#i've been wanting to draw some messy hair hm...

[fanficwriter284]

can you do a fic (teenager chiffany) where they get caught by their parents, doing that... yk

Hi there anon and since they’re underaged um…it might not be to the extent you want it…BUT Sure…Also FYI Chucky’s abusive parents died when he was 11 so these parents are his adoptive/foster parents. Mary is his adoptive mom and Liam is his foster dad. Okay, we cool!? Sorry it's a tad bit short, it's been a while since I've written. Hope ya like it anon!!!

A shy crescent was beginning to glow, over Hackensack, home to Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt or more commonly known by his American name Charles Lee Ray and his now girlfriend Tiffany Delilah Valentine. The young 17 year olds had sat both with their tender fingers interlocking, and Tiffany’s leaning into Chuck’s slender torso. Tonight the young witty couple relaxed in Chucky’s bedroom since his parents had been out late watching a movie. Chucky hung his head as he listened to the wind's howling whisps, meanwhile the gothic blonde fiddled aimlessly with his twisted locks, gently wrapping a stray strand around her finger. The two teens simply enjoyed the others' silent company. All till Tiffany gave a gentle squeeze on her boyfriend's thigh drawing the brunette's attention.

“Hm?” he mumbled, cracking one eye open to see what Tiffany had been up to. 

Tiffany smiled looking up at him, now tracing his jawline with one of her sharpened nails, grinning seeing that Chucky allowed it even leaning further into her grasp. Slowly she cupped the side of his cheek, her touch gentle and full of loving warmth grazing against his slightly heating face. Slowly she pulled him closer, his iceberg's iris locking with her coffee brown ones with the two both instinctively shutting them as their lips touched. Their kiss tender at first with Chucky gradually pulling Tiffany closer and closer to him till there was nothing between them and Tiffany wrapping her limbs around his necks. The tenderness of the kiss soon exchanged for that of adrenaline passion, the two teens now wanting nothing more than to be closer pulling and grabbing each other tighter and tighter. Tiffany’s nails now digging into her boyfriend's scalp the pain of a radiating sting growing more and more prominent that Chucky ignored and grew to love the sensation of, and Chucky’s grabbing at Tiffany’s curved hips and torso, the two soon found their themselves pinned against the wall both longing for the each others touch.

However unbeknownst to the couple Charles' parents had returned home early from the movie, their car pulling into their driveway. Mary, Chucky’s adoptive mom had stepped out the vehicle reaching into her purse searching for the house keys.

“Oh don’t worry Mary I got em. You think Chuck’s gonna be happy we stopped to get him some pizza?” Liam, Mary’s boyfriend and Chucky's Foster father grinning wide as he unlocked the house carrying the fresh pizza. However much to his surprise the house was silent, curious he ventured upstairs to see what his son was up too.

“Hey sport your mom and I—” Liam could feel his jaw drop and his body cement to the ground in shock and absolute horror. Quickly the man averted his eyes and slammed the door shut and rushed downstairs to compose himself. 

Chucky swung his head up instantly his eyes widening, “shit”

Tiffany’s face flushed red as she sat up fixing her messy hair.

“T–Tiff you gotta go…Now” Chucky whispered, opening the window.

The blonde gave a silent apologetic nod before climbing out and sliding down a lonely tree that stood outside Chucky’ window.

…

“So was he happy about the pizza?” Mary questioned her native smile, contracting Liams look. Her look faded instantly seeing Liam's face twisting into one of concern.

“What’s wrong? Is Chucky okay?” she questioned

“He’s in great health….” Liam utterly lacked what to say, his mind still trying to figure out what he had just seen.

“Then what's wrong?”

“U–m M–Mary….C–Chuck was…having….well….he fully clothed if it makes you feel better”

The bright hue of Mary’s face drained as her eyes widened with each word Liam said.

“What”

…

After what felt like hours the couple finally managed to process their situation.

“I–I’ll go talk with him…I was his age once…I know what it’s like…” 

Mary nodded as she ran a hand through her long chestnut locks wishing she was dreaming.

Liam made his way upstairs, this time knocking on his foster son's door. “Hey Chuck”

“Go away Liam” Chuck retorted from the corner of his room his face buried in his pillow.

“I think we both know I can’t do that” he spoke softly, twisting the doorknob and setting into Chuck’s room. Quietly he stepped inside and sat himself beside Chuck.

“Look…Chucky…I know you’re growing up and things are changing with you” Liam pressed, his palms sweating at his discomfort from having the conversation.

Chucky only dug his head further into the pillow clenching his teeth, feeling his body tense in discomfort.

“A–And I know…you’re to want to…try new things…l–like you did tonight but it’s important that you do them in a safe and protected way….”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DAD PLEASE STOP” Chucky blurted tossing the covers off him.

Liam froze his lips tightening as he listened to Chucky and the word he used…Dad.

“I’M SURE IN THE FUTURE I’LL BE "THANKFUL" FOR THIS ADVICE BUT RIGHT NOW JUST LEAVE ME ALONE” Chucky yelled his face flushed with redness and embarrassment.

Liam backed off giving a slight nod, “Alright…I’ll give you space” he relented leaving the teens bedroom.

[mrsoharaa]

@auraee I'll explain the dream I woke up from yesterday morning here since it was quite a bit too long for a reply! ₍₍ (̨̡⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)̧̢ ₎₎

this is what happened! ; ( · ❛ ֊ ❛) ₊ ⊹

˗ˏˋ ❥ NSFW UNDER CUT! MDNI! ⚠️❗

sooo pretty much we were at this masquerade ball (he was on a undercover sort of mission) and I was just there (a feeble civilian lol), all dressed up in a long beautiful crimson gown, hair all messily but beautifully curled up into a wavy bun (loose strands falling from it and a bit on the side of my face by my ears), and the moment we locked eyes we knew things would get- tense. He surprisingly asks me for a dance and I, of course, agree, so we dance.

Tension runs higher and thicker between us, due to immense eye contact and lingering, wandering touches on each others bodies. And as the song mellows out- he pulls me close to him, his left hand on my waist as his right holds my own in such a delicate manner, leans forward (due to my short height lool) and hotly whispers into my ear that he needs a moment with me.

So he gently cups my hand, takes a quick look around the vast open space filled of people and murmurs something under his breath (he was communicating with another Spider person most likely).

Guides me away from the ocean room full of blabbering, laughing connoisseur's.

We eventually make it into the furthest peak of a languid hallway, traps me against the nearest wall with his looming body and just stares down at me longingly, almost hungry like.

Makes me a bit nervous- but also, thrilled me at the same time.

Tucks his fingers just beneath the base of my chin and tilts my head upward to meet his intent gaze. Things get more heated, as his lips finally finds mine in such a messy, greedy way.

Large hands roam all over me, lips entangled sloppily with mine as he presses his body firmly against mine. Pins me strictly against the marbled wall with his hefty weight.

Things get hotter and hotter as time goes by, and before I knew it-- this man had me bent over some flimsy, frail table lodged into the nearest dim storage/closet whispering/grunting unspeakable murmurs into my ear while ramming into me ruthlessly, my dress scrunched up above my sore waist, his piercing talons digging, scrapping along my heated, glistening skin as his fangs loom over my tender, plushy flesh.

Tells me that I've been taunting him all night, practically luring him without my knowing. Distracting him from his duties.

But I can't comprehend a single word- not when he was seven inches deep into my sputtering heat. Drool staining my deep maroon lipstick along the side of my puttering lips, eyes rolling to the back of my fuzzy head as my frail, small body shudders almost violently beneath his stocky weight.

His right hand that wrangled into my loose hair, pulling and tugging my head back almost rigorously, his torrid lips meet my pulsing ear once again, breathing and growling ever so heavily- animistic like.

"I knew you were going to be a problem the moment I laid e-eyes on you- fuck"

"You just couldn't stop undressing me with those bright round eyes of yours, could you cariño? you just couldn't look the other way and draw your needy attention away from me, hm?"

"¡Mierda! Te sientes tan bien, nena--!"

"Well, since you can't seem to keep your greedy, beady eyes off of me- you better keep them locked onto mine while I impregnate you"

"I want to see that stupid, beautiful dazed look in your pretty eyes while I fuck a baby deep into you, honey"

"You would like that huh? want my cum so deep in this tight, pretty pussy of yours? to have a strangers baby?"

"Heh, I know you would preciosa-- I can tell by the way your sopping cunt is clinging around me for dear life"

"Going to make you m-mine and mine only mi amor...you're gonna be such a beautiful, radiant mother hermosa" he'd grunt hoarsely deep into my burning, ringing ear, his left hand dragging down to the midst of my belly, pressing down onto my exposed skin, as he empties himself completely deep inside of me.

b-but yeah! that...that was what I woke up too yesterday ROFL OOF😵‍💫😵‍💫🫣

[pettyoddity]

happy 15th!!

[jaeminscoffee]

Enough. (m.)

Pairing- Jung Jaehyun x reader

Genre- Smut, Fluff towards the end.

Word count - 3k

Warnings- Harddom!Jaehyun, Sub!reader,Rough sex (are we shocked), manhandling, degradation, choking, overstimulation, strong language, hair pulling, spanking, slight size kink, dirty talking, Jaehyun is pissed.

