#v; innocence so carefree and loving

[satorusluver]

You're Mine

Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

biscuitsngravie asked: 23 (jealous sex) w gojo pls 😭🙏🏾 Anonymous asked: 45 (possessive sex) + Satoruuu Tags: smut (MDNI), fluff, mild angst if you squint, p in v, creampie, established relationship, doggy style, jealousy, pet names (baby, angel, princess), mild degradation (slut) Word count: 1,400 ish (how did this end up so long, it was supposed to be a drabble lol) A/N: Sorry this took so long but I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you like it xoxo.

Hickeys and bruises litter your torso, your breath is heavy and erratic, and your limbs are struggling to hold your body up after so long of being in your current position. That position is being on all fours under the strongest sorcerer, his thick cock pounding into you with such force that you think you'd go flying off the bed if it weren't for his large hands having a firm grip on your waist.

But even now, with the fat head of his dick ramming against your soft cervix so hard it makes your eyes water, you know he's holding back. Even if he's still a little pissed at you for flirting with Nanami, he's not giving you everything he's got because he knows he could seriously hurt you if he did - he's not called the strongest sorcerer for nothing. So with every brutal thrust into your tight cunt, you know there's love behind it.

Then, you suddenly feel him pull out of you, dragging his cockhead along your slick, puffy folds that are dripping with a mix of your fluids and his. You hear the faint sound of him chuckling at your needy whines when the tip of him brushes against your oversensitive clit.

"More, please..." you mewl, pressing your ass back against him.

"More? My little slut wants more?" he asks in a tone that somehow manages to be even more arrogant than usual, even for Satoru. "You always want more, always so desperate for my cock. Why else would you act like such a brat at a time like this?"

You hate that he's kind of right. You'd been all but dragged back to your apartment after your boyfriend had witnessed you flirting with Nanami at an event the three of you were attending. Yes, stone-faced, serious Nanami, who is everything your energetic and borderline flamboyant boyfriend isn't. His usual happy-go-lucky attitude had been replaced by frigidity, his dark sunglasses lowered to glare down at you with sapphire eyes narrowed in irritation as he pulled you close and whispered for you to "get in the fucking car, princess." You didn't even get to see the food being brought out.

"Didn't think it would bother you so much...'m sorry, Toru..." you say innocently, but you're not really sure that you are when it's earned you three orgasms.

In the few months since your years-long friendship with Satoru had turned romantic, he'd never shown any legitimate jealousy. Satoru is nothing if not confident, and a bit of a flirt himself at times, being part of his unreserved nature. This coupled with the fact that he's absolutely gorgeous means he gets hit on A LOT. Sometimes even right in front of you.

So you in all of your brilliance decided to try to get back at him with what you thought was a little harmless flirting. Granted, Nanami was only polite to you, not really flirting back since he (and everyone else) knows you're with Satoru. But that isn't the point. The point is that you were showing interest in someone who is Satoru's complete opposite, someone who has outwardly expressed his disdain for Satoru's outgoing and carefree personality. And while Satoru doesn't usually get insecure, that actually managed to get under his skin, which is how you ended up here.

"This is what you wanted, right? This is why you were acting out? You love the way it feels, don't you? The way it stretches you out, the way I can reach your cervix without even trying?" your boyfriend teases, his voice low and husky in your ear.

You just nod dumbly, finding coherent thoughts impossible when all you can think about is just how fucking bad you wanna feel every thick inch of him ramming into you again, fucking you until his name is the only thing you remember.

The sound that escapes you when he finally pushes past the tight ring of muscles at your entrance is little more than a desperate cry, but you have no sense of dignity left when the six eyes himself has got you bent over for him and is spearing you on his massive cock.

"You look so good like this, all covered in my marks," Satoru croons, one of his fingers lightly tracing the hickeys he left on your neck and shoulder. "Hope they don't fade before Nanami sees them. If they do, I'll have to give you more."

He leans his body over yours, reaching to hold your chin in his hand and turn your head back to face him. Crystal blue eyes meet yours, and there's a moment of something almost vulnerable in his expression before his face hardens into the same look of jealousy he gave you when he pulled you away from Nanami earlier.

"My pretty girl. Mine. You think Nanami could ever fuck you like this?" His tone is soft, but there's still a dark glint in those beautiful eyes. His words are emphasized by him pulling out until only his cockhead remains inside of you, and then slamming roughly back in all at once.

"N-no, Toru, only you," you gasp out, the intensity of his thrusts knocking the wind out of you as you feel that knot beginning to coil in your lower stomach for the fourth time that evening.

"Only me? That's right, baby, I'm not just the best at jujutsu, am I? I fuck you the best, don't I? I love you the best, don't I?" That hint of vulnerability is back, and you wonder if you really have gotten to the great Gojo Satoru in a way you didn't know was possible. That he really was deeply afraid of losing you, the only other person he's ever felt close to aside from Geto Suguru all those years ago. You nod reassuringly, one shaky hand reaching behind you to pet his face as you manage to get out a breathless "love you, Toru" in between gasps for air.

Satoru's hand slides down your waist to rub at that sensitive bud between your legs. You can tell that he is nearing his own end as well by the absolute filth he spews almost mindlessly. "Fuck, baby, I love the way you clamp down on me when I rub your cute little clit. You gonna cum for me again? Yeahhh, you are. That's a good girl, oh fuck yes, milk that fucking cock, 'm gonna fill you up."

You rock your hips back against him, moving to meet his strokes as best you can with your worn-out, achy legs. You're painfully close to reaching that high you so crave, and every press of his swollen tip against that spongey spot deep inside you causes your whole body to tense up with pleasure. Satoru barely manages to hold it in until he feels you cumming around his fat, veiny cock one last time, letting out a guttural moan at the feeling of your gummy walls clenching so tightly around him as you cum in white-hot waves so intense it causes starry spots in your vision.

Your legs finally give out from under you, that last orgasm draining what little energy you had left to hold yourself up. "I got you, angel," Satoru whispers huskily, his strong arms holding your hips up as he fucks into you, desperately chasing his own high. His full, heavy balls that you can feel slapping against your ass with each forceful stroke begin to tighten with his impending release, and moments later you feel it - the whole length of his dick throbbing and pulsating deep within you as your insides fill with that familiar warmth.

"Fuuuck", Satoru groans, shooting his hot, sticky cum right up against the entrance to your womb. He almost collapses on top of you himself now from the intensity of his own orgasm.

After taking several seconds to catch his breath, Satoru gently maneuvers both of you onto your sides, careful to keep himself inside of you. One arm wraps around your middle as he pulls your back snuggly up against his chest.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" he inquires, his brows furrowing and his sparkling blue eyes turning pouty with concern.

"Don't worry, I'm alright," you reply breathlessly, still recovering from your final orgasm.

"Good. Love you, love you so much," he whispers, littering a few soft kisses along your cheek and jawline.

"I'm glad you're okay...but you're mine, princess, and if I ever catch you flirting with Nanami again, you won't be able to walk for days." He chuckles light-heartedly after he says it, but you get the feeling he's not joking.

[littlest-w01f]

Little Family

Cassian x Luna

CASSIAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: When Cassian comes to pick Feyre up from her work, he sees a new girl with her, a girl who sits to herself silently and doesn't talk to any other children, his whole world shifts on its axis when the girl's mother walks in to take her home

Cw: None

part one - part two - part three - part four

Luna stood outside the Riverhouse, holding Nova by her hand, her heart beating rapidly at the thought of meeting the Inner Circle of Night Court, the sun had set a few hours ago, leaving a blanket of darkness over them as the stars twinkled over them.

Luna couldn't decide what to wear, whether to be formal or not, not that she had many formal dresses, to begin with. She had dressed Nova in her favourite skirt and top, something her daughter wanted to wear everywhere, a habit that made Luna laugh, seeing Nova grab the same pair whenever they were going out to spend time together, the few hours they got.

For herself, Luna had chosen a rather simple dress, it was black, full-body, with a deep V-neck, the fabric clinging to her soft stomach, and love handles, just slightly tapering at her waist.

Luna took a deep breath, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her dress. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, each beat echoing the nervousness coursing through her veins. She looked down at Nova, who seemed oblivious to their current situation, twirling around happily in her favourite skirt and top. The sight brought a small smile to Luna's lips, helping to calm some of her nerves.

As they approached the entrance of the Riverhouse, Luna could see the lights flickering within, casting an inviting glow onto the cobblestone path leading up to the grand building. A sense of anticipation filled her, mixed with a healthy dose of apprehension. It was her first official night in the Night Court, and she needed to make a good impression.

She turned to look at Nova again, her little face so innocent and carefree.

"Oh, you're here!" Feyre's joyous voice called as she winnowed to Luna and Nova, greeting the mother-daughter duo, "I was waiting for you looking out the window." Feyre reached to hug Luna, which the female returned with a smile of her own.

Luna hugged her friend back, "I was half debating leaving..." She laughed slightly as Nova was rolling on the balls of her feet in excitement.

"It's okay," Feyre whispered reassuringly. "You've got this."

Luna nodded, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. As she released Feyre, she looked down to see Nova bouncing with excitement. Seeing her daughter so happy helped to ease some of Luna's anxiety.

"I'm glad you came," Feyre said, smiling warmly at Luna. "We're all very excited to have you here." She glanced down at Nova, who was now hopping from foot to foot. "And especially Nova, of course."

"Thank you," Luna replied, returning Feyre's smile. "I'm excited to meet everyone."

Cassian approached from behind Feyre, "Evenin', sweetheart." He gave Luna a cheeky smile, his hands folded behind his back.

Luna blamed the heat that gathered on her cheeks from his greeting on the mating bond they shared, "Evening Cassian..." She smiled, watching Cassian and Nova blow air in each other's direction by the flutter of their wings in a form of greeting.

Feyre cleared her throat discreetly, shooting Luna a teasing glance. "Shall we get inside?"

"Well, you get inside, I have somthing to gift Nova." Cassian smiled, watching the faeling jumping up in excitement.

"You got me something?" Nova asked, her big brown eyes sparkling.

Luna watched on with a smile as Feyre left to go inside, not before giving her a not-so-subtle wink. Cassian moved his hands forward and had two boxes in his hands.

"This is for you..." He handed a box to Nova, who instantly opened her box and jumped up and down, seeing the pendant.

"Oh Mother, Oh Cauldron I've wanted this one for so long!" Nova rushed to give Cassian a hug, wrapping her arms around his waist, 'thank you's leaving her lips as Cassian hugged her back, avoiding her wings.

Luna couldn't mask her surprise when Cassian handed the second box to her, "And this is for you." And then watching Cassian picking Nova up before throwing her in the air as she squealed and then setting her down.

"You got me a gift too?" Her eyes were wide, hand on Nova's shoulders as she came back to her to stand by her mom, tugging on her skirt to have her put the necklace on her.

"Of course... You thought you saying you wanted nothing would stop me?" Cassian smiled softly, "Open it."

Luna opened the box, a soft gasp leaving her at the necklace, made of gold, a moon charm with little diamonds like stars on the chain of it. "It's... so beautiful." She looked up to Cassian, surprised to see him blushing.

Cassian shrugged, trying to ignore his flushed skin, "Because you know... Your name is Luna... Moon." He was nervous when she didn't respond, "Maybe I shouldn't have... I didn't want to be weird..."

"It's not weird." Luna said instantly, "It's rather sweet."

"I would've bought it at the store you worked at," He rubbed the back of his neck, "But you are a horrible at sales, not letting me buy you something."

"Ass!" Luna playfully hit him, "How much did it cost anyway?"

"I think it's better not to tell..." He smiled, offering Nova a hand to walk with him inside as Nova grabbed Luna's to pull her with them.

Luna sighed, walking with Nova, "So, it's pretty expensive." She guessed.

"Hush now, dinner for now." Cassian playfully rolled his eyes, "Nova, tell your mama it's time for dinner."

Luna raised her brows as Nova began to pull her to the house, "Come, ma, time for dinner."

Luna felt crazy to worry. When she had arrived, everyone fell into a normal atmosphere, as if she was their closest friend. Nova currently sat in the High Lord's lap, who had summoned his wings, making conversation with her daughter, telling her how his father too was High Fae while his mother was Illyrian.

Rhysand had shown his regret, seeing Luna's clipped wings, said wings just stubs on her back, and Luna had soothed his tension, he was trapped Under the Mountain, there was nothing he could've done.

Cassian sat beside Luna, who kept giving her comforting looks throughout the dinner. He had put the necklace her got her around her neck, while in the hallway of the house. The entire Inner Circle wasn't around, which also took part in calming her nerves, besides the High Lady and Lord, there was only Cassian, Azriel and Mor present.

Luna allowed herself to relax a bit more as the evening wore on. The food was delicious, and the company was delightful. Even though she was still nervous, she found herself laughing and engaging in conversation more easily than she expected, having everyone at the table interested in what she had to say, Mor especially, who kept complimenting Luna's dress every chance she got.

Every now and then, she would catch Cassian's eye, and he would give her a reassuring nod or a warm smile. His presence was comforting, and she appreciated his support.

After dinner, when they moved to the sitting room for drinks and dessert, Luna found herself drawn to Feyre and Mor. They were quiet but attentive listeners, and Luna enjoyed sharing stories about Nova and her, who was engrossed in conversation with Cassian and Rhysand, while Azriel watched her, his eyes on her wings.

"Mama! Rhys says he can teach me to fly!" Nova rushed to her mother, and Luna looked at the Illyrians, her eyes soft, she had been unable to teach Nova to fly higher than her own hight, since her wings were clipped and limited her ability to catch her if she fell.

Luna's heart swelled with pride at her daughter's confidence and eagerness. However, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety at the thought of letting Nova fly with someone else. Despite her worries, she knew it was important for Nova to learn and experience things beyond what she could teach her alone. With a deep breath and a loving smile, Luna leaned down to speak with Nova privately.

"Do you really want to learn to fly?" When Nova nodded eagerly Luna turned to Rhysand, "You wouldn't mind teaching her?" He asked curiously.

"Nonsens, darling," Rhysand chuckled, his tone reassuring, "I'd love to teach her."

Feyre looped her arm through Luna's, "And you should feel better Azriel didn't offer," She gave the Shadowsinger a glare but there was a playfulness in it, "He pushed me off a mountain side."

"What!" There was nothing but concern in her beings as she looked at Azriel, "Don't do that to my daughter..."

Cassian cut Luna off, joining in the conversation, "Relax, sweets, he won't, I'll be there too, alright. I'm sure Nova wants me there."

Luna froze a little as Cassian wrapped as arm around her, drinking his wine, she found herself leaning into his touch before she pushed the thought away, instead watching Nova and Cassian interact.

She wondered if he had told anyone about their mating bond but the way everyone around her was so nonchalant made her think he hadn't.

"Look Nove! You're already flying!" Cassian called as he threw her in the air the she giggled the way down, her wings fluttering and Luna's heart filled with warmth, knowing Cassian truly liked Nova, and not just for the sake of her being his mate's child

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[killuintense]

❝ see you, leon ❞

rookie!leon x fem!reader.

