#someone PLEASE bounce off more ideas with me my thoughts are moving to fast

[whotfevenknowsanymore]

There should defo be something going on with e-42 because they don't have a spider-man and thus can't have the canon events which should fuck something up (idk what tho), UNLESS by not having canon events they are completely removed from the spidey-verse which idk??? Doesn't really work??? might have more thoughts on that later

HOWEVER! This can be combated by my idea that the canon events need to happen but only once per world. This would make e-42 not being absorbed by a black hole more understandable as miles g's dad being dead could've been a canon event for that world, which works if you go with the idea that he was meant to be spider-man not e!1610 miles. So regardless of him actually becoming spider-man, since he was meant to, the canon events for that world happened to him.

This also means that e!1610 miles falls in a weird spot. Whilst he IS spider-man, the canon events for his worlds spider-man have presumably already happened which would mean that they don't need to occur again and with him also not being the spider-man that was meant to be in that world, the canon events don't need to happen anyway

TL;DR

I really fucking need miles' dad to survive the next movie and will connect the dots until he does

[ohblitz0]

tumblr is stupid and deleted my anon’s request :c

they asked for, something of ghost where he’s too busy and stressed with work so he wouldn’t be the type of guy to have hook ups. this is where fem reader comes along to power sub ghost until he’s so pussy drunk he’s goes feral!!! ^.^

this idea had me drooling when i read it, thank you anon! hope you like <3

warnings: nsfw. fem reader x inexperienced?ghost. spitting. profanity. wrap it before you tap it!

inexperienced!ghost who hasn’t gotten laid since who the fuck knows when. poor thing is so busy with the task force, his needs are an after thought but that all changes when he meets his little rookie.

inexperienced!ghost who’s been dating you for awhile but the two of you haven’t even had sex yet. what a shame :( of course you respect his boundaries and his time at work since he’s your lieutenant but why can’t someone take care of him for a change?

inexperienced!ghost who sat in his office chair, working hard as usual, you thought enough is enough. walking into his office, with purpose, you went around his desk. this got his attention.

“baby, i know you like to go to bed together but i have a lot to do toni—“ his words were cut short as you stepped into the space between his legs. you placed your hands a top his shoulders, massaging the tense flesh, you hummed in response to the deep groan that left his lips.

“sh, just let me take care of you, yeah?” you said so sickly sweet. your hands traveling down his large arms, straight to his big belt buckle. his chest began to rise and fall more deeply. his hands went to grab your hips but you swatted them away.

“hands to yourself, big boy.” you giggled as you freed his large cock from his jeans. the sight alone made your thighs clench. this was the first time you saw him like this. he was huge. you weren’t sure if he was gonna fit but you’d make it fit just for him.

“lovie—“ he groaned, as you spat in your hand, then rubbing it up and down his length, spreading his pre along his tip. the sight of his head thrown back in bliss, made you slick between your thighs.

“feel good, baby? you look so good.” you said so sweet to him, as you began to straddle one of his thighs. you continued to play with his cock, slow strokes and then fast, making his hips thrust into your small hands.

“hmf…baby, please.” he all but whimpered. the way you had this giant man coming undone by just your hand made you burn into flames. you began to stroke his cock faster, the song of your spit and his precum making the lewdest of sounds. you couldn’t help but rock yourself against his thigh, needing some type of friction. one of his hands snaked around your waist and down your back, gripping the fat of your ass.

“ ‘m so close, fuck, baby— ‘m gonna, gonna..” he couldn’t even talk and all you were doing was jerking the poor thing off? you didn’t want to let him off easy though. :( he had been depriving you. you released his cock, making him groan from the denial of his orgasm.

“you fuckin’ brat—“ he moaned out almost pathetically. you moved off his thigh, sliding off your night shorts and panties before gripping his jaw tightly into your hand.

“so mean.” you pouted sarcastically, as you let yourself sink down on his cock. the stretch burned so deliciously, you whimpered as he bottomed out inside of you. his hands went straight to your hips, there would definitely be bruises there tomorrow.

“fuuucckkk..” he moaned, his head lolling forward, kissing your collarbone that was exposed from your sleep tank.

“you feel so good, si. hm, so good.” you whimpered as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. he felt so overstimulated, your pussy was clenching down on him like a vice. his head was filled with nothing but you and your pussy.

you slowed your movements once more, grinding into him in circular motions. your hands grasped the sides of his neck, you don’t know how he was breathing with his mask still on, your fingers gently moving it up to the bridge of his nose. his lips looked so red and puffy. so pretty just for you. you smashed your lips into his, all teeth and tongue, swallowing each others moans.

then something clicked in simons head.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, standing up, he pulled out from your warmth as he swiftly twisted you around. a gasp fell from your lips, hands flying to brace yourself on the desk. his hands gripped your hips and slamming his cock hard into you. your mouth opened into a silent scream, hands clenching into fists as he finally took you.

now you were the whimpering mess underneath him.

“such a slutty girl i have, hm? couldn’t wait till i..fuck, till i was done with my work? just had to have my cock so fucking deep inside you.” his voice was so hoarse and mean. you were in heaven.

“si! please, just needed you so bad.” you whimpered as he abused your cunt. his hips slapping into you ass, and the sound of your wetness could be heard in the room. his hand went to your neck, pulling you back against him as he thrusted harder. he was so fucking close. his hips began to thrust into you fast, his breathing became harder, groaning in your ear in bliss.

“fuck, pet. taking care of me good aren’t you? so fucking good, my love. fuck, im gonna—“ he moaned once more, before giving you two more hard thrusts before emptying out inside you.

you whimpered in bliss, pressing back into him for more, his hand still wrapped around your throat, his other across your tummy holding you still for him. he hummed, pressing a sweet kiss against your neck making you giggle.

“you little minx.” he grunted, as he pulled out from you, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs was a pretty sight.

gonns kms now cause i cant take the stress away from our ghost :((

[blackbat05]

Fate

Adam Warlock x Reader

Plot: Who knew a mundane activity could help you to develop a new bond in the strangest of ways?

Genre: PG-13 (Mentions of public attack, please do not read if it triggers you)

A/N: I have no idea why but I suddenly decided to try writing for Adam Warlock! Honestly, Will Poulter caught my eye way back in maze runner (yes I know) and I hope he does well! The movie isn't out yet so I'm leaving a lot to my creativity here. If you like it, do reblog! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Also, if you do like my work and if you can, do tip here!

Tired.

You were so very tired. Yet you were so restless. Somehow the sage advice from your mother rang loud in your ears despite the grueling schedule you had just gone through today.

An exercise will do you some good.

Cursing under your breath, you prepared to head out in your workout gear. As they say, the starting is always the hardest.

Getting into a rhythm with the music, you started on your usual route. Shoes pounding the pavement, you let yourself feel the burn on your thighs.

Sure, you despised running. If there was an easier way, you would take it without a doubt. But there were upsides to it as well.

Such as the fresh air, the familiar scent of spring, and freshly baked croissants mixed together.

It was definitely not the man that you ran face-first into.

As you collide with him, you almost bounce off right into the parked car at the side of the pavement. Bracing for the impact, you didn't expect a pair of arms to wrap you by the waist.

"Are you alright? I mean, did I hurt you? That's what Quill told me to say if I offended someone." The man mumbled the last part loud enough for you to hear. You can't help but be amused at his choice of words. Standing back upright, you're able to take a better look at the man- scratch that.

You were looking at a god.

His skin was unbelievably golden as if it was kissed by the sun. It certainly didn't help that his chiseled features were staring at you unabashedly with piercing eyes.

Snapping out of your stupor, you nod a little too fast for your liking. You allow your eyes to run, hovering over his figure, wondering how hard you must have run into him to almost get a concussion.

Or was it the other way around?

Get your head out of the gutter.

"I wouldn't say you offended me. I wasn't really watching where I was going either." You gave your most amicable smile. To your slight disappointment, the man seems to be lost in thought as he stares beyond you.

Get real and get your arse moving. You have no business with him anyway, he's just some stranger whom you bumped into-

You attempt to sidestep him to continue your journey when he grabs you once more right as a blast throws the two of you back onto the ground.

Ears ringing, you realize the man's trying to rouse you from your shock. All you can see is chaos as people around you run frantically for shelter.

Carrying you away from the open, he gently places you down. You struggle to get your hearing back but you know what he's trying to tell you.

"Stay here."

Before you can argue, he leaves the temporary shelter he found for you and walks into the open. Just what was he thinking?

"Are you mad! You'll get yourself killed!" You screamed enough for your throat to go hoarse.

The man looks over his shoulder, an unreadable expression on his face. And then, the unbelievable happens.

Eyes glowing bright yellow, he leaps into the adjacent building with frightful speed, crashing the windows on his way through. A flash of bright light and soon enough, the assault on the streets stops.

You don't realize how hard you're trembling until a hand rests on your shoulder. You are now looking at a woman with big black eyes and antennas attached to her head staring at you curiously.

"Go to sleep."

***

You jolt with shock, panting wildly. What kind of a crazy dream was that? You were positive you were going insane with all the recent stress.

Wait... this wasn't your house. Why did you feel like you were on a moving spaceship?

Scrambling out of the covers, you press the button, planning a great escape. You see a knife discarded at the entrance. Yeap. You had to get out of here.

Arming yourself with the weapon, you creep out of the room and make your way to the front of whoever kidnapped you. As you inch forward, you could hear hushed voices trying to climb over each other at once.

"What were you thinking Adam? I mean I'm reckless but this is a whole new level! What if someone saw you?"

"Reckless is an understatement. You should have seen Quill, he was a hot mess."

"Not now Rocket! Drax can you check on sleeping beauty? The mechanics should have worked by now."

At the mention of what you presume to be you, you raise your knife and make the most intimidating face you can conjure at this moment.

"Somebody has three seconds to tell me what I'm doing on a flying spaceship or I'll cut someone's head off. Trust me, I can be pretty mean with this knife."

You see the man- Adam as you have learned staring at you along with the rest. Seeing how no one was making their move, you advance forward, holding the knife to his throat.

To your shock, Adam smirks, pushing away the tip of the knife with his ring finger without breaking eye contact with you. "Drax, you should really keep an eye on your stuff you know."

Another man with a hulking figure and dark green skin shrugs helplessly. "Sorry."

The third man in a red leather jacket rushes over to stop the altercation. "Please put the knife down. We have not kidnapped you. In fact, we haven't left Earth yet. Remember the blast? My name is Peter Quill and if you would we can explain everything to you."

You turn your attention to him, letting Peter continue.

You can't believe your ears- that have now been equipped with some sort of alien tech, courtesy of the talking raccoon that was tinkering away at the control panels, oblivious to the absurdity of it all.

"The blast affected your hearing and Adam bought you here to get it fixed. It may be a little weird but you feel comfortable in no time."

You nod numbly, trying to process this information. "Can I speak to Adam in private please?"

Peter nods, ushering the others who seemed eager to stay. Once the doors to the smaller rooms had slid shut, you approached the man.

"I appreciate what your team has done but I don't get it. Why did you help me? You could have just left me."

Adam pauses and for a split second, you're positive that he's almost zoning out on you.

"You were concerned about me. No one was ever concerned for me before."

You frown at his admission, silently sitting beside him.

“Well, I don’t know what you went through but you deserve every bit of concern. Even if you can fly through buildings and practically indestructible.” You hold his hand to which causes him to freeze momentarily.

But you don’t let go. Instead, you wait for him. Confused, Adam slowly interlocks his fingers with yours before holding it tighter. He looks at you, as if to seek your approval.

“Thank you Adam. Thank you for saving me.”

Your intimate moment was broken by his team as they stumbled out of the room, a lopsided grin on Quill’s face that you choose to ignore. Even so, Adam doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Well then! I hope that settles everything. I’m so sorry but we really must get going. And I’m not going to be accused of kidnapping another human into space.”

You blushed apologetically to which the rest of the team accepts good naturally with the exception of the raccoon whom which you were still weirded out by to be honest.

Walking down the steps, you see Adam slowly trailing behind you, hesitant to leave to god knows where. You see that he’s struggling to form his words, so you decide to take the lead.

“If you come back to Earth again, I’ll be happy to show you around.”

He blinks at your offer, breaking into a smile. “I’ll love that.” Adam strides over to you, giving you a last goodbye hug before getting back into the jet, leaving his lingering trace of his embrace.

You can’t explain it but as you watch the jet soar into the skies, you feel like you will see him again very soon.

Just like your first encounter, it would be fate.

[moonlightstar27]

Let me sleep~

Summary: You can’t sleep after having a bad dream so you bug Belphegor till he’s had enough and made you fall asleep

Contains: Cowgirl, pussy eating, cock warming, fluff, reader asking questions that won’t make sense

You can’t sleep. Not after that horrid nightmare you had just now. You had a little to no little with in the room you laid you head in, it might have something to do with it being night, but you can’t sleep. Not without someone help you go back to sleep. You walked out you room and head up the stairs to Belphegors bed. You thought of it as a bd idea but you needed him and only him.

You lifted up the covers and slipped under and cuddled up to him, but it didn’t go unnoticed, “MC? What are you doing in my room….And in my bed of all things.” You told him about the nightmare you had but her just chuckled at you. “You had a nightmare and came running to me? You think I’m special?” You nodded you head and hugged him close to you, thinking you’d be fine you’d close you eyes trying to sleep.

.

..

…

….

Shit.

You tosses and turned trying to find a way to sleep but can’t you faced the back of Belphegor’s back and started to speak up. “Belpie, you up?” No response. “Hey I have. Question, do you guys ever eat random items you’d find? Or become a sea house for star fish?” Still nothing from him, this should’ve given you the sign that he was awake but you kept going. Asking him more and more questions.

“Do you ever look at the stars and wonder if you could eat them whole? Or maybe you stuck on a sour lollipop cause you’re really hungry?” The bed had shifted and you’re meet with his burning purple eyes. “You sound like fucking Mammon, shut up.”

“But i can’t I’m not sleepy and i have so many more questions to ask you” you turn your body towards him and poke at his back. “Come on Belphie, answer my questions.” He groaned in annoyance and turned to looks you dead in the face. “There’s two things things that I hate in this world Lucifer, and people getting in the way of my sleep.” He shifted over on top of you, pinning your arms down.