(just realised this is the longest warning list I've made so like, buckle up, you're up for a really messy long ass ride)

Summary- Jaehyun had had enough of your behavior.

(Minors kindly try not to interact with my blogs!)

Jaehyun's life has been going at a very fast pace with the ongoing promotion of an ordeal according to you. 

Don't take it the wrong way, you were extremely happy that your boyfriend's getting promoted, but he's so caught up with it that you get the minimal attention from his side. Or so you think. 

Jaehyun is an extremely kind lad, but is an extreme disciplinarian. He is also highly patient, which you take a little too much advantage of. 

Take for example this one time the past week, Jaehyun had left early for a really important meeting when you'd decided to spam him with pictures, well not so moral. He wouldn't have minded if it was when he was in his cabin, but thinking it would've been something important seeing how many messages he was getting, he opened your texts, a picture of you in his favourite pair of lingerie took up it's place on his screen, and his fucking colleague got a glimpse of it. 

Strike one. 

Then came this time when he was busy completing a very crucial project, you texted him in bold "I'm in trouble' making Jaehyun's heart jump right up his throat. When he'd called you the very second, all he heard right after you had picked up the call was you whimpering, gasping his name slowly. You were touching yourself without his permission. 

Strike two. 

He could deal with all of that, stuffing the madness deep within him to not give you what you want, wanting to show you that your petty ways of grabbing his attention won't work on him. That just riled you up more. It got you even worked up seeing him walk in and out of the house with nothing but content on his face, no matter what you'd do. Want to scream at him? Well go ahead, Hm, silent treatment? Nah. Nagging should do the work, right? Wrong.

It's when he arrived home, all happy with the news he'd received at work when you decided to act up. 

"I'm home!" Jaehyun screamed from the entrance, loosening his tie, making his way towards where you were, the bedroom. 

"Babe! I've got good news--!" he got cut off, by you slamming yourself right onto him, holding him by the wall beside your bedroom door. 

"Have you been ignoring me?" you ask, voice gruff. Jaehyun's face seemed to contort, pondering when he'd done so. 

"No?" He answered, mostly questioning himself. You huff out, turning towards the side as the neediness from being lonely and untouched for over weeks got the best of you. You look at him, dead in the eyes, "Yes you did. You picked up none of my calls.-" he cut you off with his reasoning "I was in a meeting baby-" you cut him off this time, "And you ignored each one of my texts. You saw them, but didn't bother replying." 

Jaehyun let his eyes roam around your figure, draped in his black shirt, hair left free, face red from anger, chest heaving. He smiled knowingly. 

"I was busy, now would you be an absolute sweetheart and make me something while I go freshen up?" he ended with a hum, bending down to place a peck on your lips. 

"No." you reply, backing away from his body, walking backwards as you grip at the hem of your shirt, "No?" Jaehyun replied, now standing comfortably by the wall you'd shoved him onto with his arms folded over his chest. 

"No." you confirm, "Alright suit yourself." he shrugged, still standing there to see what you've got up your sleeves as you proceed to walk backwards in the direction of your closet. 

"I'm going over to Johnny's. At least he'd pay me more attention." you mumbled the last part, wantedly a little louder for him to hear. 

Jaehyun furrowed his eyebrows, he'd just gotten home. "And why would you do that?" he asked, stepping away from the wall, taking one small step towards you. "Because he knows how to give me attention and when." you reply loud and clear. Jaehyun visibly stiffened. 

You and Johnny had a history, you met Jaehyun through him, in fact. You guys were what your friends called friends with benefits. You'd cut off those ties and resorted to being best friends after getting into a relationship, of course. But Jaehyun always seemed hesitant to let you be alone with Johnny, but still gave you the freedom to do so. 

"What did you just say?" his voice gravelly as he took another step towards you. Jaehyun's sudden shift of demeanor makes you flinch the slightest. "I said, he knows how to give me attention and when, better than you for that matter."

Now that was strike three. 

Jaehyun's eyes darkened, as his built figure took long, fast strides towards you, scaring you a little, knowing you'd crossed the line. He stopped just an inch in front of you making you crane your neck to look at him, him lowering himself to be eye level with you. 

"What are you trying to get on, Y/n." Jaehyun asked, the pent up frustration of over time finally getting to him, gripping your shoulders in a tight hold making you hiss under your breath. 

Clearing your throat, you look down, then back up to his eyes, "Literally nothing. All I said was I'm going out to Johnnys" you stare at him with the same intensity his gaze held. Jaehyun's eyes narrowed, "Give me the exact reason." he asked, voice multiple octaves low. "Exact reason?" he hummed, "Well because my boyfriend won't fucking touch me so i have to seek help from my fuck buddy. There, happy?" 

You blink and next second you feel yourself being thrown down onto the sheets, earning a short gasp from your mouth. "Starting to whore around again, huh?" he spoke through gritted teeth, stripping out of his work suit, his biceps bulging as he removed his tie, his wrist watch, discarding only the watch by the side table, tie still in hand. 

"Well, whores get treated like whores." Jaehyun looked at you the way one would look at their prey. You whimper, his words, his aura, his voice all going straight to your core, sending shocks all throughout your body. "Strip." he ordered, standing tall, tie wrapped around his palm, arms folded over his chest, shifting his weight from one leg to another, body still adorning his white formal shirt and the black office pants, shirt tucked in making him look ethereal. 

You immediately comply, having waited for this all about the week, the only real material to remove being his shirt that had lifted up your thigh from how he'd thrown you onto the bed. 

You sit on your knees waiting for his next command. Jaehyun let out a throaty chuckle at your innocent gaze. He walked over towards the edge of the bed, gesturing with his hands for you to come over. You crawl over to him, sitting on your knees once again. You see him unwrap the tie and hold it in one hand, the other reaching out, "Give me your hands." he said in a throaty voice. You hesitate to do so, not wanting to be snatched of your freedom to touch him. 

You look at him with the most appealing, seductive look you could muster, trying to change his mind, all Jaehyun did was stare at you, boredom visible in his eyes. He waited, raising his eyebrows as you looked down at your hands that were resting on the bare flesh of your thigh. Jaehyun clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed, he took hold of your hands in a tight grip, "I don't like repeating myself, baby" he fumed, placing the silk clothing around your wrist, wrapping it multiple time before tying a knot tight enough to leave a bruise, making you wince, "And you know that." with one last tug at the knot, he backed away. 

Jaehyun removed his shirt, ripping it basically and all you could do was stare at him with lust oozing out of your eyes. At the sight of your boyfriends toned torso, you let out a silent moan, reaching your hands down between your thighs with your now tied up wrist, trying to soothe the aching. "Touch yourself and you won't even be allowed to fucking come." He growled, discarding the belt and his shirt, the only clothing on his body being his pants. You flinch at the tone of his voice, subtly brushing the tip of your finger on your clit, removing it immediately at his words. 

"Good. At least you know who does what here." Jaehyun exclaimed with voice dripping dominance, walking towards the bed once again and onto the bed, sitting the same way as you, still being taller. He trailed his hands up from your stomach, through the valley of your chest, and towards your neck, wrapping the elegant digits around the muscle, applying pressure, pushing you down onto the mattress. 

You look at him eyes wide, as the pressure increases, "Tell me, princess. Why have you been acting up lately?" Jaehyun inquired, hovering over your body, his broad shoulders covering you almost fully, the feeling of being powerless making your essence drip down onto the sheets 

"Answer me, bitch." he raised his voice, grip tightening around your neck, "J-jae-" you tap his hands, trying to let him know the pressure was too much. He didn't seem bothered though, until you frantically tried your hardest to gather as much oxygen as you could, he loosened just the slightest. 

"I-i'm sorry.. " was all you could get out, his eyes roaming all over your face before leaning down and capturing your lips in a rough kiss. Finally having some sort of your skinship with your boyfriend making you feel ecstatic as you allow yourself to slip into your subspace. Jaehyun swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, then biting it hard enough to draw a small amount of blood, making you gasp out loud, him taking advantage of your open mouth, slipping his tongue in. 

The exact moment, without you noticing, his hands had trailed down your body, towards your throbbing core, cupping the heat before shoving two digits straight into your wetness. 

You scream into the kiss, Jaehyun gulping down the sound, pulling away to hear your moans that were so addicting to his ears, the only thing keeping you attached being a string of saliva. 

Jaehyun didn't like it slow, his pace inhumanly fast in thrusting in and out of you, drawing moans after moans from you. 

"Look at you squirming already, tsk." He laughed, looking down at where his fingers disappeared in you, essence splattering each time he pulsed in. 

"J-Jae!" you tug at your wrist, wanting something to hold onto as he kept going, fingers curling in you making you jerk as you feel the tip of his fingers brush against your soft spot. 

With the actions of his skilled fingers, his gaze and the constant taunts, you felt yourself being dragged towards your high, expecting Jaehyun to slow down at the feeling of your wall clenching around his fingers, but all he did was smirk at you, moving downwards and increased the speed of his arms, the other wrapping around your middle to keep you in place as you thrash around, feeling your orgasm rip out of you. 

