#midas x reader core

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before i showed my sister my last midas drawing i described it as “kinda nasty” so she was like “OKAY LET ME GUESS. so he is on the balcony. shirtless. there are hickeys on his neck. it’s clear he is smoking after banging someone. am i correct ?” and i was actually shocked like “NO??? WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL DO YOU THINK I AM??? but i can draw that too :>” and she was like “NOOOO DONT DO IT”

and so i did it. to spite her. fuck you

[meltingmidas]

110.0%

Paring: Uni Professor!Hwa x Uni Student!Reader

CW: DomHwa/SubReader, SLIGHT choking, oral m. receiving, degrading, dumbification, hair pulling, Hwa is mean lol (pls lmk if I missed anything!)

WC: 810

Midas’s Notes: Woah Hello!! This is my first ever fic! I apologize for the mess, I’m still trying to set up my theme and structure for this acc..I hope you guys enjoyed my mediocre writing, please leave critiques and tips, or just anything you liked/would like to see more of!! 🫶🏻

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You never thought you’d be in this position, between your professors legs, hands tight behind you with a belt, kissing the tip of his cock as your own spit runs down your chin. “Come on, I know you can take more, slut. After all, this is your grade we’re dealing with.” Seonghwa snarks, harshly tugging your hair as he forced your head down on him. Your eyes pricking with tears, you try and think back to where you went wrong. Was it when you interrupted his “meeting”, only to find his own hard cock thrusting into his hand, whispering curses as he watches precum leaking into his fingertips. Surely not, maybe he wanted to get caught, knowing you had scheduled tutoring with him that evening.

You realize too late that you’ve halted your actions, leaving your lips just above his twitching length. Your thoughts interrupted by being pulled up, and a hand tightly holding your cheeks up to face him. “Did I tell you to stop?” He questions, a sharpness to his tone. You stammer, “N-no Seon-“ before you finish, he tightens his hold on you, “Address me correctly,” he leans towards you, just inches away from your face, “Did I tell you to fucking stop?” Seonghwa questions you again, his eyes cutting through you. “No, Sir. Please, I’ll do better” you answer, not caring about how desperate you sound. A smirk stretches on his lips, a satisfied sigh leaving him as he watches your head bob up and down on him. “Who knew I had such a cock whore in my class?” Seonghwa says as he plays with your hair, laughing when he hears soft gagging leaving your throat.

“All this for a better grade on a paper you did quite well on, did my student expect this?” He confronts you, his light hair touches turning into fistful tugs. “I see your glances, I see how lustful you are. It’s quite amusing, but sexy, I’ll admit”. He quirks his head to the side, admiring the view below him, “You know how many women would love to be in your position? All of the students who would only dream for this to happen?” He pushes your head down a little harder this time, his hips thrusting up to where your nose hits the base of his cock.

“You really had to dumb yourself down just to get here, huh?” He prods, “You fell from a 109.7% to a 87.9%, I wonder why?” Seonghwa adds a fake concern to his voice while glancing at your past test papers. “Oh well, you’re getting what you wanted, dirty whore.” He spits, every harsh comment rushing to your core, you feel yourself getting more wet with every word. You moan into his cock as you flatten your tongue, making sure your stretch it as far and wide as you can, earning a small moan leaving his mouth.

