. And me being the bestest friend I am, I waited at a coffee shop—did all my homework, not to brag… it’s a process!—so that he didn’t have to go home—which happens to be next to mine—on the subway alone. Plain. And. Simple.

“There you are!” I exclaimed, happily. “You know when someone says they’re five minutes away, I’d like to believe they are indeed… five minutes away.” I stood up, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my coat, the chill air having not gone away in the city of New York for a while.

Peter gave me an apologetic smile. “Sorry! I just… have a lot on my mind, and I’m tired,” he explained, sounding distant.

I narrowed my eyes at him in question. He definitely seems off. “Ah, it’s okay, you know I can’t stay mad at you.” I widely smiled, slapping him on the arm which causes him to jolt. “So, how was it?” Did you find Dr. Conners?” 

He nodded, “I did.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “And?” 

“And–what? We didn’t talk, I couldn’t get him alone.” 

I frowned. “Next time then…” I assured. “Anything else that happened that I should know about?” 

He shook his head. “Nothing of importance.” His lips twitched up for a second afterwards. “But… Gwen Stacy was there.” 

My heart hammered, “That girl you’re madly in love with?” 

He laughed my statement off, awkwardly. “I’m not in love with her,” he protested weakly. “Just interested is all.” 

I let out an absentminded hum.

At that moment the train came hustling in with an abrupt stop.

Saved by the subway.

“Shall we?” I tilted my head towards it.

“We shall,” he replied. 

If I knew that Peter would’ve fallen asleep on the train, I also wouldn’t have drifted off… but I did… honestly… kind of worth it.

His feet were elevated, resting against the wall beside my head in his lying down position. I, on the other hand, was sitting upright, my neck craned back in a very uncomfortable manner. I was surprised we both dozed with the group of drunks beside us causing a ruckus. The group, stupidly, danced and laughed, the smell of cigarettes and beer burned my nostrils. 

Suddenly I was woken up when Peter made a harsh movement up.

What I didn’t expect to see was him attached to the roof of the transport. “P–Peter?” I rubbed my eyes in the slight chance I was dreaming. 

Everyone stared at him in a tense silence, including me. 

Peter looked at his hands which stuck onto the metal, hesitantly letting go, sending him down to the ground. “Are you okay?” I asked, concerned, kneeling down beside him to help him up.

“Yeah,” he answered, unsure. “You did see that right?” 

I opened my mouth to answer, but get cut off by one of the girls present, “Disgusting, now I smell my beer.” 

I had to resist the strong urge to roll my eyes. Because that’s what’s important. 

Peter, being Peter, looked at her in alarm, and guilt. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to…” His voice dragged when he tried to pull his hand away. 

“Peter?” I eyed him, weirded out at the turn of events that took place 

“I didn’t–I didn’t,” he stuttered, still struggling his hand away.

An older man walked up to Peter, a tough persona displayed. “Get your hand off her!” he commanded.

Peter looked at the man, fearfully. 

“I’m trying to get my—”

“Can’t you see he’s trying!” I shouted. 

The guy, now angry, pushed Peter away from the girl, his hand took her shirt along with him. A couple of the surrounding guys laughed, staring.

“Well, that’s one way of getting your hand off of her,” I joked, but Peter didn’t react. 

The man that pushed Peter gets more riled up from this action, “Are you kidding?” 

Peter held onto one of the hand bars that he was previously rammed into, looking away from the girl, respectfully. “I’m sorry.” He raised a hand back, her shirt still latched onto the palm of his hand.

“Are you freakin’ kidding me?!” the man shouted.

“Hey! It’s not his fault,” I argued in his defense. “Can’t you see he was trying to? Technically you were the one that pushed him, which led to the accidental taking off of this… lady’s shirt, so–technically–it’s your fault.” 

I noticed in the corner of my eye Peter trying to pull his hand away from the hand bar just as I heard, “Hey, get him, Rudy, I got the girl.” 

“What?!” I raised my hands up in defense. “Isn’t this whole thing about sticking up for women?” 

“Hey!” Ignoring my words the man threw a punch towards Peter who raised a swift leg, kicking the man past me and onto another bench. The man groaned in pain.

“Woah,” I let out, breathless as the man fell to the ground.

“Man, I’m sorry! Oh, man, are you all right?” Peter rambled, turning to look at him.

As if he knew, Peter pushes up kicking another guy that had just about lunged at him, the momentum of it ended with him on his back.

“Take him down! Come on,” a woman shouted.

“Woah hold on–ah!” 

I was about to step in when another guy charged towards Peter who kicked up at the guy, doing a kip up, effortlessly landing on his feet. All with still holding onto the hand rail. “Get him, man! Get him!” 

There was only one guy left standing, his head whipping to the skateboard on the ground, Peter ever-so-slightly shook his head, eyeing it upsettingly. “No, man, no. Not my board,” he pleaded.

I was just about to grab it when the guy got it first in a flash, winding it back.

“Please, dude, don’t—” Peter didn’t finish his sentence as it was about to hit him, but the impact never came. “Y/n—You!” 

Of course, during this part all I saw was pitch black darkness, Peter–thankfully–filled me in on what happened after I was ejected from existence… I can still feel the pain.

The guy with the skateboard still in hand, attempted to swing at Peter for a second time, but Peter manages to kick up once again, and swung around to straddle his own arms in a bent position. Much to Peter’s dismay, the pole broke from the ground, nearly hitting me…

Oh wait—

First he hit the guy who started it all right where the sun didn't shine. “Sorry. Sorry.” Then another guy in the jaw. “Oh.” He turns to look at all the guys lifeless on the ground. “I am so sorry.” And then—

“I’m alive–UGH!” I crouched down, holding my stomach.

Peter finally gained the ability to drop the pole, staring down at his hand in shock.

Coney Island, next stop, the conductor’s voice resonated through the poorly made speakers, repeating it. 

“A little help down here,” I squeaked.

Peter snapped his attention to me who was… in a lot of pain. “Oh my—” he cut himself off, rushing to me. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, are you okay? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, you were hit with a skateboard. Can you remember things? What’s your name? What is my name?” He took my face into his hands, inspecting it carefully. “Why the Hell did you do that? You definitely have a concussion.”

“Peter! Everyone is staring.” I covered his hands which have yet to pull away from my cheeks that felt as though they were on fire. 

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out, shutting it. “Do you think your aunt would be okay if you spent the night?” 

“As long as we use protection,” I teased.

Peter’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Oh–I didn’t mean–it’s just my aunt always says to… nevermind.”

It was a long ride to the Parker residence from there.

Peter practically sprinted off of the train when we arrived. “Peter!” I screamed due to the amount of distance he put between us. 

“Oh, right!” He ran back, not wasting anymore time. “Hop on my back!” 

I blinked a few times, “Wh-What?” 

“Hop on… my back.” He set his backpack on the ground. “I literally just ripped a metal pole out of the ground, I can carry you.” 

I hesitated. “You’ve never been able to carry me before,” I pointed out, sadly. “Not to mention I have a backpack that weighs at least 50 pounds.

“Don’t say it like that, please, you’re probably lighter than air, it’s my fault I’m so weak,” he begs. “Let’s just try.” 

“I hate trying.” 

“I know you do,” he dismissed, turning around, and kneeling.

“If this goes poorly…” I dragged.

Peter didn't respond, as I cautiously wrapped my legs to straddle his back. 

“Okay I–woah!” I gasped when he stood upright. “Okay, okay, okay, you’re holding me up, that’s…” 

“Just hold on tight.” 

I do as he said, wrapping my arms around his neck, and intertwining my legs around his torso. “Why? You aren’t going to—No!” I shrieked when he starts to sprint again. “Peter!” I tighten edmy grip around him, my face nestled into the crook of his neck. “How are you doing this right now?” I asked, hinting at the fact he’s running with me on his back, with my backpack on, while carrying his backpack, and skateboard, which apparently broke at the second hit at him. It broke off of him.

Can’t deny all of it was attractive, well… what I saw before I was knocked out.

“How did I do any of that stuff?” 

I opened my mouth to reply with something clever, but nothing formed. 

“See?” he laughed.

I noticed that his face was starting to break out into a cold sweat. “Peter? You’re sweating. I knew this would be too much for you—”

“No! I think it’s the shock, the reaction. You know…” He began to slow down. “I am not beginning to feel too well,” he admitted, starting to stumble a little.