Jaehyun gave you one last smug look, before lowering himself, capturing your bundle of nerves in his mouth, fingers still going on about wanting to force another orgasm out of you.

You try closing your legs, the action making Jaehyun graze his teeth on your clit, removing his mouth from it right after, only to give your core a slightly rough smack, "Keep it open, baby. You wanted this." he mumbled against your core, vibrations of his voice travelling up your stomach, making your nipples painfully perk up, then resumed sucking and tugging on the sensitive bud. 

"jesus, fuck!" you cry out, not being given the chance to come down from your high, making you shut your eyes tight. 

Jaehyun dragged his fingers out slow, shoving it in with full force, watching you lift your back off the sheets, making the boy chuckle. His fingers fastened, if that was possible, tongue circling the clit, as you feel yourself near your second orgasm. 

"Ah, you're close again. Good, good." he spoke against your south lip, the feeling drawing you straight towards your high, as you feel a tear slip out of your eyes. 

Jaehyun immediately removed his fingers, lapping up the juices sprawling out of you, watching you twitch from being overstimulated. Eating you up clean, he backed away from your burning body, quickly discarding his pants alongside his boxer, chucking it somewhere behind him as you turned towards your side from the slight pain in your abdomen. 

Jaehyun looked at you, all fucked out, boosting his ego up further, as you desperately tried catching your breath. Futile. 

He let himself crawl back up your body, his hands removing the stray hair falling on your face, brushing his fingers through your tangled hair as you let yourself melt at his soft action. Funny, because the next moment, he gripped your roots, pulling you back onto your back making your breath hitch. "I had you come twice in less than 10 minutes, princess. You think Johnny could've done that?" he grunted, his painfully hardened dick now aligned by your entrance, making you squirm away as much as you could, Jaehyun keeping you in place with his hands tangled in your hair.

"Why the fuck are you silent now? Huh? Finally feeling bad for your sorry ass?" he tugged at the roots once again, making you shut your eyes tight at the pain, wanting freedom to move your hands however you want, being restrained by his necktie around your wrist.

Jaehyun dragged his length over your wetness, lubricating it before shoving it in completely, "Good, b-because i rather prefer you moan than use that annoying voice t-to talk about another guy" he grunted, the wetness and your tight walls feeling pleasurable on his member. 

You let out choked moans, letting Jaehyun ram himself inside you, tears continuously flowing down your cheeks. Jaehyun removed his hand from your hair, placing it beside your head instead to balance himself over you as he set a fast pace in going in and out. 

Jaehyun groaned, letting all his anger out by torturing your core, "Ja-jae slow down, I'm sensi-t-tive" you blurt out, mouth wide open. You hear him growl, pulling out of you, instead of saying anything, he flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips up in the air, before shoving his length back in. You let out a loud enough scream, clenching around his member, "That h-hurts.. " you cry out, keeping yourself up the best you could with your tied hands. "It should. With how you've been acting, you fucking deserve it." Jaehyun spoke, moving his hips against yours once again. In all honesty, you didn't want him to slow down, the pain not too unbearable, just perfect enough to be extremely pleasurable. 

Busy trying to focus on the feeling of his member moving in and out of your numb walls and trying to control your breath, you fail to notice one of his hands leave your waist, rubbing the flesh of your ass in a circular motion, lifting it up and bringing it down with full force, making you yelp at the sudden contact, "That's for being a fucking slut the entire week" his hands came down again, smacking the exact same spot, "That's for distracting me during work" you moan out, feeling your climax come closer with each smack, "That's for touching yourself." he groaned. 

He rubbed the reddening skin, bringing it back down with all his power, "That's for thinking about Johnny when I'm your fucking boyfriend" he finished, feeling you clench around his member as you reach your high. 

"And now she's coming again, fucking pathetic." he swore, your wetness producing squelching noises each time he pushed in, your overly dripping cunt now simply aching, unable to feel pleasure anymore. 

"J-jae i can't.." you say out in a strained voice, arms giving out as you lean your upper body down onto the mattress completely. "You can take a little more, and you will." he replied, going faster as he felt himself nearing the edge. Thrusts sloppier, Jaehyun reached out forward, gripping your hair once again, making you arch your back in a painful angle, as he held you there. His other hand reached out around your body, rubbing your clit in fast, circular motion, wanting you to come along with him. 

You tug at your wrist again, feeling the material pierce through your skin, making you cry out loud with pain both in your core and your wrist. 

You bite down your lips, feeling Jaehyun halt his hips, seeds coating your wall, the feeling having you experience an intense orgasm. 

He pulled out after emptying himself in you, your cries getting muffled, you feel both your juices drip down your thighs as Jaehyun gently lay you down. 

He took a hold of your hands, removing the tie, wincing at the red bruises, placing soft pecks all over the bruised area, he mumbled out a sorry, to which you just nodded your head. 

Jaehyun moved his body to sleep beside you, placing a kiss on your forehead as he ran his hands up and down your back in a comforting manner, making you calm down, "You okay?" he asked softly, you murmur out a faint yes, snuggling up his chest. 

After minutes of silence, the pain finally reducing the slightest, you ask Jaehyun, "you said something about having a good news..?" you whisper out loud enough for him to hear, eyelids growing heavier. He laughed out at your question, looking down at you, placing his chin on top of your head.

"Oh yeah, i got promoted."

[nvvermore]

Into You

Amaryllis delivers on the promise they made the last time they were alone with Julian

words: 1536

cw: blood/injury

NSFW: oral sex, deep throating, pain play, dirty talk, semi-public sex, cum swapping

accompaniment

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“It seems you aren’t afraid of danger,” Amaryllis taunts.

“Afraid of danger? Why, Amaryllis, I live for it,” Julian throws his arms out wide. “Positively enchanted by danger, I am.”

“Is that so? And pain doesn’t scare you either?” they ask, even though they’re more than certain they’ve guessed the correct answer by now.

“Why should it? In my line of work, you can't be afraid of a little pain. One might say I have… intimate knowledge of it.”

“’Intimate knowledge’, hmm?” Amaryllis places a hand on his waist and takes a step forward, pressing lightly at the wound. Julian swallows, and then grins at them.

“Oho. Are we dancing? What, er. What’s your position? Tango? Waltz?” They take another step, pressing fully at the wound now. “I’ve heard you dance an excellent polka-” The injury hardly seems lethal, and while Amaryllis is no healer, they can sense how the wound is slowly mending on it’s own. His pain level is indicated by the way Julian bites his lip and makes a muffled noise as his back hits the shoddy brick and Amaryllis crowds him against it.

His visible gray eye is clouded with desperation as he looks down at them. “S-so, not the waltz then. Pity, I've been known to cut a rug-“ Amaryllis presses down on the bite, the blood soaking through his shirt staining their fingertips, and he moans.

Oh, he likes the pain alright.

His fingers dig into their shoulder, gripping them like a lifeline as he starts to slide down the wall. “Amaryllis-“

“Ah ah, stay on your feet, Ilya.” It’s a risk, using his given name, what with the way it sent them into a fit of pain yesterday at the shop. “I have an idea, if you’ll hear it.”

“Anything for you,” he gasps out.

“Good boy,” they purr. “Remember yesterday, what I said I’d do to you next time?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“I should hope not.” If they were being honest, they hadn’t either. “Now, gloves off. I want to feel your hands in my hair.”

“I um, are you sure this is the best time, the guards-“ Amaryllis’s free hand trails down to palm at the visible hardness in his trousers.

“Then, you’d better stay quiet and come quickly.” Julian nods, and strips off his gloves and drops them onto the ground. “You remember the word I gave you?”

He nods again. “Yes, ‘hemlock’- I don’t mean it right now thou-“ The beginnings of his rambling is cut off by Amaryllis dropping to their knees before them. “Ohhhh...”

“I’m never the one who gets down on their knees,” Amaryllis’s hands remain exactly as they were, every so often applying pressure to both his side and his cock. “But, this gown is a lost cause anyways,” they lock their ruby gaze onto his flushed face, “and I can’t deny that you’re special.”

Then, Amaryllis leans forward and begins to undo the fastenings at his waist with their teeth. Above them Julian gasps, and they feel his hands hover above their head for a moment before— so gently— threading his long fingers into their crimson hair. As efficient as they are, it's only a moment until the sash at his waist drops to the ground and they’re untucking his blouse and pulling his cock from his pants. Normally, they’d prefer to tease him much more thoroughly, but this wasn’t the time. It could be the right place though, another time, when they weren’t running from guards.

“Oh, gods,” Julian breathes, and his grip in their hair tightens.

“Remember, be quiet, lest the guards catch us,” they whisper, and he nods, expression shifting into something even more debauched. “Oh, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Unbeknownst to him, Amaryllis casts a simple silencing spell over the two of them. Certainly they don’t expect him to be capable of actually staying quiet without anything in his mouth to keep him that way.

With one hand, Amaryllis begins to stroke him, teasingly slow and wine-colored lips teasingly close.

