#x reader stories

[graysnetwork]

dryhump!ng n lazy makeouts with keegan pls??

AHH I love ur idea annon🫶🫶🫶

Hopefully you like it bb

Warnings— dry humping, names (ex:baby), suggested afab reader, kinda sub Keegan???

Summary— (request)— keegan humps you while you relax on the couch, because there no way you’d let his fine ass leave with that nice black shirt and gray sweatpants, especially when you could make his cheeks go red… and his cock too.

RED

“C’mon baby” Keegan muttered in between kisses, the two of you were on the couch, both fully clothed. You’d be a dumbass if you let him walk around in that nice black shirt that accentuates his body way to well.

He held your hips, his grip was so tight it could form bruises if you didn’t have some pants on, the way he rubbed up against you was heavenly, his hard cock in his gray sweatpants just made it all so much better. You could see the imprint and tent in his pants, and the now forming spot in the crotch of his sweats, his precum smeared on.

The way he grinds on you makes your mind go hazy, he wants nothing more than to pull those pants of your off and place his cock in between your thighs.

But he continued on with his humping as you told him to cum in his pants before he could feel you.

Keegan leaned in and kissed you again, his kisses were always so passionate, as he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it lightly as his hips stuttered for a few moments before going back to its steady pace as his lips went red from making out with you.

“mm..m’gonna come” Keegan moaned as his cock rubbed up against your clit, giving you the friction you craved. Your moans and whimpers only made his brain go to mush, nothing in the world was better than this, nothing could compare to the feeling of this, the noises you made.

Your hips lifted meeting his every movement, it only made it better, he moaned loudly as he tucked his face into your neck, his forehead felt sweaty as it brushed up against your shoulder.

“mmm..” he groaned, as he looked up and kissed you again, he pulled away slowly, before leaning back in, his tongue brushing against yours as he kissed you, he pulled away again, and you watched as his brows scrunch up, his cheeks going more red then they already are.

“Baby..” he moaned as his hips moved erratically, finally feeling his high approaching, his finger circled around your clit as he tried to get you close with him so you could feel the same euphoria he knew he was about to experience.

“Keegan-” you moaned, your hips bucked as you came in your panties as he came in his own boxers, his sweats lowered more with his movements, revealing the band.

He stopped for a few moments moaning into your ear as his face stuffed into the pillow. “Y/n..” he whined, he kissed your earlobe gently. Keegan hovered over you again; looking at you with pleading eyes for permission to finally pull all your guy’s clothes off, and fuck you right then and there

“Sure handsome” you nodded, the both of you panted as he hurried to pull your pants off along with your panties, your hands tugged his Calvin Kleins down, revealing his pretty red cock.

[innerwomen]

Is the reason good enough?

Paring: Son!Damien Wayne x (female) Reader

SUMMARY: You have to pick up Damien from school for another fight, when you get home, you and Bruce have a ‘discussion’ with Damien about his attitude.

TYPE: angsty?

WARNINGS: a kid got pummeled…by your son. It’s Damien, come on.

“Damien! This is the third time this month, and it’s the twelfth. Your behavior is unacceptable.” You say from the driver seat of your Audi. In the back, sitting in the middle was your youngest and most violent son, Damien.

“Mother, believe me when I say, my intentions were to kill him, not a broken nose.” He spoke in defense, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you through the rearview mirror. You had just picked him up from school after receiving a call from the Headmaster that he got into a fight.

“His parents want to sue us, but that’s not even the real issue, your attitude is! I can’t keep having this discussion with you.” You were mentally exhausted from having the same conversation that turned into an argument with Damien. No matter what you or your husband, Bruce, did, nothing worked.

“I am in agreement, cease the attempts to change me and we will no longer need these conversations. They spoke illy about my family, I will not tolerate such behavior from an imbecile, or anyone for that matter.”

Damien, though only twelve had a better vocabulary than most grown adults, yet he didn’t perceive the consequences for his action as some adults do. And when you’re angry his vocabulary sometime just makes you madder because it sounds like he’s sassing you.

You sigh, “Damien, it’s still not okay to hurt someone just because what they said made you mad. You need to learn not to let what people say get to you.”

“I was defending my families honor, if you heard the things he said about our family, about you, you would have done the same, Mother.”