“I’ll take care of you going to sleep till you can’t take any more and pass out~” Belpheger slides under the covers to where you’re shorts are, and unties the drawstring and slides your panties down. “B-belphie! What are you doing?” He doesn’t take his time and starts eating your pussy, very slowly.

Even with out him being seen you can hear the lewd noises coming from the covers the hard sucking from his mouth on your clit is pleasing you so much. You gently his hair and softly going his face on your clit, spreading your legs for him to get in there. “Fuck, you tasty so good for an annoying person. But I want more.” Belphie then lifted you up on his shoulders and started sucking faster.

You moaned out at the fast attack on your clit, what made it worse was that he started to finger you. You felt your orgasm come in fast and hard. Your legs wrapped around his head as your orgasm came crushing down hard on his face, he happily drank it down. For some reason you felted sleepy after that, and drifted into slumber.

Hours passed since and you felt the sun on your skin, slowly opening your eyes you were meet with the sun… And something in you. You move your head down to see what it is, your panties were still off and what was in place of it was Belphies cock. It’s so filling you can’t believe its in you. “Mmmm MC stay still your so warm~” Belphie grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer, putting you deeper on his cock. A moan lefted both of you mouths. “Belphie~ Stop teasing me like this.” He let out a small chuckle and lift you on top of him and bounced you on and off of his cock at a slow paced, slowly rocking back and forth “Damn, M-mc you feel so good.” He whimpers as you bounce on him a little bit faster now, he’s trying to match your pace but he can’t he’s lost in the pleasure.

He flipped the both of you over and started pounding in you leaving your legs within the air, you grip onto his backs for support and to push him in deeper to hit all the Right places, both of your highs are close and you it now. You close the space between you and him and kiss him softly, you feel his hands on your ass as he lifts you closer and have one more thrust into you and cums deep within you.

“F-fuck~ MC that was… Amazing.” He held on you as he laid back on to the bed. You both were out of breath, but you wanted a little bit more of him. “Hey, Belphie, are you up for a round 3?” Silent, it was quiet. He went back to sleep. Maybe you should too. After all you got him mad once, you don’t wish to get him mad once more…. Or do you~

[ellibean-icecream]

Tea Leaves and Coffee Beans Ch. 3

“Ma! Ma! Check this out!”

Castti glanced over, leaving Throné to finish pouring the latte one of the students had ordered. The morning had passed quickly – she was pleased to learn Throné was a fast learner – and the usual crowd from the local university slowly filtered in. Professor Osvald had found his usual table, spreading his papers out to work. He was in daily, now; his daughter’s friendship with Ochette meant he could work in peace while they kept each other busy.

Her ward stood in front of the counter now, grinning widely. She held up a drawing, messier than usual; the lines of the drawing were darker, the colors standing out sharply in contrast. The drawing depicted her and Throné standing near each other as she taught her. Castti felt her cheeks warm slightly.

“Look at this! You made a new friend and I wanted to draw you with her! And Elena’s popps gave me this!” Ochette proudly held up what looked to be a charcoal pencil – it certainly explained what she’d noticed about the drawing. “He said this is a charcoal pencil! It’s something real artists use. It’s hard, but I really really like it! It makes me feel pro-fess-io-nal!”

Ochette excitedly accentuated the word, her grin growing wider as she spoke. She was practically bouncing up and down with excitement now, and Castti couldn’t help but imagine that tail she wore wagging; she laughed softly at the image, warmth rising in her.

“Get her, ma! Your new friend! I wanna show her the drawing too!”

Castti hesitated a moment, but nodded, trying her best to banish her worries. She walked over to her trainee’s side, catching her attention and leading her back to where her ward waited with bated breath.

“Throné, i wanted to introduce you to my daughter, Ochette. Ochette, this is Throné. She’s going to be working here now, so you’ll see her a lot!”

Her trainee’s eyes widened slightly at the introduction. “Your daughter? I didn’t realize you had a daughter. If it’s not too rude a question–”

Ochette saved her from answering whatever question that might have been. “Look! Look! I drew you both! You’re ma’s friend, so I wanted to draw you!Your dress is so so pretty, I want one just like it! Here!”

She pushed the drawing into Throné’s hands, then turned and ran off back towards Elena and the professor. Her new coworker stared at the drawing, a small smile on her face. She looked up at Castti, a thoughtful expression replacing the grin.

“...she’s adorable.” Throné paused, formulating the words in her head. “...I still have no idea how to ask this politely–”

“You’re wondering how old she is, and likewise how old I am.” Castti smiled at the sheepish look on her face. She and her ward were gossiped about frequently enough in the café, much to Partitio’s dismay; he frequently pulled her aside to apologize when a nosy student asked too many pointed questions. She was honestly surprised Throné had not heard anything about her.

Castti gently took her arm, leading her into the back room and away from prying ears. “...she’s adopted. It was a special case. I had to fight for her in court. She’s my stepsister, really. My dad was an ass. He married her mom, and they decided she was too difficult to raise. So since I’d moved out they dumped her with me. I more or less raised her. Had to drop out of school, but she was worth it.”

Throné nodded slowly, taking in her words. She cast a glance through the cracked door towards the excitable girl. “Eventually the courts agreed her parents were negligent; took more convincing, but I was awarded custody. Don’t know where I’d be without this place. Partitio looks out for us.”

Castti smiled fondly, following her gaze. “I had no idea, Castti. I’m… it’s good she has someone as kind as you. The foster system isn’t kind. It would break her. Like–”

She turned back towards Throné as she trailed off; tears had started welling in the corners of the younger girl’s eyes. Castti stepped closer, worry rising inside her. The dark haired girl backed away, shaking her head.

“...I can give you some space, if that’s what you need.”

At her nod she turned away, stepping slowly out of the breakroom. She cast one glance back, then turned to find Partitio.

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

[oh-katsuki]

Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

Masterlist 

Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you. 

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k 

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye. 

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into  outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty. 

No one believed you. And who would? 

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him. 

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year. 

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them. 

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions. 

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front. 

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?” 

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing. 

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out. 

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you. 

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy. 

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter. 

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt. 

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”  

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.” 

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze. 

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place. 

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep. 

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently. 

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.” 

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache. 

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested. 

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name. 

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.” 

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.” 

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock. 

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” 

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too. 

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves. 

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.” 

Oh, he gets it now. 

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again. 

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.” 

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb? 

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?” 

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life. 

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head. 

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm. 

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!” 

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima. 

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better. 

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?” 

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through. 

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder. 

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Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you. 

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut. 

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course. 

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind. 

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons? 

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same. 

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.” 

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?” 

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about. 

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you. 

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help. 

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head. 

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-” 

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.” 

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge. 

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.” 

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again. 

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?” 

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. 

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class. 

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you. 

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock. 

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him. 

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly. 

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.” 

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal. 

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying. 

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips. 

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth. 

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.” 

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat. 

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal. 

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs. 

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.” 

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh. 

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all. 

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds. 

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.” 

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you. 

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.” 

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief. 

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin. 

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically. 

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.” 

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face. 

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows. 

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt. 

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl. 

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips. 

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.” 

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs. 

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet. 

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours. 

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust. 

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.” 

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull. 

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks. 

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy. 

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly. 

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.” 

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together. 

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this? 

“Say it.” 

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now. 

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.” 

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed. 

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.” 

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it. 

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt. 

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy. 

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up. 

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.” 

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long. 

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth. 

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy. 

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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Escape From Halloweentown {Jack Skellington x Reader} CHAPTER 5 - Good Morning

Summary: When a game of hide-and-seek goes wrong, you find yourself lost in the woods without a way home. Whether it be fate, or just dumb luck, you suddenly find yourself in a far bigger predicament than you ever thought you would be- and it’s not just because you can’t seem to find your little brother.

Pairing: Reader / Jack Skellington. A very slow burn fic.

NOTE: This is a full-length fanfic! If you don’t want to read chapter by chapter on tumblr, please use the following links to read in a different format / on a different website!

CW: Slight NSFW themes

Hey all! I'm back with this chapter and it has some... surprises. I know I specified that this is a slow burn fic, and it IS, but some spice doesn't hurt here. Also, I wanted to put a content warning in case someone didn't want to read because of their closeness- I'll spoil what happens below for those who are on the edge about it.

As always, thanks for choosing my fic! I really appreciate it x

SPOILER: You and Jack sleep together, and in the morning he accidentally stimulates you with the bones of his leg. It doesn't progress pass 'accidental' and you quickly go to the bathroom.

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The fire crackled, a few select sparks flying out and disappearing as quick as they did so. Jack stood watching you, your breaths making your back rise and fall rhythmically, as you slept draped across the windowsill. That can’t be comfortable… Jack thought, his first instinct wanting to bring you to bed and cover you in his blanket. I can’t, he scolded himself. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he lost you. He enjoyed your company, but you’ve become restless, and he can tell that you would take a chance to escape the moment it was presented to you.

Still, something about the way you sat made him frown. He didn’t like that you were sleeping like that, hunched over on your knees, drooling on a platform of wood. Fighting his initial rejection, he tiptoed your direction, careful not to make any noise. Despite this, you stirred, and your eyes popped open.

You wiped your face, turning around so fast that your muscles ached from the stiffness they’d developed prior. There, right behind you, was Jack, looking down at your half-awake form. He’d stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Was he praying that you were asleep? What even was his plan? 

You raised your arms up by gut reaction, covering your face and ducking. Jack’s brow raised further, puzzled by your need to protect yourself. Was he really that scary to you? Did you… dislike him that much? The sadness swept through him, lodged deep in his bones. He took a step back, keeping his mouth shut. You stilled your shaking, and peeked through your arm barrier. Jack had moved back a few feet, yet he hadn’t said a word. You lowered your arms slowly, trusting that he wouldn’t charge or do something worse.

Jack waited patiently for you to say something, but you didn’t know what to say. You felt all the thoughts on the situation bounce around your head, and so you just caught one at random, voicing it.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

Jack hesitated, caught off-guard. He’d been watching you for a little bit, yes, but he meant no harm. He couldn’t form all of those words, so he just nodded. “Yes.”

You had no idea how to take that. Your pulse, already pounding at having been woken up, quickened more. “Why?” You sounded more and more desperate, your body short of breath.

Jack really couldn’t answer this one. He didn’t know how you would react, so he just spoke from the heart.

“I was thinking that you couldn’t be comfortable sleeping like that.”

You paused, reflecting on his reply. You didn’t know what to say after that. Was he being creepy, or was he being kind? You continued the conversation for lack of another option.

"It isn't. It hurts my back. And my neck."

Jack took in this information quietly. "Then why did you sleep there?" 

"I don't have very many choices. The bed is too small."

Jack thought about this. You were right; the bed was for his small ghost dog, who didn't need sleep anyway. It served more as a pillow than a mattress. He swallowed, wanting desperately to help you out. Without letting it pass through his mental filter, he spoke. He brought up a solution that had been off limits.

"You can sleep in my bed."

Your heart skipped a beat. You forgot to breath. His bed? 

You worked up the courage to ask. You had to know how he thought this would go if you agreed. "With you?"

Jack was caught off guard once more, but this time his face was stone. He wanted to give you a choice.

"If that's what you want."

. . .

It was awkward enough when the much taller skeleton had touched you gently during your check-up with Dr. Finklestein, but the feeling that burned through you now was definitely worse. You wanted to sleep in a bed- a real bed- and let your body actually rest. And, even though you denied it, you wanted the protection of Jack. You bit your lip, fighting with your inner emotions. You want to, you more than want to, but the logical part of your brain told you that it was dangerous. What if he hurt you? What if he wanted to force himself on you? What if… what if you wanted him? 

Your eyes darted around the room, looking for something- anything- to use to distract yourself. Before you could, Jack spoke once more. His tone seemed…. disappointed. 

"You don't have to, of course. It's an option, not a necessity."

You instantly interjected. "No! That's not- that's- I didn't mean that. I just don't-" You cut yourself off, trying to organzie your thoughts. You started to panic. You closed your eyes tightly, your breaths getting faster, more strained, more panicked, more-

Jack's hand made contact with your shoulder, and he squeezed to take your attention from your racing mind. You reached up and put your own hand atop his, and you grabbed it. He retreated, but before he could you interlocked your fingers in his. You needed someone. For some reason, you needed him.

He didn't quite understand your emotions right now, but he could sense distress. He knelt down, much more around the same height as you. He took his free hand and started rubbing your back in large circles, trying to stimulate slow, deep breaths. Your pulse calmed ever so slightly, and Jack felt a surge of dopamine. It was working. He was helping you.

Once you gained control over your body once more, you realized how close you both were. He sat next to you, your hand in his and his palm rubbing your back. He wasn't doing any harm. He was only trying to make you feel better.

"Would you like to come to bed? With… me?" Jack asked the same question in a different way, trying to make it more 'yes or no' rather than having you explain. That served no purpose for you, and it was easier, anyway.

To Jack's surprise, you nodded, sniffing back snot and tears that were trying to exit your system. You were kind of surprised at yourself, but you couldn't be alone for yet another night. You needed someone.

Jack slipped his hand away from where it was placed in yours, and rose, lifting his palm from your back. He reached out his hand and helped you up, standing still afterward. He took a tender step forward, eyeing you, but you looked calm. He reached his hands up and gently touched your collar, the chain rattling slightly from the shift in weight.

Slowly, he thumbed the studs, twisting it so that he could unlock it with the key he’d kept hidden somewhere on his person. The metal clinked, and popped open within seconds. He removed it from around your neck, tossing it to the side. Your skin was very red, and it looked almost irritated. It felt irritated, but you dared not to fidget or scratch. You knew it would only make matters worse. 

Jack's palm hovered over the affected area, an odd look crossing him. You looked at him just as you had when he was last this close. You tilted your head to the side to give him easier access, and he ran the end of a single digit across the raised irritation bumps. He was so gentle, and his phalanges were cold, but it soothed you more than you'd expected. You leaned into his touch, slightly embarrassed. He stopped for a moment, and you turned back to look at him.