“Getting caught with your cock in my mouth, I’m sure it would be quite the surprise.” Their thumb passes over his slit, and Julian is already failing at keeping quiet. “I’m sure some of them would love to stop and watch.” Amaryllis ghosts their lips ghost down his shaft. “And I bet some would even want to join in.” In an instant they go from slow and teasing, to swiftly running the flat of their tongue up the underside of his cock, swirling it around the head. Julian groans, only slightly muffled by how hard he’s biting his lip.

“If you’d let them, perhaps they could be persuaded to spare you. You could switch places with me, get on your knees, hm?” Julian looks as though he’s going to offer some sort of response, but he’s cut off by Amaryllis taking him into their mouth. Instead, he can only cry out, pulling a hand from their hair to cover his mouth with. They hum, before pulling off with a ‘pop’. “Did I say you could take your hands off of me?”

“Ah, no, I- I’m sorry.” he stammers out, replacing his hand. As punishment— albeit not a very good one— they press down hard on his side. This time, he bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Amaryllis wraps their spit-slick lips around him again, looking up at him through their long lashes with cheeks hallowed. In one swift movement, they take him fully, the tip brushing their throat, and Julian let out a string of swears above them. He avoids looking in their eyes, and when they swallow around him, he pulls on their hair and they moan at the feeling, setting him off over and over again.

They pull off of him, leaving behind messy smears of lipstick. “Already so close? After only a few minutes? Perhaps I should draw this out some more.”

Julian finally looks down at them, growing even more flushed at the sight of Amaryllis mouthing at his cock so casually. “No, I- please, you feel so good,” he pleads.

“Hmmm…” Amaryllis hums with their lips on him. Lazily, they swirl their tongue around him, shallowly taking him in and only giving him a few short bobs of their head. Just when he seems like he’s least expecting it, they suddenly sink down on him until their nose brushes against the neat auburn curls at his base.

“Ahh, you’re so good, your mouth is so perfect-“ Not that Julian would know, but his words flip something of a switch for Amaryllis. They start to suck him off in earnest, all while putting more and more pressure on his side. His knees seem to threaten to buckle, and thank the gods they had the foresight to cast that silencing spell, because he also forgets any attempt to stay quiet. More praises and moans fall from his lips, and they do well to encourage Amaryllis, and they wrap their other hand around him to pump in tandem with the slick drag of their mouth.

And it isn’t much longer at all until he comes, his cry even louder and more wanton than he’d sounded yesterday. Amaryllis is careful not to waste or swallow a single drop of his cum, pleased to savor the bitter taste. Julian’s chest is still heaving, dazed and out of breath as they rise to their feet and wrap their arms around him.

When he opens his eye, Amaryllis opens their mouth, tongue lolling out carefully to show off. Julian seems to read their mind then, and before they can kiss him, as planned, instead he crashes his lips against theirs. He wastes no time in slipping his tongue past their lips to chase a taste of himself in their mouth. They exchange sloppy kisses until all his cum is swallowed by one of them.

“It’s a little embarrassing,” Julian says between pecks to their lips, “this is the second time you’ve, um, brought me to finish so quickly, I promise I’m not always like this.”

“Oh even if you were, I like it.”

Just like during yesterday’s afterglow, their kisses gradually turn from heated to leisurely, Julian boneless against them. Amaryllis runs their fingers over the spot at his side, relieved to find no sign of the previous wound.

Amaryllis would be content to stay here longer, see what other trouble they could get up to together. But of course, it isn't much longer until armored footfalls are heard from the street right outside the garden.

“Well, time to go,” Amaryllis whispers against his lips.

“But what about me getting on my knees?” Julian jokes, though they’re certain he really would enjoy such a thing. Maybe, after they solved all his problems, they could arrange for such a scene. Amaryllis rolls their eyes at him as they refasten his belts and collect his gloves.

“I want you on your knees before me,”

“Oh, oh… That’s a much better idea than-“ he clears his throat. “Come, I know a place we can lay low for a while.”

They take his offered hand. “Lead the way, Ilya.”

[elizabethrobertajones]

Saw you've been sucked into the MMO life in the form of FFXIV and I was wondering if you had any input into the debate I've been having about what class archetypes tfw would play. I think Sam would be most likely to tank because it requires a reasonable amount of leadership and is also more of a quiet, backbone type role compared to dps. Dean seems more the type to be singularly focused on the big damage hits tbh. He also tends to take more of the charging in and fighting role in their normal life with Sam being the one reading up on everything more carefully and being his backup. Which leaves Cas as healer which may just be me projecting because I play healer/support at every opportunity but literal angel healing aside I think that sorta fits too, he cares a lot for them and tries to keep them safe and shield them as best he can in their adventures? Idk half formed thoughts please completely contradict me if you want I'm genuinely curious about other people's opinions here

Heyooo :D It is less sucked into and more like I’ve returned to the warm cushiony nest of MMOs lol

If you’d asked me back when I was a WoW player I’d have fully agreed because you could only have one class per character and these are definitely the snap decisions that the fam would make when on the character screen. Dean would grab the sexiest DPS, Sam the stoutest tank especially as he’s the one who has read into the classes and strats beforehand, and Cas would ask what to do and be given the healer role because the other two in this scenario would know better about the game and sort of lump it onto him like, oh, we need a healer and you can do this.

(In my own gaming journey, this is what my friends and brother did to me, as they needed a healer to round out their party... I took druid because it was spoopy, and discovered in WoW that while you can’t change classes you can pay gold to respec your character’s role within that class... Promptly re-specced to a melee dps/tank feral druid instead of the healer one, and had a lot more fun :D)  

In FFXIV you can take all the classes on your character (which I have done, natch) and it’s a much more interesting levelling approach, especially seeing how my friends playing the game have gone when it comes to taking classes as they level and why they claim to have tried and then rejected others. It’s an enormous personality test, even for peeps like me and my brother who have all the classes up at max level, which ones we prioritised and which ones we sort of struggled with or found a bit meh. 

Hm so in the scenario that Charlie comes bursting into the Bunker demanding that she needs some friends for dungeons and raids and they’re all sitting on their asses scrolling the internet between a case, they can bloody well play final fantasy with her for a bit, let’s go for some headcanons :D Long because FFXIV has become my current obsession and I have the same in-depth feels about it as I do about SPN but I just never get to write about them with anyone... 

First off, Sam of course has deep nerdery about it and will ask Charlie a ton of questions about what the right class to play is and do the same thing as we’ve already discussed and go for Paladin (which starts as gladiator), and also take all the crafting and gathering side classes because he’s a nerd and you learn nonsense lore while doing it. He’s also in the same starting zone as Thaumaturge which transitions to Black Mage and I BET he’d be tempted to have a little safe witch!Sam emotional release on the most un-Sam class. It’s the big unwieldy spell caster whose literal class quests and stuff make fun of how you’re small and squishy and will be standing in a very bad spot debating whether to finish a long-cast spell and get hit or stop DPS and run for safety. I think he could do with the perspective and learning to be selfish either way to blow off steam from tanking and also learn to prioritise himself IRL :’D Also the paladin quest is WEIRDLY pro-cop from 30 onwards for some reason until the writers saw sense and just. stopped. doing paladin stuff and went back to the Gladiator storyline for the class quests, so idk if he’d enjoy that or start to question other things. Whatever it is he’s getting challenged XD

At 60 he grabs Gunbreaker because it sounds more cool and is thankfully way less emotionally stressful tanking as it’s entirely about being a badass bodyguard and sick flips. This is far more aspirational for Sam, especially as he could just tie a knife to a sawn off shotgun and do these moves for real in his day job. He won’t, but like with black mage, the thought that he COULD is very emotionally satisfying to him.

He might also have decided to check out scholar to see how healing is but idk if he would be able to handle Dean teasing him for having a fairy follow him around so he’d only dabble with the nerd class on the side :P  

Now, Dean can’t take ninja until level 10 or machinist (gun shooty DPS class) until 50, so his start point as DPS would either be pugilist (eeeey brass knuckle class!) or the other DPS classes to start with are Thaumaturge/Black Mage, Arcanist/Summoner, Archer or Lancer. Now. He’d probably think the first two are sissy because magic is for girls/arcanists literally only have a book as a weapon. Archer becomes bard and I think is ultimately a place he’d be very happy as it is a very supportive class to the whole party and basically the mom friend class. But I would love if he went lancer/dragoon because the level 50 class weapon is (folklore inspired name) “Gae Bolg” and every time I equip it I can’t help giggling at the name even though I know it’s a real thing and I shouldn’t. But. Like. It’s the class about waving enormous lances around. It’s got Implications, and Dean is drawn to those. 

He’d probably, however, take rogue/ninja as soon as he could because stabbing things with knives, and the class trainer is the kinda guy who’d have wild gay tension with him while they both try to boast about women to each other, were they to meet irl. Ironically, the rogue trainer (a womanising charmer) and the ninja trainer (an intense, honourable guy bad at social cues even among his own people who ends up falling from grace and choosing to stay in the vicinity of said rogue trainer) are an interesting pair of NPCs to teach Dean about where to stick knives. :) 

He’d go back and power-level dragoon once he starts Heavensward though, because Aymeric is also super intense with messy dark hair and big blue eyes that see right through you. :D He’s getting that gae bolg for him, you know? 