Warning: first part, second part.

summary: for Leon wasn't being enough to have you in secret, if it were up to him, he would love you in front of the whole world.

content: 4.3k words, fluff, semi-established relationship, cute and needy Leon, possessive and capricious Leon, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, mention of oral sex (m and f receiving), carefree home moments, pet names.

note: finally the last part of this fic that i loved writing so much, i was really surprised to see everyone who asked me to continue. Thank you very much for that ♡ now i hope you enjoy it and see you in other one shots or fics ♡ i love y'all :p

You could list as many things as you needed to about leon, about how attentive he was, the bad jokes he could tell, how much he would curse when something scared him or his work didn't go as he expected. You loved those little moments you spent with him where there could only be complicit glances and low touches, soft and innocent caresses that made your day less horrible. That month and a half that had passed had given you the opportunity to get to know him, to understand him and to like him more and more. Sometimes you even got scared counting the number of times you thought about him. When you walked through the center of the city and you saw a coffee shop and it reminded you of the horrible coffees that leon prepared, but you drank them anyway because, from your point of view, they were the most delicious in the world; or when you passed by a store and you saw a teddy bear and you thought of him, being someone soft, silly and a little rough, but always trying to help others like the angel he was. But most of all with you.

Things had really become a lot more intimate between you in those weeks. Not just intimate in the sexual sense of the word, but rather that intimacy that only the two of you understood, where with looks you told each other everything you wanted without needing to talk, where you laughed at the same meaningless things, where you had your own special words and moments. Like when he would tell you that thanks to him and his contributions they managed to discover one more clue in that investigation that was taking place in the police department, and you would congratulate him saying 'that's my cute pookie patootie' and he would get upset, but deep inside his heart would jump and he would feel warm. Or like when you were stressed out about final exams and he would take you for a ride in the squad car to take your mind off things, telling funny and embarrassing anecdotes from his time at the police academy.

"Seriously! Major Krauser was the worst, he told me that if I didn't manage to run 20 times all over the training field without stopping he would make me walk around the rooms naked" your face was flushed and your cheeks hot, remembering that angrily as you drove through that starry night. Your laughter, however, meant that that experience had not been in vain, now I could hear that melody coming from your lips, while your hands clenched your stomach and you denied asking me to stop.

"God, Lee, I'm really sorry but it's too much" you laughed again, wiping away those tears that the laughter had caused you, while you brought your hand to his cheek and caressed him gently. "I'm thankful that hadn't happened to you, you'd be even more traumatized" you joked, watching as he stuck his tongue out at you in mock anger and kept driving. You didn't know where he was going, but just feeling the breeze on your face, his voice and his beautiful, steady chatter made you forget about your worries, about what was overtaking you.

You had taken a special liking to each other. Leon seemed to have a little angel by his side every time he saw you, every time he referred to you with that proud smile that someone as beautiful and special as you were was paying attention to him. He noticed how all your attention went to him when he talked to you, how you analyzed the little details to help him every time you could.

Now you seemed to spend more time at the police station and had even started helping with the paperwork, almost as an excuse to keep seeing Leon and to 'spend more time with your father', even though you hardly saw him. And Leon couldn't have been more excited at the thought of seeing you going back and forth with the paperwork, handing it to him in an orderly fashion that relieved him of his work, or when you met in the break room and talked excitedly about the finished paperwork. You brought joy into his life and he felt he was lost because of you, because of your presence that filled him with an inexplicable and suffocating love. It suffocated him to know that at the university there were other guys who talked to you, that when you went out you were in danger of anything happening to you and you wouldn't come back, when you had attentions with some other cadet at the police station and you ordered their papers or offered coffee to them instead of him. It drove him crazy that others didn't know about the times you kissed or hid in each other's arms, giving out suggestive caresses without anyone noticing. He needed you to walk around with a sign on your chest that said 'property of Leon Kennedy' for them to stay away from you immediately.

And that itself was one of the things you loved most about Leon. On the outside he always seemed so helpful, kind and shy with other people, and with you he was no less, always being a gentleman who sought to court you and be helpful to you at all times. But he was not always so innocent. Especially when they were hugging, almost as gentle as ever, and he would run his hands curiously down your waist to your bottom, caressing and squeezing it. You always scolded him, but you didn't pull away, you even seemed to move closer to his touch, and even though they soon had to stop because there were people going all over the station, he took advantage of every second to hold your body in his hands by heart.

In fact, they had continued with their slightly over the top approaches. Shit, you couldn't lie but that man was addicted to eating you. Every chance he got he stroked you just enough leaving you wet and ready to have you in his mouth, making you moan his name over and over again as he held you gently and his tongue rammed into you with a desperation that drove you to orgasm. He was so needy. And you were so addicted to seeing him need you, sometimes he didn't say it, but he loved how you sought to suck him off wherever you were. You remembered that time when he shyly wanted to reproach you about the guy who kept you five minutes too long in college to talk to you, and he was sure it was to flirt with you.

"Yeah, sure, I'm sure it was to talk about homework..." he mentioned sarcastically, you could tell he was saying it almost like a tantrum, turning his gaze from you as if that little scene could get you to pay attention to him alone. He loved your attention and thirsted for it whenever he could, so he softened further when you grabbed his jacket sleeve and gently tugged, giving him a playful giggle.

"Lee..." you were getting closer and closer, and you knew it was quite dangerous considering that you were in the corner of an empty room at the university, where you had brought him to talk because of that cutting behavior he had taken out of nowhere "Don't be mad at me, baby" you felt him gasp at that nickname, looking at you with his mouth shining from licking his lips, hungry for you. You kissed in a way that you felt his hands squeeze your hips and making you almost unintentionally feel the bulge in his pants. And you always loved to spoil him, to make him feel good. You loved to feel the way his legs trembled and he controlled himself not to cum the second you put him in your mouth, like in that moment, where he pushed his cock again and again against your throat "I love to fuck ya throat, damn it's so deep" he whimpered under his breath saying how good you made him feel, that he wanted you all to himself, that your attention should be his alone. He would always cum so desperately, take your hair between his fingers and stretch deeper inside you to the point where the hangings would begin. But it felt so good that you ignored him and chased his orgasm to have your reward; his essence so hot and thick in your throat filling you mercilessly.

Then he would become the most sensitive and cute little thing, as if there was nothing left of that uncontrolled Leon, almost fainting in your arms when he calmed down and you hugged him "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." his chest would move frenetically and he would stroke your hair, soothing the tight pain his fingers had left earlier; but you loved him, you loved that every tiny touch of him remained on your skin reminding you how good he could make you feel. But you always laughed and reminded him that you had ruined his hair that morning too, choking him between your thighs as he ate you hungrily, moaning against you, so wet and weeping for his tongue. You needed each other more and more, those touches and caresses weren't enough, having each other's mouths was intoxicating but it didn't make you drunk. They needed more.

You left Leon's bed lazily. You wore Leon's shirt, it was loose fitting and fit you like a short dress, filling you with the warmth of his scent as you grinned like a fool as you made your way to the kitchen. Both had been resting all that Saturday, your father had left town for work and you were able to sneak away with Leon to his house for the weekend. You were sure that your father would murder Leon if he found out about it, but in his own words, he would be willing to take that chance.

You headed towards the kitchen with curiosity while observing everything, laughing under your breath; there were things placed in an almost clumsy way, like the plates tilted in an uncomfortable area of the cabinet, or the glasses too far away from your reach. It made you tender to realize that it was obvious that he lived alone. And that really had been the best morning of your life. Waking up and seeing your boy slumped on the pillow with incomparable tranquility, breathing heavily as his arms tightened around your waist and his curves melted into the softness of the sheets. The skin of his bare upper torso, his broad back and full of small freckles and moles being illuminated by the morning sun was a blessing. The bed smelled of him; that masculine yet clean scent that Leon had, that you could swear was very similar to the perfume of a rose, mingling with your sweet scent that you soon let permeate making his sleep deeper than ever.

"Up so early?" you heard his husky voice and a soft yawn, bringing you out of your thoughts with a small start as you cursed for being startled. You turned around with a frown ready to scold him but your voice caught in your throat when you saw him with that facade he had when he first woke up. His blond hair was slightly tousled to one side, and although it wasn't very long it fit the contours of his face perfectly. He had a wonderful body, he wasn't exactly a skinny boy, he had everything in place and with a volume that made you want to squeeze and bite him. His abdomen smoothly marked by the training at the police academy and the V-shape that was made into a light trail of hair that took you to travel beyond his pajama pants. You swore that if it weren't for his drowsy state, he'd see you drooling like a fool.

"God, you scared me" you laughed, and after feeling your face warm from your recent thoughts, you turned your back to him and started heating water to pour coffee for both of you. Leon laughed and walked over to you to hug your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was wonderful how his muscles seemed to squeeze you tight enough, sharing that characteristic warmth with you.

"I didn't know you'd look so good in my shirt in the morning" his voice was drowned out by having his mouth sink into your neck, leaving soft kisses that caused you to melt like chocolate in the sun. He had no mercy for you.

"Kennedy, hands where I can see them, it's too early" you joked turning to kiss him. You couldn't resist him and his loving touches, his hands seeking to reassure you that you were there and not somewhere else, with someone else. Your mouths joined in a synchronized but awkward dance, both wanting to own each other. However, you decided to pass him the coffee cup before the kiss went to the next level, hearing a moan from him.

"You know you can't escape my kisses forever, don't you?" he raised both eyebrows and bumped his cup with yours in a playful toast-like fashion, stealing a soft chuckle from you. You loved that even just waking up he was like that with you, as honeyed and gooey as a jar of natural honey. So cloying that it forced you to pinch his cheeks in an attempt not to explode with love.

That day you acted like a couple who hadn't touched each other for months. Endless kisses, caresses here and there, and hugs where more than once you fell asleep in the tranquility of his arms. They had watched dozens of movies and eaten popcorn and chocolates like two bears hibernating under the warmth of blankets. They joked constantly and wouldn't stop chattering in the middle of the film, throwing out sarcastic comments and complaining about 'how bad horror movies were these days'. And you couldn't blame Leon, a young man from the nineties who grew up on eighties horror and you a lover of the classics, it seemed almost like fate.

However, at one point you both seemed to start ignoring the movies and put the snacks aside. That little kiss that had started as a simple token of affection ended up turning into a hungry kiss where the lion's hands traveled all over your body with curiosity. Both were aware that they didn't want to live from each other's mouth anymore and that they needed another kind of approach, but you couldn't avoid feeling exalted by the whole situation; it was the first time that things went too far and, although a little shy, both looked at each other with complicity when the hands needed to move away all possible clothes, being an annoying obstacle in the way. At that moment, knowing that they both wanted the same thing, the embarrassment took a back seat and noises began to emerge from both of them; soft gasps and meaningless words as they ran their mouths over each other's skin, exploring every nook and cranny.

In a moment, almost without realizing it, you were completely naked. Your clothes in the corner of the bed while your hand clung to Leon's shoulders and he groaned between your legs as his tongue plunged so deep into you that you felt like you were about to faint "Mhm..." a moan of pleasure escaped the blond's lips, his nose brushing against your throbbing clit while his free hand stroked himself hard and dripping.

"Leon, Leon-" a loud moan came from your lips as he inserted two fingers at the same time as he sucked your folds and abused them with his saliva mixed with your juices, he seemed to savor you as if it were his favorite food, as if eating you was his favorite activity in the world "Put it in, please..." your hands clutched at the sheets as you curved your back, completely stimulated at the slightest touch. Leon came out from his hiding place between your thighs and without stopping his fingered thrusts looked up at you in surprise.

"Are you sure...?" you wanted to laugh at that moment, feeling tender at the pathos of the situation. He was asking you that? they were both completely naked and from your position you could see his glans as red as it was wet, covered in precum that made you want to suck him right there. But, however, if it was because you didn't want to, Leon would ignore all that and stop, because you were his priority.

"Leon!" you scolded him trying to get a moan to stay in your throat, but you exposed yourself too much and his fingers touched your favorite spot again, making you moan loudly and collapse on the bed again, biting your bottom lip "Stick your fuckin' cock in me or I'll kill you" you bellowed as he laughed, gently pulling his fingers out. You reached for him desperately, feeling that unbearable emptiness you needed to fill with him. He looked so eager, you could see him twitching in desperation wanting to enter you, wanting to bury himself mercilessly. That's exactly why the blond couldn't take much more, and soon you felt his face hide in your neck and he slipped in with a slowness that made you see stars. It was thick and wet, hot, and you squeezed it with such precision that you soon heard it whimper in your ear, while your eyes tried to stay focused and not give way to tears of pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck..." he moaned, you felt him start to move, taking your hips hard as you felt his body stiffen on top of you; knowing him you knew he was taking all his desire to ram into you madly just so you could get used to him "You're so tight, so hot, I just...." he bit his lower lip and you sought his mouth to fill it with your tongue, kissing him messily and angrily, you were completely gone in the way you felt him growing in your belly.

"You're so thick, so hard, fuck me, fuck me!" you moaned in the middle of the kiss, you stirred your hips eagerly and Leon didn't take long to take you firmly to pull out completely and then back in. You both moaned in unison at that action. You scratched his back so hard that your punishment was to feel him thrust into you, hitting your womb with brutality. And he seemed so soft, sweet and innocent, but at that moment he seemed to be too high on your pussy.

"You're mine, you pussy it's mine, fuck, tell me yes, tell me you're mine" he moaned in groans, the back of the bed banging against the wall, making a noise that you hoped the neighbors wouldn't mind so much. But at that moment all you were interested in was that he kept up that ferocious rhythm, ripping curses from your throat as he whispered incoherently about how much he loved to fuck you. "I'll fill you up for days, baby, I'll make you walk around in pain so everyone knows I fucked you good at night, don't you want that, my girl?" he growled under his breath, feeling his abdomen contract and the tip of his dick pounding you faster, messier, perfectly about to cum.

"Yes! Fuck yes, yes, harder!" you moaned in a sob as you hugged him and felt his face sink into your tits with devotion as he bit them, sucked them, and made a mess of your skin. Between the thrusts, so erratic, so strong, mixed with his fingers pressing against your swollen clitoris, your vision went dark as you felt one last thrust and the hand Leon held on your hip dug his fingers in and tore a pathetic moan from his lips, accompanied by your name. You embraced him with your choking orgasm as spurts and spurts of cum deposited inside you, he seemed to cum so much that you felt full, hot. You were so wet around him that you felt that soon his dripping seed would spurt from inside you to stain the sheets beneath you. But Leon stayed inside you warily, wanting to live there if possible; loving the sensation of having you tied to him somehow, that somehow such a primal part of him was filling you at that very moment causing you to still be moaning under him while he could barely regulate his breathing.

"I'm sorry, I cum too much... I'm sorry..." his face sunk into your chest as he barely regularized, and you soothed him with caresses in his hair, laughing softly once the tranquility of that blow that gave you the orgasm, finally appeared. "I'm going to clean you up, just let me..." he was going to pull away but you prevented it by pressing his face against your tits, making him sink there. He didn't seem to object, staying like a scolded but pleased puppy in that hot and comfortable area of your body.