"I'm sorry." 

Jack sounded sincere. He sounded hurt. It seemed like he didn't realize how inhumane he was treating you. You said nothing. 

He sighed to himself and gently pulled you along with him as he went down the spiral staircase you'd been previously kept away from. You remembered that this floor was the one with the tub. You remembered the time you'd bathed, and how gentle Jack was with you then, at your most vulnerable. You trusted him then and it had been okay- trusting him now wasn’t any different.

On the other side of the room was a mattress that had been laid out crookedly. The blankets were tossed to the side, and a single pillow was pushed up against the wall. It looked like Jack hadn't slept at all yet tonight.

He guided you toward his bed, and you realized that it was slightly smaller than a Queen-sized. If you shared, you'd surely be touching him. But you'd also be sleeping on a bed, and as your mind clouded more and more with sleep, you wanted its comfort more and more.

You looked to him for permission, and he nodded, pulling up the blanket to cover you. You laid down, and the moment the blanket hit you, you felt instantly exhausted. You'd cried so much this past week that you weren't sure if you could again. Your brain felt empty, your body fuzzy. Despite this, you scooted over and made room for Jack, who climbed under with you. 

His striped pajama clothes suited him well, and looked more comfortable than the sweats you were given. You didn't want to be rude, but you'd wished you'd had your pajamas. They kept the chill from penetrating into your skin easily.

You shivered. You were cold, especially now that there was no fireplace on this floor. Jack must've noticed, because he nudged himself toward you, just so it was barely noticeable. You breathed in, weighing your options. You were already kept here against your will, you might as well be comfortable.

"You can come closer. You can… hold me. If you want."

Your request came out more like a suggestion. You inwardly cursed yourself for acting so submissive. Still, Jack did as you mentioned and snuck his arm over you, turning on his side. He rested it on the curve of your hip, making sure his only point of contact was his elbow atop the flesh there. For some reason, you thought his hesitance was cute. You lingered on the thought before letting it stay, choosing not to push it down.

You wiggled closer to him, wanting his body to heat yours despite his being a literal skeleton, but he kept moving away. Not caring if he didn't want to hold you at this point, you growled in frustration. 

"I want you to be next to me. I want your body to touch mine." You felt like you were demanding, and quickly followed up with, "If you want that too, I mean."

He didn't respond. For a brief while, he didn't even move. You thought you'd been too mean to him, that your tone had been too much, but he suddenly closed the gap between your bodies and tucked his hand under your ribs, his arm around you snugly. He rested his chin atop your head, his form too tall to go any lower. You felt your nerves ignite, and even worse, the feeling deep in your belly spread farther than it should have.

Still, you felt calm and cozy with Jack snuggled up behind you. Your bodies being pressed together soothed you, and you felt okay. It was almost like you weren't missing. It was almost like you could forget you were very far from home. If you closed your eyes and pretended really hard, it was almost like you were happy.

. . .

You woke up to a bright light passing just over your head, shadowed by the obstacle that is Jack's skull. You forgot that you'd fallen asleep next to him, but it had been worth it; there were no knots in your back or cricks in your neck. You felt well-rested for once.

You were also extremely comfortable. Your limbs were entangled in his, your bodies facing each other while his right palm was pressed firmly against your back. You weren't afraid. If anything, you welcomed his touch. You almost yearned for it. You almost…

Jack stirred and you tried to detangle your bodies, but he pulled you closer. You ceased your actions, looking up at his face. His lids, uncharacteristic of a skeleton, were closed and he looked peaceful. You stared at him for a while longer, taking into account how not monstrous he seemed.

Suddenly, you were staring into two black pits; he'd woken, and found him staring at him. You looked away, your face becoming hot. Quickly, you became aware of exactly what parts of you he was touching: his hand was firmly pressed to your lower back, his thumb grazing the dip in your waist; His pelvic bones were pressing against yours, flesh cushioning them; your chest was pressed to his ribcage; your legs were wrapped around his, his knee resting at the juncture between them. Your body began to burn in embarrassment, but you didn't want to move.

He blinked, and then a smile spread across his face. You felt his bones shake in a soft chuckle, and you were getting more and more self-conscious. You felt the need to apologize, but before the words could even form on your tongue, Jack interrupted you.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

His voice was deeper than usual, thick from lack of use and sleep. His heart rate was steady, despite the position you both were in. There was no doubt that he could feel your thumping pulse from your closeness, but you tried to ignore it. You mumbled out a reply, and he hummed in response. Was he still tired? Did he want to sleep in?

He took a large breath and moved back a smidge, giving you more room to breath. You were grateful, but somewhere inside you, you still wanted him close. You moved forward half the distance, taking a chance. 

He adjusted himself so that your faces were at the same height- it was easier to talk to you this way. He stared at you for another long moment, and this time, you were the one that spoke up.

"Why did you hold me like that? When the Doctor came, I mean."

Your pulse quickened once more, nervousness setting in. Your anxiety always got the best of you in situations like these, but you wanted answers. You needed to know. The question had been burning at you for a while.

"I don't know." 

You hadn't expected that. You'd expected him to make an excuse about his infatuation with humans, or maybe for him to admit some sort of feelings between the two of you. He never elaborated. Just- he doesn’t know why. You had to accept that answer.

"Why did you let me?"

His question caught you off guard. Why had you let him touch you so gently? Why did you let him get close to you now? Why did you yearn for his touch? Why were you even answering questions like these?

"I… liked it. I like when you touch me. I miss being touched."

You swallowed, biting your lip. You repressed a chill as Jack's hand, previously pressed against your back, caressed it's way around to your side, a small squeeze at the curve of your hip letting you know his intent was not malicious. Your back instinctively arched, your body moving forward into the sharp curve of his pelvic bone. You muffled a noise that threatened to come from you, and Jack’s body stiffened. There was no use in hiding the thing that was going on between your two bodies. 

But you could try to ignore it.

Still, you couldn't bring yourself to do so- you wanted to lean in to the feeling, to let it build, and then to satiate it. You wanted it, even though it was extremely selfish. You wanted to be able to trust him at your most vulnerable state. You wanted him to protect you from the other monsters that he governed. You wanted to be safe and loved. You wanted a family. You wanted… home.

You'd hesitated long enough that Jack moved again, his other hand finding it's way to your hair, running his bony fingers through the strands. It felt nice, and you leaned your head into the touch. He took the hand on your hip and inched it upward, caressing the sensitive dip that is your waist, and moving up even more to feel your ribs. The bones protruded slightly, hard and strong under your skin, and Jack's fingers tickled against them.

You let your body turn into putty in his touch, slowly losing control of your higher thought. You reached your hand up to rest against the side of his skull, and he exhaled in a single burst of hot air. The noise and feel of his breath made you shudder, and his knee came up in between your legs, just to pull you closer; his kneecap pressed a pointed pressure at the place where your legs met, and a jolt ran up through the entirety of your body. He didn't know what he did, but you were slowly coming apart, and something about the way you looked fighting for bodily calm sparked a distant instinct inside him. He thought he may have hurt you, but somewhere a thought in his mind pushed him to curl into you, pulling you close and pushing his body into yours.

This time his femur brushed against your overly-sensitive juncture, the spark within your belly growing. Your body was heating up, your own willpower not enough to allow you to hold back. The running of his fingers through your hair, the sweet touch against your ribs, the friction between your legs- you involuntarily moved to make more friction, your hands now holding his shoulders and squeezing hard to keep yourself from making any unnecessary noises. You opened your mouth, exhaling a heated breath, and Jack mirrored you, releasing his pent up emotion. He didn't quite understand what was making you feel so good, but he knew that it was something he was doing, so he didn't want to stop. He wanted to redeem himself, he wanted to take away all the fear, all the uncertainty, all the negative emotions he'd made you feel by bringing you here.

So he kept going.

You pulled yourself close enough to him now that there were no gaps between your bodies. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours, your mouths inches from one another. The stimulation made your lips quiver, and you were holding everything back by what felt like a broken piece of string- more friction, more closeness, more of whatever it was that was happening, and you were over.

You almost yelped out, almost, but suddenly your mouth was pressed against Jack's, keeping you from exhaling any further. Suddenly your nerves were set on fire, but you were sedated by the feeling you were getting from your mind. He pressed his body into yours, and you were overwhelmingly warm. You moved your lips and he moved his, and soon your hand was behind his head, guiding it into a tilt. Your mouths interlocked, your lips pressed against his until a tongue swiped over them. You barely parted your lips, catching a breath, and again Jack’s mouth found yours. He held you close, pulling his legs from where they rested with yours. He untangled himself from you as you kissed, his arms still keeping you close to him. Your hands made their way to his chest, the bones and his sternum pressing through the pajama fabric. 

One last kiss, and you pushed him away gently. He obeyed, opening his eyes to stare at you. He’d just kissed you. Hell, you two might as well have been making out.

He stilled. Stiff, his brain started to think so many different things. He’d never kissed someone like that- had she come onto me?, he asked himself, unsure at what started which thing. Quickly, that burning sensation within his own core shrunk, until it was barely even noticeable. 

You balled your open palm into a fist, resting your hand like that on Jack. You shimmied away slightly, putting some space in between your faces.

“I have to use the bathroom.”

Right, he thought, humans need to get rid of waste. 

As fast as you had gotten yourself into that situation did you get yourself out of it. Jack fought his way to stand against the sleep that plagued his limbs, and after him you did the same. You relieved yourself in a makeshift toilet that Jack had gotten put together for you, sitting appropriately near the tub. He left you alone on the floor while you did so, having gone downstairs to make breakfast for the two of you. 

Alone, you felt ashamed. You’d just kissed a skeleton. A monster. The same exact one that had kidnapped you and chained you up. You frowned, wiping your lips hard with your arm.

Your first fucking kiss was a monster.

[wolfprincesszola]

Brown (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Heyyyy. Have I come out of my hermit hole just to bury myself back in there once I post this? Yes, but I hope you enjoy! This is a Spencer Reid x Reader fanfic because I am in the middle of finishing season 10 and have been a fat simp for him since S1. ——————– Summary: You slowly fall in love with everything that revolves around the amazing Spencer Reid, especially the color brown.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Food, Swearing ——————– If someone asked you what your favorite color was, you would often say grey. Many questioned the idea of you liking grey when your color scheme was blue. You were well aware of the irony.

But you didn’t mind what your friends or acquaintances would say about the way it didn’t make sense or why your favorite color wasn’t blue. Because you were lying.

You would never admit it, but your favorite color was brown. To be more specific, the kind of chocolate brown that was present in your boyfriend's hair. His eyes. You loved the color brown because every time you saw the Dr. Spencer Reid, you saw the color brown. And if seeing him made you happy, then seeing the color brown did too.

The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled, the way he ran his hands through his hair, the way he color-coordinated brown outfits on days he needed to present himself as reliable. Everything about him was so beautiful and it had made brown the most beautiful color. Because Spencer was your favorite person, brown was your favorite color.

And you were determined to tell him this. Especially while you guys were still able to hang out before the next case.

“What are you staring at?” Spencer laughed as he hid his face and threw the closest object at you. A pillow. It bounced off of you.

You cleared your throat, flushing as you looked away, “Nothing.”

“You looked like you were spacing out.”

“Maybe I was.”

“About what?”

Shit. You needed to think of something fast.

You scratched the back of your neck, muttering, “About writing the paperwork for our next case. So excited!”

“You’re a bad liar, you know? There’s no way you are excited about writing that.” Spencer rolled his eyes, “Focus on reading the book! I want to see your thoughts on it”

You laughed, staring back at the page you had been rereading for the past 14 minutes.

“Why am I here again?” Spencer asked as he watched you clearly not paying attention, “You can't even focus on reading.”

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” You raise your hands up in defeat, "Stay. Please. I like hanging out with you."

Spencer just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, right. I’m going to get food. I’ll be back in a few.”

“Nooo!” You whined. “Please, just stay with me. We don’t get to hang out together often. Just us."

Spencer sighed, "I'm just making a phone call."

"Fine. Go." You sigh, admitting defeat.

"And I'm never coming back," Spencer smirked as he dashed out of the room with your debit card.

"Spence!" You scoff before flipping off the general area of where he left. "Traitor."

Spencer did end up coming back. He came over to you, "Scoot over. I want to read with you."

"Oh? And here I thought, the doctor never wanted anything to do with me again?" You tease, moving over on the bed for him.

"Oh shut up." Spencer rolled his eyes as you read out loud to him.

Spencer hummed quietly, often ranting to you about how interesting a little moment in the book would be. Although you were trying to pay attention to what he was saying, you couldn't help but be distracted by the way he tucked your hair behind your ears whenever it fell in front of your face and the way he glanced at you with a look you couldn’t decipher.

When the chapter was finished, you took some time to clear your throat and hopefully hide the blush riding up your cheeks. You wanted to open your mouth to tell him that he was your favorite person. But before you could, there was a ring on the doorbell.

“Oh, that must be the pizza place with our food. I’ll be gone for 3 seconds, okay? Only three!” Spencer replied, dashing out and you couldn't help but give a small smile.

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“Let’s get boba.” Spencer offered to you.

You scrunched your nose.

“Alright, what’s with that face?” Spencer scoffed. “Boba is amazing.”

“I’ve heard it’s chewy. I’d rather not try it.”

“Try it?” Spencer gaped. “You’re telling me you’ve never had boba?”

“No.”

“Alright, we’re going,” Spencer replied, pulling you up out of your chair and dragging you around the house to get his keys. "I tried it a few years ago with the team and I don't know how I used to live without it."

Even though you wanted to comment something snarky, you couldn't, as you were too focused on trying to hide the fact that you were hyper-focused on how he had been holding your hand the whole time and how your hands fit perfectly with each other.

Spencer let his hand fall as soon as he pointed you to get into the car.

“Jeez, okay!” You replied, getting into the car.

With that, Spencer drove the two of them to a boba place, where he bought the boba.

You sighed, “So…what did you get me?”

“I was really tempted to get you gray oolong tea just for the fact that it's your favorite, but went with regular milk tea, and boba.” Spencer smiled as he got the cups, giving one to you, “Try it.”