You pull up to the Manors drive way, and you and Damien make your way inside. Bruce was waiting in the living room arms crossed, he had also gotten the call. “Damien I make good on my promises, I told you if you kept getting into fights you would be on your way to a boarding school.”

“It can’t be called a fight, since he never got to throw a punch. It was a beating.” Damien spoke in his, matter-of-fact voice that everyone knew ticked Bruce. “And I will state this again, I was defending your honor! Does that mean nothing to you?”

You see Bruce pinch the bridge of his nose, he was trying to be calm and collected. “I don’t care what it was for, you can’t go around beating people. You just can’t!”

“Well maybe, if people didn’t talk about what they had no right to speak about, people wouldn’t be getting broken noses and shattered teeth! They had it coming.” Damien matched Bruce’s tone and level of voice.

“You have it coming.” Bruce spoke sternly, “Up to your room. I don’t want to see your eyes on a book, your body training, or your hand on a katana. Your grounded. No patrols until you get your act together!” For some parent’s grounding means taking away the child’s phone, t.v. or not allowing them to go out with friends. Damien didn’t care about any of those things, so Bruce custom made his groundings for him.

“If this is the treatment I get for making sure that no one taints my families name, I won’t do it again!” He spoke as you stormed to his room.

When you finally heard the door to his room slam shut you whispered, “….Yeah, he’ll definitely do it again.”

Bruce collapses onto the couch, sighing as he closes his eyes and leans his head back. “Y/n… what am I going to do with him? He doesn’t comprehend the fact he just can’t beat people up.”

“In his defense, he not senselessly beating kids. He had a reason.”

Bruce lifts his head and looks at you brow raised in disbelief, “Are you serious right now, honey? He always has a reason, that doesn’t mean the reason is a good one.”

”I’m just saying, look at the situation subjectively not objectively. You know that with the public now knowing that we are married, some people are talking, and surely they are saying things to Damien.” You say as you sit yourself next to him and put a hand on his knee. “We both know he’s a good kid, it’s just going to be a little harder for us to get to him. But give him time.”

You can see him digesting what you say and mulling it over in his head before he says anything. “Alright. I’ll be… more understanding.”

You smile at the conclusion he came to. “Thank you.” Then you remembered you have one more condition, you look at Bruce with a stern face and firm voice, “But understand, you will not be taking him to any boarding school, ever. He stays with us.”

Bruce knows you not messing around, and that you dearly serious, “I’ll think about it.”

“Bruce.”

“Okay, okay, Y/n. He stays with us.”

[blueparadis]

okay. enough of dragon!boyfriends; i want dragon!girlfriends.

dragon!girlfriend who wags her tail and hums when they are around you,always keeps her tail wrapped around your waist or on your belly, or curled arounf your wrists when you two are sitting next to eachother, when she can let her dragon-form be in light.

dragon!girlfriend who always rubs her nose againt your neck whenever she is sitting on your lap making love to you, never bites you but sometimes runs her fangs upon your skin with feather touch precision because the urge to mark never truly.

dragon!girlfriend who takes suppressants during her mating cycle to keep the heat under control so that she could spend her cycle being near you smelling your sweet human scent, not in some cave and chained, where no ligh touches her, where not even the thought of you reaches her.

dragon!girlfriend who tries her best not to let her dragon form overtake her dormant state while having sex, yet when she feels your fingers knuckle deep, your lips kissing every inch of her body, lips sucking her taut nipples suddenly her tail is touching your skin, her limbs starting to get covered in scales, wings starting to spread; and you know you have done your part when she rolls you over to sit on you, let her wings spread to the fullest, while her hips have already started to move as she tries to satiate her desire.

[kniveschaudefender]

heyyy!!!1!!! can u possibly do Gideon Graves like being clingy and attached to reader headcanons?? if so thanks :)))

Clingy! Gideon HCs !!

(gn!reader !!)

I LOVE GIDEON REQUESTS SM !!! Theyre literally so fun to write and I had planned on writing this anyway but the request made it even better !!!! :D So thank you anon !!