"I need you with me, just… stay," you asked him in a breath. Leon gently stepped out from where he was, looking at you as he smiled and nodded like a happy child. He gave you a soft kiss and made himself more comfortable next to you, still not coming out from inside you. You could almost swear you were starting to feel him hard again, but in return he left soft caresses in your hair as he laughed at the sight of you almost falling asleep in his arms. His arms that were your safe place.

"I love you."

You looked to your side as you stopped checking your notebook and paid attention to him. Leon was red as a tomato and staring at the ceiling, his police uniform resting against his body, just like the first day you saw him. You felt like it was yesterday, that you saw him enter naively not knowing that you would be transformed into his desire to live every day, his desire to love someone, to desire each other with someone. He was naive not knowing that the young woman he had seen in the distance would become his friend, his companion, his lover.

"I know... I know it's silly to say it now, to say it like this but it's not easy to see you just exist and feel like my chest is going to explode, you know? I need to tell you... I love you so much that I can't stand my shame to know that someone like you noticed someone like me" he confessed. There was nothing about that awkward, awkward young man with the words and, though you didn't know it, it had been the most spontaneous sentence he had said in years. He didn't think it, he just felt it and said it. Like a love impulse, which encouraged him to improve day by day. You were his love.

"I guess I was never good at hiding that I love you..." you laughed, turning your whole body towards him as your hand gently caressed his cheek. It was a habit between the two of you, you held his face in the softness of your hands and he closed his eyes; he forgot everything for a few seconds. And yet now you could see a look of love so deep that almost for a moment you felt that tears would threaten to escape. "I love you more than you can imagine, Leon" the sincerity in that whisper, where only you and he understood each other was enough. He kissed your hand and placed his own against it, caressing it, making sure that under no circumstances would you pull away.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend...?" his gaze was on yours and although he tried to look calm and confident, a glint of fear was visible in that sea of blue his eyes formed. And you felt that you had an angel in your care, an angel that was watching over you but at the same time he was looking for you to take care of him, to accept to take care of his little hurt and abandoned heart. Leon was alone in life. He had only you, and you caressed his soul at every moment, with every word, taking care of him from bad dreams and bad thoughts, being his confidant every day.

"You know I'd be a fool to refuse" you laughed, leaving a soft little Eskimo kiss as you bit your lower lip, seriously holding back the urge to cry. It was the first time you felt the need to cry for love; for a healthy, mutual love, for a love that gave as well as received and was reciprocal in every way. "I want to be yours for life" you murmured, your lips glued to hers "because I love you more than my heart can bear."

"Thank you..." you felt his voice break softly, and you held him, held his face with love just as you held him every day with your love "Thank you for making me the happiest man in this world" he planted a kiss on your lips. As sincere and soft as the breeze coming through the window, with the sun going down in the sunset orange sky with purple sparkles. A sky that witnessed a love corresponding and belonging to each other, two lovers in love with a heart to give.

Because if Leon had you, and you had him, you would never need to say goodbye to him again. Because if you had him, in your heart you would always welcome his love, like the first time you saw him.

[frankenkyle19]

🎃The Sweetest Treat Is You🎃

4.7k words! First Halloween fic! Spooky season is here people

warnings/description: Peter Maximoff x fem reader smut, Handjobs, begging, aphrodisiacs, sub peter, oral (fem receiving), p in v, peter making stupid jokes, per usual.

-What started off as an innocent enough night turned into a Halloween for the books. And who knew it only took Peter eating six cupcakes for it to happen. Well, not any normal cupcakes… But you’ll learn that soon enough-

You weren’t sure how he convinced you, but somehow the one and only Peter Maximoff had convinced you to go trick or treating with him. It was childish, and he loved it. You on the other hand acted as an actual adult, unlike the silver haired mutant. 

He’d gone as a skeleton, asking (more like begging), you to do his makeup. So you did, leaning over him for hours as you meticulously worked on his face and hands to get him looking like a real skeleton. When Peter looked in the mirror the squeak of delight he let out was nothing short of a noise an excited child would make. What a strange thing he was. It’s as if his body grew up but his mental age was no older than a 13 year old boy. 

No matter. Somehow, ridiculously, you still liked the man in front of you. No matter how childish and ridiculous he was most of the time. Everything seemed to be a game to him. He seemed so carefree, even when fighting villains and saving the world. You wished for that kind of peace in your life.

You had decided to dress up as something simple. You had gone to the store and picked out a little pair of red glittery horns and a pitchfork. You dug through your closet and came back with a pretty little red lace bra that would go perfectly with your idea. You then found some red leggings. Putting it all together along with some makeup made you look like the most stunning devil anyone had or would ever lay their eyes on.

Peter nearly choked on air when he first saw you, his eyebrows raising underneath the thick layer of makeup covering his features. Nothing hid the surprised look in his eyes though. You simply chuckled, shaking your head. You weren’t surprised, really. Peter couldn’t talk to girls, couldn’t even look at them. Which was pretty unfortunate considering if he actually had the balls to ask you on a date, you’d say yes. 

“Holyyyy mama.” He whistled, looking you up and down quickly before he respectfully returned his gaze to your eyes, which were dusted in a dark red glitter, matching your equally red lip. 

“You like it?” You quickly spun around for him, giving him the full look, and Peter was practically drooling. He blinked a few times, snapping out of whatever trance you had put him in, and gave you a polite smile.

“Uh duh-“ he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Of course you looked hot as all fuck. Anyone who didn’t think so was actually insane.

“Okay well how about you quit gawking and let’s get going, yeah?” You said with a knowing smile, watching as he brought his hands up in defense, ready to argue that he most certainly was not gawking at you, before he gave up. He was, after all. There was no use in lying to you.

You took his hand, careful not to mess up the intricate makeup of his skeleton hands, as you walked out of the mansion, into the brisk October air. It felt so nice, and even a little chilly against your mostly bare skin. Maybe you should have brought a few more layers. No matter, you hopefully wouldn’t be out too long. 

A few kids ran by, and thanks to your costumes, didn’t recognize the two of you. Peter was the more well known of the two of you, but you had powers as well. Were just as much of a mutant as he was, even if you didn’t think your powers were as cool as his. 

You felt at times that your powers weren’t as helpful as the others. You had umbrakinesis. In simple terms, you could control and shape darkness and shadows. So you always seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of darkness. You hadn’t even realized your powers for most of your life, only really discovering and coming into them in the past three years. That’s when you had met Peter, and being two of the youngest members of the X-men, you bonded quickly to each other, becoming an annoying, inseparable duo.

Peter’s smile widened as he watched all the children running around laughing, going from door to door, knocking. 

“Do you really think this is gonna work, dude? I mean you don’t exactly look like a kid-“ You gestured to him, a quizzical look on your face.

Peter turned to you and grinned “oh no- I didn’t want to go trick or treating, I just had to find a way to get you dressed up. For my little surprise.” Before you could even open your mouth to reply, Peter sped you away with a quick fwip.

You clutched onto him tightly, burying your face in his chest as he sped down the street before stopping in front of a house completely decorated in Halloween attire. 

He set you down, gently rubbing your back, making sure you didn’t get sick from the speed. That happened quite often, and that’s why you hated when he sped you around places.

You shot him a deadly glance before looking at the house, ears catching the sound of faint music from inside, along with the sound of chatter. 

“What is this, Peter?” You asked, hands on your hips as you turned back around to face him, a shit eating grin on his face.

“A partayyyy” He began to walk towards the front door, a pep in his step as he looked over his shoulder at you “well come on, we don’t have all night.” 

You could not believe it. A party? Peter knew you hated being in large groups, or around people in general. You were very much a loner and a homebody, so for him to do this? What the fuck was he thinking…

You slowly followed him as he opened the door, the music and chatter getting much louder now that the sound barrier had broken between you. 

“Peter I don’t-“ you tried to start, but Peter was already walking in, beginning to talk to everyone around him. That’s something you never understood. How he could just start up a conversation with anyone around him. 

You made your way into the house, looking down at your feet as you felt eyes on you. You didn’t like this one bit, but you were already here so you might as well try and have some fun… yeah? 

You made your way down the hall that opened up into a kitchen. The house was nice, modern and homey. The decor was nice as well. Cobwebs and skeletons hanging off of every surface, a bubbling cauldron of punch sitting in the middle of the counter. 

You grabbed a cup and poured yourself some, taking a sip. Your nose curled in disgust as you just as quickly dumped the rest of the liquid in your cup down the sink, throwing the cup into the trash can. It tasted like ninety percent alcohol with like… ten percent juice or whatever was in there. Gross.

You looked around and saw some chocolate cupcakes with little candy skulls on them. They looked good, but you weren’t in the mood for them. Later you’d be thankful that you hadn’t eaten any of them.

You grabbed a handful of pretzels to snack on instead, looking around at the people in every corner of the house. You liked to people watch, so you decided to do that for a while and maybe by the time you were done Peter would be ready to leave as well.

A breeze swept past you, making your hair fly around wildly. Peter. He had swiped one of the cupcakes and just as quickly zoomed out of the kitchen. What a little shit, not even trying to hide who he was or what he could do. Sure, he was famous, but didn’t he get tired of people constantly watching him? Following him? Asking for pictures and autographs? It made you thankful that you weren’t more well known.  

You didn’t see Peter for most of the night, only seeing him grab a couple more cupcakes here and there. Where did he fit all that? You’d be so stuffed, not to mention the sickening sweet feeling that would come with eating that many cupcakes. Good lord.

You noticed how hot it had gotten in the house, the smell of sweat and bodies making you nearly nauseous. Not to mention the amount of people just… Making out everywhere. With absolutely no shame. Just totally going for it. Gross.

You’d had enough at this point, and went off to find Peter, finding him leaned against a wall, talking to what looked like a group of frat boys who were basically throwing themselves at the chance to talk to the Quicksilver.

You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around, smiling down at you like the idiot he was. His makeup had smeared around his mouth and he had the remains of however many cupcakes he’d demolished on his lips. You shook your head but couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

“Can we leave now, Pete? It’s really hot in here and I’m feeling really uncomfortable.” You said, fanning your face as you looked around for an exit. Peter, sensing how uncomfortable you became, nodded almost instantly. You’d put up with enough for tonight. 

So he politely excused himself from the group of boys, telling them he’d see them around, before he followed you to the front door. An odd feeling was settling in Peter's stomach but he put it off as too many cupcakes. He had had almost six whole cupcakes, anyone would be sick after that.

You both exited the house, the sound of music and various chatter finally quieting. 

“And we’re walking. Normally.” You said before Peter could do anything stupid. 

He nodded, following after you as he looked you over once more, a heat forming in his belly as he began to get hot. Very hot. Unnaturally hot. He shrugged it off, trying not to think too much about it.

Jesus.. had you always looked this hot? Have your lips always looked this kissable? Peter felt like he was losing his mind to his own urges and he wanted to punch himself. What was going on with him?

You turned to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing in worry. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, making his skeleton makeup smudge and smear across his face, the intricate design long gone by now. He looked back at you with such intensity that if you didn’t know him so well, would have scared you.

“Peter, are you feeling okay? You look like shit-“ 

“Gee, thanks dude that’s nice-“ he chuckled, wiping some sweat from his bro, the face paint rubbing onto his arm. He grimaced a bit, his head spinning and all his eyes could seem to focus on, was you. Everything else faded out of focus, blood rushing to his ears as he stared at you hungrily.

You knew something was wrong the moment you laid your eyes on him after walking out of that party. You just didn’t know what was wrong. But you’d soon find out.

“Peter- Peter c’mon, let’s get you home and cleaned up. Something’s not right.” You said, beginning to practically drag Peter along, which wasn’t hard considering he was following you like a lost puppy dog.

You smelt so sweet and you looked like the most enticing treat Peter had seen all night. Even more so than those cupcakes. God. Those damn cupcakes. The root of all these problems. Now you two would have no idea until later than night. Much much later those weren’t normal cupcakes. They had been laced with some sort of chemical or plant or something that made you… Well to put it plainly, extremely horny. Like desperately if I don’t fuck I’ll die horny.

Peter felt light headed, following after you in a daze. You managed to somehow, by the grace of god, get him back into the mansion, bringing him up to your room. Maybe that had been a mistake, but he looked awful and you wanted to make sure he was somewhere where you could watch and attend to him until you figured out what was wrong and if it was serious or not.

Peter hated to admit it, always talking so confidently about his skills in bed, when realistically he was the biggest pillow princess there ever was. He was the most submissive, whiney thing, which you’d soon figure out as well. He also didn’t have much experience, having only had sex a handful of times in his almost thirty years of living. What a loser, he thought. 

You quickly closed the door behind you as you led him to sit on your bed, quickly going to your bathroom and wetting a cloth before coming right back to him. You gently wiped the makeup and cupcake crumbs off of his face. He sighed in relief at the feeling of the cold cloth, practically leaning his face into it, begging for more.

“Peter tell me what’s wrong, were you- Jesus were you drugged?” You asked, wondering how in the actual world this had happened. You’d never seen him like this in your nearly three years of friendship. 

“I feel fineeee-“ he slurred, grabbing onto your shoulder with a much too tight grip. You stared at him with wide eyes. “Peter what are you-“

“Mmm you feel so niceee- and warm- holy shit dude I’m so screwed-“ he said out loud, shaking his head slowly, his silver hair getting into his eyes as he huffed and quickly pushed it back with his hand.

“Peter I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong with you. Tell me, what did you have at the party? What did you drink?”

“Didn’t drink anything babe, totally only ate a few cupcakes. They were soooo good too.” He said, swaying back and forth as the heat burning in his stomach changed directions, going lower.

“You just had the cupcakes? Promise? Peter, you have to tell me if you’ve had anything else.” You urged, tilting his chin up with your thumb and pointer finger, watching as his eyes met your. His had begun to grow impossibly darker, pupils blown to absolute shit. He looked destroyed. 

“Anyone ever told you how beautiful you are babe?” It was hitting him all at once, all the sudden he doubled over, groaning as he held his stomach. And… Why did he suddenly have a hard on? He was just as confused as you were, plus embarrassed.

You looked him over, brows furrowed in complete confusion before they went to his hard on. Something clicked in your brain. Everyone at that damn party had eaten a cupcake except for you. And everyone’s sex drive seemed insatiable, all of them making out and grinding on each other anywhere in the house… What was in those cupcakes? Whatever it was seemed to be affecting Peter, maybe even more intensely than everyone else at the party considering he’d eaten a half dozen of the damned things. 

“Oh my god-“ you said with a quiet giggle, which caught Peter’s attention and made him frown. “What’s funny- oh fuckkk don’t laugh at me-“

“I’m not laughing at you Peter. I’m laughing because I think you ate something you weren’t supposed to. Have you ever heard of aphrodisiacs?”

“English please, I’m not that smart.” He whined, pouting his bottom lip dramatically. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “It’s some sort of chemical that makes you… well-“ you gestured to his hard on, which he wasn’t trying very hard to cover up. 

He followed your gaze to his lap and looked down, puzzled. “Hmm- when’d that happen-“ he said, doubling over as another wave of pain rushed through him. He felt like he was being stuck with pins and needles and it felt like absolute hell. He needed to find a way to stop.