If they’re going to bully Cas to be their healer, he’d probably get really dedicated to the discipline especially as he can stay up all night to play and doesn’t need to take breaks to pee so he’d probably level conjurer/white mage (nature healing) and scholar (ancient book lore with a class quest which mixes ancient curses on a whole people, family drama and a bit of interspeciesish love) and then also pick up astrologian, which is good because it’s spooky star and making your own fate magic. The storyline for that is garbage in the sense that it’s really weakly written, but my favourite character randomly picks up AST in the latest expansion, and has an absolutely fucking wild subtextual romance with another character, including SPN level adopting of a random child who matches Jack in many respects, with said character. And in many respects emotionally they’re Cas and Dean but without any of the personal baggage between them specifically so they really are just chill and married, whatever else they’re stressed about (I say, dreading the next patch is going to finally bring up some questions about what is going on with them as it’s getting weirdly conspicuous while still utterly unsaid). So I would hope if Cas started projecting onto an astrologian character it would be him :P 

Cas also would get into summoner as the other branch of scholar because honestly those two classes are about as close to the random sigil drawing and reading things from books etc analogy to his own occult magic, except you can summon cool dragons and elementals to fight for you. 

they’d buy Jack a boost to 60 and he’d pick up dark knight and white mage probably just to subtly fuck with Dean 

(I am still not over Dean trying to test him to see if he was evil or not by whether he chose devil or angel cake) 

[rieson]

@pebbsie submitted; hi, I’d like to request a male one piece matchup please, I’m a petite 5’2 girl, INFJ, I have long ash brown hair, and deep blue eyes, pale skin w a beauty mark next to my left eye, and hella long eyelashes. I’m always looking to the future and have a let’s get this done attitude, I’m insightful, passionate and open minded. My love language is quality time, to me it doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re doing, it’s the time together that counts. I also love to draw and play the ukulele w a nice cold Irish cream | thank you ♡

hello ! aa, i can tell you're a soft-spoken person from this, thank you for requesting a match-up, i match you up with . . .

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Trafalgar Law!

It's no secret that Law loves cute/petite things (just look at the way he treats bepo 🥺)

Law probably met you in accident, the most likely scenario to happen was that Law happened to heard you playing your ukulele when he was doing restocks in the current island and he was just...attracted to it.

Like, the melody of your ukulele just has some sort of pull to him, you know?

He doesn't even know why but his body moved to the sound he heard the ukulele playing from.

And that led him to you; sitting in the middle of a grass field while your fingers gracefully strings your ukulele.

Safe to say he was intrigued.

Finishing playing the last song you had in mind, you glanced down at your ukulele and smiled fondly at it.

"That was a nice tune." A deep, yet monotone voice spoke out; successfully startling you, causing you to flinch.

After finally calming down, you gathered the courage to look up to the owner's voice and saw a tall man, with messy raven hair, goatee, and tattoo's covering his arm, holding a sword in his arms lazily.

Gulping, you gave him a small timid smile, "Thank you, I've been practicing"

The man raises and eyebrow at the nervous behavior before something clicked in him and reminded him to apologize at the sudden entrance.

"Ah, sorry for startling you, I didn't mean to. I just heard your ukulele playing from afar and got curious."

"It's fine! I was just....wasn't expecting any company" You let out a small chuckle.

The man hums, "The name's Trafalgar Law. That was a really nice melody though, are you self-taught?"

"I'm Pebbsie, and yea I'm...self taught"

After that, he'd ask you if you would like to accompany him and buy some groceries and show him where to buy said groceries because he wasn't familiar with the island.

You ran into his crewmates while getting the groceries once or twice though; you met shachi first, he was ..interesting to say the least.

"Yeah, the herbs in this island is actually pretty affective for sicknesses like those, i really didn't believe it worked at first, but I was proven wrong." You let out a small laugh.

The man; who you soon learned the name of Law, gave a small smile i'm return "I'm not that surprised though, sickness like those tend-"

"CAPTAAAIIIINNN!!" You heard a loud yell coming towards you.

Law's face switched to annoyance.

A man soon came into your vision of sight, he had messy red hair that was contained by a weird killer whale (orca) hat, wore black sunglasses, and was wearing a white jumpsuit.

The man, abruptly stopped in his tracks at the sight of you.

"W-W-WHOA!" He yelled out, still shocked at the mysterious girl holding an ukulele in her hand besides his captain.

You shift nervously, obviously getting uncomfortable by the unknown red-head's ogling gaze at you.

Your new friend; Law noticed this called the red-head out on it.

"Shachi-ya stop your ogling, you look like an idiot and you're making her uncomfortable."

You sent him an appreciative smile, he gave a small smile as if he was saying 'Its fine.'

"S-Sorry captain! Who's this pretty Lady here?" He snaps out of his daze, pointing at you.

An irk mark appeared on laws forehead, "It's rude pointing at people Shachi-ya, introduce yourself first atleast."

That seems to snap the man; 'Shachi-ya(?)' out of his imaginations as he quickly putted down his arm.

"Sorry! My name's Shachi, you?"

"Pebbsie..." You replied, albeit a bit timidly.

You soon learned that Shachi; was Law's crewmate, also soon learning that the tattooed man was a captain of a pirate crew.

A pretty popular one at that.

But you didn't even flinch at the newfound information; not even blinking.

You just....accepted it and asked Law if he still needed the herbs he was originally looking for.

If Law wasn't interested in you before, he sure was now.

Law ended up asking you if you were willing to join his pirate crew; you weighed the pro's and cons of the offer and ended up accepting the offer.

The crew took a liking to you, no doubt.

You're now officially the Heart Pirates Tactician!

Moving on, Law has developed feelings for you over the past few months you've officially joined his pirate crew.

He'll start arguing in his head wether if it was just a small crush or if he did really love you.

It took him awhile to admit it (he kept denying that he loved you) but after awhile of arguing with himself, he'll bring it up casually one day and confesses to you.

"Hm, you know what?" Law starts.

Looking up from your ukulele, you saw Law gazing at you softly, you let out a sound of curiosity.

"I've liked you for awhile now, Pebbsie-ya."

You accepted his feelings, confessing how you felt about him too.

Now, onwards about your relationship with Law !

You both agreed that you wouldn't rush and would take the relationship slowly; you both were content with the agreement so nothing went wrong.

Law absolutely loves the fact that your love language is Quality Time, because we all know he isn't the type to give affection alot.

He'll try his best to plan a date every month, if you both are REALLY busy; he just likes having you in his office, not saying a word to eachother and instead basking in each other's presence.

Law gets lost whenever he locks eyes with you, like ??

Your eyes, they remind him of the ocean; so deep yet so calm.

Catch him staring at your blue orbs for no reason at all.

Law also loves the fact that you're good at drawing, you help Bepo with drawings maps now and it made him happy to see both his favorite things in the world go along so well.

Often times, when Law cannot sleep for the life of him, he'll come to your cabin and ask if you could play a tune for him to daze off to.

It always work, thus you have gained the nickname of 'Captains sleeping ticket' by the crew because only you can make him go to sleep.

He loves that you're open-minded, always up for any ideas he has in mind.

Law oftens just stop by to see how you're doing and admire your face; his hands trailing over your features - including your beauty mark.

Also, one of the things Law loves about your relationship with him is the huge height difference!

Like bruh .....you look so small compared to him, not to mention the fact he always looks like he wants to kill a man and then there's you by his side; having a soft aura around you that everybody feels attracted to.

It's a funny sight, not gonna lie-

Overall, your relationship with Law is pretty steady.

You were that calming presence he desperately needed; and he was your reminder to cherish every moment that comes to you.

sorry if law isn't the most compatible, although this is only my take on who would balance well with you.

You and him keeps eachother stable.

did i take it too far?? maybe, i'm sorry !! i really got into writing this, it was just so fun.

note; not proofread! so i apologize for any grammatical errors.

[lousimusician]

Sex Pollen Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: You and Peter decide to break into your dad's lab when Peter comes across an interesting plant.

A/N: This is me aggressively ignoring the events of endgame by writing something with Peter. Also I think that movie fixed my writers block because I've been writing nonstop this whole week.

Warning: Language, smuttyish(kinda)

[Peter and the Reader are both 18]

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Peter quietly observed you while you were hunched over your desk in the corner of your room, playing around with a piece of technology you stole from your dad.

Peter was currently on the ceiling, looking down at you. He was incredibly bored and as much as he loved to just admire you while you concentrated, he couldn't stand the silence that came with it.

He watched as you quietly got frustrated and leaned back in your chair, head back and eyes closed. Peter took this as his que and slowly lowered himself, upside down from the ceiling by a web. He stopped once his face was leveled to yours. He watched as you took in calming breaths, and the little furrow in your eyebrows form, telling him that you were thinking.

To say he was completely and utterly crazy for you was an understatement. Peter was head over heels for you and was pretty sure he'd die for you if it came down to it.

He felt his cheeks redden as he realized he may have been gazing for a little too long and realizing how creepy that was, decided to break the silence by saying, "I'm bored."