“Okay, you need to let me go. “

“It’s not you, I swear!” 

“I’m not saying it is, we’re almost at your house Peter, we can walk from here.” 

Giving in, he let me go. And looking at him… he didn’t look too good. Well, he always looks good, but I mean like… he looks ill. “It wasn’t you…” he reassured, shaking his head, spastically. 

“Let’s just… get you home, okay?” 

I go to grab his hand, but he jerked away. What is happening right now?

We arrived at his house. I opened the door, and ushered Peter inside whilst closing the door behind us. “Uh, hey,” Peter greeted. “Hey, hey.” He walked off without me.

I scrambled to keep up with his long strides as he met up with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. 

“Sorry. I’m late–and–uh Y/n's here too.” He gestured toward me as I peak my head around the corner. “We got—” 

“We’ve been so worried.” Aunt May stood to block him with a stern expression. “Your aunt too, Y/n!” She pointed to me who sported a sheepish smile. 

My eyes looked down at my phone which I had yet to pull out tonight, cringing at the number of voicemails and messages. I sent her a quick one back that I was safe and would be staying the night at Peter’s. “Use protection,” I read my Aunt Yelena’s text in a hushed tone.

“I know. I’m sorry. Watch out!” 

I looked up in alarm to see Peter catch something about the size of a fingernail, if not smaller. My feet got the better of me as I made my way towards Peter’s raised hand that rested in front of May’s face to get a better look. My body pushed up just beside Peter’s… I don’t think he noticed.

The fly buzzed as a beat of silence went by, Peter not being able to look at anything besides the insect just in between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger. 

“That’s a fly, Peter,” Aunt May commented, her hands pressed against her chest, scared.

Peter, for sure out of it, let go, waving his hand in the air. “Yeah,” he responded, carelessly. 

It flew around his head, his eyes following it carefully. “Nice catch,” I whispered. He jumped, dramatically, looking at me as if I was a ghost before looking back at Aunt May.

He wiped his bottom lip, preparing as if to say something, “I’m so sorry I kept you guys up,” he paused. “I’m insensitive, I’m irresponsible, and I’m hungry.” He goes to push past Aunt May, pressing a kiss on her cheek, and handing her half his broken board in the process. 

Aunt May and Uncle Ben looked at me for answers, but I could only supply them a weak chuckle. Ben stood up to position himself next to May in the doorway of the kitchen, fitting myself right in between them.

The three of us watched as Peter dug out a yellow plate of what looked to be May’s meatloaf, unwrapping it, then proceeding to eat as if he hasn’t eaten anything in days, letting out breaths of relief. Was I somehow finding this attractive? Yes. “Drinking?” May questioned, eyes glancing at me as a quick analysis to see if I was in the same shape.

Ben, grasped the concept, and looked at me as well. I gave him a helpless shrug. 

“What’s this?” Peter asked.

“I don’t think so,” Ben answered to May.

“This is your meat loaf,” Peter concluded chuckling, continuing to lean against the opened fridge door. “This beats all other meat loafs.” 

Ben and I gave each other pointed looks of acknowledgement of his words.

“Something is very wrong,” May observed 

“Yeah,” Ben started.

“Nobody likes your meat loaf,” Ben and I finished at the same time.

May looked at us both in slight irritation, her previous concerned expression dropping.

I don’t even know how it happened but the next time I saw Peter he was carrying at least seven courses, including ice cream and–is that frozen mac n’ cheese?

Peter slid past the three of us, nearly dropping one of the containers which May immediately reached out to catch, but the crook of Peter’s elbow did the job for her. “I got it,” he affirmed. 

“He took the frozen macaroni and cheese,” May voiced.

“I noticed that,” Ben responded.

Ben and May looked at me with another interrogative gaze. 

I sucked on my teeth for a moment, “I really can’t answer that for you.” 

May looked at Ben and I with a more threatening appearance. “Why didn’t you guys tell me you didn’t like my meat loaf? Especially you Ben!” 

“Um…” He gaped at her.

“You could have said that to me 37 years ago—” 

“Y/n!” Peter called out from his room.

“You’re on your own Uncle Ben.” I saluted him, making a haste exit away from the conversation.

When I got to Peter’s room I didn’t find him. “Peter?” 

“In here,” a muffled voice says. 

I went to the bathroom, opening and closing the door to see him splashing water on his face. “Peter, what the hell was that all about?” 

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

He stared at his reflection, his hand reaching up at the collar of his shirt, connecting his fingers to something. 

“What’s that?” I took a step toward him to inspect. “It looks like—like a string.” 

He pulled at it, my eyes meeting what looked to be, “a bite.” 

He pulled on the string, a groan of pain escaping past his lips. He goes to look at it, a mixture of emotions flashing across his eyes as it now appear to resemble more of a web than a string. His eyebrows twitched up, as his eyes followed the trail that lead from his right hand to his left. He shuddered a couple of times. I didn’t dare to speak a word, rather just watched, but when I saw the dead spider at the end I nearly screamed. 

He looked away from it, blinking twice until they fully close.

“Peter,” I breathed. “You need to go to a hospital, that spider could’ve been deadly.” 

He shook his head now looking at me. I traced out his eyes that were bloodshot, a dark shadow casting underneath them. “No, we do not speak of this. I just–I just need some rest. You–you should go home.” 

I look at him taken aback. “Yeah. Right. Like I would ever leave you alone knowing this. What if you have a seizure or something? What if your skin starts burning holes? What if—” 

“I get it!” he snapped. “Fine. You can stay.” 

I gave him a proud smile. “Cool, see you in your room.” I smoothly winked at him, skipping off to allow him a second to himself. What a twist of events.

Beep—

I jumped up when Peter abruptly slammed his fist down on his alarm clock, the whole thing blowing up into bits. “Holy—my God, Peter, you—” My eyes set on the broken pieces of the poor alarm clock that got a taste of his newfound strength, coughing a little from the smoke 

His head burrowed into the pillow he had laying on the ground.

Despite having slept in the same bed multiple times, with said new strength Peter argued against it this time, claiming he'd accidentally hurt me in his sleep. With that said, he refused to have me sleep on the floor with my obvious concussion. “How are you feeling?” I asked. 

Groggily he got up, storming out, and to the bathroom.

It was less than a minute later when I heard him let out a small cry. “Peter?” I opened the door to see water shooting out from the faucet. “What did you do?” I closed the door in case either May or Ben decided to walk by. 

“Do you really need me to answer that?!” he replied, angry. He reached for the towel beside the sink, when the holder for it ripped off the wall. 

“Peter, just calm down!” I attempted to ease, as he frantically spun around. 

He tried to cover the broken faucet with the piece that he ripped off, eventually throwing the towel over it. His hand went toward the doorknob to the cabinet only to have that also be broken off. In defeat he looked at me.

“How about you try to open this door—” I knock edon the wood behind me, “—as carefully as possible?” 

He hesitated, but when I moved out of the way for him to obey, he walked up, only the tips of his fingers holding the doorknob, delicately turning it. Not without another look at me he left, slamming the door. “Thanks Peter,” I huffed, walking out of the bathroom.

When I went into Peter’s room I found him sitting on his bed, toothbrush in one hand, and the doorknob in the other. 

“Peter…?” I took soft steps toward him. 

He jolted up, turning his head to the side, frantically. He stared at something in horror. He jolted again, moving his whole body to turn toward his window, the blinds were down, the room dim. He held his toothbrush out in front of him as some form of defense. Realizing what he’s doing, he stood up. “I have to get to the bottom of this,” he told me. 

“You can say that again,” I laughed, going to his computer. 

His foot connected to a piece of paper which he struggled to get off. “You–you don’t have to—” he stammered when I offered to get it for him. “Thanks,” he muttered, sitting on his desk chair.

His typing was faster than lightning, looking up every possible thing about spiders and their bites. Nothing matching his problem. He lightly touches the bite on the back of his neck, a sudden impulse going through him as he typed, ‘Richard parker spider’, but it seemed to fade into random letters.

Peter and I both looked down at his hands which he lifts. Some of the keys, including the spacebar, stuck to his fingers. “Sticky like a spider,” I thought out loud. “You’re like a spider, but a man,” I paused, my tongue darting out to swipe over my lips in concentration. “A Spider-Man.” 