You couldn't help but melt from the way he looked so happy. You knew he had an eidetic memory, but it was nice to know he cared so much about you to go out of his way to jokingly try to get something because of your favorite color. However, you weren't really sure grey was really your favorite color anymore. Especially not after you met and fell in love with the wonderful Spencer Reid standing in front of you.

With that, you smiled and took a sip of the drink. To say the least, you were very surprised with how boba was. You had to refrain from letting the balls roll out of your mouth from the surprise, but after you got used to it, you gave a small smile, “I’m letting you choose all my food options from now on. This is great. It’s too bad we don’t have anything like this in Virginia.”

“Yeah, but we have the FBI there.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Spencer was silent for a while before he laughed and came up with another comment, “Well, that just means that you get to eat some great boba when you come and visit here with me. Isn’t that better?”

You swore boba became your new favorite food.

"I guess so. It's nice to have this great moment with my beautiful boyfriend."

You internally groaned at yourself. Good? You wanted to tell him that he was your favorite person. To give him this beautiful confession about how much you liked him because he did so much stuff like this for you. To tell him that every one of your favorites was now starting to revolve around him.

“Well, this just gives me an excuse to get boba and to hang out with you without anyone else tagging along,” Spencer joked.

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“I’m bored.” Spencer groaned.

“What do you want me to do about that?” You laughed, “We're here to relax, aren't we, Spence?”

“I know! I just…don’t feel like doing any of the relaxing stuff today.” Spencer pouted, “So…now I’m here, bored with you.”

“What do you want to do?” You replied.

"I hope you know that I'm pretty indecisive when it comes to me being around you." Spencer gave a flirty smile.

“Okay, sorry! Let’s watch a movie or something.” You rolled your eyes, kissing the top of his forehead.

Spencer perked up, “Great idea. You choose.”

Looking at the movie selection, you went for the first one that stood out to him. Frankenstein.

“Frankenstein.”

“Sure, let me set it up,” Spencer replied as he went to put the DVD into the player. He turned on the TV and went to play it, “You know, I actually dressed up as Frankenstein's monster last year and I thought I pulled that off really well.”

“I’m sure you did,” You hummed.

“I even got Morgan to wear the clothes for Frankenstein for a full minute.” He had pulled out his phone to show you a picture.

The technophobic Dr. Spencer Reid was pulling out his phone to show you a picture of himself on Halloween. You felt your heart skip a beat.

Focusing on the picture, you found yourself totally mesmerized by how happy Spencer looked and had to force yourself to look away. “Wow…that’s impressive. I really like the green look.”

“Thanks.” Spencer smiled, “JJ spent a long time on that.”

The two of you turned to watch the movie and you felt Spencer shift over to rest his head on your shoulder.

“I hope this is okay. Usually, I’m not this affectionate, but…I trust you.”

You were dying, but he didn't need to know that. You managed to calm your beating heart enough to tell him that you didn’t mind.

The two then focused on the movie again, you not being able to focus with the constant reminder of Spencer leaning against you.

You swore that Frankenstein's monster was now your favorite movie character because every time you saw them on screen, you could only see happy Spencer. And you loved it.

Halfway through the movie, you decided it was time to tell him. “Spence?”

There was no answer.

You looked over to see him peacefully sleeping on your shoulder. He must’ve been for some time. You didn’t want to disturb him. He hasn't slept peacefully in a few weeks.

Another time. You had all the time in the world to tell him. There was no rush.

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“Where are we going now?” You asked as you huffed up a hill, “Why’d we have to drive so far, only to walk so far as well?”

“I promise you, it’s worth it!” Spencer smiled, “Come on, we’re almost there.”

“Please tell me there’s food at the top.” You pleaded.

“Oh come on. I don't usually like these scenes, especially with all the germs, but the view is perfect, and our friends wanted to go to it.”

You sighed, heaving, “I just want to take a break.”

Spencer rolled his eyes, picking you up bridal style and carrying you the rest of the way, “Come on!”

You shrieked, laughing as you allowed it to happen to you.

At the top, the rest of the team was already setting up a picnic, and you felt breathless over the view. It was almost as beautiful as your boyfriend.

“See?” Spencer smugly smirked.

“You were right. You’re always right.” You admitted.

It wasn’t long before the picnic was set up and Spencer came up to you.

“Sunset’s going to be in a few minutes. Come on. Let’s get a better view.” He smiled, interrupting your thoughts. His smile was something you would never get tired of seeing.

“There looks like a great view.” You pointed to a secluded spot, “But we’ll be away from the group.”

Spencer glanced at the others before shrugging, pulling you with him, “They won’t miss us very much. Come on, I want to see it and I want to take pictures. Capture the beauty.”

With that, you followed him before you both sat down to watch the sunset start to set.

You watched the sky turn from blue into a beautiful pink into an even prettier orange. Then you watched Spencer's face turn from excited to content and you knew that this was the best time out of anything.

“Hey, Y/N? Are you okay? You’ve been acting kinda weird recently.”

“You’re my favorite person.” You blurted out, immediately getting embarrassed and covering your face.

Spencer's head snapped to you, “What?”

You took a deep breath, repeating the sentence again.

Spencer's smile grew, “Really?”

You nodded.

“You’re all red!” Spencer laughed, “That’s so cute!”

“Shut up!” You replied, “I’m sorry if I just made things awkward, it’s just that I’ve been trying to tell you for a long time and I just couldn’t find the right time and I’ve just decided that it was going to be the time when we’re alone and when you’re least expecting it.”

There was some silence before Spencer burst out laughing again. You felt your heart drop.

“Oh, sorry, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that…you’re my favorite person too, and I’m not good at words, but I’ve been trying to subtly tell you through all of these events. I was just hoping that you’d say it first.”

“Oh my god, really?”

“Yeah…I’m so glad you did say it first.” Spencer replied.

“I’m glad too.” You replied, “And I hope you know that when I say you’re my favorite person, I also mean that I’m in love with you.”

And watching Spencer's face melt into pure happiness from those simple five words was enough for you to conclude that brown really was your favorite color. And that Spencer Reid was really your favorite person in the whole world.

[survivingnightbyday]

I was told to write my WIP. Here, take my just over a thousand words thingy. (Part One) @lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks (here's the first part of context for the OP marvel crossover thingy)

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Danny is in the hallways when he gets stopped by the ever familiar pull on his senses. Not the kind of “there’s a ghost nearby” pull, but rather in a “someone’s summoning a ghost and it’s you” pull.

That’s one of the issues with being half-ghost. He could literally be summoned by any halfwit smart enough to somehow find an actual ghost-summoning circle-spell-whatever. He was lucky enough that it only happened twice before.

The good thing was that he had enough time to grab Tucker, who had conveniently been walking with him to their next class, duck out of the hallways, and whisper, “Cover me-” before disappearing.

Distantly, Danny felt kinda bad for Tucker, but he was a bit more busy with being spat out in ghost form on someone’s floor.

Being summoned sucked. Especially when he, Danny, was being Danny Fenton rather than being Danny Phantom, because something forced him to change into ghost form, and that always added to the general disorientation that came from being in one place to nowhere to somewhere.

As soon as the world stopped flashing and he could steady himself, he noticed the room first and the circle second. It was well-lit with warm lights set on the walls near the ceiling, most of it being wood a bit close together. There were glass displays that seemed to have weird artifacts like old papers and swords, and a stairway that led down. There was also a huge window that looked a lot like the inside of a clock.

The energy swirling in the place reminded him very vividly of Clockwork. Although he knew that Clockwork didn’t summon people so much as ominously pop up randomly to bother them during battle or school or while walking down the road. Or-

Danny was then reminded that this was NOT Clockwork’s place, and that someone (probably another dumb group of teenagers) had summoned him. There were even candles and a circle and-

Oh.

Danny was stuck. People normally didn’t know that summoning circles didn’t also trap ghosts. And they also normally weren’t adults who looked like weird monks. The two adults (which, what? What were adults doing summoning ghosts? They weren’t even from Amity Park-) were barely paying any attention, either, which he found really rude. And kind of stupid. Who summons a ghost and then doesn't even pay attention?

The first man had no hair, and was wearing… gold robes. He was also in the middle of arguing with the man with a goatee, with a red cape. “-telling you, Pariah is not some passerby you can just- summon! He’s the-” Pariah? Pariah Dark? The Ghost King that decided Amity Park needed to be in the Ghost Zone before invading? What did these weirdos want with him?

It took him a moment to realize Mr. Bald had stopped talking. Damn. Goatee, on the other hand, took that moment to start.

“I know he’s dangerous, but we’re going to need allies. Is he h-” Goatee said as he turned. Then he caught sight of Danny and also stopped dead. Now both of them were gaping at him.

Danny frowned, drifting up in the air. “Oh, by all accounts, don’t let me stop you. Please, continue.”

The two men looked at each other, wide-eyed and gesturing at him. Ah, silent conversations. Never fun to be left out. He sighed, floating closer to the boundaries and raising his fist to knock on it. It was like a glass wall just popped into existence around him, bolts of what looked like green electricity bouncing away from where he hit it before dispersing. Weird.

“Where is Pariah, ghost?” Goatee asked, standing with Mr. Bald. He was… tall. Both of them were, actually. Danny looked up for a moment before leaning backwards, as though thinking, and shrugged.

He sucked in air through his teeth, before reorienting himself to look at them. “Let’s say he’s in timeout for now.” And that... wasn’t a lie, Danny just left out that the old dictator was stuck in a sarcophogus of ‘never wake up again’. “And… wow, you really must’ve messed up the circle if you got me instead. What makes you think you can actually summon Pariah anyways?”

And now they looked offended and incredulous. “We don’t have time for games, ghost. Who are you?” The one with the Goatee glared, looking as though he was winding up to do something. “We know the circle works, which means that you-” he grunted. Mr. Bald removed his elbow from Goatee’s side, still silently staring.

What is it with people these days? Danny thought, blatantly staring back. “It’s Phantom. Listen, I could humor you all day but I have places to go, fights to fight, stuff like that. So…”

“I think it’d be better if you could explain more, Phantom.” Mr. Bald stated, his arm moving slowly under his robes. Probably to grab something, like a weapon. He did not like that idea. Danny turned away, flicked the barrier again, and looked at the two summoners.

“I think it’d be better if I could leave.” He stressed, eyes narrowing. He hated being caught, hated being forced into somewhere and not being able to leave. It made his very being rebel against the thought, almost- he wasn’t meant to be stuck in a small space.

Ghost barriers worked well on ghosts, though. Danny was not a pure ghost. He was alive and not at the same time, able to switch between the two states almost easily. Things that only affected a ghost or human… well, he could work around them. Sometimes. It hurt his core to use his more human aspects against things that warned off ghosts when he was Phantom, but he could do it.

He grabbed the barrier, straining against whatever kept it there. It wasn't like his parent's inventions at all; there wasn't any device that kept it there. The summoners obviously were well-equipped, but he could be fast- he could hear the mad scramble behind him. His core started to ache, and it felt as though he was benchpressing a bridge- but he kept his grip on the barrier, and when the first crack appeared he squeezed through it.

It felt like time had slowed when he made it out of the barrier. He was half-way across the room about to turn intangible, invisible, the whole nine-yards- and then he stopped. Yet again he was very, very vividly reminded of Clockwork.

“Wong, quick, we need to make a stronger barrier-” Danny couldn’t move. Not yet, it was like he was unfreezing each of his limbs and he was taking too much time- “Did you know ghosts could do that? Was he-?”

“That was one of the stronger barriers against I do not know, Strange, but this does not bode well-”

He felt someone grab him, and that was all it took. He could also feel how they startled when he could finally twist out of the way and through the wall- which felt almost exactly like the barrier but- different, because he could pass through it much easier. Danny didn’t hesitate to book it out of there.

[smuttyassholes]

Show off - San

It was his fault, really, so you honestly didn’t understand why he was mad.

He left you alone to go fuck around with his friends. He let some random girl swoon all over him. 

Sure, he didn’t let her touch him but the fact that he entertained her attention was enough to irk you. But fine. Whatever. Why were you gonna let him ruin your night?

You glared towards him as you downed the rest of your drink before making your way towards the dancefloor, your hips swaying as soon as you found a spot.

It didn’t take long for your whole body to follow as you lost yourself in the music. It also didn’t take long before you felt someone watching you.

Thinking it was San finally deciding to pay attention, you up-ed your performance and got more into it. Your hands coming up to run through your hair as you moved it from your face.

You could feel someone walking towards you and when you turned, you were greeted with someone who most definitely wasn’t your boyfriend, but a rather attractive girl who smiled as she made eye contact with you.

No words were exchanged as she put her hands on your waist and you wrapped your hands around her neck, your fingers playing with the stray strands of hair that fell from her ponytail.

While you and the mystery girl got more comfortable, you felt someone watching you again. This time you looked up, meeting the glaring eyes of the same man that had left you alone just an hour ago.

You smirked slightly as you turned in the mystery girl’s arms, your hips moving against hers while you moved her hands to wrap around your waist.

Your eyes stayed locked on San as you continued dancing, almost challenging him to do something.

He stayed still, though. The only difference being his tightened jaw while his leg started bouncing. You took it as a partial win and made your dancing a bit more sensual, trying to get him to do something. It wasn’t long before you got the reaction you wanted and saw him heading straight for you, giving you no time to react as you were being dragged away, towards the exit, and through the parking lot.

“Wh-”

“Shut it.” He cut you off, his grip on you tightening as he pushed you against the car. “What am I gonna do with you? Hmm?” He asked, his breath next to your ear.

“Well what was I supposed to do?” You countered. “I was bored, so I had to have fun somehow.”

“Fun? That’s what you’re calling it?” He scoffed as his hand reached for the bottom of your dress. “I don’t think giving out what’s mine counts as ‘fun’.” He growled as he hand slid under to grope your ass.

“I think,” He said, his fingers moving under your panties and towards your slit. “You wanted attention.” He said, a smirk forming as he felt just how wet you were. “That or you were wanting someone else to take care of you.”