You look up to him with glossy eyes, meeting his sharp ones. His glasses shine in the dim lighting, his slick black hair messy from running his fingers through it all day. He’s hot. He’s so, unbelievingly hot. “Like the view? I do too, darling. Not everyday I see a stupid bitch below me” he says as he pulls your head up, finally allowing you to take a deep breath. He pumps himself a few times, watching your eyes glance between his dick and his face. A groan leaves him, a smile dancing across his lips. “You gonna let me cum on your pretty face? Ruin that pretty makeup you probably spent hours on just for me?” He sighs when he feels your lips connect to his red tip. You nod eagerly, a rush racing up your spine, a heat pooling straight to your pussy. You swirl around the tip of him, lightly sucking when you hear him hiss above you.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum, open up pretty girl” he says as he reaches to pull your hair, pulling your gaze up off his dick. A soft “pop” leaves your mouth, as you unconsciously stick your tongue out, you watch him vigorously pump a few more times, before a string of “Fuck” leaves his mouth, and ropes of thick white cum drape over your nose, lips, and tongue. You smile as you hear him groan, he finishes draining himself of his seed all over your delicate features. He sighs, his hand releasing the tight grip he had on your hair to hold your cheek. He rubs his cum into your cheek, and gathers onto his thumb to bring to your lips. You obediently oblige, sucking and licking it clean. He huffs, “Good girl. What do you say?” You smile, kissing his thumb as it leaves your mouth. “Thank you Sir.” Needless to say your grade is now 110.0%, and you’re excited to see him next session.

[m4g3114n1c]

“You’ve heard right. I’m back.”

Midas (Fortnite) x Fem!Reader

i want him i want him i want him i want him

hi yall.. cross posted on ao3 yea that’s me lmao

summary: he’s back so u have sex lol obv

tags: NSFW, Female Reader, AFAB Reader, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, POV Second Person No Y/N mentioned, poc friendly :), ascendant midas skin is so fine, Established Relationship

i need to be sedated cs of him im starving

Midas didn’t waste time, surprisingly lying you on the bed with ease and a sense of gentleness you’ve longed for ever since he disappeared. Anticipation creeped in as you felt his lips desperately pressing themselves against yours.

Your heart thrummed slowly faster, the familiar weight of his body on top of you felt so relieving and it reminded you that he was truly here. Your eyes flutter shut, relishing in the familiar feeling and curve of his lips.

He already quickly stripped himself off of his heavy armour and cape, leaving him with a white button up, his pants, and his golden laurel wreath that sat on top of his head.

His kisses seem fervent, hungry, due to the fact he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. He can’t seem to get enough as his lips incessantly latch onto yours and you can’t seem to get yourself to pull away. Every time you try to pull away, Midas pulls you back in and you capitulate into his yearning touch.

His large hand made its way under your shirt, earning a muffled moan from you. He withdrew from your lips for a second, voice heavy with want. “You’re not wearing anything under,” He mumbles, although it’s more of a groan.

His thumb swipes on your nipples, stiffening them into peaks as he desired. You help him slip your shirt off quickly as his hot, wet mouth kiss on your neck, your collarbones, nipping and sucking as his tongue traced over the marks he made.

All you could see now while you laid back was the top of his head. His eyes kept their firm gaze on yours. He wanted to tease you. He felt you squirm on the bed when he sucked on your inner thigh. Then he kissed near where you needed him the most. You moaned softly.

“You’re an ass,” You sighed out in a frustrated tone that made him laugh under his breath. Midas quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with a swift movement of his arms.

“Fuck,” That was all he could say.

Midas’ warm breath fanned across your core. It felt like he was fully drinking in how wet you were. Without no warning, his tongue delved into your slick folds, holding you close with his strong hand on your thigh as he forcibly pushed your thighs further apart.

You let out a strangled moan, hand instinctively coming down to card through his thick hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging. His eyes were now looking up at straight at you while his tongue strayed from your clit to your throbbing cunt. He lapped up at your arousal, slipping the tip of his tongue into your fluttering hole for a moment.

You panted, squirming but Midas—feeling your resistance kept you at bay, pressing your hips down into the soft mattress; you were unable to move. “Midas, yes—fuck,” You tilted your head back into the sheets, closing your eyes shut with pleasure as Midas’ mouth worked on bringing you closer to your so-needed-orgasm.

He groaned against your clit, the grip around your thigh loosening. The vibrations of his sound against your clit made you roll your hips against his mouth. He liked it. He liked how desperate you became when you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

The sense of your upcoming orgasm grew taut within your belly. The almost pornographic sounds had made it all enticing; the sounds of his mouth sucking, and your moans intertwined with his was all too much.