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[hughungrybear]

Me while watching Last Twilight Ep. 6:

I know my blood pressure will rise this episode as I unintentionally saw a major spoiler while scrolling through my FB (thanks, GMMTV's official FB page) 😑. Ugh. I still choose violence if it's August.

1. Is it wrong of me to have a strong urge to slap August's smug face? Also, I don't believe for a second that August has no way to contact Day when he allegedly collapsed and was brought to the hospital. I dunno, their coach prolly has a phone, no? Hospitals also have phones 🤨🤨🤨 Personally, I think August is just a world-class flaker.

2. Not to yuck someone's yum, but I will never understand people who like pineapples on pizza (or fruits incorporated in a supposedly savory dish). But that's just me 😅

3. Wait, what? No, Porjai. Don't go chasing Night. 😅😅😅 Mhok, I told you to introduce Gee to Porjai, gods dammit 😆😆😆

4. I dunno how Day can still be in love with August when Mhok keeps on giving him these very sweet gestures 😭😭😭 I would have fallen for the nth time already if I was Day.

5. I think I'm beginning to hate Mhok's selfless tendencies when it comes to Day. 😭😭😭 He really does everything to make Day happy even at the expense of his own happiness. Where can I find my own Mhok??? 😭😭😭

6. Please tell us, why Day hates Night so much. Night seems so lonely. What happened between these sibs??? 🤔🤔🤔

7. I cannot believe how selfless Mhok can be 😭😭😭😭 Oh, my gods. The moment August took Day away from Mhok's side just thoroughly broke my heart. 😭😭😭

8. Well, I think it's clear that after his Phi Mhok, Day trusts Gee second. It is very telling that he screamed out her name (after knowing that Mhok is gone) to help him. He did not cry out for August, who is literally just beside him. Also, the look of Day's disappointed face when he finds out that it's August, not Mhok, who sought him out in that veranda.

9. Ugh. This is the effing scene I saw on GMMTV's official page - August kissing Day with Mhok as a witness. 😔😔😔 No, just no. Also, what's up with August? Why kiss Day, then suddenly reject him? I really advocate violence if it means bashing August's very punchable face. The fvck. 🤬🤬🤬

10. Oh? We're back on a rooftop? What in the name of Bad Buddy Series, is this, P'Aof??? 😅 <after five seconds> Okay, I'm crying.

Let's talk about August. Okay, nobody forced him to be sweet and caring and flirt with Day. Nobody. And yet, he felt compelled to deceived Day just because. After he knew that Day has a massive crush on him.

Then, August still has the gall to say "sorry, I cannot accept Day as more than a friend"??? WHO THE FVCK ASKED YOU TO??? NOT DAY, NOT MHOK. NOBODY!!! Gods dammit. The selfishness and self-centredness of August makes me want to break things (preferably on his face). Arrrgh!!!!! 🤬🤬🤬

Next week, looks like Mhok is offically making a move on Day. I just hope August keeps away for the rest of the series. 😅

[jessica-pinkwood]

▷To those who care.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions of Sexual themes, strong language, Child SA, Child Abuse, and Murder. Proceed with caution. ---------

"Now, that's no way to talk to a lady."

I chuckle, smirking widely as I cross my legs, sitting at the other end of the integration room. I've seen many thriller movies in my life, growing up it was my favorite genre, and to think that I am now sitting in one myself is rather ironic. It's surprising how accurately the movies depicted them.

The ceiling lights flicking above me, old and rusted, one glance can tell you that it was barely looked at let alone taken care of to repair. I mean, who would look at a ceiling light for more than 5 seconds anyways? Someone who's not sane probably. The table was so cold, and the air conditioner was absolutely shit, yet somehow they still managed to throw me such cold looks as they tried to pry the information out of me.

"Who are you and how many have you killed?"

Agent… Ugh, I can never seem to get his name right despite how many times he pronounced it. Well, to be fair, the only reason I couldn't get it right was because I didn't want to put effort in actually saying it right. Despite the badge saying "Amer", I like calling him other similar names just to see the pissed look on his face.

"Why are you asking me such stupid questions? Aren't you some CIA, FBI officer, or some shit? Figure it out! Look at your database!"

My eyebrows furrowed as my eyes made direct eye contact with his, raising an eyebrow at him. Even though I never outright say something too insulting, I could already tell it poked his ego for a bit.

"Just a police officer. But we're checking, but it's best if you confess it yourself… Whoever you are."

"Oh please, I've left hints in multiple places, and yet you still can't find out something as simple as my name is? Are you sure you're qualified to even be an officer? Or did you spend your time sucking on your higher boss's di-"

"SHUT UP And answer. My damn. Question."

"…"

Silence filled the air for a moment, rolling my eyes away from him. My smile quickly turned into more of a sneer as my back hit the back of my chair, the amusement draining from my face. Seriously, does he have to be this much of a party pooper? He's so goddam tense, acting as if that would scare me into submission any time soon, more of a pathetic attempt really. My hands shot up in mock surrender, if my wrists weren't chained to this table and cuffed so damn tightly that made my pale skin turn red, I would've stood up and back handly bitch slap him across the face for even daring to speak to me in such a tone.

"Just call me Athena."

"…Like the Greek goddess?"

"No, like the cockroach under my boot."

I replied back, the sarcasm dripping off my tone as I tried to amuse myself. We've been in this room for hours, and they can never seem to get the hint that I'm no low-life snitch, especially on myself nonetheless. Amer scoffed, not pleased with the way I was speaking to him, his hands clenching and letting go repeatedly as he held back the urge to punch a hole through my head. Good.

"Very funny." Amer sighed, not finding my sarcastic comment not funny, obviously.

"Thank you." I forced a smile.

"We want your real name, 'Athena.' Just spit it out already and stop wasting our time, we're gonna find out eventually anyway." The officer said, throwing an empty threat at me. If you can even call it a threat in the first place.

"Oh, are you? Or are you just lying out of your fucking ass because you knew you wouldn't be able to find anything on me? Please, officers, your words don't scare me. Neither would they persuade me. So how about you just… Let me go, and I promise I won't slit your husband's throat tonight when he comes back home from work."

"Husband?" Amer suddenly stared at me, daggers pointing at me as if I had just said something so outrageous. In which, I did. To him at least. "And why would you assume that I have a husband?"

"I don't assume, officer. I know you do. It would be a shame if you had to be a single parent again after your divorce from your ex-wife. You wouldn't want your daughter going back to your fame-hungry ex, do you?"

I sighed deeply, acting as if I ever felt pity for some low-life aggressive officer who had shown me nothing but disrespect, and honestly, it was getting boring and tiresome. I have places to be and he has other cases to solve so why are we still here staring at each other and talking even though we hated the look on our faces? I leaned forward, placing both of my arms on the table, curling my lips into a more… Friendly and charming smile, knowing full well it was not assuring him in the slightest.

"Arthur, as much as I enjoy our little conversation, it has been hours and frankly I have gotten bored of how you design this place. Seriously, it's so boring. So how about you just…"

"The name is Amer."

He scowled, this time sounding more worried than annoyed as he added another statement, trying to hide the fact that despite how skeptical he was of me, he knew I wasn't lying or trying to bluff myself out of the situation. He was probably shitting himself but of course, he couldn't show that he was vulnerable, scared for the safety of not only himself but his family.

"You have no right to tell me what to do, you murderer."

"And the bastards I killed weren't already one?"

I scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him, my smile faltering as my mind recalled the faces and the names of those bastards. The law always claims to be fair and equal, for the people, and yet when money was involved, suddenly everyone was calling pity on those bastards. The world was cruel, but only to those with nothing to give.

Those pathetic greasy fat cunts took away the purity of children, and yet throwing a couple of million bucks in the court could grant them only a few years? And suddenly they claim to be "under the influence of alcohol". It was so fucking ironic it almost made me laugh. But I couldn't. Cause those bitches were walking free, probably shoving a hand up some minor's skirt and sticking their nasty tongue down places that shouldn't even be touched on children.

That's why people were gagging, some with weak stomachs were vomiting their guts out when they saw the tongues of those bastards shoved up their own asses, and some were shoved down the tip of their disgusting dicks. It's always how I'm the scary one, the cruel and violent one when in reality I was serving them what needed to come to them sooner. My name might not be the Law of Justice but god fucking dammit justice will be fucking served!