“Maybe I was.” You spoke through a gasp as he ran a finger over your clit. “Someone had to if you weren’t.”

“Are you really in a position to start that right now?” He scoffed. “I can easily walk away.”

It was your turn to scoff.

“Considering you were the one who dragged me out,” You started, reaching for the buttons on his suit. “I don’t think you’ll be walking away.” You licked your lips as you dragged your finger towards his belt, slightly undoing it. “So why don’t you throw me into the backseat and fuck me like we both know you want to.”

He scoffed and pulled away, stepping slightly so he could open the backseat door. You moved to get in but he stopped you, sitting in the edge before you could.

“I could care less if I’m the one who dragged you out.” He started, moving his hands out to grab your hips and pull you onto his lap. “You know well enough that I can control myself for hours,” His hands pushing up the hem of your dress. “And I know well that you get whiny if I tease you long enough.” His eyes locked with yours as he lightly pulled the fabric up, hinting for you to move so he could lift it more. “So you tell me.” He spoke as his hands bunched the fabric at your waist, the cool night air making you shiver. “You can ride me right here, or we can go home and I won’t let you cum for a week. Maybe two.” He shrugged with the latter part.

The tone in his voice made you shiver again. It wasn’t like you two were shy when it came to public sex, but with the current situation you knew he wouldn’t go easy on you. You looked towards the doors of the club and bit your lip. It wasn’t like you’d be easy to see, anyways.

Without words, you undid the button to his pants and slid his zipper down. He took it into his own hands to pull himself out of his boxers and you felt your face flush knowing what he was trying to get at.

With your dress bunched up and you already on his lap, you lifted yourself up and placed him underneath you. You slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, a shaky breath coming out as you tried to keep quiet.

His hands dropped the fabric and rested on your hips. You were going to look up at him, thinking he’d gone soft for a moment, but all thoughts left your head as he forced you to take all of him. Your mouth fell open as your head fell against him, praying that the noise that left you was quieter than you thought.

“Since you wanted to show off, I thought I’d do the same.” He whispered, kissing the top of your hair. “Now get up and ride it before I make this more obvious.”

You screwed your eyes shut as you felt yourself clench around him, hoping he wasn’t going to say anything. You didn’t try to pull yourself up but started moving your hips instead only for him to stop you.

“No, no.” He said, one of his hands coming up to grab your hair and pull you back so you’d look at him. “You can do better.” He cooed. “I want the same treatment your little friend in there got.” His eyes glared as he cocked his head towards the door.

You picked your head up and looked at him with soft eyes, hoping for just a smidge of leniency that you knew deep down you weren’t going to get. It wasn’t helping that you were still trying to adjust to his size.

“What, baby?” He feigned concern. “Did you want me to help you?”

You nodded your head slowly, still maintaining eye contact. His hand left your hair and returned to your hip, wasting no time in lifting them so he could move you. Everything was happening too fast and you were already starting to forget about where you were.

"My stupid, little baby," He grunted as he settled on a doable pace. He wouldn't admit it, but with the day he's had, he wasn't sure if he could hold himself back. "You still haven't learned that being a brat gets you nowhere."

You thought about saying how it was his fault, but a sudden hand on your throat had that thought fading away, a small gasp coming out in its place.

“Not gonna say anything?” He smirked. “Is it because you can’t or because you know whatever you say would make it worse?”

You were grateful he’d cut you off because you’re sure your voice would’ve been a dead giveaway to the actions going on. You nodded your head and started meeting his thrusts, your own need to cum taking over your movements.

He took the hint and sped up, his hands going back to your hips to make sure you took all of him with every thrusts.

With no hand to shut you up, you felt your face flush as you weren’t so quiet anymore, the heat getting more intense as you felt the wet fabric of his pants every time his hips met you.

“Fuck,” You whimpered out as your head fell onto his shoulder, your stomach tightening at the thought of him walking around with the stained pants had your head spinning. You knew he wouldn’t think twice to let whoever asked know exactly what happened.

“San, I can’t, please.” The words came out before you had a chance to think and you were met with a look of amusement.

“That wasn’t a part of the deal.” He reminded you, his movements slowing down until you were sat on his lap.

“I just don’t think I can keep quiet any longer.” You spoke through closed eyes, scared he would see the lie. “I just want to cum without having to hold back.”

“And why should I care about what you want?” He countered, giving you a slow trust for emphasis. “Especially when you were so disobedient earlier.”

You couldn’t find the answer to his question, only letting out small whimpers as he kept the taunting pace. 

“Can you really not handle it, baby?” He raised a brow, his hands wrapping around the small of your back, not waiting for your response before continuing. “If that’s the case, maybe I could let you off easy.” He licked his lips. “And you’d be thankful if I did, right?”  

You nodded helplessly, hoping this wasn’t another punishment of his. 

“I’ll fuck you stupid once we’re home, all you have to do is suck me off right here.” He whispered, the tone making you clench again and he chuckled. “Can you do that for me, princess?”

You let out a shaky ‘yes’ and slowly removed yourself from his lap, a small whine coming out as the empty feeling took over. You got up, leaning down so you weren’t showing through the window. You looked behind you, wondering if the door would cover you. 

“C’mon, princess.” He reassured. “If you make it quick, you won’t have to worry about getting caught.” He motioned you over with his finger.

You hesitated before finally settling on the thought that the car door would be enough to cover you. You bent over, taking him into your mouth and working your way down, gagging slightly when he reached the back of your throat. 

Fearing you’d make anymore noise, you looked up at him in hopes he would take control, which he gladly did. His hair wrapped itself in your hair, holding you still while he worked his hips into you. 

“God, your mouth always feels so good.” He groaned out as his head fell back. “And your ass always looks so good sticking out like that.” He rasped. “I’m sure it would be even better if someone else was fucking you while you sucked me off, what do you think?” 

You whined at the thought, letting San know you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea. He chuckled and held you down while he settled in your throat for a few seconds.

“Good to know.” He groaned as he pulled you off, watching you gasp as tears welled in your eyes. “I’m just not sure I could let someone else see you like this.” He tsked, pushing you back down, but only keeping you at his tip. “But seeing your face right here while someone else fucks you,” He paused, slowly pushing you back down. 

“I think that’s something I need to see.”

- asshole 4

[twiceinadream]

Twice React- Cockwarming Alpha S/O

Requested: Yup

Request: Can u do omega twice cockwarming for alpha reader 🧑🏾‍🦯

a/u: Hey, everyone! Long time no see, I’ve missed you all so much and I hope you can forgive me for being gone so long. My life has been insanely busy these last few weeks so I hope you enjoy the first thing I’ve written in nearly a month. I love you all and thank you so much for all the love and support! And remember to stream “Alcohol-free”!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Nayeon

“Here!?”

Nayeon wouldn’t exactly call herself an “exhibitionist”, but then again, she couldn’t say she hated where this was going. You and your girlfriend had agreed to hold Twice’s weekly movie night at your apartment as the two of you spent all evening setting everything up for the girls. And it wasn’t until everyone was nearly ready to start did you pull Nayeon onto your lap and a blanket over her legs. She could feel your hardon through your pants as you snaked a hand between the two of you, pushing your pants and boxers down to let your erection breath. A challenging smile grew on your girlfriend’s lips as she moved her underwear to the side, letting you slip in as she sat back down. Stifling a moan as a jump scare jostled the both of you, making her sink further down onto your cock as she tried to maintain a neutral expression. Doing everything in her power to try and ignore the way your alpha-hood pulsed inside of her as she was forced to endure the next hour and a half filled with you.

Jeongyeon

“Stop moving.”

It had been a few weeks since you and your girlfriend had done anything spontaneous. Your mate just didn’t think it would also involve her members. Jeong bit her lip as the grip she had on your arm tightened even more as you made a show of getting up slightly to fix the blanket you had draped over you and your girlfriend. A playful smirk covered your face as Jeongyeon resisted the urge to hit you as the jostling you caused made her stifle a moan. Your cock nestled nicely inside of her as the rest of her members continued to watch the show playing on the tv. Blissfully unaware of the evil you were conducting on their second eldest Unnie.

Momo

“Y/N.”

Planning trips was hard and you had to commend Momo for all the work she did by herself. So you decided to pay her back the best way you could. A persistent blush covered the eldest Japanese woman’s face as she tried her hardest not to show any indication of what was going on as she moved onto your lap the first half hour into the flight. Ignoring the weird but mysteriously knowing look the flight attendant had given her when the plane had hit a bit of turbulence and she had to bite her finger to stifle the groan that threatened to spill out. You couldn’t help but chuckle lowly as Momo scowled, “Y/N, please.” You just shrugged before continuing to watch the movie that was playing on your phone. But after having you inside of her for the better part of an hour she had finally had enough as you rutted your hips into her. Finally bringing over the edge as she shuddered on top of you, silently releasing all over your lap before she slumped back into you. A cocky smile growing on your face as you whispered into your mate’s ear, “Welcome to the Mile High Club, Momoring.”

Sana

“Oh god…”

Sana couldn’t exactly remember what had caused you two to end up in this position but she found herself on her knees in the middle of the living room with a blindfold over her eyes. She could hear you unzip your pants as the strong scent of your alpha-hood greeted her nose as you placed the tip of your cock to her lips. The corners of her lips curled up into a small smile as you pushed into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed along the underside of your shaft as Sana made a move to bob her head forward, but you stopped her with a hand threaded lightly into her hair, “Not yet, baby.” You could see her eyebrows knit together in confusion as you just kept yourself there, and as time passed you could sense your mate’s neediness as her fists furled and unfurled repeatedly against her thighs. You finally had enough of your own self restraint as you jogged your hips forward. Sana met you halfway as one of her hands came up to play with your balls while she took you down to the root, enjoying the feeling of you shallowly fucking her throat as the hand in her hair tensed as you came.

Jihyo

“Patience Jagiya.”

It wasn’t necessarily Jihyo’s fault she had been so busy these past few weeks, she and her members had a comeback to prepare for and all. But that also didn’t mean you were exactly an angel either. This whole thing started out innocently, it went from your girlfriend sitting next to you on the couch, to her hand on your thigh, then somewhere after that you found yourself buried inside the tight walls of your mate’s heat as she peacefully read a book while perched on top of you. You could feel her clench and unclench around you, testing you, you hated it. Your hands were practically fisting the couch cushions as she continued to rock her hips ever so slowly. You could tell Jihyo was enjoying every second of her sadistic teasing as you whimpered into her ear, “Baby, please.” She just shook her head, “No, you were bad and brats get punished.” You let out a scoff that was cut off by the high pitched moan you let out as she dropped into your lap, making your cock dribble some cum inside of her. “You’re mean.” Jihyo just smiled as she got off you, your hard cock glistening and throbbing in the cool air of the room. “And you’re a brat.”

Mina

“Don’t even think about it.”

Mina was okay with letting you have control. But sometimes when she wanted something, she was gonna get it. Labored breathing filled the bedroom as you collapsed on top of Mina, a satisfied smile on both of your faces as she trailed her fingers along your back. Drawing meaningless circles across your shoulder blades as she felt you soften side of her, you made a move to pull out but your mate stopped you as she suddenly flipped your guy’s positions so that she had you pinned beneath her. A look of surprise on your face as Mina sat up on your lap, “Don't move.” You raised an eyebrow in confusion before she began gyrating her hips, a shocked gasp leaving your mouth as you made a move to stop her. “W..wait.” But the Japanese woman simply ignored you as she could feel you attempt to get hard again, “I said, ‘Don’t move.’.” You whimpered as you could feel yourself growing to a second climax, a pained moan leaving you as you weakly came inside of your girlfriend. A pleased smile grew on her face as she kissed your nose, “Goodnight, Y/N.” She laid back down on top of you, your cock still inside of her as you shrugged, ‘Tomorrow morning should be fun.’

Dahyun

“What if someone sees?”

Going to the beach on a hot summer day was a good idea. Or so Dahyun thought it was. The two of you had arrived early enough to find a small secluded spot on the far side of the beach that was blocked by a small cliff, leaving the two of you in your own little world as you held Dahyun to your front as she peacefully read her book. You spent the last two hours placing kisses along her neck and your hands inching closer to the inside of her thighs, and you could tell your actions were starting to affect her by the way her thighs were rubbing together and her scent was building. A frustrated groan leaving your mate as she threw down her book, “What do you want Y/N!?” You smiled coyly, “I just wanted to see if you wanted to have a little fun?” Your girlfriend’s eyebrow raised in interest, “What did you have in mind?” Dahyun was now filled to the brim with your cock as you had her sit back against your chest, her breath stuck in her throat as she tried to stay as still as possible, “By ‘fun’ I didn’t think you’d mean this.” You smiled coyly, “Well, what did you think I’d suggest?” She shrugged, “I don’t know, Marco Polo?” You let out a laugh that made you bounce slightly, causing Dahyun to rock on your hips as she let out a squeal. “Oh god.” You sat back as your hips finally stilled, “There’s more where that came from. We have all afternoon, Dahyunnie.”

Chaeyoung

“Kinky.” (I slightly apologize for the amount of puns in this)

Chaeyoung was always done for a little exploration. She just wasn’t expecting it on a train to Busan. The two of you were on a midnight train and things were quite monotonous in a train car all alone together, so the two of you decided to spice it up. It didn’t take long for one thing to lead to another as Chaeyoung was lowering herself onto you, her ass stretching to accommodate the small amount of discomfort you caused as she sat flush on your lap. And that’s all the two of you did for the majority of the time until your girlfriend began to get squirmy on top of you, her anal walls clenching around you when you decided it was time to give her what she wanted. Ensuring that no one else was around you bent your girlfriend over the train seat as you railed her into the padding. Your combined moans filling the train car as you bottomed out inside of her and came, your reached a hand around to play with her clit as you felt her walls contract around you again. Content sighs leaving your lips as you sat back into the seats.

Tzuyu

“Hush.”