His second finger stretched you out, mouth returning as he pumped his fingers in and out you. His fast pace was settled on giving you your orgasm. Your slick noises while he curled his fingers into your spot, and how you continuously moaned his name made him really fucking hard.

“Midas,” You mewled, eyebrows furrowed out of pleasure. When you tightened around his fingers, abdomen tensing and your thighs twitching, he knew you were on the very brink of cumming.

The hot coil of your orgasm broke, and you came with a whine. Your senses were overloaded, thighs instinctively clamping around Midas’ head. His fingers kept moving, guiding you through your orgasm. He had enough strength to pull apart your thighs and escape the strength of your legs.

Jesus Christ.

His chin was dripping in your arousal and his saliva. Midas’ hair was now untamed, and ruffled from all the tugging you did; his golden laurel wreath was now pushed far back into his hair.

Midas began unbuttoning his shirt while he tasted your lips. Albeit not being able to take a peek, you pressed your firm palms against his warm chest. You still wanted to see, even though you’ve traced your finger on each tattoo every night and questioned him about it; he wouldn’t let you pull away.

When he pressed himself closer, you felt the sensation of his clothed erection brushing upon your still sensitive cunt.

The feeling of overstimulation was peeking up as he grind himself against you. You should be absolutely hating it, but you felt that you needed more. Sure, you sounded greedy, but who could resist a good old fucking from Midas?

“You feel that, right?”

He sounded breathless.

“Yes,” You nodded, whining. Your hips bucked up out of their own accord, in need of more friction from him. He found you getting desperate quite entertaining.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,”Midas rolled his hips again, pinning you more against the mattress. He groaned, hands now frantically working at unfastening his belt. The soft clinking had lit the familiar feeling of arousal within you once again. The rasp of the zipper of his pants had deemed you speechless.

You wanted it so bad.

Midas pulled himself out of the confines of his pants and his boxers. He spat on his palm, slowly stroking himself with a soft moan as he stared at you. Precum already drooling from his flushed tip, his cock was just the right amount of length and width, standing at about approximately 7 inches.

“Condom?” He asked, beginning to line himself up. You weren’t really looking for kids; you and him took it very seriously. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable before he began. You shook your head quickly. “No, just—I’m on the pill, it’s fine.” You reassured and he nodded with a hum.

He carded his cock through your soaked folds, brushing up against your abused clit. He prodded at your fluttering hole, as he pushed himself in slowly. Midas and you simultaneously moaned.

With how wet you were from your recent orgasm, it wasn’t difficult. Midas relished in how warm and tight you were around him. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before fully bottoming out in you.

“You okay?” His tone was much softer, not wanting to make it too much. “Yes,” You replied. He leaned down to press a light, chaste kiss onto your lips. Midas dragged himself out, only to slam himself into you. A loud cry ripped out of your throat at the feeling of his tip close to kissing your cervix.

With the harsh snap of his hips against yours, you cling onto him, legs loosely wrapped around his hips. Midas cursed under his breath, unable to control himself and roughly fucking you. It didn’t help that you felt so good.

“Have you missed how hard I fuck you?” The absolute filth of his words transferred to the pit of your second orgasm.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes,” You choke out.

Midas wasn’t quiet either. The occasional whines and groans came out involuntarily. He wanted more for you. His thrusts never wavered while he switched. His hand had come down to lift your leg over his shoulder.

You let out a choked moan, tears brimming your waterline at how deeper he reached than before. This angle had made it much easier for his tip to press up to your spot whenever he thrusted deep enough. Midas breathing grew erratic, leaning forward while his hips continued.

“Take it,” He grunted out, and if you weren’t listening carefully you wouldn’t have caught. Your second orgasm was just in the corner as Midas’ words once again, only fueled your desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” He was trying his hardest not to cum at the fact you were so fucking tight around him. He pressed a messy kiss onto your lips, wiping his thumb on your tears you didn’t even know had fallen. “It’s okay,” He whispered so quiet, it was in the sense of his rare vulnerability.