“Please- god babe you gotta help me-“ he begged, reaching out for you. You backed up. You’d read about it, and these kinds of effects shouldn’t be this intense. Maybe it had something to do with his mutant powers? His body was trying to run through the aphrodisiacs but it had backfired? That was about the only explanation that came to mind.

“Peter I-“ you knew the only way to stop this was to give in. To let him do as he pleased. But could you really go through with that? Ruin a three year long friendship because Peter had been dumb and eaten six sex drug filled cupcakes? 

But the pained look on his face made you want to help him. Any way that you could. And to be honest, you had a little crush on him. Just a tiny little one. Okay… maybe a big one. A really big one. But who wouldn’t?! 

“Pleaseee” he whined pathetically, pawing at his hard on with a cry, eyes focused only on you. 

“I dunno why I’m doing this babe- please it hurts please help me, help yer friend, yeah?” He pleaded, tears filling his dark brown eyes.

“Okay.” Was all you said. Okay. You’d let this happen. You’d help him, because he was your best friend and you refused to see him in so much pain when you could help.

Peter nearly sobbed at your word, pulling you into a harsh kiss full of teeth and tongue as he practically devoured you, the taste of your lips absolutely intoxicating. You were like a drug, and he never wanted to recover from it.

You kissed back after a few moments, hands coming up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. The heat that was radiating off his body was totally crazy. Completely unnatural and it couldn’t feel good for him.

“Please- please touch me- I’ll do anything for ya- please?” He whined against your lips before he moved down to suck hickies into the fragile skin of your neck. He nipped the skin before actually fully biting down, causing you to cry out in surprise.

“Peter!” You squealed, trying to shove him off, but to no avail. He was much stronger than you.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry baby I’m so sorry I can’t help myself-“ He apologized furiously, pressing gentle kisses over the bite mark as an apology.

You gently rubbed his back and nodded in understanding. He was trying hard to control himself, and if you didn’t do something to help him soon, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back.

“Shhh, it’s okay Peter, just- oh Pete-“ You gasped quietly as he began rutting against your thigh, his hard on somehow even hotter than the rest of his body, almost searing to the touch. He mewled at the friction, quickly shoving his hand into his pants for some sort of relief. This was so embarrassing and when he finally came back to his senses, he probably wouldn’t be able to even look you in the eye.

“Baby- Peter let me help you-“ you said carefully, removing his hand from his pants, replacing it with your own. It wasn’t hard for your hand to blindly find his dick. Not only was it searing hot to the touch, but it took up most of the space in his boxers.

The second your hand wrapped around his dick Peter swore this was what heaven must be like. Heaven was you. Your touch. The relief that surged through him caused a tear to actually slip from the corner of his eye, his breathing relaxing a bit as he gently thrust up into your hand.

“Ohwowthat-“ his words mixed together, eyes rolled into the back of his head as he weakly bucked up into your touch. You smiled a bit, seeing the relief wash through him, and god if touching him like this didn’t turn you on…

Your underwear became slick, and would soon probably show through your red leggings, but you weren’t worried about that right now. You were worried about Peter.

He got impossibly harder, twitching in your hand as his body seemed to buzz with pleasure. Like actually buzzing. He was moving so fast the edges of his body were blurred.

You swiped your thumb over the tip of his leaking cock, collecting the thick fluid there before smearing it down his cock. He yelped softly, bucking into the touch desperately before his body went rigid. You suddenly felt a lot more fluid and realized that he had cum. He’d just cum from you barely touching him. 

Peter flushed red with embarrassment, hiding his face away from you. He’d just blown his load in like two minutes in front of you and he wanted to crawl into a hole for the rest of time.

“Peter-“ you said gently, cupping his cheek “it’s okay really it is- I know how bad you needed that-“ Peter didn’t respond for several moments before he pounced on you, ripping off your bra, much to your dismay. You really liked that bra. Next he pulled your leggings down your legs and tossed them somewhere onto your floor.

“Peter!” You yelled in suprise, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes. “Peter what are you doing-“

You figured one release would be enough to satiate the need burning inside him, but boy were you so very very wrong.

Peter’s thumb connected with your covered clit, rubbing gentle circles against the slick fabric, grinning devilishly.

“Wanna taste you- no I gotta taste you- bet you taste so sweet- better than any stupid Halloween candy anyway-“ he spoke, ripping off your underwear and throwing it onto the growing pile of half ruined clothes that lay on the floor.

You arched up into his touch as his fingers parted your folds, nostrils flaring as he watched your slick coat his fingers. 

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh. It was a small, but very sweet gesture before he dove into your core, eating you out like you were his last meal. He was a bit clumsy at first but soon got into a rhythm, his tongue dancing patterns along your clit, making you cry out in surprise. You gripped onto his stupid silver hair and tried to pull him closer. Peter could barely breathe and if this was his way to die? He’d be happy. Death by pussy. 

You were not expecting your Halloween to go this way, but you definitely weren’t upset with it. 

You felt your release growing, the feeling of his tongue lapping against you made you see stars. The way his nose so perfectly bumped against your clit made you want to scream. 

“Peter I’m-“ you choked out, and Peter, bless him, almost busted another load at realizing you were close. He kept the same pace he had been doing, thank god, and the feeling soon became too overwhelming. You gripped harder onto his hair as you came, your release covering his face as he moaned against you. He led you through it before pulling off of you, chin and lips absolutely soaked. You blushed with slight embarrassment as Peter licked his lips before taking off his shirt, wiping his chin off before pulling you into another kiss.

“Delicious. Ten out of ten would eat here again.”

“Peter!” You shouted, cheeks burning as you playfully smacked his shoulder. How did he always manage to ruin the moment? 

Peter chuckled as he leant back down to nip and kiss at the skin of your shoulder, his still clothed lower body grinding against your bare one.

“Mmm, I'm ready to go for round two if you are.” He whispered against your skin, practically drooling on you, and if it was anyone else besides him, you’d be disgusted. 

“Peter you’re drooling-“ there was a pause for a moment before he collected his saliva with his tongue, cleaning you off before a quiet ‘sorry’ slipped from his lips.

You reached down to cup his once again growling bulge which caused his breath to catch in his throat. 

“Yer gonna let me fuck you?” He asked, grinding against your hand, his mind running wild with the thought.

“Well duh, gotta see how fast you can go.” You grinned, eyebrows raising in a challenge.

“Oh I don’t know if you can handle how fast I can go. Might break ya.” He grinned, already moving to unfasten his pants and pull them off as quickly as humanly (mutantly?) possible. Which for him, was very fast. 

He was left in his already soaked boxers before he just threw those off too, revealing himself fully. And holy shit, was he big. Your mouth watered a bit at the sight and Peter blushed at your staring.

“Break me, Quicksilver.” That drove him absolutely crazy, maybe it was some weird kink he had, but you calling him quicksilver? Uh yes please.

He pulled you into another heated kiss, positioning himself at your entrance before he looked at you 

“Got a condom?” He asked, really praying you did because if you had to stop here, he thinks he’d drop dead.

You shook your head and Peter’s heart quite literally fell into his ass, until you continued.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. It’s okay Peter.” You assured, placing your hand on his shoulders 

“Now would you fuck me? I’m not a virgin, you don’t have to be gentle.” You whispered against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

This had to be a dream. Was he dreaming? Was it Christmas morning? There was no way this was real. No way. 

He pushed into you, so gently despite your words, burying his face in the crook of your neck as a quiet sigh escaped his parted lips. It felt so good. Like too good and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. But neither were you. The leftover euphoria from your previous release made everything more intense and you could already feel the pleasure building up.

Peter began to fully fuck you, his hips slapping against yours, causing a deliciously inappropriate sound that hopefully no one else in the mansion could hear.

The bed creaked slightly as he thrust into you as outside little kids ran from house to house, getting enough candy to give them cavities. This was Peter's candy. His treat. 

“Oh f-fuck babe I’m not gonna last much longer- yer squeezing me so fuckin’ tight-“ he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He reached down to circle his thumb over your clit, causing your pleasure to intensify tenfold. 

Suddenly you were right there with him, about to tip over the edge.

It was the best, but also most special sex you’d ever had. It was full of so much love, as well as want. Peter’s body buzzed more, his cock quite literally vibrating inside you. He was like a human vibrator, and you’d definitely explore that more at a later time.

You held onto his shoulder as he fucked you “fuck baby cum for me, cum for me so I can pull out-“ he groaned, trying so hard to hold out for you and your pleasure.

You chuckled, which caught him by surprise. Why were you laughing?

“Peter- you can cum inside. I’m on the pill. Please. Give it to me.” With the comfort of knowing that, the chance to actually cum inside you made him go feral. His thrusts sped up and just as you fell over the edge, he did too. Your releases mixing together and his cum shooting deep inside you, making you feel warm and dizzy. 

He nearly collapsed onto you, pulling out of you and falling next to you, as he wrapped you up in his arms. He closed his eyes, his labored breathing as well as your own the only sound to be heard in the room. 

It wasn’t how you had planned to spend your Halloween, but god was it so much better than anything you could have ever thought of.

Peter drifted to sleep soon after, but not before whispering about how you were the best treat he’d had all night.

[myangelhaven]

This is my recommendations of LEEKNOW fics! It will be updated once in a while for new stories I have read. Hopefully the links work (lemme know if it doesn't)

Credits to the authors!! All informations written are taken from the authors' post and has not been modified. Reminder that some fics are NOT for minors, so please read the key and avoid 18+ contents.

HAPPY READING!!

KEY

[❀]: fluff [𖦹]: humour [𖤓]: angst [☄]: sad [☾]:smut [⟡]:smau [✮]: my favs

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☆ DRABBLES & SHORT FICS

☆ LONG FICS

☆ SERIES

his first chance by @jnginlov [𖤓][☄][⟡][breakup]

lee know reached out to try again

(part II) :lee know can’t bring himself to open up and messes up his first chance (prequel to his second chance)

Bubblegum by @cb97percent [☾][✮][3some][situatioship] 8.3k (2 parts) NEW

Minho constantly being in love with himself in the group chat frustrates the shit out of you, and you desperately want to teach him a lesson. Meanwhile, Chris has other plans in mind.

Pudding 7.4k: The declaration that Minho was a virgin until your night together drills a hole in your head. It can't possibly be true because who the hell fucks like that with no prior experience?

What's your sine? By @jeonginssa [❀][𖤓][collegeau] 10 parts NEW

My sunshine by @staysuki [❀][𖤓][⟡][suggestive] 15 parts

pure, optimistic, carefree, and innocent— that was you, known as the campus sweetheart. but with such a personality, people only really ever saw you as a friend, nothing more and nothing less.

tactless and crass yet devilishly handsome, lee minho was well-known around campus for probably all the wrong reasons— but to the people close to him, they know that there's more to him than meets the eye.

you two belong in different worlds, living as people with very different personalities. you two have never interacted even after 2 years of university, and everybody thinks it would remain that way. yet, after a cruel twist of fate involving an accidental blind date mishap, your worlds collide; and maybe, you two weren't as different as everyone thought.

Cupid's Christmass by @btssmutgalore [❀][𖤓][☾][✮✮][e2l] 67.5k (5 parts)

Your friend creates the perfect Christmas blind texting event for all her single friends, including you. While you're texting a person who seems to be perfect for you, you start interacting with your college arch-nemesis, Lee Minho, a lot more.

part II | part III | part IV | part V

Hello stranger by @mintquokka [❀][𖤓][⟡][✮][s2l][ghostau] 40 parts

After moving into a new apartment, y/n learns that she got more than she bargained for.

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄more to come!⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

☆-------------------skz masterlist-------------------☆

[gorlygorlx3]

Fazbear Fights 9:

Freddy:

33 years old

5'11

Fighting Style: Karate

Likes: His husband, Bonnie, His son, Gregory, Animals, Protecting the ones he loves, Fishing

Dislikes: Seeing his family hurt, Gangs, Fire, The sound of broken glass

After his son almost got kidnapped by a gang, Freddy wanted to find a way to protect not only his family but other innocent lives. 

Chica:

18 years old

5'6

Fighting Style: Capoeira

Likes: Eating, The 80's, Milkshakes, Dancing, Rollerblading

Dislikes: Being lied to, Bullies, Tear-jerker movies, Quitters

Spunky, daring, and bubbly, she expresses herself through dance. But don't let her carefree nature fool you, she's willing to beat up any bullies causing trouble in her neighborhood. 

Monty:

31 years old

5'11

Fighting Style: Boxing (Slugger)

Likes: Competition, Winning, Women, Alcohol, Rock music, Playing Golf

Dislikes: Cooking, Overly Emotional People, Being told what to do, Being Broke

He was always picked on as a child due to his size and scrawny stature. But as he grew older, so did his desire for revenge. Eventually, he started boxing in an underground fight club, winning buckets of prize money by the match. It's everything he could ever want. 

Roxanne:

30 years old

5'8

Fighting Style: Aikido

Likes: Racing, Motorcycles, Red Wine, Fashion, Fixing Old Cars, Spicy Food

Dislikes: Losing, Weak People, Chipping a nail, Chewing Gum, Tangled Hair

Leader of a gang, Los Lobos Salvajes, and the undefeatable champion in street racing, she won't hold back from any competition, even if it means she'll play dirty to win.

Sun:

20 years old

6'4

Fighting Style: Gymnastics

Likes: Making new friends, Dogs, Sunny weather, Dressing up, Theater, Gymnastics,  

Dislikes: The Dark, Horror Movies, Messy Rooms, Cockroaches, Blood 

The son of two crime bosses, he's far from selfish. Cherubic and charming; a trophy-winning gymnast who replaces traditional martial arts with graceful and elegant moves as a use of self-defense. 

Moon:

28 years old

6'0

Fighting Style: Taekwondo

Likes: Cats, Astrology, Books, Philosophy, Classical Music

Dislikes: Seeing the innocent get hurt, Tomatoes, Loud Noises, Cigars

Hired bodyguard for a rich boy with a bounty on his head, he's willing to go through hell to protect his client. He's also ironically hired to assassinate his parents in the process.

Fazbear Fights: Hellbound Warriors 2

Freddy:

Age: 38 years old Height: 5'11 Backstory: Father Fredrick was once a humble small village priest dedicated to helping and guiding his community. One fateful day, he encountered a powerful angel named Michael, who gave him a divine blessing. From that moment on, Fredrick was transformed, his eyes glowing with a striking electric blue hue, and his body growing in strength and stamina.

Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iyr60r4G374.

Chica:

Age: 18 years old Height: 5'6 Backstory: Chica discovered her love for music at a young age and began performing in local talent shows. Her talent was quickly recognized, and she was signed to a record label at the age of 16. Since then, she has skyrocketed to fame as the youngest rock singer of all time. But she later started learning how to fight under the teachings of her favorite artist, M.M.

Theme: Get Jinxed: youtu.be/ZF1PkQOf7bg?si=zK9f-FWEkiihbhcu

Monty:

Age: 33 years old Height: 5'11 Backstory: Montgomery's childhood was spent in the heart of the bayou, where he learned to navigate the dense, murky swamps and survive off the land. Even as a young boy, he had a deep respect for the natural world around him and a fierce loyalty to his homeland. Over the years, he honed his skills as a hunter and tracker, becoming a formidable force in the wilderness. Now, as a skilled bounty hunter, he's able to use his knowledge of the land to track down his targets and make a living quickly.