"But with your sets of skills and your abilities you could-"

"Gather evidence? Get them thrown in jail for a couple of years just for them to waste a few million dollars and get out scott-free? Oh please! Stop making me laugh officer!!"

A few heavy, breathy laughs escaped my throat as I try my best to keep my temper cool. It was really annoying how he kept saying that the law will bring them justice! Kiss my fucking ass.

"I suggest you don't make me laugh officer…" I lowered my voice into a soft whisper, my hands clenching tightly as I felt my blood beginning to boil in my veins, slowly cooking my organs alive if it could.

"And why is that?"

"Because you were careless to not keep an eye on your keys, officer."

[bluecookies02]

I've been having a hyperfixation on face fucking lately, so If you could do any character with that I'd literally cry my eyes out. I love your work so much and I've been binging it for days!!!❤️‍🔥

!oh absolutely, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog!

>disclaimer:all acts are consensual unless stated othervise<

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Dᴀʙɪ, Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ, Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

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Dᴀʙɪ: (cw: squirting, overstim)

He'll fuck you until you're trembling, just begging for him to cum already, throat soar from whining on his cock for hours on end.

Dabi can last long, sometimes too long. He'll have you twitching and crying, squirming when his thumb meets your clit again. It's not like he didn't cum either, he probably filled you up once or twice, dick still terribly hard but equally sore and flaming red from how long he's been slamming it in and out of your pussy. This happens when he's frustrated, generally pent up and it just happens that fucking you makes him feel better.

With one final tap to your clit, you're squirting, back arching and nails digging into your own palm, his chest getting soaked and abs glistening while they flex. He's so close, the pleasure too much that he's not even sure he can cum.

"No more! Fuck, no more" you're panting and clenching your legs shut, his cock slowly sliding out of you. Your limbs feel sore, incapable of moving another inch while you take deep breaths, hands relaxing to reveal small moon-like creases you gave to yourself.

You can feel the bed dipping and then there's a hand on your jaw, gently turning your face to the side.

"Open up" his voice is soft, but not any less demanding, his tip nudging past your lips. You open your jaw slack, closing your eyes. His length fills your mouth, your drool smearing down your lips and across your cheek before staining the sheets. His cock sinks further, filling up your throat. You try to breathe around it, gagging and spluttering but he keeps still, giving u time to fix your breathing, pulling out only a bit to let the air pass to your lungs.

"You good?" and you have to think for a moment before humming, relaxing further when his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

"I'll try to be quick...take a deep breath come one..." he coos, and you know better than to not listen to his advice. As soon as he sees your chest rising, he's slamming as far as he can go, his balls flush against your face. He's cursing and groaning, humping the depths of your throat, holding your head in place. You're coughing, thinking about reaching to grab his hand, but you decide to hold on.

"That's it, fuck that's it, so close I promise..." he rushes out, the slapping of his skin against yours speeding up. You're almost passing out but there's a deep growl, and then there are hot splashes coating the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly empty while you swallow what you can, coughing out what wouldn't go down. He helps you up, a hand petting your back. You clean the mix rushing down your chin with the back of your wrist, palm opening up to catch the spit falling from your lips.

It takes you a few minutes and Dabi waits, an apologetic look on his face while he watches you struggle. You can speak up but you terribly want to, words coming out scrambled and broken up. Dabi's hand holds your cheek, letting you nuzzle against it.

"Too far?" he asks, worried. His warm hand finds your throat, trying to ease some of the pain with his quirk, suiting your muscles.

You try to shake your head "no". It was almost too much, dangerously close to it too, but your heart is full, body relaxing while Dabi takes care of you, cleaning you up and tucking you against his chest. After a few minutes, you're not sure if you fell asleep or not but you open your eyes, watching the way Dabi's fingers dance across your arm. You move it just a bit until your fingers interlace with his, falling back into the daze and eventually falling asleep

Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ: (cw: none)

He's very rough but also very scared to hurt you.

Making him do anything unsafe is close to impossible and you respect that, you do. However you never saw him losing his mind, you never saw him fully letting go and fuck is it tempting. Even when he's angry he's still cautious. You fucked him silly but never fucked him stupid.

Finally, he's laying on his back, moving the hair from your face while you suck him off, saying dirty shit that makes you squeeze your legs together. Your hands are plastered over his meaty thighs, squeezing and gripping as you work him down your throat. He's timing your breathing, pulling you off every once in a while to let you rest.

"Relax" you whisper, circling your tongue over his flushed tip, flattening it against the slit while you look at him through your eyelashes. You're confident, and he caves quickly, letting you do your thing when he rests his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You worship his cock, kissing and mouthing every inch, massaging the drool into his balls and squeezing every so often. He's not particularly loud during those, apart from the occasional praise he gives, humming to let you know you're making him feel good. You're going too slow and he's oh so gently raising his hips to meet your mouth, feet digging into the mattress. You keep him desperate, slipping your lips on and off his cock, watching him fuck the air each time his cock gets exposed to it, chasing the warmth of your throat.

It's not until you mumble a demanding "Go on" that you take him all the way in, waiting for him to move. He's not doing anything for a while, until he gets the memo, carefully rolling his hips, bucking off the bed. You're humming, throat vibrating each time he goes a little harder, urging him on. It takes a few minutes for him to let go and get into the rhythm, sloppily fucking your throat, eyes half-lidded to watch you. He didn't know he would get so terribly horny by watching you struggle, eyes glossy, the choking sound making him want to go harder, slam it down your throat until your eyes roll back into your head. He can't keep his mind from wandering, swallowing up by the image, feeling the coil in his stomach start to unroll.

You briefly put your hands on his hips, stroking his sides and following the motion of his thrusts, bobbing your head to meet him halfway. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, and when he breathes out "cumm-ghh" you pull off a bit, the first wave of cum falling on your tongue, a few smaller ones following soon after.

Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ:(cw:facesitting)

Your pussy is spread open, gushing and leaking onto his tongue while you jerk his cock, pumping the length in your hand with great care, movement slowed down so that you can selfishly roll your hips just right, thighs squeezing his head.

He keeps you open with his thumbs, nose buried in your cunt as he laps at your clit, suckling and twirling the nub in his mouth. He's grabbing fistfuls of your ass, trying to get all of your weight on him, pawing and kneading at it, a disapproving huff rushing through his muffled lips. You decide to indulge him dropping all your weight, chest bubbly to hear his satisfied groan, veins of his cock twitching in your palm.

You open your mouth vide, swallowing around his length with practiced ease, your hand moving from his base once it's fully inside. Like on cue, his strong muscular legs hook around your neck, pressing until your nose is mushed against his balls. A small part of you is thankful that he always takes thorough showers after training, but an embarrassingly large one wants to be consumed by the disgusting sweaty musk you can only imagine while you bury your face further between his legs.

Neither of you have much space to move, settling for just trying to reach and be closer to each other. Aizawa closes his lips over your cunt, mouth full as he swallows and gulps like he can't get enough, adrenaline pumping through him when he starts to feel a bit dizzy. You wrap your arms around his thighs, the position straining on both of your muscles, the burning sensation letting you know that you only have so much time until you're both at your limit.

Lazy rolls turn into hurried humps, your pussy chasing his tongue until it's just in the right place, tummy clenching from the surges of pleasure , His head rising off the bed so that he can press his tongue harder. You can feel your throat burning already and you get excited just by thinking about not being able to swallow food or drinks without being reminded of tonight.

He knows your body inside and out, knows that you're about to cum by the smallest movement of your hips and spine, ready to feel it so closely. He's only waiting for it, holding in his release just because he's so stuck on never cumming first, not wanting to miss you reaching your high, your moans and whines while your whole body moves and shakes, wave after wave surging to your fingertips and toes, forcing them to clench and curl.

He releases down your throat when you squeeze your legs around his ears, the first jolt of your body followed by his, cum pooling at the base of his cock. He cums like a bull, and unless your holes are plugged up, it's gonna seep out, you can't even swallow in time, gulps too big to handle, especially in a position like this one.

His legs slowly uncurl, freeing you and letting you slay down next to him. You can hear colors and you can see the sounds, mind on a beautiful vacation, not useful for a single thing. At least for half an hour.

Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ:(cw:noncon, piss, mindbreak, humiliation, kidnapping)

He'll throw you on the ground, make you kiss his cock , make you beg to ruin your voice for weeks. He'll slap it against your cheek, smearing his tip all over your face and covering it in pre.

Pulling on your hair, forcing your lips open and already starting a quick pace. You can only try to push him away, arms too weak to do anything to help yourself. He doesn't want you to lose consciousness tho, snapping you off of his length for only a brief moment.

"Breathe whore, you're useless to me if you can't even suck a cock" you can barely breathe out of fear tho, four fingers tightening around your already bruised neck. Then he's pumping in and out of your mouth, slapping your cheek whenever you try to bare your teeth to make him flinch away, truth to be told he barely feels it he just wants an excuse to hit those plump cheeks. You hate yourself for not trying harder, but one can only have so much strength before giving up.

Your hair feels like it's gonna rip away from your skull, so you have no choice than to close your eyes and relax, slouching on the floor and letting him use your throat, hoping he'll get there faster.

He's not a fan of that, your chocked-up sounds noticeably disappearing when you find a way to get some air through your nose. It wouldn't be that easy, you should've known, two fingers stopping your airflow, causing spit to gush out of your mouth as your throat flexes and battles against his dick. He feels generous today.

It feels like you're dreaming when he finally lets you go, immediately fisting his cock in front of your face, aiming for your pretty eyes. Your eyelashes look beautiful, wet from tears, making them stand out better, more gorgeous...

He hates pretty things. He wants to defile them, make them as disgusting and monstrous as he is, the urge to ruin everything that dares be better than him.

You manage to close them in time, white painting your eyelids and forehead, some of it getting in your hair. He's finished with a sigh, tapping his tip to your lips before taking a step back. You're about to thank God that it's all over until you can feel the warmth hitting your tits, and then the smell hits you, causing you to curl up in yourself. It's not happening, there's no way in hell this is happening. You feel sick to your stomach, nails scraping against the floor until they break off, the sting not making you react at all, only focused on the sizzling sound and a satisfied moan in the background.

You lost the last ounce of dignity you had, brain shutting down while you just sit there, staring at the piss dripping down your thighs and your pussy, later hitting the floor and pooling on the cheap wood. Your eyes are wide, emotionless, robbed of the last spark they held. They're open now but you can't see a thing, everything seems to come to a stop.

You might hear the laugh before a door is slammed and locked, but you're not so sure anymore, falling unconscious in the cold room.

I pinkie promise to edit this in the morning bc my eyes r literally closing as I write. Who tf knows what I just blabbered on here but it's an adventure right. Is it gonna be a "you're/your" mess up, maybe? A plot hole...very likely. ooc...who cares, I do not believe in canon anyways😌

I feel like I made them all nut so fast but, more cummies the better I guess. ALSO ANON THANK YOU, I WOULDNT HAVE KNOW THAT THE ❤️‍🔥 EMOJI EXISTED IF IT WERENT FOR THIS ASK

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[miscelunaaa]

spin cycle 24 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut

summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: less than 500

warnings: MORE SMUT :D in the form of: Sex with the use of a condom. Important questions about abdominal skin care. Girl on top. Jungkook being like a little whiny, like just a little for ~effect~. Um, banter?? Dirty talk. MMMmmmissionary. Mentions of oversensitivity but nothing too hard (except Jungkook’s body lhalsdkjhflskaj). 

notes: Hello!! Ah, this is exciting! Only one installment left. We’ve been at this for over half a year now, which, if I’m being honest, is just mind blowing. I’ve always struggled with keeping up routines, especially with writing. Your interest in my work has really kept me going! The final installment of this story will be going up this Wednesday because I do very poorly with suspense ☠️ See you soon!!

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“Did you—” Your movement slows just a little as you look down in confusion. “Did you oil your abs?”

“Um, nO??” he laughs, perhaps too easily. “Why would I do something like that?”

“You don’t have to impress me. I’ve already seen them,” you sigh as you resume riding his cock. His hands are gripping your hips, the tips of his fingers pressing into your flesh as he urges you to go faster with a whine.

“Fine, I used a body lotion with a little bit of shine! It makes them look better.” Every few seconds he tries to thrust up into you, even as your hands splay over the firm muscles of his stomach to hold him down. His voice is high and airy as he continues. “And yeah, I wanted to impress you, is that so bad?”

“It’s not. You just don’t have to impress me more, I—holy shit—” He’s strong enough that he can hold you still, giving him free rein to take over and start slapping his hips up into yours. His cock drags inside your heat and each time the feeling takes your breath away. “Just please keep doing that.”

“Yeah?” The way his hips snap up, the way his lips curl into a devious smile, it’s all so annoyingly hot. “Would you say this—” He manages to hit a spot you didn’t even know existed. “—is impressive too?”

“Fine! Yes! It’s impressive,” you gasp. “Keep impressing me so I can impress all over your fucking cock you assho—”

Before you can finish your, Jungkook pushes you off his lap and onto your back. He slides between your legs, his length thrusting into you easily. He whines into your neck and nips at your pulse point.

“Touch yourself babe, wanna see you come.”

You slip your hand down, finding your throbbing clit with ease. You start running your fingertips over it in small circles. You moan as you clench around him, “I-I’m so close.”

He grits his teeth and throws his head back. “Fuck, that’s it. Can’t wait for this pussy to milk me dry.”

He’s so shy, but he can’t fucking shut up in bed, and shit, you might be in love with him for it. The energy is intoxicating, addictive, revelatory.

Your body’s beginning to wind tight, and the small sigh he breathes tells you he feels it. Just a second more and—

“That’s it, babe, look so good for coming for me,” he grunts, before picking up the pace for a few seconds, carrying you through the high.

You’re verging on oversensitivity when suddenly, he’s swearing as he holds you a little tighter. His body pulls tenses as he spills into the condom he’d nicked from Namjoon’s bedstand drawer.

With a shuddering exhale, Jungkook gently pulls out before standing to clean up. He catches you staring at him as he comes back to his bed, and he can’t help teasing you.

“Pretty impressive, right?”

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©miscelunaaa 2022. My work is only found on this blog and under my ao3 pseud. Do not, under any circumstances, copy or repost my work.Thank you.

posted: 6.13.2022

[earlgreydream]

doubts.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. loki kinda degraded sub!reader and she scrunches up all tiny and sobs afterwards because she thought he meant what he said

cw: slightly smutty, slightly angsty

You begged Loki to let you come, fighting against the magical restraints your dom had placed around your wrists and ankles. 

“Oh, you want to come so bad you’re crying? You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?” Loki sneered, the words sending arousal pooling deep in your belly, even though you fought against it. Your body jolted at the slap administered to your inner thigh, a pained cry escaping your lips. 

You’d been acting up and testing Loki’s patience, which is what earned you this punishment, your pleasure being dangled in front of you, just out of reach. You’d broken his rules, and he’d had enough of your attitude. 

“Come now before I change my mind,” Loki’s tone was dangerous, and the pressure inside of you shattered. He followed your lead, finishing inside of you before he pulled out and made the restraints vanish. 

As the pleasure wore off, his words echoing in your mind, You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?

Loki stood off of the bed, going to run you a hot shower. As soon as he’d stepped away, a sob tore through your chest, your shoulders heaving as you cried. You curled up in a ball, feeling small and alone on his massive bed. 

Loki heard you crying, and he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He abandoned the shower and ran to your side, kneeling down on the bed. You looked so tiny and fragile, folding in on yourself. His chest ached when he heard your soft sounds and saw the way your hands trembled as you tugged at your hair, trying to self-soothe. He reached out to pull your hands away, wanting to keep you from anxiously tearing the hair from your sensitive head.

“My darling-” his voice cracked when you jerked away from him. You hiccuped on your broken sobs as they wrecked you, emotion flooding every last thought and turning you into a mess. 

Loki’s magic sparked around you, cleaning you up and leaving you both in loose clothing. The green shimmer surrounded you, Loki’s fruitless attempt to touch you without frightening you. It was warm, and seemed to buzz with its own life, but didn’t make you feel any better. 

“My darling, have I hurt you? Tell me whatever is wrong so that I may fix it,” Loki begged, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you tried to catch your breath, wanting to get your keys and leave. 