• I feel like after the whole thing with Ramona, he thought he’d never love some again

• Until he met you

• And when I tell you this man SWOONED over you I mean it

• He wants you at his side at ALL times

• Especially at work. For having such an ego and acting like he can do pretty much anything being him, he still gets oretty anxious sometimes

• So having you there making sure he’s okay mean so much to him

• GIFT GIVING. SO MUCH GIFT GIVING.

• I mean with all the money he has how could he not ??

• If you look at anything for more than five seconds, he’s already going to buy it. No objections.

• I feel like he wont admit it but he loves PDA

• like YES hold his hand, kiss him, hug him, they whole deal.

• Literally can not function without having u close

• Like he NEEDS you there to do anything.

• The company calms him down when he’s mad or stressed

• But overall, he loves having you there. He NEEDS you there.

• And he loves you alot, and he just wants you to love him the same

[smittenbyvillains]

Yandere!Tom Riddle

NSFW WARNING - including kidnapping, yandere themes, pet names

Tom was angry. Something made him so angry every time you avoided him. He didn't care if it was just about studying. You could study in his lap while he did what he was planning. He was thinking of locking you in his dorm until you planned on listening. It sounded nice and he could say you were sick and just wanted to sleep.

He saw you walking out of class and swiftly went over to you. "Princess, we need to talk in my dorm." He spoke so sternly that you knew there was no fighting this. He raised an eyebrow waiting for a response. You nodded meekly.

You had thought Tom was amazing at the beginning but lately, he had been getting worse. You were not avoiding on purpose. You were overthinking everything he said or did or when he touched you. It was like your brain was warning you.

Tom grabbed your arm possessively and grabbed you to his dorm where he had one all to himself. He was glad because he could do whatever he wanted now. He used a spell to lock the door and only he could open it. Tom had left plenty of things that you owned in here and you had your own private bathroom. "Now sit."

You sat down on his bed nervously but he swiftly placed you facing him while on his lap. He trailed a hand down your arm. You shivered at the touch.

"to-." you began but he quickly shushed you.

"No. You are listening." He said. He sighed. "Bunny oh bunny... you have been ignoring me lately and I don't like that. You know the rules about that." He said with an angry undertone. "I don't want to do this but you will stay in here from now on... until you learn to behave. Maybe you need to just be dependent on me. Right Bun?" He asked. You nodded.

"Yes, Tom..."

"You don't get to call me that yet. Now you are going to sit here and do your work at the desk on my lap." He said. He ran his hands all over your sides. "Go on." He said. You began to do the work not wanting anything worse to happen. He praised you for doing this.

You were never going to leave his side. You will always need him and he would be taking care of you...

[ralvezfanatic]

Thank you for loving me

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (please lmk if any gender is implied)

Spencer comes home after a long and stressful case, and doesn't want anything but to be with Reader. Of course, Reader is more than happy to take care of their boyfriend.

Warnings: Fluff, so much fluff, it makes me sick how loving I made Reader. Spencer is sorta insecure, but thats canon so not really a warning.

The SFW + Extra fluffy version of This !!

Word Count: 1.1k.

You were in the living room, stretched out on the couch lazily as you waited for your boyfriend’s arrival, hoping not to go to bed alone tonight. You hear the door being unlocked, a few steps and it being closed quietly.

Spencer called you earlier, telling you he was coming home tonight. He sounded different, upset maybe. You weren't too sure what it was but you knew he would come home needing comfort.

"Y/N?” Spencer, unsure of where you were or if you were even awake, called out, not too loudly just in case you were sleeping. He took his satchel off while he walked to the living room, where he was greeted by you immediately, having already gotten up to go see him.

"Spencer!! Hi sweetheart." You smiled, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek as he greeted you. He smiled at your touch, quickly hugging you back tightly.

"I missed you so much baby. Do you want to eat some dinner?"

"Mm.. missed you too Y/N." He muttered, snuggling into the crook of your neck. He shook his head, a small “no” slipping past his lips as you asked him about dinner. You pulled away, a worried look on your face, concerned for your boyfriend. You looked down, one hand on his waist and the other lifting his chin to look up at you.

Seeing his saddened face, you moved your hands to cup his cheeks, and his big tired eyes looked into yours, which just made your heart melt. You smiled at him, tilting your head as you silently admired him.