Your eyes shot open as you sat up quickly, banging your head against Peter's. "Oww." You whined. You pushed your chair back, putting some distance between the two of you so you could see him better. "Peter! Don't scare me like that."

Peter smiled sheepishly, rubbing the spot on his forehead that you bumped. "Sorry but, I'm bored." He said again.

You shook your head, fighting the smile that tugged on your lips. "Then go do something."

"Like what?"

"I dunno, be Spider-Man. I'm sure there's someone that needs to be saved." You said, maneuvering around him, to pick up the tech you were playing with. "How do you do that?" You said, referencing his position, "Doesn't all the blood rush to your head?"

"No." He said simply. "I don't wanna go out. I want to hang out with you."

"Aren't you literally doing that right now though." You smirked. As you admired the wiring you were staring at. 

"Ha ha ha." He said sarcastically. "I mean, I want to do something fun."

You looked into his puppy dog eyes and immediately found yourself giving in. "Fine," you sighed. "How 'bout a movie?"

"I dunno, we always watch movies."

"Okay then do you wanna go out or something?"

"No." He said shaking his head. "Whenever we go out together you get too much attention."

You paused. "...Well, my dad has been working on a new suit for you, if you wanna check it out."

"Wait really!?" Peter suddenly exclaimed, jumping up, which caused him to fall down on the ground, making you laugh loudly. "Shut up." He grumbled.

"Anyway, how does sneaking into Tony Stark's lab sound?"

"It sounds great, let's go!" He said, excitedly jumping up and grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him.

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While the two of you were scheming on how to break in. Bruce Banner had currently been the only occupant of the lab.

He stood with a gas mask on his face as he studied a plant in front of him.

A week ago, the Avengers had gone on a mission after a few aliens landed on earth and claimed they wanted to "Take over the planet". It had been pathetic really, the aliens were wiped out in half an hour.

But while on this mission, after Hulk had finished "smashing" the last of the aliens, he had reverted back to himself. Finding that Hulk had taken him onto one of the alien ships.

Bruce looked around at the strange tech, while he stood up, already heading for the exit. That was until something had caught his eye and started to draw him in like a moth to a flame. 

It had been a plant.

It stood tall, about seven feet in height. It was absolutley beautiful. It had pink flowers that mimicked the shape of a heart and it was quite literally glowing.

Bruce touched the plant, his fingers coming back covered in a pink dust, which he naturally assumed was the flowers pollen. He leaned in, realizing it smelled familiar.

But the strangest thing happened after.

His heart started to practically beat out of his chest and before he knew it Hulk had come back.

Once he had calmed down and turned back into himself an idea struck him. He quickly plucked a flower off the plant and stuck it in a box that he found in the corner of the ship.

Not a single Avenger questioned why he now carried a box with him on the ride home.

And now a week later, Bruce stood in front of the plant which had grown two feet after it had been replanted, running tests on what exactly it could be.

"Ah Banner." Thor's booming voice sounded, as he stepped into the lab. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to-" Thor stopped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he looked at the plant that sat in front of Bruce. "Why do you have that plant?" He asked genuinely curious.

Bruce looked up at Thor, surprise written all over his face. "Wait, you know what this is?" He said, voice muffled by the mask. He stepped around the table to approach Thor.

"Of course." Thor said, mildly offended. "Where did you get this?"

"Found it after the mission last Friday. It made me turn into Hulk, so I figured it could be useful if Hulk ever chickens out on me again." Bruce quickly explained. "What kind of plant is it?"

"It's called a Sex Pollen Plant." Thor said, stepping around Bruce to approach the plant. "It belongs to that specific race of aliens we fought. The plant helps the aliens to breed since they find it very difficult on their own."

Bruce scrunched his face in shock. "What does it do?"

"The pollen arouses the alien that breathes in the pollen- that may be why you turned into the Hulk, it raised your heart rate. I'm immune to it of course."

"Wait- I brought a sex plant into the compound." Bruce asked in shock, utterly horrified of his own judgement on the situation.

"Yes and I suggest you get rid of it. I have heard the affects of the pollen on a human could be very severe."

"H-how do I get rid of it?"

"Hm, I suppose I'll do it then. How have you been able to contain it?"

"I had this box I took from the alien ship, but it's too big now, so I've been putting it in one of the quarantine rooms just in case."

"Alright, come with me. I may have something that can help dispose of it safely." 

"Okay, let me just lock up the lab." Bruce said.

The two of them stepped out of the room and Bruce pulled off his gas mask once the lab was locked.

Thor and Bruce headed towards the elevator, walking through the living room where the two spotted you and Peter sprawled out on the couches. They shot you two a greeting before leaving.

Peter's head snapped towards you. "I can't believe sending in Thor actually worked. Do you think either of them know what we're planning?"

You smiled, shaking your head. "No, I was too vague when I told Thor to get him out of the lab, and I love the guy but he isn't exactly the smartest person I've met. Now let's go, I don't know how long we've got." You said, trailing ahead of him.

You easily unlocked the lab, Peter following behind you.

As usual the lab was filled with tables with piles upon piles of weird tech, ranging from projects your dad or Bruce had been working on to discarded scraps that should've been tossed or moved out.

You immediately got distracted from the task at hand when you spotted one of your father's latest projects, "Alright, go find your suit." You muttered, walking towards the table.

Peter looked around the lab, trying to find some sign of the new suit he'd hopefully be getting soon. But to be honest, it was a bit of a wreck. With two scientsist's working there, the lab got a bit messy. So instead of Peter being able to locate the suit, which actually was placed nicely in the back of the room, his eye was drawn towards something else.

And it was beautiful, and definitely something he's never seen before.

Off to the side was a plant that had stood at two feet. Pink and glowing. And it was as if he couldn't control his movements while he walked towards the plant.

Now standing in front of it, his finger traced the petals of the glowing flowers, making his index finger come back with a pink dust on it, which he could only assume was its pollen.

He leaned in, breathing in it's scent.

He expected a normal flowery smell but, instead it smelled like you.

He pulled away for a second, and narrowed his eyes at the plant in confusion. But only for a few seconds, before being compelled to smell it once again.

Peter's eyes fell closed as he let the scent dance around him. There was no other way to describe it other than it being completely you.

Sweet and calming. It smelled like lavender and jasmine, with a hint of peaches, your perfume, your body wash, your shampoo, and that very specific scent that belonged to you and only you.

Peter was completely lost in it, breathing in deeply, treating it as if it was a drug he could never get enough of. The different layers of your scent completely engulfing him, making him feel warm and content.

His chest blossomed with warmth that spread down all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes and to the very crown of his head, that made his whole body feel like it was buzzing.

But he snapped out of the trance he was in when he felt a rush of blood travelling south. He tensed up, quickly turning around to see if you were still distracted.

He turned back around and backed away from the plant. And that was when he had noticed his spider senses had been going haywire. The hair on his arms standing up straight as goose bumps rose.

And whatever the plant had did to him was getting worse.

He felt warm, too warm. Like he'd start to melt soon.  

He leaned on the table behind him, panting. A flood of arousal coursing through him. 

From the end of the lab you heard Peter's panting breaths, causing you to look up and see his hunched over form leaning on the table behind him, sliding onto the ground.

"Peter?" You asked in concern. "You okay?"

He groaned at the sound of your voice, his eyes shut tight, trying to gain control of himself. But it wasn't working, inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind immediately wandering to what you would sound like letting out high pitched whines and moans of his name with that same voice, while he bent you over one of the tables and pounded into you hard.

He moaned at the thought, your eyes widening in shock at the sound not quite sure if he was in pain.... or if it was something else.

You stared at what was in front of him on the table, and knew whatever it was was the cause of Peter's state right now.

You quickly ran over, crouching down next to him.

You gasped, "Oh my God." His face was bright red as a thin layer of sweat collected on his skin. He was out of breath, eyes screwed tightly shut. But what caused your own face to turn red was the very prominent buldge in his pants. You cleared your throat. "Peter can you hear me?"

He slowly opened his eyes but immediately wished he hadn't, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you. Eyes trailing over every bit of exposed skin on your body, just picturing what it would feel like pressed against his own.

"(Y-Y/N)." He stuttered out a whine. "I-I-...S-something's...happening."

"Oh, shit." You cursed.

Peter wanted nothing more in that moment to pull you down into a kiss and pin you to the floor, grinding his hips into yours, but he still had enough mind to know how wrong that would be.

"Okay, alright, okay. This is what I'm gonna do." You said frantically. "I need to find Bruce-"

"No... d-don't go.." He didn't know why but he knew that if you left, it would only get worse. That even just your presence made him feel a little better and that he might just go insane if you left him. "Please... s-stay.."

It was too overwhelming, instead of his senses being dialled to 11 it felt like they were at a fucking 20 now. Hyperaware of you and only you, every movement, every breath, the beating of your heart, everything.

"What? B-but Pete-"

A gasp cut you off. Your head snapped towards the doorway, where Thor and Bruce stood.

"Thor, the kids got in." Bruce said in terror.

"B-Bruce!" You yelled in relief. "I- I don't know what's wrong with him- he just sorta collapsed, and he's acting really strange."

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, this isn't good." Bruce said rushing over to Peter. "Thor how do we fix this."