He sank back, giving you space. His eyes were concerned and sad, and he fought against the urge to pierce into your mind, ripping the truth from you. The door vanished from the wall as you tried to run out, and you whipped around to face the god, who was kneeling on the bed and looking wounded. There was no exit, Loki keeping you contained to the bedroom until your devastation was resolved. 

“Y/N, I won’t let you leave when you’re so upset. You cannot drive safely. If you wish, I can take you anywhere you want to go,” Loki fretted, and though you knew he was right, you only grew more and more upset. 

“Come to me, darling,” Loki opened his arms, the authority in his voice making you comply. You knew this was a fight you couldn’t win. You’d end up in Loki’s arms confessing your pain whether by his will, or your own.

Your sobs broke his heart, and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap. He held you firmly, and eventually your struggling subsided as you let yourself weep against his chest. 

“Please don’t make me pry the truth out of you,” Loki begged softly into your hair. He didn’t want to add to your pain, he only wanted to fix it. He was very aware that sifting through your mind to take your private thoughts was something that made you feel extremely violated. He wanted you to tell him on your own, but he wouldn’t let you keep such heartbreaking secrets from him. 

“Y-you... did you mean what you said about me? That I was pathetic, and d-desperate and a whore?” You sobbed out, stammering over your words.

“Oh, oh my goodness. My darling, I am so sorry. I never meant any of that. I thought you understood I just said it in the scene... please my love, I adore you more than all of the stars. Never think you are not the most perfect, beautiful, eloquent, and lovely person in my eyes. I love you, I will never say such horrible things again.” Tears flowed freely down Loki’s face. You were startled, unused to seeing raw emotion from him, especially not guilt. It hadn’t occurred to you that the words Loki had spoken were just part of the scene, part of the sex you were having. He wasn’t typically fond of degradation, but he was experimenting in the moment, never expecting it to be received as genuine. 

There was no room for doubt in his words. He meant his love then, and he would spend the rest of his life proving his love to you.

His strong arms cradled you against his body, trying to hold you together.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he breathed apologies like a repetitive prayer.

You listened to his heartbeat, letting the rhythm slow your racing mind. Your sobs eventually subsided, calmed by the steady circles of his hand on your back.

“I forgive you,” your lips moved against the underside of his jaw.

“Please always stop me, tell me then, if anything at all makes you feel even the slightest bit unsafe. I never want you to feel this way again, certainly not at my fault,” Loki begged, and you nodded before burying your face back in him.

“Do you still love me?”

“I love you the most,” you promised.

Loki talked you into staying the night, doting on you to the point you were almost smothered. His magic conjured everything you wanted, even in the back of your thoughts.

“Do you want to go get some?” He asked, and you turned, tilting your head in confusion.

“To Paris. For the macarons.”

“You’re reading my thoughts,” you sighed softly, but a smile graced your expression as you kissed him.

“No, I’m sleepy. Maybe tomorrow?” You asked, and he nodded, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to bed.

You situated yourself in his arms, your back against his chest. His larger frame shielded you, wrapping you in safety and warmth. You slept soundly with him, the pain and uncertainty from the afternoon long gone and replaced by his love.

The smell of coffee rose you out of your sleep. Your eyes took a few moments to adjust to the soft light spilling in through the windows, and you sat up, suddenly realizing you weren’t in Loki’s bedroom at his apartment, where you’d fallen asleep.

“Loki?!” You called, and he leaned in the doorway.

“Good morning. I didn’t mean to frighten you. We took a short trip in your sleep. We’re at my Paris flat.”

You smiled, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned. Loki put a coffee in your hands, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“If I cry will you spoil me more often?” You teased lightly, and he shot you his signature dom look of warning, making you shudder.

“It breaks my heart to see you cry, my darling,” Loki’s tone was apologetic, guilt still left over from the day before. You squeezed his arm as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m okay,” you swore, earning another kiss from your lover.

“Mm. Finish that up and we’ll go to the patisserie down the street.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, happy you were cheered up and back to normal. He moved his fingers and a pretty sundress appeared hanging on the back of the washroom door for you, delicate white flats placed below.

“Dressing me up like your little doll?”

“Careful, or I will dress you, after I get that attitude in line.”

“I love the dress. And I can put it on by myself,” you apologized, pecking his lips before walking to the bathroom.

You returned in the sundress, a white beret adorning your head along with it. You relished in the bright smile Loki rewarded you with. In a shimmer of green, he was dressed in pastels that matched your own. You loved to see him in casual clothes instead of the Asgardian armor he frequently wore, and he indulged you for this small Parisian vacation. 

“You look stunning, my darling.”

Giggles erupted from your lips, making Loki’s heart soften. He dipped his head down to kiss you, making your nose scrunch up in the cutest way that he loved. His long, slender fingers folded with yours, holding your hand as the two of you made your way out of the flat and onto the bustling street. You were thankful for the sunny weather, greatly improving your mood from the rough night in New York’s rain. 

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” you nodded.

“Let’s get some crepes. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Loki.”

The young god pecked your lips before pushing you inside of a patisserie. 

“Salut,” the girl working called to the two of you as the bell clinged on the door.

“Darling, what would you like? We can take some macarons to go,” Loki asked, pointing to the pastries behind the glass.

You chose a few, and Loki rattled off your order in French to the shopkeeper, taking the bag from her and moving you to sit at a table in the corner for your crepes. 

“Can we stay in Paris for a couple of days? Just us, not any of the distractions from New York,” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder and accepting the bite he fed you. 

“Most certainly.” He kissed the sugar off of your lips before the two of you left for a park with your snacks for later. Loki held your hand as you walked along a low stone wall beside him, your eyes level with the extra height. 

“Y/N, you must know that you are so, so terribly loved.”

You turned and snaked your arms around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“I do not doubt your love, Loki.”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

; good enough

© @pedropcl

lee bodecker x fem!reader.

summary. your father invited you to his birthday party and things ended badly.

words. about 2.3k.

warnings, tags. nsfw, +18!!! drunk state, language, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, very brief degradation, mention of bodily fluids, very brief mention of violence. and i think that's all.

a / n. first time writing for this man that has me obsessed, so i hope y'all like it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You didn't want to be there, but it was your father's birthday and you couldn't miss it. More than thirty minutes had passed since the last time you saw your husband standing in a corner of the large living room, sipping from his glass of whisky and judging every guest around in silence. Lee hated your parents, your family, their friends. And you didn't blame him. Your family never accepted him, always repeating that he wasn't good enough for you, nor your interests. Except for your mom. She wasn't the only one who didn't treat him like dirt.

Once that you escaped from your father's arms, showing you as a trophy and trying to set you up on a date with one of his best friend's sons, you stepped out of the house to the back garden. It was cold outside, having to close your jacket around your chest as you closed both arms over it. Following the footprints on the grass, you reached the improvised parking where different cars were stationed. The smoke coming from nowhere called your attention, glimpsing Lee sitting on the hood of his black Ford. Cigarette in his left hand and bottle of whisky in his right.

You doubted for a second to interrupt his moment of peace for the first time in two weeks. Two long weeks where you barely had spent time together. He started holding over his shifts because, apparently, there was too much paperwork to attend. You couldn't help but think that he was raving mad about you, or about something you did unconsciously. But the real problem was that your husband never used to talk about his feelings or what was going in his mind.

“I think you've drunk enough”. You uttered watching him raise the bottle to his lips.

Lee chuckled ironically, shaking his head. “Lucky me I don' care”.

Frowning and with your mouth pressed closed, you walked towards his position to face him. He had never talked to you like that, but he was being honest, shrugging his shoulders to point it out a little more.

“I do. I do care”.

“Don' worry, darlin'. I ain't gonna shame you in front of your family”. He scoffed bitterly, finally sipping from his drink. “Watya' doin' here anyway? Party's indoors”.

“You're here tho”.

“And who fuckin' cares, uh? You were having so much fun inside with that… pretty boy who works in Wall Street”. Your husband mocked taking a drag from his cigarette. “We should divorce, don' you think? So you coulda go with him to the big city, and don' be stuck in… How d'your father call it? Knockemshit. Stuck with a… fat sheriff of a shitty town”.