“Midas, I’m gonna cum, please.” You squeezed your eyes shut. Midas’ hand wandered down to rub circles into your clit. Your hand flew down to his wrist to still him. “I can’t—“ You gasped out which made him smile in a way that felt demeaning.

Oh shit. He was about to switch up.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” He panted out, his free hand grabbing your chin enough for the sides of your face to hurt. The pain felt amazing paired with the fact he was relentless. You moaned, although muffled, he found amusing. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Feels so good, Midas—yes,”

He seemed to have liked that, the bed groaning beneath as he sped himself up.

“Take my fucking cock,”

“Yes, Midas.”

Egotistical motherfucker.

His mouth latched onto yours once more for a short moment. “Shit, you’re so tight.” He grunted out. “Midas, I’m gonna cum.” You whined and he didn’t stop, spurring him to continue.

“Yeah? You’re gonna look so good cumming on my cock.”

Jesus. He couldn’t give the dirty talk a rest, couldn’t he? It was working, much more than you wanted. “Midas,” He leaned in closer, straining your leg up higher. He kissed you again, and it felt all too much.

The heat of your orgasm washed over you, soaked pussy fluttering around his still hard cock. The feeling of you tightening made him pump himself in harder; it felt like a challenge he was willing to take.

This view of Midas was one you never thought you’d see ever again after he’d disappeared. Midas’ hair was slightly damp from sweat, strands of his dark hair framing his face sticking out.

A thin sheen of sweat was covering his whole body. Your eyes wandered down to his hips working to get his own orgasm, watching how his tattoos snake down his right thigh.

His eyes seemed to be unblinking, panting as he focused. His moans spilled out from his slightly agape mouth.

The smell of the room was absolutely just of sex and sweat.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Midas’ pace became spot-on, before he stilled and twitched inside you. He groaned out what seemed to be your name.

He came with a louder groan, almost from the back of his throat. He spilled hot ropes of cum into you, burying himself as deep as he could. You moaned.

The warm feeling of his cum in you had left you stuffed full. You both panted, absolutely exhausted. Midas slowly pulled out of you, lying next to you as he pulled you close with his arm.

You tightened around the loss of him, but practically felt his cum oozing out of you. The sight of it made him feel slightly proud.

He kissed the top of your head.

“I missed you,” He began, a fond smile on his usual stoic face when around other people.

“Missed you too,” You smiled.

[bangtan-dreamland]

morning (the sunlight reveals your divinity, and i am merely your worshiper)

Pairing: kth x reader

Word Count: 1374 

Warnings: a very brief and small allusion to nsfw stuff!!

Genre: fluff, established relationship!au

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Sunlight spills over the room, bathing everything in a soft, resplendent glow. From the window you two shut close last night, creeping in onto the plush carpet that you both loved, to the nightstand where some of your clothes lay from last night's tryst. It touches upon each like a lover's kiss, warm and soft.

Like Midas' Touch, you muse. It may be too early for your mind to think straight, but you think that that is a suitable follow up. In the light of the morning, everything looks as if it's been turned golden, and when you turn your head to the side, you know that it is a very apt description.

After all, you have the greatest treasure yet by your side.

Taehyung in the morning is a sight that you don't doubt many would be willing to pay fortunes to see. Messy locks tumbling down his forehead, landing the tips at the brow of his eyebrows, the ends tickling his eyes. Soft lips that seem to be so kissable even in his sleep, plump and easy to bite into. Cheekbones that are dusted with a natural shade of pink, flush, ones you know would redden like roses whenever he got embarrassed, or... you chuckle to yourself at the thought.

Looking at him now, you fight down the urge to shower him in affection until he woke up. Still, you hold back and let your mind wander, taking in instead how the morning light makes him look holy.