Theme:   Devil's Price: youtu.be/KpW8-iI3nVg?si=AxMLYFhX3ZdK1tr7

Roxanne:

Age: 27 years old Height: 5'8 Backstory: Roxanne grew up surrounded by the rough and tumble life on the high seas. Her father, Foxy, the notorious captain of the Cunning Vixen, trained her to be the pirate queen of the seas.  Despite her skill and reputation as a fierce pirate, Roxy grew tired of the constant bloodshed and wanted a go at the refined side of life. She decided eventually to leave the pirate life behind and pursue a different, more luxurious path.

Theme: When I Get Low, I Get High: youtu.be/GDdWSlMOexw?si=A2Kro0xJcdWFyjZH

Sun:

Age: 21 years old Height: 6'1

Backstory: Dr. Samuel "Sunny" Merriweather grew up in a small town where he experienced severe anxiety and OCD from a young age.  As he grew older, he pursued a career in therapy help to navigate others' mental health struggles. However, his own issues continued to haunt him, especially in the form of frequent sleep episodes of paralysis. One fateful night during a particularly intense episode, Sam made a deal desperately with the shadowy figure that visited him in his dreams; a demon named Lunaris. In exchange for protection, Sam allowed Lunaris to manifest into the world waking as his shadow.

Theme: Clint Eastwood: youtu.be/XVwqSlTFQq0?si=F9fgfQ4lxkHT4S5h

Moon:

Age: Unknown Age but his shadow form makes him look in his late 20s Height: 14’0 Backstory: Existing for centuries, Lunaris was a powerful demon. Feeding the fear and confusion of his victims, he grew infamous among humans and had a reputation around other demons. During one of his eventful night journies, he stumbled upon one of his favorite victims, Samuel Merriweather. But the night doesn't go as planned as a deal between the two causes Lunaris to become Sam's shadow, forever attached to him.

Theme:  Enter Sandman: youtu.be/9ZvtAYSUF3w?si=WkICepdf-JsToym-

*Bonus:*

DJMM: 

Age: 31 years old Height: 6’0

Backstory: Manon Musique, known as M.M in the DJ world, had a passion for music and martial arts from a young age. Growing up in a diverse neighborhood, he learned to appreciate different cultures and, styles which influenced his unique persona. After losing his sight in a tragic accident, Manon turned to music and martial arts as a way express to himself and connect with world the He became a skilled martial arts teacher, dedicated to helping unleash others' potential.

Theme:  Thrift Shop: youtu.be/bDlC9m1FDo4?si=MYpZrJesmqd8Ilx2

Foxy:

Age: 41 years old Height: 5’10

Backstory: Foxtrot or Foxy grew up on the rough seas, learning the ways of piracy from a young age. His parents were both notorious pirates who instilled in him a deep love for adventure and a thirst for treasure. As he grew older, Foxy became a formidable captain, earning a reputation for his cunning tactics and fearless attitude. However, his life took a turn when his beloved niece, Roxanne, decided to leave the pirate life behind and pursue a more civilized existence.

Theme:    Dead Ahead: youtu.be/d3BQ-UZh0a8?si=jIIO_-YNbD0AcfkI

[toinfinitywinning]

How it Began? As a kid, until something bad happens all you know is innocence. Bounce back. Resilience. Words and thoughts your growing mind can’t get its synapses matured yet. And by bad, I mean it rocks you. You’re crying. You’re asking why for the first time poor thing it’s forever; you’re confused. You cannot process the magnitude of the incident and sometimes may even require Counseling to help guide you through it…NVR goes away.

And then.

I mean it’s sad, Right? Being born isn’t your introduction “hey!” realization and rationality Day, it’s your Birth Day. Period. Everyone’s glad you’re here. But you’re not going to know anything for a Long time. Everyone’s with me. Hopefully, b/c I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout no babies. And Well, most people R glad you’ve come unless you’re..ok no not that rn.

BUT

First time you are hurt and are able to process and internalize that new feeling it’s like welcome to the jungle we got fun and games! And I remember that moment for me. It wasn’t when I smacked my head and got hit with bats and sliced my fingers open trying to whittle (Dad’s fault) to make a teepee which now I’m not sure should be a thing. Also tried to make a tornado bottle like those science fair ppl had. The ones that won. B/c they actually figured out how to puncture a hole in a plastic 2 liter top without stitches and having to explain what in the Hell you were doing (Heather u said you might be here so I know you’re with the gear Shift trauma rn). For me until now it’s never been me physically hurt or incapable that’s defeating me—defeating—adjective : defeated—also adjective but untrue. This is different and I hate it b/c of that. I was born with vampire senses at least that’s what vampire diaries says. I feel everything so intensely that often it has trickled over to affecting me physically. I suppose a Good example is a panic attack but I’ve moved onto bigger things. I’ll be one of those ppl on ppl magazine whose ღ ended hearing bad News. This could get dark so I’ll Stop at bad News. It’s funny -I have all this time. And most of the time I don’t enjoy the time but I’ve thought a lot of that time some about when I was a kid. Just free fallin’. Before I got the anxious bug again I was fine being serendipitous and sporadic. One time I put a Friends name in my calendar even tho I knew I knew the time. That stuff. So back to the carefree kid. Like, 8+ I have to clearest memories. I want to take a sec to say how sad that is!! There is no question that I was the kid with the most bandaids. There are pictures and I Love them. Pain didn’t really bother me. Not like this. And I’ve had a lot of very serious injuries and surgeries. Why can’t I be her? It’s all about control.Sometimes staying in a State of any negative, sad emotion or trying time becomes comfortable so it becomes routine. Safe. This can Go downhill quickly. But I promise something from my psych minor talks about this my sister would know. Anyways you gotta get out and can’t.

I was in this State Right before I got sick but I pulled myself out of that creepy Ass Edgar Allen poem pit and swing thing b/c I didn’t like it anymore. But this is a Choice promise. And there’s not statute of limitations on how Long it takes you or if you even get to make a Choice time which is already a Mountain.I tend to be really open and candid. I would be a horrible Celebrity. First of all they’d only have pictures of me in sweatpants. But the openness isn’t for me or really anybody unless someone does see it and be seen. I never had that. And that’s no one’s fault. We didn’t have Smart phones which ironically give us cancer and often stupidity from the crap you read due to that algorithm. A few people reached out in my DM’s and on posts to just do this I guess and throw in a Basketball time to time.I was stuck. And I had well…a very eye opening bad experience. I don’t think I’ll ever share that publicly. But I was terrified. Something came over me when I got to my car and it wasn’t a Voice it was a direction. To home. Safety. Familiar. Routine. I knew sooner than immediately that I was done. That’s it. There’s a pattern in this pattern. You see?So all that is taken care of and now we will work on my eating Disorder. Anorexia, restrictive ED/exercise bulimia and body dysmorphia. You get it. Add this in with Addiction. Talk about stuck. All I can think of to compare it to is that scary book w/ a wizard and a whirlpool and IDEK how it ends but that was always enough for me to be done w/ that story. So, You’re bound to have one after losing 150 lbs over two and a half years and now can see your bones and muscles. Hey you’re confident again Good for you. This will not sustain. You lost weight probably all the wrong ways anyway but it worked. And you’re still in control. Things have changed and u know what to do to keep your skeleton up. One gust of wind or fainting and head stitches again having to hurry and tell your Apple Watch not to call the rescue’s and you’re an inch closer to hospitalization. Doin’ fine.All I had Left was my eating Disorder to work on and I’d made so much progress. I’ll expand on this but you actually have to eat when you’re sick. I won’t thank COVID-19 for that tho. Sometimes u can follow all the rules and still get *BEEP, explicative!* sooner or later it would have risen. So that infamous Day I’d just finished my hour walk and like had been doing about to eat w/ my Parents. I remember it like it wasn’t a 26 month old toddler Day away. One sniff. Mom -please get COVID tested. I remember being annoyed. B/c I have taken all the precautions. Well so do a lot of people and things still happen OUT of our control. This became the problem. Two saddest things about that next few days is I made my Dad say Shit when I came up positive then gave it to my Mom. I cannot tell you the guilt I would be carrying had this been the other Way around.I had lived my Addiction free Life and started to heal my ED rest of my Life. For 3 weeks. I felt so light. Felt so free. Brave and proud. More authentic. B/c being stuck and not being able to fix things yourself takes a lot of deleted Pride and bad bad bad experiences apparently. Wakey wakey. Why’s it gotta be that Way? At least it’s the Gentry way. I’d rather not keep that up.Crushed. Pre healing I couldn’t Exercise for 2-4 hours daily. Wake up at 5 am still kinda dazed and do 100 push-up’s then 10lb weights, several sets. Not one thing from a video or trainer but i can see everything chiseled so gotta be doing something right. Then walk a mile and a half or 10000 steps before you even answer a call at work. All this to have your evening free. To see your ribs and sometimes ✔ the camera Cloud to make sure that 10 pound added weight doesn’t happen. Showering at lunch break. Oh it was a machine. And ppl knew. I’m very aware. I lean toward empathy as well.

I was very very sick. Different sick. And TBH as much of Hell this is and might forever be I’d rather this. Even a broken ღ that was your stupidity and blinders anyway. Although I cannot control this it’s not an intensity of emotion in those skinny Ass bones I can’t turn off anymore. Need size zero and xs. Ghastly. I can answer a question of would you rather in this Case. My ღ literally aches. It’s all of the omnipresent and then some. So intense and relentless. I could change my mind tomorrow. Right now.

This Pain is Physical. Not my fault. Wasn’t abused. Can’t control this either and I’d never wish it on all but one person but idk. I feel things that intensely. I’d be the X-Ray Report that says torn or damaged in about nine places after my ACL tear. The Report was an entire page LOL. That is not common I don’t think. Should’ve just said everything is bad take your 2nd of now Four ambulance trips with your Dad to the ER.

Let me be clear. This is very hard to put into words. It’s less I guess that I wouldn’t barter but sometimes you’re just like please give me that Pain instead, just for a while.

Right now I am comfortable in Pain. Isn’t that pathetic yet tragic? I meannn. Whole body Pain. It’s emotional too trust me but this it takes first. Imagine…the control freak. This is not acute. Feeling without Pain even temporarily is kinda scary and better word unsettling. You want to get better of course but your body has done such a 180 that it becomes what you’re worried about and what makes you nervous. It’s an evil Domino set mouse wheel. Let me also add that long-haul Covid and dysautonomia and pots all of them happened because my body had gotten so healthy again it went in overdrive to try to help me and then couldn’t stop. How nice. Kindly. I’ve learned things about my body and about what people can experience and I didn’t want to. I will never again scoff at someone for saying that they are debilitated because, they are in constant pain or too “tired”... They can’t be safely aware. I’m ashamed I ever thought that about people because there is no take a Tylenol and lay down. There is no taking a nap and you’ll wake up refreshed. That’s all bullshit at this point, and it hurts if you have to ever explain it because you can’t, like so many other things until it happens to you you don’t really know how you feel like a lot of things you can swear that you’ll react one way or the other but when something happens to your kid or someone you love (dare i say abortion as a topic) all the sudden it’s personal and you’re thinking something you never thought you would. Or not. The struggle is actually real.



There is a lot of trauma or some type of PTSD with being this sick for this long as well because you sit comfortably, you know exactly what’s going to happen. If then, then that some of which are terrifying I shake I can’t believe anyone has to deal with this and yet I’m not even one of the most serious cases if you can believe that. Then there’s the Gaslighting. Go to stone ridge and admit yourself for anxiety. NAH. Thankfully all of my docs have been first class with no doors blown off.

I want to say I’ve learned a lesson.. karma. I deserve this. I should’ve seen it coming. Let me be clear again. No one deserves this and yet we’re human and stuff still happens to good and bad people. losing control has been difficult, but I feel like I’ve learned so much about, literal heartache and pain that only someone who was going through the same thing can identify with. there aren’t words. I’m not trying to paint a picture of someone who is on oxygen and dying or taking chemo, but I think that you can hold sadness in several different ways without feeling guilty. you can own What you’re going through. it’s OK to be angry at God at anything and I’ve had to realize that and it’s taken a long time and I think I still am working on it because I think I’m over here. not famished. not taken hostage. not bombed. I have a bed to lay in when I feel bad. U can’t compare things like this and you shouldn’t anyway. I think in doing that it’s never productive anyway. I don’t like being helped which is ironic because I have some co dependencies still and yearning to stay close to what is familiar and home and safe I’ve had to put my or whatever aside and my confidence out the window because yes, you will gain weight not exercising that much but you literally can’t do things at first. I was using a cane to get to the bathroom. I would pant no exaggeration like a dog for at least an hour sometimes after walking 10 feet, ask my mom she was on the couch across from me and we’re both thinking what just happened. or you have to use spoons because you’re shaking so much. Don’t even try a fork w/ rice. or you’re so confused that you always have to have what I would say and interpreter at this point, and praise God that there r doctors surrounding me. I have needed so much help and I think part of accepting help is also allowing someone else to practice stewardship and I think somewhere possibly the Bible at some point you can’t continue to deny someone’s help because they have to have the experience of helping and we both know each feeling. Frankly need it sometimes there are things that not even Gentry will speak of that I’ve gone through but somehow I’m thinking wow Pooh bear was correct. I really am stronger than I seem and I thought that the last time I was in a bad place life is nuts except help, if you don’t have the hope or faith let your family hold it for you. It’s still there. You just can’t get it yet and I cringe to say it, but I have learned so much and whether I heal completely or not writing all this again is therapeutic one, but two when people can identify with someone else, it is a very intimate experience the kind of intensity I feel with everything. I tell people I don’t want to hear ‘you’re going to get better’ because you don’t know that. we can pray for it, but I’ve given prayer a hard time as I’m able to complain, not going to church routinely. Then again going to church is just the building. Sadly tru 4 2 many. a reflection of your yearning for community and a place of hope and routine. we know from the current state in this world that going in a church and coming back out there’s nothing Christian about it, but I’m thankful that I have been held. I’ve even asked. Dad has even had to hang onto me. I’ve been in a wheelchair. I’ve had a bed pan. things that would normally humiliate you. You get humbled immediately. You may have your arms and legs, but there will be times you will need to be pried off the floor, there will be times that your head stays on a cold marble kitchen counter for hours because you don’t have the strength to walk 20 steps to your bed. Covid sucks. it has ruined lives, marriages, people have gone bankrupt. People have died. Mistreated. People have had experiences much worse than mine, and they didn’t deserve it either even if they didn’t take precaution like I did which is part of why I was so frustrated with getting sick. and again i was at that point I had gotten healthy. So ofc, the more prone your body go into hyperdrive. Trying to heal you. and that’s still where I’m at.