Lee didn't notice the tears blurring your gaze till he raised his face. The bitter smile curving his lips suddenly disappeared, putting his pale blue eyes away from you because it was too painful for him to watch you cry. Your husband gulped hardly, kissing his teeth as he threw the cigar somewhere on the ground. You couldn't believe he really wanted to divorce you, wrapping your heart with a suffocating sorrow that barely let you breathe. He was your life and, after three years together, he seemed to not give a shit about it sometimes.

“I ain' like them”. You whispered sniffing.

“Tha' doesn' change the fact that you don' deserve a man like me. Your father is right. 'M a fucking loser compared to anyone inside his damn house”.

You loved Lee with all your heart, soul, mind, body. He was everything you want in your existence —your life. So damn obsessed with his touch, his kisses, his smell of wind and leather, his smile, that beautiful pair of pale blue eyes. You refused to believe he was talking seriously.

“You should be there. I— Imma go home, tell your mo—”.

Before your husband could finish his goodbye, you interrupted him by slapping his face. He didn't see that coming and you'd never imagine yourself hitting him. But you needed it, seeming the only way to stop him from abandoning you there. He kept his face away from you, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His drunkenness suddenly disappeared, pressing his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue whilst rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. You were so mad right now that you could set on fire the whole world.

And you were about to do it a second time when Lee caught your wrist in the air, painfully gripping his fingers around it to push you closer —chest against chest. Then, he raised his index finger. “Don' you fuckin' dare to try it again, y'hear me?”

You were furiously breathing, but not filling your lungs with air in reality, keeping your eyes on the blue ones that used to steal your heart every single day. It was like a contest of dominance you knew he always won. Any time.

Your husband didn't give you the chance to say sorry, slamming his lips on yours. A moan died in his tongue when it invaded your cavity while releasing your arm to fly his rough big hands to your ass, almost grabbing it all with his long fingers. Your digits went to the lapels of his leather jacket, not lasting too much there till finishing on the back of his head.

Lee was hungry for you, just like you were for him after two long weeks barely touching each other. Your husband devoured, sucked, and bit your lips, urging you to turn around enough to push you on top of the hood of his car. His hands pulled up the skirt of your dress, wanting to reach the waistband of your panties, receiving the great surprise that you weren't wearing any.

“You little dirty girl… Don' wantin' your Sheriff to lose time, uh?” He grunted with such an animal and eager tone, as he took care of the belt and the zip of his pants.

“I need you”. You sobbed against his lips, feeling his hands maneuvering between your legs.

At least, you were fast enough to cover your mouth with a hand when Lee rammed his rock dick into your soaked cunt, drowning in your palm a loud cry of pure satisfaction for being filled by your husband. Back and forth, he hit your body once and once, impaling you against the Ford still being furious by the way your father and friends treated him as if it was your fault. Lee was mad, really mad, digging his fingers in your hips to pin you on place and don't move, continuing fucking you harder and harder —challenging you to not be able to be quiet and make everybody heard how good he used to made you feel.

“Goddammit… you're so damn ti— tight, baby doll… So tight fo— for your daddy, ain' ya?”

“Yes… Yes, daddy”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong scent filling your lungs caused you to roll your eyes white, letting your soul leave your body while his cock attacked fiercely your pussy with no mercy. Your vocals were in sync with the screeching noise the car produced in every thrust straight to your guts. The pace was insane, intense than never before, and more pleasurable than you could imagine in your life.

Lee was aware how much you loved him, that you felt devotion for him. But sometimes —sometimes like those— he couldn't help but think he could lose you as soon as you realized who he was in reality. You didn't care. You weren't blind. You knew about his dirty laundry, his past, his sister (...). And you still wanted him with all your heart and body.

“Fu— Fuck, gonna put a… baby inside you”. He growled, wrapping his right around your throat to urge you to face him. “Y'want it, uh? D'you want dad— daddy to put a baby in that… beautiful belly?”

“Yes… please, Lee”. You whined with teary eyes, being too much pleasure for your body to handle. “Please, daddy… I wa— want you to… get me pre— pregnant with your child”.

Your husband's lips curved up in a petty smirk, pulling out from your dripping cunt, causing you to sob in disappointment. Lee managed to put you down on your shaky feet to turn you and force you to bend over the hood of his car. Ass upped, legs spread. He only took a second to stare at your glistening and abused folds in your arousal, prior to impaling you again. With a hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your head, your husband obligated you to arch your back as he continued banging your anatomy once and again.

At this point, you had forgotten your name, where you are, and if someone could hear how you cried pleased any time he crashed against your g-spot. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as Lee wasn't having any kind of compassion with your cunt, clenching unconsciously around his hard length. He knew then how close you were to cumming for him —because of him—, increasing the pace while you tried to find a place to put your hands on and find some balance to stay in place. As soon as the hand tangled in your hair landed back to your throat, you gripped five fingers around his wrist, enjoying the brief lack of air because of it.

“C'mon, my swe— sweet whore… Y'wanna cum for daddy, don't ya?”

His raspy and wrecked voice fell into your ear like an angelic melody, not being able to hold your moans anymore within your mouth. The knot inside your lower belly was bigger and bigger and suffocating, feeling how it could explode at any time. Lee shoved his cock non-stopping producing a sloppy obscene sound when his pelvis crashed against your ass, along the chink of his belt against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy… Daddy…” You called him while the tears started to fall again through your cheeks, this time, of absolute satisfaction.

You couldn't help but bite your lip strongly till the metallic taste of blood covered your tongue, letting yourself go as the knot bursted within your belly. The orgasm threw you above the edge with your husband's palm covering your mouth to not be heard or it would be really awkward to be caught by all the guests, even if he didn't care. He wouldn't mind showing that pretty boy from New York that nobody could fuck his little dirty girl better than himself. Oh, how funny it would be to see his face while your husband was ramming his cock into your abused pussy, cumming inside your tight walls, digging his teeth in your neck to mark his territory.

Lee came with a sensual and passionate hoarse gasp causing you goosebumps bristling your skin, burying himself balls deep to hold it inside the mix of your juices filling up your center. It felt like being in Heaven, although you weren't sure if you could walk after such an intense quickly, feeling your walls burning as his dick still twitching and stretching your cunt.

Your husband wasn't a man of kisses after sex, that's why he surprised you when tilted your face to his and pressed his lips on yours, panting, not caring about the lack of breath. It wasn't a lustful kiss either, more than a tender and fondly one, tasting your mouth, playing with your tongue.

Pulling out his semi-erection, Lee helped you to clean yourself with a tissue before using it to clean your arousal on him and toss it to the ground. As he put on his pants, you fixed your dress and your hair, turning around.

“You meant it?” You dared to ask, still having sorrow covering your voice. “Gettin' divorced… You mean it?”

“What?” He inquired, squinting confusedly until he realized what you were talking about. He chuckled holding your chin with two fingers. “You married me, darlin'. There's no other way you're gonna spend your life but with me. Willingly or not, you hear me?”

Lee raised both eyebrows very sure of his word before you nodded your head with a fleeting smile crossing your lips.

“Can we go home now…?”

“'S that what you want?”

You nodded your head a second time, while your husband placed his arms around you with hidden possessiveness to guide you back to your childhood's house. And of course, your father was enraged when you told him that you were leaving with your husband. He yelled at you and nobody tried to stop him till the moment he had the brilliant idea of pretending to lay a hand on you.

Lee punched him. Lee broke his nose. Lee made your father fall to the floor between the pretty boy's arms. And Lee never felt better in his whole damn life.

“Don't you ever come back to this house, if you leave now with this… bastard”.

“She doesn' need you”. Your husband cooed wrapping your neck with an arm, leaning slightly to borrow your purse. “Ma'am, my pleasure a see ya' again. The beef was delicious. G'night”.

You were yet processing what just happened, ashamed of the desire for your husband himself awakened inside you after watching him hitting your father. Lee could be a total asshole sometimes but one thing was undeniable: he loved you with all his heart and soul, he was obsessed with you since the very first time his oceanic eyes contemplated you walking down the street, smelling a bucket of roses you bought for yourself.

Never again you knew anything about your family. Not even when your son, called after your husband, was born. But you weren't sad. As Lee said, you didn't need them. You had your own family to take care of.