It covers over his form gently, highlighting certain parts of his face. Were it anyone else, you'd see their features turned harsh, lines sharp, transforming them into someone unapproachable. But with Taehyung it is different. The sunlight does turns his features sharp, making him seem less human and more otherwordly. But instead of keeping you at a distance, it holds you close. There is an ethereal aura around him. It is as if the warm glow to his skin is proof that the sun only comes up to announce his divinity to the world, and if anyone were to tell you then and there that Taehyung is an god descended unto the earth, you'd fully believe them without a second thought. The scene before you is comparable even to the most famous renaissance works, one that you would zealously engrave into your mind- your love the muse, and you the taken, smitten, devoted, artist.

When you shift from your position, something soft brushes against your chin. You glance down to see blankets that cover you both up to your necks. It's not surprising, considering how cold winter nights could be. Your activities last night may have made the two of you warm and sweaty, but now that the chill of the night has passed the blankets are bunched up around you two. You let out a soft laugh, knowing that since you had been in a deep sleep last night, it must have been Taehyung who woke up in the middle of the night, cold and shivering, then covering the two of you with blankets.

The thought of it is amusing, but it also (pun intended) warms your heart, and you press a soft kiss to the edge of his lips. You know that if you planted one straight on, he'd definitely wake up, and you wanted to savor the sight of him sleeping a little while longer.

Yet, it seems as if even in his sleep Taehyung craves your touch. Eyes opening blearily, head leaning forward to chase your kiss. Hands make their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him until the two of you are flush against each other, and you wrap your arms around him.

"Good morning, Taehyung," you whisper softly, unwilling to break the moment.

Your name rolls off his tongue, a greeting and a declaration of love in one. The utter fondness and adoration with which he utters your name will never fail to make you blush. How is it that he treats you as if you are a goddess, when he is the one more fitting to be worshiped? Not for the first time, you compare Taehyung to a god, and you the ardent believer, ready to kneel at a moment's notice, at a drop of his word.

As if he senses your thoughts, he kisses you. Gently, at first, slow, as if to savor the taste of last night's activities on you. You'd complain about you having morning breath- but you want to kiss him too much to break away for even a moment, and you know Taehyung feels the same, if the way he starts to deepen the kiss indicates anything. His tongue lazily explores the inside of your mouth, leaving no space untouched, before becoming more intense. The hands on your waist start to wander up and down your body, gentle caresses turning firm, patting and pinching and gripping you- and when his fingers brush against your core, you release a breathy moan, one that he swallows as he continues to kiss you.

Still, the need for air soon prompts you two to break the kiss. Taehyung stays close, his forehead pressed to yours, signature boxy grin on his face.

"Good morning, love. How are you feeling?" His worry for you makes you giggle. The way Taehyung holds your happiness and safety so high a concern is something that always makes you feel loved, and it always makes you want to smother him in your love, to return to him the way that he makes you feel.

"I feel okay. Thank you for last night," you reply happily. Taehyung places another kiss on your forehead, and you snuggle into his chest.”You spoil me too much, really. I don’t even know what I did to deserve being pampered like you did to me last night,” you absentmindedly add.

Taehyung lets out a sharp sound of disapproval. “Do I need a reason to treat the love of my life like the princess she is?” His reply is swift, as if the words doesn’t even have to be carefully thought of and is instead laid out bare, like his heart. You elect to keep quiet in the wake of his response, instead placing your ear against his chest. You let the warmth (from the sunlight creeping in, from the way Taehyung’s body keeps close to you- almost every body part touching, from the way his words make you feel) overtake you not just in your body, but also in your heart. I love you, you want to tell him. You’re overtaken by a sudden surge of love yet again, for the man beside you. However, before you can act on it, Taehyung suddenly makes a noise of surprise. 

"We didn’t eat at all last night, did we? Since we ended up falling asleep after making love the whole night long,” he suddenly says, his tone in sudden realization. “You must be hungry. Wait here, I’ll get you some food, okay? We can have breakfast in bed." Taehyung then starts to slip away from you, the warmth of his touch leaving trails of heat across your body, and you look up at him with a pout. He pauses, an eyebrow raised in inquisition.