[loetise]

types of people as birds.  ˎˊ˗            bold:  always  applies.   italic:   sometimes  applies.

i. sparrow.  innocence,  big dreamer,  waking up too early,  walking home,  being afraid of meeting new people,  slim hands,  always cold,  reading a book under a tree,  the smell of the forest,  missing your home.

ii. eagle.  independent,  caring too much for others,  sharp looks,  walking down the city late at night,  the tallest and more spectacular building,  iron,  being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

iii. swift.  falling in love easily and heavily,  traveller,  the infinity of the bluest sky,  storms,  broken smiles,  forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones,  feeling out of place,  mistrusting people,  a fleeting romance.

iv. crow.  feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot,  prejudge,  tight hugs that leave you breathless,  a grey sky,  serenity,  intelligence,  being left behind,  chains,  smoke,  the pride of someone wise.

v. dove.  petals,  jealousy,  being tired of living with the same old faces,  whispered secrets,  marble,  sundresses,  white clothes,  the first sunset of winter,  pride in who you are,  learning to get over someone.

vi. seagull.  family,  golden light,  the sea murmuring in your ear,  summer afternoons,  caramel ice cream,  collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures,  living breezy and carefree,  swimming in sunlight.

vii. canary.  artistic,  getting excited easily,  dancing and singing while you are alone,  looking at your friends having fun,  no phone,  being afraid of judgement,  spring,  a meaningful gift,  the first ray of sunlight.

stolen from;   @twrflwr​​​​​​​​​​​​​  ♡♡ tagging;   you, steal this and say i tagged you!

[hookd]

types of people as birds.    bold: always applies. italic: sometimes applies.

i. sparrow.  innocence,  big dreamer,  waking up too early,  walking home, being afraid of meeting new people,  slim hands,  always cold,  reading a book under a tree,  the smell of the forest,  missing your home.

ii. eagle.  independent,  caring too much for others,  sharp looks,  walking down the city late at night,  the tallest and more spectacular building,  iron,  being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

iii. swift.  falling in love easily and heavily,  traveller,  the infinity of the bluest sky,  storms,  broken smiles,  forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones,  feeling out of place,  mistrusting people,  a fleeting romance.

iv. crow.  feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot,  prejudge,  tight hugs that leave you breathless,  a grey sky,  serenity,  intelligence,  being left behind,  chains,  smoke,  the pride of someone wise.

v. dove.  petals,  jealousy,  being tired of living with the same old faces,  whispered secrets,  marble,  sundresses,  white clothes,  the first sunset of winter,  pride in who you are,  learning to get over someone.

vi. seagull.  family,  golden light,  the sea murmuring in your ear,  summer afternoons,  caramel ice cream,  collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures,  living breezy and carefree,  swimming in sunlight.

vii. canary.  artistic,  getting excited easily,  dancing and singing while you are alone,  looking at your friends having fun,  no phone,  being afraid of judgement,  spring,  a meaningful gift,  the first ray of sunlight.

tagged by: stolen from: @loetise​ tagging: you!!

[publicabsent]

types of people as birds.  

            bold:  always  applies.   italic:   sometimes  applies.

i. sparrow.    innocence,  big dreamer,  waking up too early,  walking home, being afraid of meeting new people,  slim hands,  always cold,  reading a book under a tree,  the smell of the forest,  missing your home.

ii. eagle.    independent,  caring too much for others,  sharp looks,  walking down the city late at night,  the tallest & most spectacular building,  iron,  being single & okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

iii. swift.    falling in love easily & heavily,  traveller,  the infinity of the bluest sky,  storms,  broken smiles,  forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones,  feeling out of place,  mistrusting people,  a fleeting romance.

iv. crow.    feeling as if you have seen so much & as if you know a lot,  prejudge,  tight hugs that leave you breathless,  a grey sky,  serenity,  intelligence,  being left behind,  chains,  smoke,  the pride of someone wise.

v. dove.    petals,  jealousy,  being tired of living with the same old faces,  whispered secrets,  marble,  sundresses,  white clothes,  the first sunset of winter,  pride in who you are,  learning to get over someone.

vi. seagull.    family,  golden light,  the sea murmuring in your ear,  summer afternoons,  caramel ice cream,  collecting seashells & other things & calling them treasures,  living breezy & carefree,  swimming in sunlight.

vii. canary.    artistic,  getting excited easily,  dancing & singing while you are alone,  looking at your friends having fun,  no phone,  being afraid of judgement,  spring,  a meaningful gift,  the first ray of sunlight.

[captkillianjcnes]

the best of friends

@justmilah

“Wait for me! You have to wait for me!” he shouted, running after Liam, who was already several feet ahead of him. “Mama said you have to wait for me!” The sun was high overhead in the sky, and the sound of the sea could be heard, the docks not far away as Killian raced after his brother towards the marketplace. Mama had already left to go to the merchant’s house, but Killian had Liam to ‘entertain’ him, to keep him from growing too bored (or getting into too much trouble, according to his mother). Besides, they were meeting Milah, and it wasn’t Killian’s fault that his legs were a little shorter so he couldn’t run as fast as Liam (yet; one day he’d show his older brother and overtake Liam and then who would be laughing?) 

“Hurry up, little brother! Or I’m leaving you behind for good!” Liam called back as he laughed, and while Killian knew he was joking, he still ran even faster, as if there was a small part of him that actually thought Liam would leave and he’d not catch up to his older brother-- But they made it to the clearing right at the same time, which Killian knew was only because Liam let him, and he shot Liam a glare. “You let me,” he said, a pout forming briefly, until he heard footsteps and he turned, grinning. 

“Hi, Milah!” 

[hertzwritings]

Animal I’ve become

A/N: I PASSED MY EXAM, BABYYY! Well, one of many. I am however, dealing with severe exam-fatigue and stress-burnout, so my stuff is coming out, but it takes a while, because I need a bunch of breaks in between. I promise, I’m getting back into the groove of it, but it’s a lot when I’m so damn tired all the time.  

Also, also, I am a GIANT slut for Steve Rogers, and I’m not even sorry. I’m also not sorry that I have a thingTM for him as a DBF, because that trope does me in every time.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you whatever you want!

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Pairing: Dad’s best friend!Steve Rogers x female reader

Contains: Language, “we shouldn’t”-pining, age gap (Steve is around 40, reader is in her 20’s), Dad’s best friend-trope, mentions of alcohol, thigh riding, spitting, fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Dom!Steve (but in like a daddy!Dom way), slapping, cream pie and probably more  

W.C.: 5.300 (whoops)

 Animal I’ve become

He drew a deep breath and steadied himself before knocking on the door. He really shouldn’t be feeling like this.

In all honesty, he had tried his damnedest to avoid feeling anything towards Y/N, but it had gotten legitimately impossible over the last three years. She was his best friend’s daughter, very fucking off-limits, but… It was bad.

It wasn’t just any friend’s daughter, it was Bucky’s. Steve knew that Bucky would take several bullets for him – and likewise – and the idea of Steve thirsting after his daughter was all in all pretty bad. At first, he didn’t think much off her. She was, after all, still a kid in his eyes. A pretty one, yeah, sure, but she was young and innocent, and he saw her more and more – completely by happenstance, of course. He wasn’t being a weirdo, he just liked hanging out at Bucky’s place. Besides, they had always been close, and after Steve had introduced Bucky to Loes, it was kind of a given that Steve was just there.  

Steve saw Y/N grow up, go through life and, of course, saw an array of boyfriends coming and going, and something in him stirred. Bucky, Tony and Sam were his guys, his team, and he had known Y/N since she was brought into the world, but now? Oh, he felt something about her – she was kind, sweet and he felt comfortable in her company. In a very normal, non-romantic, or sexual way, of course. It just kind of spiraled from there, really. They had a kind of jovial and carefree relationship, before they were sent out again. He didn’t think too much about it when she hugged him goodbye, but in some way the scent of her perfume stuck in his nose. Then the letters started on their last mission. Bucky got one, and then Steve got one. The slanted handwriting was unfamiliar to him, but Bucky lit up in a grin, the desert heat already made his nose redder than a tomato. “She sent you one, huh?” He asked, waving his own letter. Steve swallowed thickly. “She only sends those to the ones, she likes. Sam, the bastard, never gets one.” Bucky laughed, when Sam shouted from a little ways away. “I’m still her favorite.” Steve didn’t mind their conversation at all, too focused on her handwriting and the news she brought from home. She told him the results of the recent game (Steve, I wish I understood what’s so fun about watching grown men run around, carrying an elongated ball) and her recent problems with her history teacher (honestly, he’s a dick. I know more about WW2 than he does), and he responded pretty quickly after that. Then it just became a monthly thing and had been ever since. He kept all the letters in his bait-box. When he visited for thanksgiving, he almost fell to his ass, when she greeted him. She had grown up. In a way, that made every cell in his body scream for him to just fucking take her, damned the consequences. He willed himself to contain the thoughts about burying himself deeply inside of her, and ever since then, Steve had a mighty hard time controlling himself around her.

It didn’t help that he moved onto the same street as Bucky, Loes and Y/N, when a house was up for rent and Loes innocently said it would do Steve good to get out of the city. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t do Steve any good moving closer to a very dangerous, off-limits and tabooed object of his desires.

When he - by complete accident – one late night saw Y/N fucking a lanky boy in a car with the windows slightly fogged up, he almost lost himself completely. The image of her bouncing on a cock, her eyes closed and her nipples pert, got him through many nights, and it made it hard for him to look her in the eyes.

And now, he was here, in front of their door on the way to Bucky’s birthday-party, that he insisted he held, despite hating birthdays (although Steve was sure it was Loes’ doing, because it meant baking for the boys, and that was always fun). And Y/N was going to be here.

Before he could do something stupid like turn around and go back home to sulk, the door opened to a smiling Y/N, and Steve had to remind himself that he was – theoretically – a good man, who would not do anything with Y/N, because she looked like a damn vision. She was wearing a dress, that made every single curve stand out. The white stood out against her skin and made him want to lick it, and she smelled like roses and summer. She was seriously dangerous. “Steve!” She hugged him, and he tensed for a brief moment, but didn’t have time to relax into the hug before she let go of him again. The scent of her shampoo clung to him. “Come on, they’re all in the yard. Don’t ask me why Uncle Tony and uncle Sam are wrestling, I don’t know.” He followed her and tried his hardest to look everywhere but her ass, which proved to be harder than he thought, when she dropped her phone and bent down to pick it up. That dress was dangerously short, and it would require nothing more than a gust of wind, to expose her fully. He bit back a groan. “Listen, I don’t know how long I’m staying…” He trailed off when she stilled, turned to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside the office – the door closest to them – and shut the door behind her. He swallowed thickly. “Steve, listen…” She sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but you’ve been off for a while. I feel like I’ve done something wrong, because you’re never here anymore and when you are, you leave so quickly.” She bit her lip. “Anyway, if it’s something I did, I’m sorry. Really. Don’t worry, I’m staying out of your way today, I’m on maid-duty.” She chuckled a little at that. “Oh, I, uhm…” How was he supposed to tell her that he saw her get railed hard in a car, by someone who clearly didn’t give her what she wanted, and the reason he wasn’t around, was because he was constantly imagining himself fucking her until she couldn’t see straight? “I, you didn’t really… You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve just been in my head.” She nodded but didn’t look like she believe him at all. “Alright.” She sounded unconvinced, and honestly, he couldn’t blame her. “Well, then…” She opened the door and smiled at him. “Have fun.”

 He loathed himself right now. Absolutely. He was barely paying attention to his friends, laughing and drinking – Sam had sent him a few strange looks, because Steve was normally a talkative guy, but at this moment, he couldn’t stop looking towards the house. It was a mess. The few glimpses of Y/N in the kitchen were sending jolts of energy through him, and even though he absolutely hated himself for it, his cock stirred with every new glimpse.

“Steve, what’s going on with you?” Sam asked, nudging his shoulder and handed him a fresh beer. “Not… Don’t worry about it, man, I’m doing good.” “Nah, Stevie has serious girl-troubles.” Steve almost choked on his beer and shot a pointed look towards Tony, who was grinning wildly at him. He had somehow managed to figure out that Steve was in turmoil, but not with who. “Oh, seriously? You’ve been out of the game since she who must not be named.” Sam piped up. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I’m not going to do anything about it, boys.” And he meant it. In his dreams, maybe, but he was not going to actually pursue her. “Why?” Bucky asked, settling down in the lawn chair next to him. Steve sighed. “She’s… She’s young.” “Oh?” Bucky leaned forward. “Young as in… Like thirty? Or young as in underage?” “Bro, Steve wouldn’t fuck around with a minor.” Sam whacked Bucky across the back of his head. “She’s mid-twenties.” He didn’t want to say more about it. “Well, that’s not half bad.” “Bad enough.” Steve took a gulp of his beer. Sam was getting glossy-eyed and spilled a little of his beer down his shirt. “I say… hick… Go for it.” Steve rolled his eyes. If only Bucky knew who Steve had his eyes on, because then he would not be telling him to go for it. He’d probably pull Steve’s arms off and stuff them up his ass. “Wait…” Sam’s eyes widened, and Steve’s heart almost fell out of his ass. Sam’s eyes shot from Steve to the window, where Y/N was visible through. “Sam, a word?” He spat out, praying to any God in existence that Sam could keep his damn, drunk mouth shut. He didn’t give Sam time to answer but pulled him to his feet and dragged him to a far-off corner of the yard.

“Dude.” Sam whispered. “Sam…” “You’re pining after Y/N?? The girl, you’ve known since she was a literal baby?” Sam spat. “I’m not…” “You’re sick. That’s sick. I’m going to be sick.” Sam frowned. “She used to call you uncle, dude.” “I know, Sam. Why do you think I’m staying away from her?” He groaned. “I’m trying my best here.” He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know what happened, seriously, and I’m keeping myself in check.” “Bro…” Sam looked at him with a small frown. “You need to seriously reconsider your position here. Buck’s going to flay you.” “… If he finds out.” “Don’t do that. Don’t leave a window open.” Sam snapped. “Get yourself under control, find someone your own age.” “Trying, Sam.” Steve mumbled and looked to the Bucky and Tony, who were singing loudly along to Barbie Girl. Sam sighed and clapped Steve’s shoulder before leaving Steve to himself.

It took him a solid ten minutes to start moving towards the guys again, but he was stopped halfway there by a voice. “Steve!” Loes poked her head out of the kitchen window. “Steve, I need your help, please!” He walked the distance in a few strides and met Loes with a smile. “What’s up?” “You’re not drunk, are you?” “Slightly.” She cocked an eyebrow. “On a scale from me to Tony, how drunk are you?” Steve turned to look at Tony, who was currently trying to give a very disgruntled Sam a lap-dance to the wonderful sounds of Simple Man. Weird choice. “Okay, maybe more in your area.” “Great, can we borrow you for a few minutes?” She asked. “Sure.” He went inside and frowned slightly at the look in Loes eyes. She looked like she was brewing a plan, and that look never made him feel good. The last time she wore that look, he ended up in a corset, at a karaoke-bar and a blind date. “So… You know we’re trying to make Y/N’s old room into a library, right?” Yes…?” She looked up the stairs. “Well, we’ve hit a standstill. And you’re pretty strong…” “Oh no, am I building something? It’s Buck’s birthday.” “Not building, just holding. Please, I promised I’d bring out eclairs.” She pouted and he groaned. “Fine. I just...?” He pointed up the stairs and she nodded. “You’re golden. Thank you! Y/N is up there, it won’t take a long time, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah, the last time you said that I had to wait three hours for you and Bucky to leave the bedroom.” She just winked at him.