It was understatement to say that nine people alone wasn’t a lot of people. But it wasn’t enough that Tzuyu had to sit on your lap to “make room” in the jacuzzi. It had happened so fast that you barely registered what your girlfriend had done as she innocently sat onto your lap. Only it wasn’t so innocent since she had freed your alpha-hood from your bathing suit and pushed the bottom of her bathing suit aside and took you inside of her. Your breath caught in your throat as Tzuyu grinded down into you ever so slightly as your hands flew to her hips, trying your best to resist the urge to take her then and there. But you held back as you continued your conversation with Jeongyeon and Momo about new cafés opening up around the city. You almost forgot you were a cock deep inside your mate as she began moving up and down suddenly to splash Nayeon and Chaeyoung who were opposite her, making you grip on her hips tighten as you felt the knot inside your stomach come undone as you suddenly came inside of her. A surprised look took over both of your faces as she turned around to stare at you in disbelief. A dark blush covered your cheeks as you buried your face into the back of her hair, Tzuyu was totally gonna make you pay for that later.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Of Kings and Beasts  -  Eleven

Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve

Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrust to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, suspense maybe?

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: A bit of a short chapter but I am very excited for where this is going. I hope you guys enjoy and I love every single one of you.

THIS SERIES CONTAINS SMUT AND DARK THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

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“May I see the note again?” Steve asks, one hand extended for the letter while to other rests protectively on your lower back.

You haven’t left their chambers at all today, and in the time that you’ve spent with them, they have each had a protective hold on you, as if terrified that you’ll slip through their fingers if they let go.

“You have been at this for hours already and come back with nothing,” you whisper, more hopeless than anything. Steve only shakes his head, eyes skimming over the words as he desperately tries to recognize the penmanship.

“There must be something. Something to enlighten us. Anything at all.”

You huff out a sigh and push yourself to your feet, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as they both snap their gazes to you.

“I’m going for a walk,” you announce, pushing past the brunet only for him to grab your hand with his, the warmth of his palm seeping into your bones.

“Please stay,” he whispers, eyes avoiding yours. You frown and step towards him, genuinely curious as to why he’s so adamant about you not leaving their chambers.

“James, what harm could possibly come to me here? The Valkyrie have sworn to protect me. And I will not be leaving the Palace, I only need stretch my legs.” He sighs and clenches his jaw then nods.

“Forgive me. I do not mean to control you, I only... knowing that the threat is so close yet not knowing who it is has put me on edge and I apologize.” You smile softly at him, lifting one hand to gently cup his cheek.

“I appreciate your concern for my wellbeing, James. But in the time since I’ve been away I have learned many things.” You take a step backward, eyes fluttering to Steve in time to see him smile at you, a soft sadness in his eyes.

“I shouldn’t be gone any longer than ten minutes. If it takes me longer than that, you have my permission to send out a search party.” Steve raises his eyebrows, chuckling softly.

He’s not used to you making jokes.

“Well, we will be counting down the seconds, dove,” James says, placing a soft kiss upon your knuckles before releasing your hand.

You turn and leave their chambers without another word, wanting time and space to clear your mind and indeed stretch your legs.

The threat is still at large, that much is evident. But who close to the kings would want their downfall so severely that they would plot against you as well?

Your feet take you through the palace and out through a back door into a gorgeous garden. Although the weather is cool and the wind bites your skin, the garden is filled with greenery.

“Asgardian shrubs have grown accustomed to the harsh winters,” a voice says from behind you. You jump, hand twitching for the blade strapped to your thigh for a moment before you recognize the voice.

You turn and offer the man a smile, bowing your head at him.

“Loki. Are you here to join me?” He looks at you then through the gardens, pursing his lips for a moment.

“I don’t see why not.” You resume your walk, this time with the raven-haired man beside you.

“Have you any luck figuring out who is behind the letter you received?” He asks casually, blue eyes flashing over to your face.

You shake your head with a sigh, pulling your cape tighter around your shoulders.

“Not so far. I do not understand how the Kings do not know who it may be. Surely they should know the members of their council well enough to recognize a threat when one is there. Especially if one has been blooming over time.”

He nods his agreement, pondering this for a moment before speaking.

“Could it be someone new to the council? Or perhaps not everyone is as they seem. We know not the ways of the world, the magic that lies dormant. Perhaps the answer is far closer than you think.”

You stop walking, brows drawn together in confusion, but the man only smiles, bows, and kisses your hand before turning and walking off in the direction you came.

His words bounce around in your mind as you finish your trek through the gardens, finding yourself on the other side of the Palace with absolutely no idea where you are or what may lie ahead.

Throwing caution to the wind, you walk down a dark hallway decorated with extravagant paintings of the Asgardian kings of the past.

A door opens further down the hallway and a familiar head of raven hair is walking the other way, taking a sharp left.

Confusion fills you. You swear you saw Loki go in the other direction.

Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you slowly creep towards the open door, taking a moment to make sure no one can see you, then ducking inside.

It’s an office. Fairly small, but still regal.

And seated upon the desk is a letter written in a strikingly familiar script.

Your heart races in your chest as you recognize the writing, and for a moment you’re rooted in place.

Loki is in on it. Loki is the betrayer.

Your anxiety is replaced with determination. To expose the truth, tell the Kings, and rid yourselves of the thorn in your side.

You spin around only to halt right where you stand.

Leaning against the door frame is none other than the trickster himself, his arms crossed over his lean chest and a smirk on his lips.

“L-Loki! I wasn’t aware this was your study. Please forgive me for intruding, I meant no harm.” Your voice is far more steady than you thought it would be, but he doesn’t move. No, he stays right where he is.

“Ever the snoop, aren’t we, Your Majesty?” You swallow hard, fear coursing through your veins as he takes a step towards you.

You glance at the small space between him and the doorframe and launch yourself through it, sprinting down the hallway as fast as your feet can carry you.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, the sound deafening and successfully drowning out the sound of him gaining on you.

His arms wind around you, yanking you back against his solid torso and forcing you to move back with him.

He wrestles you back into a dark corner, a hand darting up over your mouth just as you open it to cry out.

You struggle against him, arms held tight against your body and thus rendering you useless.

His hand on your mouth jerks your head up and you whimper at the pain in your neck, your eyes widening with hope as you see someone approaching.

You continue to struggle, hoping they’ll come to your aid. Your struggles cease when the person jogs over, Thor’s familiar face coming into view.

You’re relieved, almost smug as you think of the punishment that awaits the prince behind you until you realize that Thor hasn’t said or done anything about the situation yet.

No, instead he stands in front of you with his arms crossed and a darkness in his eyes.

“You’ve seen far too much, haven’t you, little one?” You’re confused, the look on your face enough to have the blond man chuckling before giving the man behind you a slight nod.

You start struggling again, tears welling up in your eyes as you realize you’re surrounded by far more enemies than you thought.

Any thoughts in your head are promptly discarded, however, when your surroundings fade to nothingness, darkness consuming you.

[solarwonux]

89.  “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.”

93.  “Fuck…did we use protection?”

twitch streamer!wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.9k (honestly I think I forgot what drabbles were clearly lol)

warnings: some angst, smut, mutual masturbation, some slight panty stuffing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, pregnancy scare, talks about plan b

note: excuse me everyone I literally love gamer and twitch streamer Wonwoo, but not everyone does. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one if you want more twitch!streamer wonwoo let me I will be happy to oblige, I have MANY ideas. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts. 

p.s send me a prompt for either svt or bts or both. I will also happily oblige to that lol

Masterlist || Drabble game 

Watching Wonwoo play Zelda was not what you had expected when he had texted earlier asking you to come over. “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.” He whispered against your lips in a half kiss when you walked in through his front door.

That had been over an hour and three completed levels ago. It was an empty promise long forgotten as he kept himself immersed in the game, talking enthusiastically about his day and random things his brain would conjure up on the spot. It was like you didn’t exist, and for the most part to his viewers, you didn’t. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. Even if you were, you valued your privacy more than anything in the world. You preferred to work on your own things in the background away from his camera whenever you were over. This was something the two of you had mutually agreed to. 

Casual hangs and casual sex.

Lately, your relationship had become the product of most of your stress. You never knew where you stood with Wonwoo. Sometimes he would literally invite you over to keep him company while he streamed only to kick you out the second he finished. “I’m too tired, you should go.” He would say pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’ll see you later.” 

Of course, those moments were overshadowed by the soft touches he left imprinted on your skin. By the sweetness of the words he shared with you and only you whenever he wasn’t working. It made you want more. More of him, more of his attention, and more of whatever was going on between the two of you. But that was something you refused to bring up afraid that the only one harboring feelings for the other was you. 

Heartbreak was not in your plans for life, at least not for a while. 

You sighed, throwing your phone down onto the couch. Your patience was wearing thin. Maybe it had to do with the fact you were already having a bad day, and Wonwoo’s indifference towards you wasn’t helping. When you had gotten his text earlier, you couldn’t help but feel all giddy inside. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few days with work schedules being all over the place and not aligning. It was something to look forward to, not necessarily because of the sex--which was always amazing. But you really just wanted to talk to him. Lay down with his arms wrapped around you while you complained about work and how frustrating your coworkers were being.

By the looks of it, you weren’t going to get any of that, not even what he had promised when you had first walked in. You were tired, your clothes were starting to annoy and you wanted to cry. If it wasn’t for the fact that his front door was in line with his camera, you would’ve left already.

Wonwoo could sense something was wrong with you. Every time you sighed it felt like you were punching him in the gut. He really meant what he had said when you walked in earlier. He also meant the quiet I love you he mumbled underneath his breath when you walked past him and into the living room. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with you, just that months ago he had woken up and you were the only thing he could think of. Every time he held you in his arms the three little words bubbled up in the back of his throat, wishing he could bring himself to finally say it, but his fear held him back. Afraid that you didn’t feel the same way.

“Alright, you know what I think that’s enough for tonight.” Wonwoo smiled into the camera, trying to keep up with the chat as they begged him not to go yet. “I have to go, my girlfriend is over and I want to spend time with her. Anyway, same time next week Monday guys.” Wonwoo nodded, stopping the stream. Once he was positive that he had turned everything off he felt his shoulders relax and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them again, the panic surging through his veins was unbearable. He turned around in his chair meeting your equally shocked face.

He royally fucked up. He just confessed to his audience without meaning to confess. He had told his audience that you were his girlfriend and he hadn’t even asked you yet. The surprise and speech he had worked on all week, the reason he took a break from streaming until tonight, was for nothing. He had gotten ahead of himself and he didn’t know what to do now. Or how to fix it.

“G-Girlfriend? Wait you have a fucking girlfriend?” You stood up from his couch, blinded by anger. “What the fuck Wonwoo, when were you going to tell me? Before or after you fucked me?” You shouted, your heart was beating fast as you turned around to gather up your stuff.

Unbelievable. Here you were distracted, thinking about how cute he looked while he blamed his failure on his character. The pout that had formed on his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose and blew out a raspberry, moving aside the strands of his newly dyed blonde hair. The frustration you had felt earlier, forgotten, replaced with admiration. Only for it to come back after what he had said, this time fiery red and ready to burn everything it touched.

“Stop, no wait, I don’t have a girlfriend. At least not yet.” He spoke fast, his words blending with one another as he quickly made his way to you. He grabbed hold of your laptop and held it against his chest.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, did you just call me down to ignore me and then fuck me one last time before you called it quits!” You said in disbelief reaching over for your laptop.

Wonwoo turned around facing away from you. “No that’s not...that’s not what...fuck, calm down please and just let me talk.” He pleaded as he sat down on his couch, your laptop still clutched tightly in his arms. It was your prized possession, it held the first three drafts of the novel you were working on. He knew you well enough to know that you hadn’t backed anything up no matter how many times he told you to do so. So, he was positive that as long as he held onto it like his life depended on it (because it did) you wouldn’t leave without it.

You crossed your arms in front of you ”I am calm, but I don’t know if I want to listen to what you have to say.”

Wonwoo cringed, he was more nervous than what he had intended to be. He had an entire speech planned. Wrote it down, even got Jihoon to proofread it. He had performed it in front of his bathroom mirror every morning and night. He thought he had it in the bag, pumped up his chest a few times before opening his front door to you earlier. Yet, the second he saw you, he forgot everything he had planned to say. This is mainly why he had spent such a long time streaming. Hoping that the distraction would somehow help him remember.

It didn’t.

“Wonwoo, I swear if you don’t start talking in the next five seconds I’m leaving and suing you for holding my laptop hostage.”

Wonwoo sighed and slapped his forehead lightly before turning to look at you, “okay, I don’t think that’s allowed bu-”

“It is if I say that you stole it trying to steal my work, I don’t know I’ll find a way.” You shrugged, earning a glare from Wonwoo. You knew he hated whenever someone interrupted him while he was in the middle of saying something. It was something you would do to him out of spite, but in your humble opinion this time he really did deserve it. Though, it didn’t make you feel as good as you had hoped, “fine sorry, you can continue.” You sighed and sat down on his coffee table.

Wonwoo put your laptop down and leaned over his elbows taking your hands in his. “I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I know we agreed to just keep this casual but I can’t help the way my heart literally feels like it’s going to fall out of my ass whenever I’m with you. So yeah, I don’t have a girlfriend yet, because I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend yet. But there’s no one else, only you, and I’m so-”

Wonwoo was cut off when he felt your body land on his, knocking the air out of his lungs. You hugged him, straddling his hips and burying your face into his chest, giggling. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you felt awful for assuming the worst and jumping to conclusions.

“Ask me ask me ask me ask me.” You bounced on his lap like a child. He groaned doubling over in pain.

He placed his hands on your hips to keep you from moving, “No now I know you’re actually trying to kill me.” He smirked and left a sweet kiss against your lips. A low chuckle running past his lips as he took in your pouting face, “fine, my love, my baby will you please be my girlfriend?” He cocked his head, his hands playing with the hem of your t-shirt.

“Yes, but only if you give me my laptop back and keep the promise you made me earlier.” You smiled innocently, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Wonwoo smirked, his hands made their way underneath your shirt. “No to the laptop, you work too much and I’m determined to back up everything on a hard drive later.” He rubbed his thumbs over the skin of your hips, slowly inching closer to the button of your jeans, “not sure I remember the promise I made earlier though, can you remind me?”