Thor looked down at him in pity, standing next to Bruce who was crouching on the opposite side of where you were. "The only known cure for someone who has been contaminated by a sex pollen plant is, well..sex."

Your head snapped towards Thor. "W-What?" You shrieked. "Is that what that thing is?" You started yelling angrily.

"Yes, and it must be with whoever's scent he smelled on the plant."

"Oh for fuck's sake, who brought a sex plant into the tower!"

"F-fuck, (Y/N)." Peter moaned loudly, eyes training on your figure. Getting more aroused at just how fucking hot you looked when you were mad. 

"Ah," Thor said, coming to a conclusion. "And it would seem that it would be you Lady (Y/N)."

You cleared your throat, opting to ignore Thor's last comment. "Okay what are we gonna do?" 

Thor looked at you in surprise, "Lady (Y/N) do you not know what sex entail-"

"Shut up Thor. I know how it works- but there's gotta be another way to help him." You gulped, looking down at him.

Bruce sighed, "I think- I think I'm gonna have to tell your dad. I'm pretty sure this isn't something I can fix in an hour by myself."

You huffed. "Fine, but we can't leave him here. Let's take him to his room."

You reached out and grabbed his arm, but at the loud moan he made due to the skin to skin contact you let go.

"I probably should have mentioned." Thor started. "That you shouldn't touch him."

"W-what? Why?"

"(Y/N) Please." Peter whined, trying to grab your wrist but you quickly pulled it out of reach.

You looked up at Thor. "It'll make him," Thor paused searching for the right word. "Eager? And you don't want that if you plan on looking for another cure- see he's trying to touch you now." 

Thor was right, just that small bit of skin to skin contact seemed to have sent Peter into a frenzy. Your head snapped down at him, as you realized he was just about to put his hand up your skirt. You quickly grabbed his hand, holding it in a tight grip so he'd stop getting handsy. Your other hand quickly grabbing his free one too as it came nearer.

"Fine, then Thor take him to his room."

"N-no." Peter stuttered. "Please, I-I need you." He said as Thor picked him up, making you let go of the hold on his hands. "No! Let go!" He yelled at Thor. "(Y/N)!"

Thor headed for the door while Peter began struggling violently in his hold.

Bruce shook his head. "Tony is not gonna like this."

You scoffed. "Y' think?"

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[kayleebreanne09]

I feel so sad!

John b x reader. With a little bit of ex Rafe x reader.

So I was listening to the song You should be sad by Halsey. I’m lowkey obsessed with it & I immediately thought about this blurb idea. So the reader was with Rafe, they had a really toxic relationship & she ran away. John b saves her & puts her back together. Obviously Halsey wrote this amazing song but just for the sake of the fic, the (Y/n) character writes it. Alright I hope y’all like this because it was really fun to write. Love yall💜

It’d been 3 months since you’d ran away from everything kook related. 3 months that a certain messy haired brunette pogue had spent trying to piece your heart back together. 3 months since you ended the most toxic relationship you’ve ever had in your life. You sat on the log, curled up against John B in front of the nightly fire y’all had at the chateau. On your other side was Kie, smiling happily at you, & across the fire, JJ & Pope goofed off. These were your people now. They’d put you back together when it seemed impossible that all the pieces would ever fit right again. JJ made some stupid joke & everyone just groaned but I couldn’t help but laugh. He jumped up & ran over to me to high five me! He threw his hand up in the air a little too close to me & my body automatically flinched. My heart started to race & my vision started to go fuzzy. I ran inside, desperately trying to get air into my lungs. I raced into the bathroom, jumping in the shower & turning the water on. I sank to the floor of the shower, all my clothes still on. I sat there with my knees up to my chest & my arms curled around them, trying to keep myself from breaking. I heard footsteps & a deep sigh that I knew belonged to my boyfriend. I felt John B step into the shower behind me, sitting down with his legs on either side of me & leaning up so his head was resting on my back. “Baby, breathe. You are safe. You aren’t with Rafe anymore, no one will ever touch you again. I will always protect you” he whispered slowly drawing words on my back. He sat there drawing random shapes as the water soaked ya both. “Let’s play a game...guess what I’m writing” he then drew what felt like 12 letters. “J” I guessed for the first letter. “Yes!” He replied...we went on like that until I figured it out. “JJ is a dumbass? Really John B?” I let out a small laugh. “Okay next one” John B said as he started drawing his fingertip along the sopping wet back of my shirt. “I love you” I guessed once he’d finished the last letter. He pulled me back against him & I felt some of the tension leave my body. “Yes. & I’ll never stop loving you. I will always be the best I can for you, I’ll never let you go through what you went through before” he stated, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I love you John B. So much” I said turning & giving him a long kiss, hoping that he could feel just how much I needed him.

The next day, I was sitting on the kitchen counter watching John B make pancakes. My gaze kept drifting out the window to the calm water. Last night had stirred up some memories that were hard to deal with. Poor John B had been up half the night trying to soothe me back to sleep from my stupid nightmares. “Hey babe” John b said pulling my attention back to him. “Yeah baby, what’s up?” I asked smiling at him. “If you’re getting overwhelmed with stuff from the past, maybe you should write about it” he offered, looking back to the pan to flip the pancake. John b knew that I loved writing. It helped me get everything out. I wouldn’t call myself a song writer but I did love taking things that I’d been through & putting them into lyrics that maybe other people could relate to. If I could just help one person get through something, it’d be making a difference & that was all that I wanted. I jumped down & went to hug him from the back. I rested my head against his warm skin & just enjoyed the feeling of having John B in my arms. “That’s a good idea!” I said pressing a quick kiss to his back. “Good! Because I already texted Kie & she’s bringing her ukulele over to help” he said spinning around & swatting me on the butt with the spatula. I stood on my tip toes & pressed my lips to his as he pulled me into him. “You really are the best” I breathed out.

Kie & I sat in the hammock together, legs intertwined. She had her ukulele in her lap & I had my lyric book in mine. She reached over & pulled my pencil from behind my ear, & slid it into my hand. “Get to writing sister, I need to hear what these lyrics sound like before I can come up with a melody. Also, I’m sorry about JJ last night. He didn’t know your history with Rafe & pope chewed his ass pretty good about it.” She said as she laughed loudly. “It’s fine Kie. I just, I know what I want to say...I guess it’s just putting it into actual words is hard. Like I’m not conflicted, I’m 100% over Rafe, I just feel like none of his friends will tell him the truth. They won’t tell him that he’s turned into this monster & I feel like maybe if someone would just be honest with him, maybe he could change & find happiness in his life like I have with John B” I smiled toward the dock where John B was cleaning out the HMS Pogue. “Start there then!” Kie replied. & I did. My mind drifted back...

“Rafe, you’ve got to stop with the drugs. I can help you! You aren’t you anymo-“ I was cut off my his hand grabbing my throat & shoving me back against the wall. “Don’t tell me what I’ve got to do bitch” he snarled. His eyes were dark & pupils so dilated that I didnt even see the man that I’d grown to care about anymore. “I NEED the money, the drugs, the nice cars...I don’t need you. So you better watch the way you’re talking to me” he said, finally releasing my throat. I sank to the floor rubbing my neck where I knew bruises would form later. I took a deep breath & stood up. “I won’t do this anymore. You’ve broken me enough. You are toxic & I’m done. I’m gone & don’t you dare try to find me” I took one final look at the monster he’d become & walked away.

Kie watched as I stared off, my eyes tearing up. I felt her grab my hand & squeeze, just letting me know she was there. “I know what to write!” I said quickly scribbling down everything I wanted to say.

“I wanna start this out and say

I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice

Just a little bit of regret

Know nobody else will tell you

So there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out

And then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry

I feel so sad

I tried to help you

It just made you mad

And I had no warnin'

About who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breakin' down

And then ran so fuckin' far

That you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough…”

Kie leaned over eyes scanning over what I’d written. “(Y/N) this is good. No, it’s amazing. I mean, I don’t even know what to say” she said hugging me tightly. “Thanks for always being there Kie” I said, leaning my head on her shoulder as the hug ended. “Now let’s get to work on this melody!”

A month passed & id been hired to play at midsummers. JJ had heard the song Kie & I came up with at the chateau & while working one day, he heard about talent tryouts to play at midsummers. He relayed the message & Kie & I went & tried out. Apparently they liked us because we were one of the acts that were hired to play. Everything went so fast & suddenly, it was a couple hours before midsummers was supposed to start. I stood in John B’s room, sliding on the dress that I’d gotten. It was a deep vneck off white dress with silver beading. John B walked in & wrapped his arms around me, looking at our reflection in the mirror. “You are so beautiful baby. You are going to be amazing tonight” I smiled at his reflection. “Are you sure you & JJ can pull off sneaking in as waiters?” I questioned. “Of course sweetheart, we are total badassea at going incognito” he said smirking. I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Good. I don’t think I could get through tonight without you” I whispered. He leaned down & brought his lips to mine. “You’ll never have to go through anything without me” he said squeezing my hips, pulling me closer to him & refusing to let me go until it was time to leave.