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Villainous thing Ch. 5

And I don't think anyone knows    

[AO3]  | [ Series Masterlist > | Ch. 4 ] Rating: Explicit   WC: 1.6k  | 15k Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Falling In Love, Retrograde Amnesia, Caretaking, Anxiety Disorder, Eventual smut, Choking, Consensual Kink, Face-Fucking, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Cane Porn Fandom: Sorcerer’s apprentice (2010)   Ship: Maxim Horvath x Reader Disc: Finding a man in an alley, unable to even remember his full  name, you  couldn’t help the offer of help. In NYC, people got hurt a  lot, if they weren’t looked out for, and in your neighborhood, people  helped each  other when they could. Somehow, you knew that the moment the smartly  dressed man had stumbled  onto your bed, things would change. Things  would be vastly different. If only he could remember who the fuck he was.

His hand was at the back of your neck, pulling your head forward, his cock deep in your throat, taking pleasure without letting you breathe. It only made you feel wetness pooling between your thighs, used as little more than a toy for Maxim. Long gone was the embarrassment that such a thought would have offered you before, and you couldn’t help the moan that built in your throat. 

Your lips bet the base of his cock, straining for breath as he held you down, holding air from your lungs.

“That’s right, Bunny,” he whispered. “Choke.” After a swallow, you did, his cock buried deep in your throat, your lungs finally burning. But you swallowed to push the urge down, the heavy feeling on your tongue too much to pass up. 

He pulled out only enough for a loud, gasping breath around his shaft, before he started to properly fuck your mouth. Saliva fell from your lips, his thrusts too much to even try and hold back how much your mouth was watering from the feel of him. 

Maxim pulled you off vastly too quickly, the sudden emptiness forced a whine from your lips, looking up at him expectantly. The tears staining your cheeks were brushed off by his thumb, a nearly cruel smirk on his lips. 

“You look so perfectly pretty with tears falling from your eyes,” Maxim suddenly praised, leaning down to press his lips to yours. 

“Please, sir,” you begged once he pulled away, blinking away the last of the tears. 

“Keep begging. You sound beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Please, sir, please. Fuck me.” Your thighs rubbed together to punctuate the words, and Maxim pulled you up with a strong arm, half throwing you on the bed. His hand slipped from your arm to your wrists, pinning both together on the sheets. His other hand pulled your ass up, your knees spread just enough to show you off for his eyes. 

“Don’t move your hands.” You quickly nodded against the bed, turning your head to look at him. 

“Yes, sir.” The tip of praise was clear on his lips, but he held it back, only smirking again. He shifted behind you, hands running over your hips, appraising the way you were positioned for him. It was a shock when one hand pulled back, only to slap your ass, a sudden flare of pain ripping through your body. It just didn’t seem to be enough, not yet. Your ass pushed back the slightest bit you could, and your hips shook to the sides to try and entrance him. 

“I can take more, Sir.” The sudden bold statement was enough for Maxim’s hand to flash against your ass in quick succession, pain suddenly much higher than the last slaps. The pinch on your hip was what got the whimper to fall from your lips. 

“You can take more, is that it?” In the sudden silence, you heard the soft whisper of leather and fabric running against each other, and the very, nearly inaudible tap of leather layered over itself. 

The next crack against you shot pain up your spine, a yell soon turning into a moan. 

“Yes, Sir. For you.” There was a moment of pause, before another strike fell. The mixture of pain and pleasure that started to whip through you made you lose count, and lose the pretense of knowing anything more than what Maxim was doing to your body. 

It wasn’t until his bare hand was resting between your shoulder blades that you realized he was done, pressing your chest into the mattress below you. You were quickly back into the position he wanted, thighs spread open for his view, shoulders deep in the blankets under you. 

“Don’t you dare move.” His fingers finally slipped into you, not even hesitating to slip in two at first, spreading your cunt open. He started to work the coil inside you rougher than he’d ever done before, his other hand moving to your clit. Each thrust of his fingers and circle of his thumb had you whimpering, almost ready to fall over the edge. 

Until Maxim’s fingers pulled out of you, and spanked you again, the sudden pain forcing your body to thrust forward, trying to get away. His wet fingers were on your hip, slowly guiding you back. Every second was a moment to build the realization that he’d forced you to break his rules. 

“I told you to stay still.” Your muscles tensed, trying to keep yourself from moving again. You didn’t even think of moving again until his fingers were back in you, playing with your pussy as he wanted. Each movement let lust rise in your head again, trying to keep yourself as still as you could for him. He demanded obedience, and you were hell bent on offering it to him. 

But he left you on the edge again, pulling his fingers out with another spank. You didn’t jerk forward this time, only turned your head into the blanket and bit the fabric, hard. 

A soft crack of magic sounded over your head, and when your wrists twisted, you realized Maxim had made ropes out of the blanket you had just been biting. 

A new sensation was inching its way up the inside of your thighs, moments later, warmth fading into a coolness of metal and mineral. His hand was on your lower back, sliding the head of his cane against your slit. 

“Do you think you can take more?” 

“Yes, please, sir.” He let the grip move to your clit, carefully rubbing out some pleasure into your body, before the ridges slipped into your cunt. Each crease of metal was glorious, and when he started to move the cane in you, stars appeared on the edges of your vision. The metal warmed up inside you, and moans started to spill from your lips on each thrust. 

“You’re on the edge, aren’t you, Bunny?” A quick nod against the blankets, and the cane slipped from you, only to be thrown next to you on the bed. Maxim didn’t take time to press his cock into you, his hands moving from your back to your wrists, easily pressing you to the bed with his strength, his lips on your neck. You bucked under him, trying to find that pleasure again. 

Maxim’s fingers moved to your clit, his hips flush against you, and you were quickly at the edge again. 

“Cum,” Maxim demanded, and you did, pressing your hips as far back against him as you could, thighs trying to jerk closed and keep his hand pressed against you. His knees pushed yours open, opening you back up for him. 

He finally fucked you in earnest, and if it wasn’t for Maxim pinning you, you knew that you would have been pushed forward on the bed too far. He was ravenous, and when his hand wrapped around your neck, the only thought you could find was to open your neck further for his grip, effectively cutting off more air. 

“Are you going to cum that quickly on my cock?” His words were venomous, and your head nodded in the little bit that you were able to. “Go ahead, my sweet little slut.” 

You couldn't help finishing again, pressing harder against his hand to cut off your breathing. His hand really fit perfectly against your throat. 

Maxim pulled out of you with a suddenness that was almost painful. His hand flipped you over, still tied up to the blankets. His hands took your knees, spread your legs open, sliding back into you as he placed your ankles on his shoulders, his sigh musical. When he laid down to press your legs against your torso, you almost whined at the strain, until his hand slipped to trace a line down your throat. His eyes finally met yours after too long, the power in his eyes taking over any complaint you may have had. 

“Do you have one more orgasm for me, Bunny?” His hips started to move, thrusting against your sensitive walls. 

“One more,” you whispered in promise, and your hands tightened into fists for just a moment, before relaxing, looking up at him with tears in your eyes again. You tried to lean up just slightly, wanting to catch his lips. His hand finally wrapped around your throat again, pressing you into the bed, cutting off any hope of a final kiss. 

His thrusts were rougher this time, fucking into you with abandon. It only took a rush of air into your lungs for you to cum a final time, your thighs trembling with the pleasure you were overloaded with.

You weren’t out of it enough to ignore the feeling of Maxim’s cum striping into you, his head thrown back in a groan. He leant back down, hand moving to his cane, and the ropes fell from your wrists, his hand guiding your arms to his shoulders, your legs falling around his waist. 

“Time to clean you up, Bunny.” You merely nuzzled into his neck, hardly registering when his arm was under your knees, the other behind your back, carrying you to that glorious tub that you’d since found out he could fit into with you. 

He’d brought you to his business, at last. At first, you’d assumed all the puzzle pieces you’d been given were mangled and coincidental, but as you were starting to find out with him, the universe loved coincidences too much for accidents. 

After all, Horvath was a pretty common last name, as you’d found out. 

The logo behind the secretary’s desk was vastly familiar to you. Elegant gold lined black onyx, a bold, capital I over an H just as bold and hard. 

Horvath Insurance. 

Without a thought, without even considering the repercussions, you turned and looked up at Maxim, and slapped him, the satisfying slap ringing around the room. 

“Maxim Horvath, do you know how much money you’ve been costing me the last few months?!”

But Love, your music requires no wings. To the common breed It clings, and it sings: “Heave on earth is Heaven indeed. This is my creed.” E.e. cummings

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