You kissed him slowly, tugging on his shirt, “you said you would finish a level before going down on me all night, and it’s four and a half levels later and I’m still waiting.” You whispered against his lips, before pulling away and bringing his shirt over his head, taking it off, throwing it behind him, aiming for the laundry basket, missing it completely, making you sigh. 

“Well you didn’t give me enough time to answer, but that can be arranged.” He pecked your lips, pushing your shirt up and over your head, throwing it behind him. “You’d have to step into my office though.” 

“Wonwoo, baby, don’t ever call your room your office.” You rolled your eyes and got up from his lap. 

He chuckled, shaking his head and stood up, “oh no that’s not what I meant, room comes later. Tonight we start in my office.” He says cheekily, pointing his thumb towards his gaming setup. Your eyes grew wide as saucers, only making him laugh harder while he pushed you towards his gaming chair. 

“Wait, you’re like not going to turn the camera on are you?” You said as he pushed you down to sit in which you obeyed. The colorful lights from his gaming setup kept you distracted as Wonwoo got down on his knees in front of you. 

“Nope, I’ve just always wanted to eat you out while you sat on my gaming chair. But maybe one day in the future if you want. You can take over my stream and play animal crossing while I secretly eat you out on camera.” He smirked, the evil glint behind his soft eyes sent shivers down your spine. The little exibitionist in him coming out. You’d be lying if you didn’t find the thought of it exciting. 

“One day.” You breathed, lifting your hips, helping him as he pulled down your pants. 

Wonwoo sent you a wink pushing your thighs apart with his hands, “We can also play overwatch together. That cute little vibrator you keep hidden in your bedside drawer, stuffed inside your pussy.” He placed his index finger over the wet patch that had formed over your panties, pushing in slightly. “And everytime you die I up the speed, see how long you can last before you have me begging to turn off the stream so you can cum.” Wonwoo kept pushing his finger in you, your panties sticking onto you like second skin. 

You threw your head back, digging your nails into the arms of his leather chair. “F-Fuck how long h-have you thought about this?” You lifted your hips as he added another finger. 

“Right now, or maybe a few times when you’re not around.” He leaned down kissing your mound lightly, “but seeing you like this, sprawled out, wet and waiting for my mouth is reinforcing those fantasies.” He worked his fingers diligently, pushing the thin material of your panties inside of you. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full with his cock later. 

You let out a whimper as his mouth traveled down to your clothed entrance. He removed his fingers licking up a stride, before taking one of your lips into his mouth and biting down on it gently. “W-Wonwoo please I want to feel your mouth.” 

“You are, aren’t you?.” He looked, staring at you through the rim of his round glasses before repeating his actions again making you whimper. “Take your bra off, play with yourself for me.” He left a chaste kiss in your inner thigh and sat back on his heels. He palmed himself over his black tracksuit pants as he watched you slowly unclasp your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. You were teasing him, he knew this but he didn’t care. Seeing you get undressed for him was one of his favorite past times, especially because you always went extra slow for him. 

You threw your bra, not caring where it landed. You rolled your palms over your nipples, soft sighs running past your lips as you kept your eyes trained on Wonwoo. “Want to feel your hot tongue fucking me Woo.” You spread your legs even further pinching your nipples. You moved your hand down your body, your index finger playing with the seam of your panties. “Is this one of your fantasies? Me touching myself, sitting here?” You said, tilting your head to the side, moving your hand into your panties and running your index and middle fingers over your clit slowly.

“Yes.” He hissed, pushing his hand into his boxers grabbing onto his cock. “God, you make me so hard.” 

“Let me see please.” You arched your back, your fingers getting faster. Wonwoo nodded, wasting no time to free himself, his hand wrapped tightly around his length. His index finger connects with the small bead of precum that had formed, showing you how sticky and ready he was for you. 

“Want to taste?” You nodded letting out soft moans as you lifted your hips, into the palm of your hand, sticking your tongue out for him. “Fuck.” He cursed getting up on his knees, bringing his index finger up to your mouth. You closed your lips around it, swirling your tongue over the tip, savoring the salty substance. 

You pulled away with a pop, taking your fingers out of your panties and bringing them up to his lips. He took them in, moaning around them. “Do I taste good?” You said taking out your fingers from his mouth, moving them over his lips, wetting them further. 

“I’m going to have to take a closer look.” He said lowly, pushing your panties down in a haste. He spread your legs, licking up your slit, teasing your hole with his tongue. Being in between your legs was his second most favorite pastime. He savored every moment of it. Sometimes he would prolong your orgasm, keeping you on edge, so that when you came, your sweet substance would coat his lips, spilling down his chin and neck. It was the most beautiful site, one that only he had the privilege in witnessing. 

“Mmm, your tongue feels so good Wonwoo.” You pinched your nipple while tugging on the roots of his blonde hair, pushing his mouth closer. 

He moaned, slurping up your juices like you were his last meal. He wrapped his mouth around your clit, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go. “I want to be here forever but I don’t think I can last any longer without being inside of you.” He pushed two of his fingers inside of you. The feeling of your wet walls wrapped around his thick calloused fingers made his cock twitch. 

“B-But I-I want to cum.” You pouted, arching your back away from his chair, pushing your hips further into his hand. “Please, I’m so close already.” You pant, the knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to break. 

“Oh honey, you will. I’ll have you coming undone more than three times tonight.” He stated with determination and brought his mouth down again, closing his lips around your clit. He sucked harshly moaning sinfully. He fucked you faster with his fingers curling them upwards, reaching the soft mushy skin inside of you. 

“W-Wonwoo f-fuck don’t stop I-I’m so close.” 

Wonwoo let go of your swollen bud, slowing down his fingers as you clenched around them. “Look at me, I want to watch me while you cum.” You agreed with a pleasure filled sigh, watching as he pushed back his glasses. The sight almost had you coming undone. 

He put his mouth on you again, increasing the pace of his fingers. Babbles coming out of your mouth as you pulled on his hair, motivating him to go faster. The squelching sounds coming from your wet, hot pussy sounded like music to his ears. He bit down on your clit lightly, sending you over the edge, your cum coating his fingers, while you moaned his name in a sweet sinful prayer. His eyes burning holes into yours, the sight was award winning, his cock begging to be milked out. 

Wonwoo continued, riding out your orgasm. Until you felt the oversensitivity overcome your body “W-Woo, s-stop please.” You pushed his head carefully with the palm of your hand. 

He kissed the inside of both of your thighs before sitting up on his knees, taking your face into his hands. “You always look so pretty when you cum.” He pecked your lips repeatedly, before wrapping your arms around you hugging you tightly. “I love you so much.” He kissed your temple. 

“Why do you always get so mushy every time you make me cum?” You laughed gently, running your fingers down his back, making him shiver.

“You bring out in me, I can’t help it, stop complaining. I’m giving you time to recover before I bend you over my desk.” 

“Not complaining. I love it.” You kissed his cheek. “And I love you.” You whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe, pulling it between your teeth.. He groaned, swallowing hard, his getting tighter around you.

“My desk, then my couch, then my bed, then the shower, and then my bed again.” 

The sun had started to rise. It was five in the morning and your body was suddenly overcome with sleep, when Wonwoo pulled out of you one last time. He had kept true to his promise, literally fucked you the entire night, christening his apartment, except his kitchen. “If we have sex in the kitchen, the only thing I’ll be thinking about while I’m cooking is your mouth around my dick.” He said as he pushed you into the wide window of his living room, making you laugh. 

“Do you have to work today?” He placed a delicate kiss against your collar bone, laying his head on top of your chest. 

“It’s Saturday, why would I have work on Saturday?” You smiled sleepily, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily, pulling his sheets over the two of you and cuddling into you further. 

“You’re always working, I just wanted to ask.” He shrugged, raising his body enough to leave a chaste kiss against your lips. “Take a break today and I promise that by the time you wake up again I’ll have all of your files backed up into the harddrive I bought you.” 

You shook your head, placing both of your palms against his cheeks, squishing them. “Do you know how sexy you sound when you talk about computers.” 

“Nope, but you once told me to divide you in half when I was explaining finances to you. Now that I think about it, that statement can go both ways.” He smiled laying down on his back, bringing you along with him. Your eyes growing wide when you felt it running down your thighs. You sat up in panic, removing the sheets of your body to see if your silent hypothesis was correct.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confused.

“Wonwoo, fuck...did we use protection?” 

Wonwoo pushed the covers away with his feet, sitting up quickly. He looked between your legs, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “You’re on the pill still right?” 

“We changed my formula, I had to stop taking it for a few days.” You threw yourself down on his bed covering your eyes with your hands. The tears pooling against your eyes. You felt the bed dip next to you. Wonwoo took your hands in his, revealing your tearful eyes to him making him sigh. 

“Baby, don’t worry.” He kissed your cheeks repeatedly before sitting up again, “I’ll run down to the convenience store, get a plan b while you go take a bath. I’ll join you when I get back.” 

“W-What’s happens if I take the plan b and still miraculously end up pregnant, it’s only ninety five percent effective.” 

“Then I’ll be with you every step of the way. I meant what I said earlier, I love you so much and I plan to marry you and have kids with you one day. Don’t worry.” 

Your heart felt full. The butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach. Wonwoo and you had shared many intimate dreams and desires before, but this one felt different. This was a dream the two of you shared and it made you feel at ease. “Okay, okay I will, just hurry up please.” 

Wonwoo scoffed, getting up from his bed, slipping on his sweatpants and sweatshirt. “Baby please don’t underestimate me. I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned down giving you one last kiss before jogging over to his front door. “I love you.” He shouted, opening the door. 

You laughed sitting up on your elbows shaking your head, “I love you, now hurry I can feel your child cooking in me.” 

“Impossible, it takes roughly twenty four hours for my sperm to fertilize one of your eggs, and it’s literally been thirty minutes. Therefore you wou--”

“Wonwoo shut up just hurry.” 

“Okay I love you.” He said while closing his front door. You laughed shaking your head falling back on his bed. Your entire body was aching and though you were a little scared, given obvious circumstances. You had never felt so much warmth and happiness in your life. 

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 3

“Hey buddy,” Spencer sat down in the chair next to Henry who was coloring at the table after dinner.

“Hi Uncle Spencer,” Henry replied, switching his orange marker out for a green one.

“So Josephine seemed pretty cool,” Spencer started.

He wanted to know more about his possible kid before going to Y/N. If it was true and she would let him meet her, he wanted to know all about her.

“Yeah, she sits at the same table group as me in class. One time when we were playing tag at recess, I fell and hurt my knee but she kissed it three times and said that’s what her Mommy does when she has a boo boo and it didn’t hurt anymore,” Henry explained.

“Does she talk about her Mommy a lot?” Spencer asked.

“She loves her Mommy like sooooo much. She says her Mommy says she doesn’t need a Daddy because her Mommy loves her extra,” Henry smiled.

“That’s nice,” Spencer said, getting up from the table.

Spencer was glad to hear that Y/N and Josephine seemed to be having a good life. He was just saddened that it didn’t include him even if she wasn’t his kid. He didn’t blame Y/N for not telling him if it was his. He honestly would have had no idea how he would have handled that news back then.

-

“And that is the difference between a stressor and a trigger. Any questions?” Spencer slid his hands into his pockets as he looked out into the audience.

The students were silent. Most of the girls appeared to be in a daze but still looking at him. Spencer furrowed his brow.

“Okay well then, I will see you next Monday. We will be covering chapter four section three of your textbook regarding victimology so I would suggest skimming it over before class,” Spencer finished.

He grabbed satchel from the desk and quickly exited the lecture hall. He had looked up the class schedules in the administration office and Y/N was also finishing a lecture at this time. Spencer was hoping to catch her before she could run away again.

He quietly slipped into the back of the lecture hall, taking a seat in the last row.

“Okay! That is it for today. Remember, we have a lab next class so closed toe shoes only and long hair tied back please. Have a great day, everyone,” you announced.

Students began to file out of the room, some coming up to your desk with questions so Spencer hung out in his seat a little longer. Once the last student had their question answered, Spencer got up and made his way to your desk as you were packing up your things. When you heard the footsteps, you looked up with a friendly smile that was immediately replaced with a grimace.

You grabbed your bag and keys and bolted. However, Spencer was expecting this and was hot on your tail.

“Y/N, please slow down. I just want to talk,” he pleaded as he chased you across the campus, garnering funny looks from people passing by.

You sighed and halted your movement. Spencer was not expecting this so he almost crashed into you. You took a step back to regain your personal space.

You looked around, noticing some people were staring.

“Let’s go to the coffee shop on campus,” you suggested.

Spencer still remembered how you took your coffee after all these years and insisted on paying even though you told him that wasn’t necessary.

You both sat down in a quiet booth in the corner. You were nervously fiddling with the coffee cup sleeve and avoiding eye contact.

“I-Is Josephine mine?” Spencer asked.

You could feel his eyes burrowing into your skull. You couldn’t lie to him, I mean you could but you wouldn’t get away with it because he was a profiler.

You finally looked up and made eye contact, “Yes, she is,” you stated.

Spencer smiled softly with tears brimming his eyes.

“Did you know before I Ieft?” Spencer sniffled.

“No, I found out after,” you responded.

Silence fell over the both of you.

“Why did you break up with me, Spencer? It all happened so fast that I never got a reason. We could have made long-distance work if you actually cared,” you spoke softly.

“Y/N please do not doubt that I cared about you. I loved you, I think I still do after all these years. I just thought you would be better off without me holding you back and not having a lot of personal time to visit you. It doesn’t mean I ever stopped thinking about you. I just thought you deserved someone better,” Spencer explained.

“Yeah well no one wanted to date the single mom in college. Guys would run for the hills when I told them,” you chucked sardonically.

“I’m sorry” is all Spencer could manage to say.

He thought he was doing Y/N a favor by breaking up with her but instead he made everything worse. He abandoned her to figure out how to take care of their child on her own.

“Can I-um...I would love to get to know her more,” Spencer stuttered.

“Spencer, I don’t know if that’s the best-” you started to say.

“Please,” Spencer begged.

You closed your eyes and exhaled.

“You can come with me to pick her up from the school if you want. You can play with her for an hour with my supervision. Under no circumstances are you to tell her that you are her father,” you demanded.