 “Y/N, I’m…” He trailed off when he saw her. It was entirely unfair. She had swapped her dress for a pair of loose, short shorts and a tank top that hid absolutely nothing. “Oh, thank God. Can you come here?” When he could finally see anything but her body, he noticed her arms quivering under the wait of the bookshelf she was holding up. “I was trying to screw this hole, but it just won’t go in from this direction, and Lo had to help dad…” He swallowed thickly at her doubled words. “Uh… Yeah, I’m, uh… Where do you want me?” She shimmied a little, but couldn’t let go of the bookshelf, so he moved to stand behind her and prop the damn thing up, so she could reach whatever hole she needed. Her old bed was still in here, and the room was pretty much in disarray beyond that – boxes and things were littered around the room, and it looked like a bigger project than he had expected such a small room to be. “Alright, I got it.” He mumbled, trying not to focused too much on how close she was to him. “Thank you, okay, I just need…” and then she bent over, pushing her ass against his groin. Fuck. He did his best to contain it, but when she shuffled on her feet, it moved against him, and a groan slipped past him. “Sorry, did I hit you with the screwdriver?” She asked, looking back at him. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. That was not what he needed to see right now. Lewd images ran across his brain and imprinted themselves. “No, I just… Please, for the love of God, finish this or stop moving so damn much.” And with that, his cock twitched against his jeans. He had a small hope that she didn’t notice, but she shot up and turned to face him. “Are you… Hard?” she whispered. Her eyes flickered down and back to his face. “Oh.” “Well… You were… And you’re wearing… Just, let’s get this done, please?” His face felt warm. “But… Why?” She asked innocently, but something in her eyes shined. It was this fucking magnetic pull, and they were both completely lost to it. She inched a little closer. “Don’t do this.” He pleaded. “Seriously, I’ve been having a hard enough time just being near you, I can’t fucking do this.” “Do what?” she bit her damned lip, and he lost control, pushing the bookshelf to stand and wrapped his arms around her waist in a single move, before lifting her from the ground and pushed her against the closed door. “Do you have any fucking idea, what you do to me? Watching those boys come in and out of your house, sometimes your window, knowing what you did?” She swallowed thickly and her legs wrapped around him. “Oh? What, Steve, you want to be the one coming in and out of my window at night?” She didn’t even question how he knew it. “I shouldn’t.” “That’s not an answer.” “Y/N, what the…” He gently put her down on the ground and backed away. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was hard thinking straight. “We can’t be doing this. You shouldn’t want to do this.” He said softly. “What if I do, huh?” She asked, stepping closer to him. “Maybe I want you.” “I’m double your age. I…” “If you’re going to say that you are old enough to be my dad, I’m going to smack you. That’s a cliché.” He rolled his eyes. “Cliché or not, it’s the truth.” “Have you considered the fact that I’m actually a legal adult?” She stepped closer again and he stepped back, his calves hitting her bed. “Listen, if my dad can find someone half his age, what’s the problem of me doing it the other way around?” “The problem is that Buck is like family. You’re family, okay? This is so wrong, I should go.” He sidestepped, but stopped dead in his tracks when she whined, and he turned to face her. “Please, don’t go, Steve…” She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Don’t give me that fucking look.” “What look?” She asked, licking her lips. “Like you want to have my cock in your mouth.” “Maybe I do.” She whispered back, and he was going to hell, because he could not stop looking at the goddamned strap on her shoulder, that was slowly inching down her shoulder. “Baby, you need to stop right now.” “Why?” His eyes moved to her face, and his willpower was fading quickly. “Because if you don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked. “I’d prefer your worst.” Well, then.

He was on her in seconds, his fingers wrapping around the strap of her top; her lips were so fucking close, so close, that he could practically taste them. “Baby girl, you don’t know what you’re asking.” “I think I do.” Her fingers drew lines on his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Yeah? What are you asking?” He was treading dangerous waters, and he knew it. If Bucky found out, he was a dead man. “I’m asking you to fuck me, Steve.” She was looking into his eyes without abandon. Well, if he was going to hell, he might as well have fun on the way.

His lips found hers and it was electrifying. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body practically melting into him. His fingers were burning imprints into her skin, where the tank top had risen a little, and the feeling of her skin against him, almost made him lose control completely.

It wasn’t until her hand moved between their bodies, inching down to his hard cock, straining against his jeans, that he realized what he was doing. He pulled away with a choked gasp, as if it caused him physical pain to do – which, to be fair, it almost did – and held her at arm’s length, panting. Her eyes were darkened and hooded with lust. “What, Steve?” “I… We can’t be doing this. We shouldn’t, I… I, uh, fuck… I should go.” He gulped. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, Steve… You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” She asked, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. “We can’t, Y/N. I… This is so fucking wrong, you have no idea.” “I have a very clear idea, actually. You’re not the only one with shit on the line here.” “Y/N…” She slowly moved closer to him, and he didn’t have the willpower to draw back again. “Steve… Tell me right now that you haven’t thought about it.” She stepped close enough for their chests to touch and her fingers found some of the hair in the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me. I know you saw me that night with Adam in the car, didn’t you?” He swallowed thickly. “Did you go home and think of me? Think of filling my tight, little pussy with your cock?” She whispered. He was uncomfortably hard. “Taking me and showing me how a real man feels?” He nodded. “I’ve watched you too, you know. Whenever you had dates over… I’ve heard them scream your name and walk out on shaky legs.” She swallowed thickly. “So…. Tell me right now, that you don’t want me, that you’ve never wanted me, and I’ll stop.” “I can’t.” “Then stop thinking and do it.” Her lips found his again, and he lost it. There wasn’t any way on this earth, that he’d be able to run back from her, turn from this. “Fuck, we gotta be quiet and fast, got it?” He mumbled, lifting her, and pushing her onto the bed. “Yeah.” She was not really here to talk but busied herself pulling her clothes off. “Fucking hell, Y/N…” He practically moaned as she stripped, throwing her clothes to the floor. “Why are you still dressed?” She asked, now fully naked. He couldn’t think – her body was everything, all he could see and think about. Her body was perfection to him. He snapped out of it when she chuckled a little, and he stripped down faster than anything he had ever done, his cock bouncing slightly when his boxers fell. She licked her lips and her eyes zeroed in on his hard, throbbing cock. “Steve, get over here right now.” “Little girl, don’t start bossing me around now.” He said with a smirk, watching her chest heaving. She whimpered when he slowly crawled on top of her, spreading her legs with his knee. “You’re going to behave, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me?” Where the confidence came from, he didn’t know, but the way she reacted was more than enough for him to keep going. She whined and rolled her hips, her fingers grabbing a tight hold on the back of his neck. “Kiss me.” She tried pulling him to her lips, but he tutted. “Ask nicely, baby.” He let his fingers wander to her inner thigh, dragging against them with slight pressure; it was enough for her to gasp, and he inched higher, chuckling darkly when he reached her core. “Oh, baby, so wet already, huh?” He hissed when his fingers made contact with her soaking folds. “So wet for me, aren’t you? Want me in you, baby?” he asked as his fingers slowly sunk into her; he was a knuckle deep with two fingers, and she was already squirming around him, her breathing shallow and small whimpers falling from her lips. “Please… Oh my God, please, I’m… Fuck!” He chuckled again, slowly moving in and out of her. “What do you want, baby?” he asked. He knew he was torturing her, and he was probably dragging this out for way too long, considering where they were, but it was so fucking good to feel her like this. “Just… Fuck me!” She whimpered again and he felt her tighten around his fingers. “Baby, I need to warm you up first, I can’t…” She moaned when his fingers twisted. “I don’t care, just take me, please!” “Baby…” She whimpered again and it was truly the most beautiful sound he ever heard. “Fuck, okay… Hold your hand out.” She looked at him questioningly and he removed his fingers and slapped her across the face. The sound that came from her would in normal circumstances be enough to make him cum right then and there. “Yes, sir.” She whispered, when she found her voice, and held her hand out, palm up, to him. He spat into it, and she shuddered in pleasure as it hit her palm. He would store that for later. “Grab my cock, baby girl. Stroke me nice and slow for a minute.” She nodded and he shuffled around, so he was on his back with her straddling his thighs, her soaking pussy hitting the skin – she moaned and rolled her hips, pressing down against his thigh as her wet palm connected with his throbbing cock, holding it tightly and began to stroke it, while she grinded against his thigh. “Oh, my baby likes to ride my thigh, huh? Want to… Fuck…” She tightened her grip and began to twist her hand slowly, as she moved her small hand up and down. “Want to cum on my thigh, baby?” He grunted and tensed his leg, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh my God, yes… Fuck, you’re so big, holy shit…” she moved faster, her hips snapping to relieve some of the ache, soaking his leg with her wetness, pumping his cock as fast as she could. She moaned and her hips stuttered in their movements for a breath, before she gasped and ground down hard, stopping her movements with her hand. She was shaking, and he grabbed her hips, guiding her back and forth on his thigh to let her ride it out. She was moaning loudly, and he removed his right hand from her hip to clasp it over her mouth. “Stay fucking quiet, or I’ll stuff your mouth so full, you won’t be talking for days.” He threatened and felt her lips turn up in a smile. “Oh, you’re a fucking slut, baby.” His grip on her tightened and removed his hand from her lips slowly, grabbing her hips again and slowly guided her to his hard cock – it was leaking precum and the thought of pumping her full, fucking breeding her, make everyone see who she belonged to, flashed before him and it broke him. With a roar, he flipped them and lined himself up with her dripping pussy, stopping right before he entered her completely. “You sure about this? If we do this, there’s no going back.” She rolled her eyes, that fucking brat, and smirked up at him. “Baby, if you don’t get inside me, I’ll scream so loud, my dad…” She cut off with a loud moan when he entered her in one fell, thrust.

It was fucking heaven to be inside of her. She was so tight and wet, he was close to shooting his load right then and there, and he had to contain himself from just fucking her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to use her legs. “Steve…” She moaned his name like a fucking prayer. “I’m not going to break. Just fuck me.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

He pulled out, almost all the way, before snapping his hips and burying himself deeply inside of her. She screamed, but he slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and began fucking her relentlessly. If he thought it felt good to be inside of her with his fingers, this was heaven. She was tight, wet, and warm, and his cock dragged against her walls perfectly – her body shivered, and she clenched slightly around him as he sped up his movements and she moaned behind his hand. “Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby… You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” She nodded furiously and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “I’ve wanted to be buried in you for years, Y/N… Fuck…” He moaned as well and bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself from getting too loud. He felt her twitch and clench around his cock, and he grinned down at her. “Oh, is my good, little slut going to cum, huh? You think you can keep quiet, baby? I need you to… shit… Fuck, I need to feel you cum around me, make a mess out of me, baby…” She moaned behind his hand again, and despite his better judgement, he removed the hand, holding her hips and angling himself deeper. She whimpered and a string of moans mixed with his name fell from her lips before her head lolled back and her jaw went slack. He spat in her mouth, and she whined in pleasure and came so fucking hard, he could practically feel her vibrating. “Atta girl…” He mumbled and kissed, licked, and bit down on her exposed neck. She was clenching him so hard, he could barely move, and he felt her gush wetness around him. “Fuck, that’s so hot… Shit, look at you, baby… Look at how well you’re taking me…” He grunted and let her ride it out, before he stilled and flipped them over, so she was straddling him – her nails dug into his chest, leaving indents from her nails on his skin. “Take what you want, Y/N.” She opened her eyes and looked down at him, before she leaned forwards and kissed him deeply, slowly beginning to move her hips; she was moving in circles for a little bit, and then began bouncing on his cock – it felt entirely too good like this. “Shit, baby…” He moaned. “You’re going to make me cum like this…” Her hips stuttered for a moment, before she sped up and he let his hands rest on her hips. “Is that what you want? Want me to fill you… Pump you full of my cum, breed you?” She cursed and moaned, and he began to furiously move her hips – she barely weighed anything to him, and he easily moved her up and down his cock, chasing his high as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. “Let the world see who you belong to?” He mumbled, freeing a hand to play with her nipples. She moaned loudly and wetness gushed around him, the sounds of her wet folds meeting his skin filling them room and his ears; it was the single most amazing sound, he had ever heard. “Yes… St-Steve, yes! Fucking…” She moaned. “Use me… U-use me like your litt… Little fuckdoll… Please, fill me… I want you to f-fill me, please…” She mumbled and he felt her clench again. He should care if she was on birth control, he should care that he was fucking his best friend’s daughter in their house, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. “Good girl, cum with me…” He mumbled and placed his feet firmly on the mattress to gain more leverage. He was close too, and when he sped up, holding her firmly in place with his hands, she screamed soundlessly and came wildly around him; her pussy clenched him and held him deeply, milking him for all he had. He came with a roar, pumping rope after rope of his hot cum inside of her, painting her walls white. He could feel it drip out along the side of his cock and he almost came again just by the thought of it. “Fuck, baby…” He finally spoke after a few minutes. She had folded over him, her face resting against his shoulder, her perked nipples brushing his naked chest every time she breathed. “Fuck indeed.” She whispered. He gently moved her off of him – they both hissed when he slipped out of her – and laid her down next to him, holding her tightly. “Steve…” She mumbled his name while her fingers drew circles on his chest. “I meant it. I’ve wanted this for a while.” “I know, baby. You didn’t think you were a good enough actor as a teen to hide your crush on me, did you?” He felt her cheeks heat up. “I knew, honey.” “So… What now?” She asked. “Now?” He kissed her forehead. “Now, I get dressed, I go say goodbye to your drunk father and your sweetheart of a stepmother, and leave.” “But…” He shushed her when she began protesting. “Let me finish.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll drive around the corner and wait. You’re going to say goodbye to your family and kiss them on the cheek with that filthy mouth of yours, and then you’ll come to meet me.” He lifted her face by her chin. She whimpered a little. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, get on the back of my motorcycle and come home with me.” “Oh, am I?” “Yes, you are. You’re going to let me eat you out until you can’t fucking speak, and then I want to see what your mouth can do.” He kissed her lazily. “And then… I want to use you until the sun comes up, mark you up. Make sure nobody tries anything with my girl.” “What about my dad?” He sighed. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” She nodded. “Besides, I have a sneaky suspicion that Loes might already know. She gave me the Look.” “Oh… Yeah, no, she knows then.” He laughed and get up to get dressed.

When he was fully dressed, he leaned back down over her and kissed her deeply. “I’m expecting you on the corner of the street in exactly 20 minutes, got it?” She grinned. “Got it, captain.”