You immediately shake your head, unwilling to see him leave already. "No, stay," you murmur. "All that can wait later."

"Are you sure?" He asks, and you nod your head. "Alright." This time, you don't have to look at him to know there's a smile forming on his face. "A few more rounds of cuddles then."

"Not cuddles either," you hum, before pulling him back close and into another kiss. You can't help smiling as well when he lets out a blissful sigh, and when you pull away, you look adoringly at him. "Let me return the favor for last night. I want to make you feel good too."

And as Taehyung's features cloud over with lust (and love, your mind whispers, love that mirrors your own, the look in his eyes holding only you), his pupils dilating, cheeks reddening, the sunlight casts him beatific, a golden treasure that you know is only yours.

Yes, mornings with Taehyung were one that you dearly treasured.

[irndad]

I think it's been done before but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ "I loved you" and "it's been all a lie" with Bucky X hydra agent!reader ?? I mean... we're all here for some good angst 😂💙

im. literally so proud of this okay!!! please give it a read!!

Her eyes are blank and she’s…barely human anymore.

He’d met her in Bucharest, a student on abroad study, working part time at a cafe and who he always shared his spoils from the market with. That, to friendship, easy jokes and light affection through the guise of free coffee and then, up to her apartment for something more, to a love he wasn’t sure how he fell into.

But Bucky’s Midas touch was pain, everything he touches wilting and broken, and he had touched her with such reverence, a blessing he wasn’t sure how to have. She didn’t know who he was, didn’t know what he’d done but touched him like she knew him to the core, and once he had that, he couldn’t give it up.

And they’d taken her.

Steve and his friends had tracked her down once he realized she’d gone missing-

(He’d thought that she’d just realized what a monster he was, locked him out of her place and disappeared from his life and every bit of ice in his chest that thawed froze again, losing her love and her faith in the new world)

She’s in the compound, sitting politely, and blank eyed, like she was waiting for orders.

It made him sick.

“Doll,” he breathed out, looking at her with a kind of admiration most people savored for the gods.

“Soldat,” she replied. He closed his eyes. Her voice was always kind, warm, sipping on hot chocolate or tea, tasting like redemption.

Soldat.

“You’re in New York, with me. Bucky, remember?” His voice s level. He’s in control.

“You’re in New York, and I love you. I loved you in Bucharest, and I love you now..”

Steve is here and he feels like an audience, but all Bucky can focus on is her, her soft cheeks, the eyes he fell in love with, the hurt that loving him had caused her.

“It's been all a lie,” she speaks, finally of her own accord and it should be a comfort, to know she has the ability, but it hurts, the way she can just dismiss his love, “They told me, how you only used me for my apartment, how you were just on the run, how you never-“

“Moya lyubov, they lied, I promise, I swear to you,” his voice now in a hushed whisper, frantic now with the weight of their intention. Every interaction, ever easy sweet kiss they’d had- it was all tainted for her now. He did that to her.

“They lied,” he said again, sadness and finality in his voice, “They lied, and I loved you, I loved you when I barely knew who I was. You loved a man who had no history and had no home and gave him one in your arms.

She reaches out to touch him, the first time since she was here, and he, well he craves the touch of her ever since Bucharest. Needs it like he’s been starving.

She brushes her fingers across his and he lets his eyes flutter close and doesn’t see as she does the same, only opens his eyes when he hears a quiet sob.

“Bucky?” She says, and there’s his girl, bright and open and yes, scared, but he’s here, so he scoops her into his arms. It’s heaven to feel her pliant and good and warm in his arms.  

“’S me,” he says, into her hair, and she holds him back, and he is so, so lucky. “S’you, too. You’re you again.”

She smiles into his shoulder and knows he might be the one to thaw her heart this time, but he will. He has nothing but love for being the one who does so.

soft angst starters

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do you guys think he’d turn his cigarettes to gold lol like do i need to help him?

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...oops?