“Understood,” Spencer nodded.

You finished the last sip of your coffee and slid out of the booth, tossing it in the trash can.

“Let’s go,” you motioned for him to follow you.

Spencer scrambled out of his seat to catch up with you.

You unlocked the car and you both hopped in. Spencer noticed the backseat of your car had random toys and articles of children’s clothing scattered around and he smiled at just the thought that they belonged to his daughter.

When you pulled into the school parking lot, you turned to speak to him for the first time since he entered the car.

“You stay here,” you said as you turned the car off.

Spencer watched as you approached the line of kids and a genuine smile grew on your face. Josephine ran over to you and was immediately scooped up and littered in kisses. Josephine was dressed in overalls with a dinosaur sweater and a mini pair of converse. Y/N whispered something in her ear and she nodded as they made their way back to the car.

“Jo, you remember Spencer, Henry’s friend?” you opened the car door.

“Hi Josephine!” Spencer greeted.

Jo snuggled herself closer into your neck.

“Why are you being shy today, Baby J? Remember you already met him? He told you all those cool dino facts. Maybe he can tell you some more on the way home,” you bounced the child in your arms a few times before gently placing her into the car seat and buckling her in.

“Josephine, I remember you said stegosauruses were your favorite. Stegosaurus actually means ‘roofed lizard’ and their brains were the size of ping pong balls,” Spencer was looking at the child through the rearview mirror.

He heard the sweetest little giggle. The sound was music to his ears.

“Mommy, did you hear that? They have ping pong balls for brains,” Jo laughed.

“Yes, baby, I heard but I think Spencer said they were the size of ping pong balls, not actual ping pong balls,” you smiled as you corrected her.

Spencer turned around to face her now that Jo was feeling more comfortable.

“They also weighed about two tons which is about the same weight as this car,” Spencer smiled.

“Woah,” Jo exclaimed in awe.

“Okay! We’re home! Jo, you can play with Spencer for a little but then we have to do your ABC’s homework,” you explained as you parked the car in your driveway.

You lived in a small grayish blue house. It had a tiny gated backyard but you usually just took Jo to the park anyways. It was enough for the two of you. You moved in last year after accepting the job at Georgetown.

You unbuckled Jo and unlocked the front door with Spencer awkwardly standing behind you until he felt a tug on his sleeve.

“I want to show you my room,” Jo said.

“Sure! I would love to see it,” Spencer replied as he was tugged by Jo up the stairs.

Spencer laughed when he saw Jo’s bedroom. It was decked out in everything dinosaur. Dinosaur wallpaper, bed sheets, toys, and a carpet.

“You really love dinos, don’t you?” Spencer smiled.

Jo nodded, beaming as she seemed to be very proud of her room.

“Jo, I’ve got a snack for you,” Y/N called out from downstairs.

The little kid lit up even more and ran down the stairs, leaving Spencer alone in the room. He saw a small little bookshelf with picture books, mostly about dinosaurs. It was nice to know his daughter shared his love of reading.

“You have a lovely home,” Spencer complimented as he entered the kitchen.

“Thank you, I don’t know if you want some apple slices and peanut butter too. I would offer you something else but I haven’t had time to go grocery shopping this week,” you explained.

“It’s all good. If you ever need help-” Spencer began.

“We’re quite alright,” you snapped.

A silence fell over the room, even Jo picked up on it and stopped the loud chewing of her apple.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, patting the top of Jo’s head to tell her she could continue eating, “We’ve been on our own for so long that I can sometimes get a little defensive when someone suggests I can’t handle it.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that at all. I think you have done a wonderful job raising Josephine. But, I also had a single mom so I know that sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day,” he replied.

“Thank you,” is all you said.

Spencer glanced at his watch, “I should get going. My hour is up. If it’s okay with you, I would love to come over again sometime,” Spencer said.

“Leave your number and I’ll text you,” you replied, handing him a scrap piece of paper and a pen.

“Bye Josephine!” Spencer smiled at the kid who had peanut butter smeared all over her face.

“Ew, Jo! Did you get any in your mouth?” you laughed.

“Bye Spencer!” she attempted to wave to him as you were wiping her face and hands with a damp paper towel.

[mrs-gucci]

Mr. Handsy {Clyde Logan x wife!Reader}

@icarusinthesea :

Okay, okay. I think I've thought of something. Eh, it's a mediocre idea, but it does it for me. Fighting with Clyde followed by sweet, hot, nasty make up sex. I can not think of anything else. But whatever you write I'll love. 🥰

author’s notes: hello, hello! writers block has been hitting HARDCORE as of late, which is kind of a bummer, but luckily I’m feeling a bit better now! @icarusinthesea​ thank you for this request!! I hope it was worth the (very long) wait, and I send love to you, friend <3 <3

warnings: fluff. smut. club brawls. violence against an asshole. protectiveness. dom!Clyde. oral sex (m receiving). rough sex. unprotected sex/creampie.

(possible) tw’s: non-con touching (not by Clyde). physical conflict. sex in a public restroom.

word count: 1.9k

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You had a bad feeling about this place from the very beginning, from the moment you stepped into this stupid sleazy club for your co-worker’s birthday.

Clyde decided to tag along, mainly to hang out with the other poor guys whose wives dragged them along tonight.

The bass pulses your eardrums as you make your way over to the booth that they’d claimed, saying some very loud ‘hi’s’ and ‘hello’s’ to everyone before taking a seat on Clyde’s lap.

Your outfit certainly matches the locale of tonight’s party, sexy and risqué while maintaining at least some coverage and dignity for your larger areas. Clyde’s been having some trouble keeping his eyes, and now that he can, his hands, off you.

His calloused flesh hand runs over your thigh and hip in a soothing manner, mindless in its movements over your exposed skin.

Soon, a good dancing song comes on and no matter how much you try to beg Clyde to join you on the crowded floor, he refuses, insisting that you go have some fun with your friends.

His eyes keep a close watch on you, knowing that unfortunately, it’s highly likely that some bonehead Joe will come along and think he can touch without permission.

He finds himself in a sort of entranced state, watching the way your hips move when you dance, watches your skin bounce and jiggle with each motion, sees the way the multicolored lights bounce off the sequins on your dress…

Sure enough, said bonehead Joe dances his way over to you, not-so-subtly checking you out from a bit of a distance before making his approach.

Clyde almost instantly leaps into action when his hand touches your hip and he slides in behind you. Thinking that the man behind you is Clyde, you start grinding against him a bit more, smirking.

But, only after a second or two, his motions and touch begin to feel awfully foreign. You’ve just truly begun to doubt your dancing partner’s identity when he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Keep dancing like this and I’ll just have to take you home, babygirl.”

Goosebumps form on your skin in disgust the moment you hear an unfamiliar voice, yanking away from his grubby grip.

“How dar—“

“Hey, you!”

Your eyes widen and you look around the man to see a very angry-looking Clyde storming his way over to where you’re standing.

He turns the handsy man around with a hand on his shoulder, then gives him a shove. “Can’t ya see she’s married, asshole? Don’t you ever think ya can just go ‘round here, touchin’ what ain’t yours.”

“Cly—“

“Don’t ya even start with me right now, Y/N. I can’t believe ya didn’t stop ‘im, can’t believe ye kept grindin’ against ‘im.”

Your eyes widen. “Clyde, p-please, it’s not like tha—“

“I thought I told ya t’ can it, Y/N.”

You shudder at his commanding and harsh tone, immediately backing down and biting your lip as the tears swell in your eyes.

The man wears a small smirk, giving Clyde an equally rough shove backwards. “And what, you’re telling me she’s yours? Bullshit she is. Who’d ever wanna marry a one-armed redneck like you?”

Big mistake. Clyde used to just stand down and shut off whenever someone made fun of his disability, but usually now, he just gets fucking pissed.

Sure enough, his jaw clenches and he quickly lunges at Mr. Handsy, forcefully knocking him to the scuffed dance floor. Often times, mostly due to his kind and gentle demeanor, you forget that Clyde’s a veteran. A special ops veteran, at that.

You can’t deny that bearing witness to his unbridled anger and dominance isn’t at least a little bit sexy, even if you do feel incredibly guilty about not realizing sooner that it wasn’t Clyde.

Like the coward he truly is, and that many men like him are, he flees the scene quickly when he looks up and sees the anger in Clyde’s eyes.

Meanwhile, you instantly rush up to him, apologizing repeatedly. “Clyde, I’m so sorry, I thought it was you and I didn’t mean to—“

He snatches your wrist, bending down so that his hot, slightly strained breath wafts across your face. “You’d better yer slutty ass into the restroom right fuckin’ now.” He growls, letting you go.

You nod, whimpering under your breath as you scurry off into the bathroom.

He follows after you, pushing you into the single stall before reaching around to lock the door.

“Clyde, please, I’m so sorry. I promise that I didn’t know it wasn’t you until he spoke and I pulled away right after that. I would never…”

He holds a hand up and you trail off, then crosses it back over his chest along with the other. When you look up at him, ready to apologize further, he gives you a subtle head shake and a faint smile.

“Get m’ cock out.”

You know, then, that he’s not mad, and you know exactly what he wants from you. You step up to him with a small smirk and pop the button on his Levi’s, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to fish out his half-hard length.

“Now stroke it. You know how I like it.”

Your hand holds a steady grip around the protrusion, starting off slow but quickening randomly, just as he likes it.

His head tilts back onto the cheap tiled wall, nostrils flaring as he exhales shakily. “Thaaaaat’s m’ girl, just like that.”

You speed up just a bit, focusing your pressure and ministrations on the upper half of his shaft, moving the little bit of excess skin up and down his shiny pink head.

“Mmmmffhhh.” He groans through pursed lips, hips rutting forward into your touch.

Suddenly, he pushes your hand away, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to cope with the sudden loss of stimulation on his pulsing arousal.

“Knees.”

You get onto your knees, using his shoes as cushioning.

“Mouth open.”

Your jaw falls open and he wastes no time in moving himself into proper position, sheathing himself fully in your mouth.

“Ghhhohhh, s-shit.”

You’re choking right off the bat, shoulders shaking with each violent cough.

“Yeah, take it. Gon’ make ye choke on me, shove m’ cock down yer lil throat ‘till ya can’t breathe no more.”

You somehow manage to moan around him in between your gags and coughs, lungs panicked for the rough cutoff of airflow by Clyde’s length. Tears begin to swell in your eyes, soon running down your cheeks.

His eyebrows are tightly knitted in the center of his forehead, skin glistening with the beginnings of sweat as his hips rut into your cavern even quicker and rougher now.

Clyde has to physically pull himself away from your mouth, shuddering as his cock bobs and throbs angrily at the loss of friction. His hand splays out on the wall, chest heaving as he takes a moment to re-gain composure.

Then, he looks down at you, gaze sizzling your very skin.

“Up. Turn yerself ‘round n’ bend over, ass out n’ legs spread nicely.”

You put yourself into the position, wiggling your ass just a bit for play after pushing your jean shorts down, earning you a harsh smack across your newly-exposed skin. He smirks when you squeal softly, giving himself a few lazy strokes as he steps up behind you, lips instantly attacking your neck.

“Yer gon’ walk outta ‘ere with all o’ my marks on your neck, hickeys n’ bite marks. Maybe then everyone’ll understand who it is ya belong t’."

His chin digs into your shoulder, then he’s thrusting forward, filling you up and stretching you out to the max. You gasp, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Ohhhhh.”

He groans into your ear, chin digging into your shoulder as he begins fucking you fast and hard. There’s nothing gentle or romantic about this union; it’s hunger and wanting, it’s pure carnal lust.

Tears quickly swell up in your eyes at the sweet pleasure currently surging through your body, tickling every nerve ending and igniting every pleasure center. 

It’s humid in the club, the bathroom no exception and already, a sheen of sweat has formed on the surface of your skin. Clyde’s good hand takes an even firmer hold on the meat of your hips, hips thrusting at an impossibly fast pace.

“G’damnit, wrapped ‘round m-me so tight, fffuck Y/N. Such a lil’ cccunt, love shovin’ m’ b-big cock in ya, ssssplittin’ ya right in half--christ.”

You love how his accent gets thicker and thicker at times like this, so much so that sometimes you can’t even make sense of what he’s saying. It’s adorable.

“Mmm, C-Clyde! Please baby, please mmmake me cum!”

His lips latch onto the side of your neck, sucking as hard as they possibly can while he reaches around to rub your clit with the cool metal digits of his prosthetic. 

Your hips instantly grind down on him, a shaky gasp leaving your lips. “Ohh god, mmmmmfffuck--right there! Yes, yes, Clyde!”

“Say y-yer mine.” He growls into your ear, panting. “Tell everyone who ya bbbelong to. Scream ma name w-when ya cum.”

“Y-Yours, all yours, Clyde. I’m yours!” You whimper. 

Clyde fucks you with everything he’s got, biting into your skin and sucking more of the flesh until you’re littered with marks. It’s not long before you’re tumbling over the edge, body trembling as you release all over his shaft with a shout of his name.

“Clyde! C-Clyde, fuck!”

Not long after you, Clyde falls over the edge, desperately rutting and fucking each drop of his hot load deep into your spasming cunt.

“Y/N, g’damnit...fuuuckin’ s-shit!”

Both of you are rendered breathless as you come down from your respective highs. His lips and tongue gently soothe the harsh bites and bruises that have been left behind in his wake. 

He sighs softly when he pulls out, helping you pull your shorts back up before tucking himself back into his pants. When you turn around, he crashes his lips into yours, hands resting gently on your hips. 

“‘m real sorry fer that, Y/N; dunno what got int’ me. I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

You smile, cradling his face in your hands. “Clyde, there is no need to apologize or feel bad for that. You know if I was uncomfortable, I would’ve stopped you or said something. I loved it, more than I probably should have, and I love you.”

His lips tug up into a soft, lopsided smile, relief flooding across his expression.

“I love ya too, Y/N, so, so much. Thank ya fer puttin’ up with me n’ bein’ mine.”

“No ‘thank you’ necessary, baby. I’m yours, always yours.”

Clyde grins, pulling you in for a hug as he repeats your words out loud.

“All mine.”