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[baxndaid]

#POSSESSIVE

characters; VENTI, SCARAMOUCHE, CHONGYUN, ITTO, THOMA

prompt; scale from 1-10, how possessive are they?

notes/warnings; toxic relationship, scaramouche >:( crack and yea

ik its a strange selection of characters, but they are my favourites and i love them okay stfu

i . scaramouche ( 10 /✦/ 10 — ) .

did you really expect anything less⁉⁉ this mf is ALWAYS eyeing you whenever you talk to somebody. like, anybody. whether its childe, or la signora, or even a random recruit, he makes sure to curse them in his head, and if their a lower rank, he threatens them when your not looking. he always has to hold something of yours, whether its your hand, your sleeves, your waist, your wrist (his personal favourite) he just gotta do it, he loves feeling in control, guiding and telling you where to go and when to go. also, he is the definition of "you are the most jealous man i know." "you know other men?"

♡

ii . chongyun ( 10 /✦/ 6 — ) .

chongyun definitely gets somewhat possessive, but he wont do much about it. much like scaramouche, he would curse the hell out of anybody who seemed interested in you in his head, giving them icy cold glares as he walked away with you. he cant exactly handle physical touch as he gets warm quite easily, and when he does get hot/gets a fever, it gets worse. hes suddenly loud and chaotic, exclaiming and shouting to everybody around him that your his, and theres nothing you can do about it.

♡

iii . thoma ( 10 /✦/ 4 — ) .

baby boy thoma is too innocent and precious to even think of being possessive over you, he understands your boundaries and wants to respect them, but sometimes he cant help but get jealous whenever you spend time with his master, ayato. he doesnt resent ayato, of course not! but sometimes, he does deliberately put something that sir ayato is allergic to inside his food, just so he gets the warning. isnt he thoughtful!

♡

iv . itto ( 10 /✦/ 2 — ) .

itto is too carefree and unbothered to be possessive at all, hes a bro at heart! he treats you fairly as long as you do the same, and will never cross your boundaries. well, most of the time. hes protective and always stands up for you, and he always makes sure that the streets of inazuma are safe for you to cross, just for you and his gang!

♡

v . venti ( 10 /✦/ 9 — ) .

isnt it ironic that the god of freedom doesnt give you any free will? its almost laughable. whenever you talk to another man, you can feel the wind pick up pace, slowly turning into a storm, channelling barbatos' anger. no, for you, mondstat is not a kingdom of freedom, it is another cage. his piecing eyes will always be there, even when you sleep you can feel his stare lingering on your body. the worst part is, he acts like everything is normal and carefree whenever you see each other in person. hes just a regular bard, after all.

NAVIGATION ♡

[pattonsfam-ily]

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[snowbytes]

quiet worship

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18+, minors dni

reader ; amab terminology + anatomy (mostly gn)

character(s) ; takashi mitsuya

tags ; morning sex, fluff and smut, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, multiple rounds, cockwarming

wc ; 1.8k

summary ; you and mitsuya have an entire morning to yourself, and he decides he wants to spend it spoiling you

a/n ; I believe in long hair mitsuya supremacy !!

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"Mmm.. good morning, y/n…"

Your partner's voice is deep and gravelly, still laden with sleep and coming from right behind your head. Shifting in his arms, you feel him hug you tighter and bury his face in your hair. You slowly open your eyes to sunbeams streaming into your room through the half-drawn curtains, and blink lazily to clear the drowsy haze from your eyes.

"Mnh, good morning, Takashi," You reply, snuggling closer into his warm embrace. The first thing you register is the sensation of his soft, smooth skin pressing against your exposed back. He was radiating a gentle heat, and you took special note of the way his breath sent vibrations through your skin and gave you goosebumps. His heartbeat was a steady thump in his chest, and you stayed there for a minute, basking in the quiet warmth of your shared bedroom. Warm, affectionate emotions swirled around in your head, making your chest twinge and filling your entire body with a pleasantly feverish tingle. But when you tried to put words to your thoughts, all that came up was…

"I love you, a lot. Did ya know that?" Your voice was barely above a hum, not wanting to break the blanket of silence that permeated the room. He made a contented noise in response, pushing his face past your hair to give you a few open-mouthed kisses on your neck. You shivered a little at the sensation, letting out a pleased groan when his lips latched onto a particularly sensitive spot that he always liked to give special attention to.

"What are you doing, babe?" There was a teasing undertone in your voice, the corners of your mouth quirking up into a soft grin at his early morning antics. You wiggled your hips a little bit to get more comfortable, and to your surprise, you felt the telltale press of his morning wood against the plushness of your ass.

"I just can't keep my hands off you for too long," He sighed, shifting to lay on top of you and pushing you onto your stomach gently. His hands untangled themselves from around you and found their place on your chest, where he gently pushed and rubbed at your nipples, teasing them to full hardness within a couple of seconds. But he didn't stay there long, instead letting his hands roam your torso slowly.

"Ah, Takashi… Feels good…" You mumbled and pushed into his touch, gasping quietly and squirming when he ran his fingers over your sensitive v line and hips. The way he traced your skin with his hands was almost reverent, his eyes transfixed by the subtle flex of your soft body under his ministrations. So pretty, he thought to himself. A wave of heady arousal washed over him when he realized you were panting softly, and letting out small whines with each one of his delicate touches.

"You're perfect, every single inch of you." One of his hands rested on your chest, and the other made its way under the waistband of your underwear, palming and rubbing you gently. You felt your underwear grow slightly damp with beads of precum, already hard from his earlier teasing. Every slow stroke had your head reeling, slipping further into tingly, carefree bliss.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, thrusting lazily against his palm while he whispered both lewd and innocent praises against your skin like a quiet prayer. Such beautiful noises, so pliant for him, so good. All you could do was whimper and push yourself impossibly closer into his grasp as he showered you with sweet nothings and lit your nerves on fire with nothing but his warm, slightly calloused palms.

You could have stayed like that forever and yourself in the steady pull of his hands, but you had different plans. Your mind flitted to the fact that his dick was still untouched, other than that brief brush before he started touching you.

So you gently shook him off of you and grabbed the lube, getting to work stretching yourself out and prepping your hole for him. You saw that he was watching you fuck yourself shallowly on your fingers with lust blown eyes, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Underwear off, Takashi~" You murmured playfully, drawing in a stuttering breath and whining quietly as your fingers brushed against your sweet spot. A jolting zing traveled up your spine, joined by a complementary rush of desire as you watched Mitsuya take off his boxers to expose his pretty, pierced cock to the open air. His body was going to be the death of you someday, you decided. As you worked a second finger in, your eyes traveled hungrily over all the ridges and curves of his body, absorbing the sight of his perfectly chiseled abs and pecs like now was the last time you would ever see it.

Once you were done stretching yourself, you settled down on his thighs, coating your hand and his cock in lube. Your motions that you were using to slick him up had him crying out and bucking into your hand, but you didn't give him time to adjust to it, instead burying the left half of your face in the pillows and propping your ass up in what you knew was one of his favorite positions. He always looked so beautiful draped over your back, pounding into your ass from behind with his long lavender hair hanging down and tickling the back of your neck. Today was no different, the sunbeams streaming in the window were filtering through the lightened strands and making your lover's face glow with ethereal light. When he relaxed against your back and slid inside of you, he groaned loudly, savoring your tight heat while you adjusted to the slight burning stretch. He circled his hips in place slowly to relieve the aching in his neglected cock, hissing through his teeth at the feeling of his length rubbing against your gummy walls.

"That's it, baby, right there. Ngh-" You clenched hard around him when his piercing brushed against your sweet spot at just the right angle, which had him seeing stars. He bucked into you involuntarily, shoving your face further into the mattress. Then, the coil in his stomach unwound with a quick snap.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, y/n, I'm so sorry," He cried out, as he shoved his cock deep inside of your ass and spilled his load. He doubled over and buried his face in your shoulder, panting and whining loudly into your ear. He was also apologizing profusely to you in between moans, shivering weakly against your back while he rode out the aftershocks of his premature climax.

"You felt so good, I didn't mean to…" He stuttered, hot breath fanning over your neck. He cut himself off, instead pressing chaste kisses to your neck and groaning against your skin with every short thrust of his hips. His early orgasm was a consequence of ignoring himself for so long, his unintentional edging having upped his sensitivity and made every touch feel like too much.

"No, Takashi, that was- hnn- hot," You wiggled around on his softening cock and clenched, milking him for a few more spurts of his pleasantly warm cum. His fucked out whimpers were sending sparks straight to your groin, and you grabbed one of his wrists to guide his hand to your now painfully hard erection. Once his fingers wrapped around your dick, he started stroking you at a decent pace, alternating rubbing your shaft, fondling your balls, and playing with the head. His touches were driving you wild, making your body shake and your muscles tense rhythmically. Everything in Mitsuya's body was burning, pulling pained whines from his chest every time you shifted. The overstimulation was threatening to overwhelm him, but he fought through the sensation, his teeth gritting to help steel himself against the waves of violent shivering that permeated his entire body. But it wasn't long before the sensation evened back out into pleasure, though, and his dick was slowly hardening again where it was still buried inside.

"A-Ah- fuck, y/n, can I..?" He didn't even finish his question, opting instead to wrap his arms around your stomach and thrust into you shallowly. You felt the cum and lube mixture in your ass squelch around, coating your insides further as his cock dragged against your walls. His chest was flush against your back, face still buried in the crook of your shoulder and letting out shameless moans whose vibrations made you shudder in delight.

"Ngh, baby, fuck, I want more," You pleaded, the idea of him climaxing twice inside of you filling your body with a dark desire that had you desperately pushing yourself back on his cock to meet his thrusts. You lowered your ass a little and the new angle had your vision blurring, mouth hanging open and pleased gasps falling from your lips every time the smooth metal of his prince albert piercing rubbed against your bundle of nerves.

You felt that familiar tightening sensation in the pit of your stomach beginning to build, and you managed to choke out a warning of your approaching orgasm in between your whines.

"Close, faster, fuck!" you chanted, and he obliged, picking up the pace and slamming into you with wild abandon.

"Hold on just a bit longer, ah-" He punctuated his sentence by biting your neck gently, muffling his moans in the delicate and sensitive skin on your throat. His thrusts slowly lost their rhythm and became erratic, signaling that he was also close to cumming. A few more thrusts and he fell over the edge, pumping you with a second load of his cum and filling up your ass to the brim. You soon followed, the feeling of his dick twitching and pulsing inside of you sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your vision temporarily went white, and you vaguely felt your legs give out when your partner collapsed with his full weight on top of you. You couldn't say you wanted to complain, though, his weight on top of you grounding you and making you feel safe as you rode out your high underneath him.

"Mm… wanna stay like this for a bit?" He mumbled, voice low and slightly scratchy from his earlier vocalizations. You didn't respond immediately, instead squirming around to get comfortable in his arms and nuzzling your cheek against his.

"Mnn, yeah… wanna keep all of you inside of me for a bit. Makes me feel warm." Mitsuya just groaned appreciatively, rubbing his nose and lips against whatever parts of your face and neck he could reach.

He's acting like a cat… how cute, You thought.

And that's how you stayed for the rest of the morning, tangled in his arms, with his softened erection buried to the hilt inside you and keeping you comfortably full.

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@sinfulaphrodixiac hands you some mitsuya filth

[raeynbowboi]

Cartoon Comparison: Craig of the Creek

Honestly, I really like the idea behind Craig of the Creek. The idea of kids basically making their own society by the creek is really fun and imaginative, especially when there’s basically a friend group for every hobby and interest. While I’m grown now, it’s not hard to imagine if I’d seen this as a kid, it would have been fun trying to figure out which group of kids I might have hung out with. The tone is really relaxing and cute, but I love the use of unreliable narrators because in some of the best episodes, it creates really great uses of misunderstandings to create two different stories. A perfect example is “Doorway to Helen.” Craig finds his math homework done by a girl who writes in cursive and who he never meets face-to-face. She talks of the creek as always deserted, and has a special place that’s warm when she’s there, but is cold when Craig and his friends go. It’s clear to an adult watching that Helen is homeschooled, and goes to the creek while the other kids are in school, thus why it’s abandoned. But Craig and his friends believe that Helen is in another dimension. So, the story is set up where a child watching likely things the same thing, that Helen lives in another dimension, but can come back to the show years later, and realize Helen never lived in another dimension, she was just homeschooled. That sense of whimsy and innocence, coupled with the idea of playing as whoever you want to be makes Craig of the Creek really smart as a cartoon.

ED, EDD, ‘N’ EDDY

I don’t know how many (if any) of my followers are younger, but if you grew up on Craig of the Creek and want to watch similar shows, one good starting place is Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy, a Cartoon Network cartoon that ran for 6 seasons from 1999 - 2009. The show starred the Eds, three young boys with the same name, Ed, Eddward, and Eddy. Like Craig of the Creek, the Eds are imaginative and creative, building elaborate sets, props, and even entire cities. The tone is different, much more of a whacky slap-stick style that thrives of surreal humor. Adults are rarely seen in the show, making the Cul-de-Sac kids feel like their own society, free from the demands of parents and school. Most of the series takes place in the summer, with the kids going back to school only in the later seasons. The Eds are more antagonistic, as they are constantly trying to scam the other kids out of their allowances, so they frequently get their comeuppance. But it’s still entertaining to see what crazy thing the Eds will try next to get money for candy.

CODENAME: KIDS NEXT DOOR 

Whereas Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy matches Craig of the Creek’s carefree days outside of school vibe, KND leans heavily on the society of children angle. It aired on Cartoon Network from 2002 - 2008 for 6 seasons. The comedic action adventure series stars Sector V of the Kids Next Door, a secret organization of child agents who work together to combat the tyranny of adults and the teens who side with them. The show features whimsical inventions like sticking a pepper in a jar, taping it to a hairdryer, and somehow turning it into a heat ray, or turning a bottle of mustard into a gun. If you liked the trading tree or all the side groups and the little societies they made, then KND will likely scratch that same itch, though KND only has the one gimmick as a secret organization of child super spies. Sector V has 5 main characters: Numbuh 1: Nigel Uno, Numbuh 2: Hoagie Gilligan, Numbuh 3: Cookie Sunbun, Numbuh 4: Wallaby Beetle, and Numbuh 5: Abigail Lincoln. Craig of the Creek is very diverse, and similarly, all five of the main characters are the children of immigrants. Numbuh 1 is British-American, Numbuh 2 is German-American, Numbuh 3 is Japanese-American, Numbuh 4 is Australlian-American, and Numbuh 5 is African-American. They have a number of memorable villains, including Mr. Boss, Grandma Stuffem, Captain Stickybeard, The Cat Lady, The Common Cold, Father, and the traitorous Delightful Children From Down the Lane, a group of kids who conspire with the adults and brown nose them for favoritism. Compared to the other two shows, this one has the deepest plot, as Craig of the Creek and Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy are more episodic, while KND has a larger story at play. It’s not as serialized as modern cartoons, but there’s still a progressing story in KND that the other two don’t have.

Likewise, if you’re one of my older followers, and grew up watching Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy or Codename: Kids Next Door, you should give Craig of the Creek a chance, I think you’ll like it. It’s not as absurd as Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy, but it’s just as imaginative, and has a similar spirit to the show’s atittude toward school and parents. It doesn’t focus on one gimmick as much as KND, but it’s also kind of cool seeing all of the unique societies that use the creek as their playing grounds. All three shows are available on HBO Max if this piqued your interest in any of these shows, or you just want to relive a childhood classic.