The lights facing the stage were blinding. I felt way too many eyes on me & way too many kooks judging me. Kie nudged my arm, smiling over at me & started to play. I put every ounce of emotion that I had into that performance. All the sadness from an ended relationship, & all the hope that I had that one day Rafe would find happiness. He & I were never meant to be, I understood that now. I just wanted him to get the help he needed. A single tear slipped down my face as I sang the last line. I wiped it away, grabbing Kies hand & bowing as the crowd cheered. I scanned the crowd to see Pope, JJ, & John B cheering in the back! “That’s my girl!” John b hollered. Security saw him & started making their way over. “Shit. Come on guys! Mandatory pogue meeting at the chateau!” JJ yelled. Kie ran to JJ as he spun her around & she then threw her arms around JJ & Pope. “Cmon baby!” John b yelled. I yanked up the bottom of my dress, kicked off my heels, grabbing them off the ground & took off running....Launching myself into his waiting arms. He kissed me long & hard. “Time to go!” He said pulling my hand & dancing away right as the pissed off security guard dove at us. I threw my head back laughing as John B bent down & I jumped on his back. He carried me all the way to the waiting HMS Pogue & we all rode off into the night.

Rafe stood in silence staring after the girl he had lost. He knew he’d done everything wrong in the relationship. Maybe she was right. Maybe the drugs couldn’t fill the hole he had inside. He decided then & there that he would get clean. He would fix things with his dad. He finally had closure, & maybe one day, he would find the love that he knew she had found.

[rogermeddowstaylorr]

“Nice guy” (Roger x Reader)

words: 1607 words (woohoo!)

rating: fluff, a little bit of smut (but it stays soft!)

please be indulgent, english is not my native language ! :)

tagging some of my fav tumblr writers @drowseoftheafternoonsundays  & @borhapmusings

tell me if you liked it or want to be tag!!!!

You were sitting on a sofa, looking at the crowded pub. Claire, your long-time friend had pushed you to go on a date with a friend of her. You were clearly uncomfortable, looking at the ground, playing with your own fingers. Claire was gone, waiting for this man outside of the pub, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Theses previous months were not that good, you remembered. Your boyfriend, Chris, left you, because you were cheating on him. It was your fault but you were pretty sure that you would have done it someday: you were a sex-addict, and it was difficult for you to have a “normal”, healthy relation with someone. However, Chris has not been indulgent and had put you down, telling you that you were sick. It was pretty traumatizing.  In the months followed by your loss, you were back into your depravity: in stranger's beds, drinking a lot, and smoking a lot. It was hard to be far from it. But now, Claire was here, presenting you “a nice guy” as she has described him.

You saw them walking back in the pub. He was looking good: long blonde hair, light beard, sunglasses, fur coat, flare pant. His lips were pink and a little bit chapped. His hands were musician hands, you thought. Not a guitarist, his fingers were not that long and thin, but maybe a drummer. The microscopic scars at the sides of it were telling you that. Your eyes went on his pants, and you forced yourself to look at his face, not wanting to lose yourself already. You smiled at him and he answered by the same sweet smile. Claire was looking at him, a hand in his coat.

“So, darlin', let me introduce you to Roger!” Claire was a little bit overexcited.

“I could have introduced myself, Claire” Roger chuckled “Nice to meet you, hm..?”

“Y/N” you answered. It was so natural to do presentations. But your brain just wanted his reward, and you knew it. You hated it.

You both sat down and Claire already left you, looking for alcohol. Claire didn't know the fact that alcohol was your only friend, during the previous months. There was an awkward silence. He took off his sunglasses and smiled at you. His smile was electrifying.

“You're a drummer, aren't you?” you asked suddenly. Surprise was on his face and he smile even more.

“Yeah, in a band called Queen, hope it will get bigger.” he paused “how do you know it? Do you know my band?” he looked like a child, happier than ever.

“Hum, no, sorry…. Your hands are just drummer's hands, y'know.” you grinned, a little bit sorry. You have seen hundred of different types of hands, running on your body. His reaction was pure gold.

“It is even better! Someone new!” he chuckled a little bit and look at you. “Let me try to guess stuff! In my opinion you are …. a baker!” he was playing, you could see it in his eyes. His body was relaxed, and he had took off his coat. He was wearing a flowery shirt, so trendy.  

“No...” you were laughing “I'm a writer.” you smiled softly, a hand on your own knee. Claire came back with drinks and stopped your chat.

The night was good. You were almost not thinking about how much you wanted to fuck him. After four tequilas, you decided to come home. Roger wanted to chaperone you. You were walking together, side by side. He was smoking lightly, and humming a song. You were boiling, inside. Silence was between you, as you clenched your fist, trying to control yourself. It was so hard, lord. He grabbed suddenly your hand, smiling.

“Do not clench, love.” he said. You looked at him and bite your lips so hard it was bleeding. “and you're bleeding. Be careful.” His tone was amused, as a grin was on his angelic face.

Your mind was abruptly back, and you stopped walking. You looked at him, letting his hand go, and you touched your lips, blood on your fingertips. You sighed loudly.

“Please, Roger, promise me one thing.” you asked, looking at the blood and then at him as he nodded. “if I’m trying to get you in my room, stop me. Please.” you were nervous, telling him that.

“If you want.” he smiled softly.

Okay that was weird. First, you had begged him to do not fuck you, and then, he accepted. He opened his mouth as if he was going to talk, then, closed it. He reopened it a while later, when you were walking again.  

“Your friend, Claire, told me about… your problem, and Nick...” you interrupted him “it's Chris.” you were focused on his talk, as he resumed “… well, Nick or Chris, he was a filthy bastard.” he laughed “But yeah, guess I can hold myself from shagging you. You are… interesting.”

Months went by, and you and Roger were meeting a lot. You were dating but, not exactly. He was kind to you, never provoking you on a sexual side. Your relation was based on a strong friendship, movie nights, and chaste kisses. It was surprising that Roger did not touch you during these long months, sleeping in the same bed, knowing by now his reputation.  You were clean: no sex, no alcohol and some smokes but it was fine.

Queen was becoming popular and tonight was their last gig in London. Your friend would be gone outside of England while you stayed here. You were at the bar, seated on a chair, waiting for them to get down of the scene after the show. Roger came to you, smiling. He was wearing a small leather jacket, nothing under, and a forest green flare pant. You were drinking lemonade, holding your glass firmly. You were obliged to put it down on the counter when the drummer kissed you softly, a hand on your waist.

“You stink, and you're all sticky.” you laughed, hearing him groan. You put his hand far from your skin and smiled at him. “You were marvellous, as always!” You were trying to keep a certain distance, not tempting you.

The rest of the band was coming to see you. Freddie left a peck on your cheek, and Brian squeezed your hand softly. John waves at you, a bright smile on his face. They were all a bunch of tease about your relation with Roger. They commanded beers and chatted with you all night. You could see Roger distracted by groupies, talking to him with awe. You hated that. Roger should be so frustrated he would go fuck these groupies one day, you thought. You needed to change that, but you were afraid of wanting more.

You lighted a cigarette outside. You were mad at those girls. Roger had seen that. He was smoking too, looking at your eyes.

“Stop being grumpy.” he whispered softly, closer from you. You felt the smoke of his cigarette on your face and cough a little. You look at him. He was so close, and since a long time, you could feel your lower belly burn a little.

“Fuck...” you murmured, without knowing it. He suddenly kissed you, keeping you against him, with tenderness. You were officially dead.

“I'm gonna miss you babe...” he brought his lips on your neck. You tried to push him back, but, your brain wanted it so badly. It has been almost 9 month since you fucked someone.

“Me too but… Take me home. Now.” you said abruptly. You were breathing loudly, eyes lost in your vice. He understood exactly what you wanted.

The front door was pushed with violence. You two were trying to strip yourselves while not falling. Moans and groans filled the dark place. A hand went on the light and turn it on. He looked at you, taking a short calm moment. Your hair was messy, your eyes were full of lust and your lips were rosy at the hot make-out session you've made, trying to get home.  You smiled at him and jumped. You were laughing, as Roger was holding you firmly, kissing your neck.

“I've always dreamed to shag you. But know what? I'm gonna love you tonight.” He kissed your collarbone and you shudder under his touch and his words.

“You're dirty, Rog'.”

You were in the bed, naked, against your man. You were drawing little circles on his skin with your hand and petting his hair softly with the other. You were both panting from that fuck you just had. It was intense, and full of love. But at the same time, none of you has said I love you. Roger was looking at you, smiling a lot. You were just somewhere else, because of the loss of the action. But you knew it: you couldn't shag all day long. He turned back a moment, taking a smoke on his mouth, and handing you one. He lighted both cigarettes and pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Pretty good sex and then, cigarette. A perfect routine.” he smiled.

The crème blanket was crumpled against and under your body. His hand went on your waist, his eyes on your uncovered breast. Your eyes where closed, head in the pillow.

“Stop looking at my birthmark, Roger...” you blushed a little bit. You hated that birthmark but you couldn't do anything against it. You heard him smile. The fabric was softly creased as he went closer, kissing slowly your birthmark. You hissed at his mouth, and put one hand on his lock.

“I hate you, Taylor.”