"Not hungry hm? Do you wanna go to bed then? Or take a shower?" You asked him, caressing his face with your thumb as you waited for a response. He seemed tired, and you just wanted to make him happy, let him relax and cuddle up with him

Spencer nodded, quickly melting into your touch when you pulled him closer. "Shower, then bed please." He responded quietly. He kept quiet for a moment, thinking if he should ask you something.

"Can you um, join me?" Spencer asked you shyly, pulling away from your embrace, a small blush on his cheeks. "I don't want to be away from you."

You nod and give him a sweet smile, leaning in to give him a quick peck. "Of course love, whatever you need." You responded, reaching down to hold his hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

You led him to the bedroom, where you took off his blazer, setting it aside to not ruin it, and then led him to the bathroom.

You help him undress, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and giving him gentle kisses all over his face. He appreciated your help, practically melting under your touches, humming out when you take off his shirt.

Finally, you both undress and step inside the shower, the water already running. You let the warm water run down your bodies for a while, Spencer relaxing right under the showerhead.

You take some shampoo into your hands and switch places with him, and lather his head with the liquid, carefully running your fingers through his curls and making sure not to pull on any possible knots, while also massaging his scalp as you clean his hair.

You get out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around your waist as you head into your shared bedroom, Spencer not far behind. You search in some drawers for boxers, grabbing a pair of purple ones for Spencer and a F/C pair for yourself. You put them on, and then throw your towel to the bed as you continue to look for clothes, Spencer just sitting in bed drying his hair waiting for you.

Finally you grab some of your old clothes and pajamas and head back to him. You hand him an old shirt of yours, knowing how much he enjoyed sleeping in your clothing, and a pair of your college sweatpants to go with it. He notices the gesture and smiles up at you, thanking you softly at which you just kiss his forehead.

You both change quickly, Spencer just wanting to snuggle up with you and you wanting to hold him and make him happy.

“Ready to go to sleep now sweetheart?” You ask as you climb into bed besides him.

He nods, already moving closer to you before you even settle down into bed. “Yes please” He responded, immediately wrapping himself around you. He pushed up against you, burying his face in your chest, almost as if he was trying to merge himself with you.

You held him close, rubbing circles on his back trying to calm him down and lull him to sleep. You moved your other under his head, and started petting his hair, slowly untangling a few knots as you ran your fingers through his soft curls. Spencer let out a soft hum, almost a purr, at your comforting actions. He snuggled further into you wishing he could stay like that forever. “Thank you Y/N.. I love you.” He muttered, his voice muffled due to being hidden in your chest. He pulled back, looking up at you and smiling, his face showing genuine gratitude. “I don't know what I would do without you, love.” He frowned at the thought of not being with you.

“Well you'll never have to know. I'm not planning on ever leaving you baby. I'm yours forever.” You responded, leaning down and kissing his forehead before pulling back and smiling at him. “I love you, and I'm here to stay forever. Even if you try and get rid of me, I'm not going to go away.” You joked, causing a small chuckle to come out of your boyfriend.

“Thank you.” Spencer smiled, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks, although in the dark you couldn't see it.

“For?” You raise your eyebrow slightly, unsure what he was thanking you for.

He shrugs. “I don't know.. for loving me. Being with me. Caring for me. Everything. Just, thank you.”

“You don't need to thank me for that sweetheart. You're my boyfriend. My whole life, my everything.” You replied, moving your hand to his face, cupping his cheek and making him look up at you. “You deserve all the love in the world. I would do anything for you baby, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you're loved and cared for. And you do not have to thank me once for any of it.”

Spencer feels himself melting at your words, growing flustered despite how long you two have been together for. He lets out a small embarrassed whine and looks away, trying to hide his flustered state.

This only causes you to laugh and press a soft kiss to his nose before letting go of his cheek. “G’night baby, I love you.. more than you can imagine.”

“Night.” He manages to respond, too flustered to respond properly, but still manages to let out another sentence. “I love you too..”

[platinumrosetail]

Okay so could I request Adam, Poseidon, Loki and Shiva with a mischievous god reader that acts like the Cheshire cat he basically has his disappearing power thingy?

Also if you're fine with it can you make him a cat-human hybrid?

Sure! The Cheshire Cat is my favorite from Alice and wonderland! Though it’s been a while since I last seen Alice in wonderland so some things might be wrong so I’m sorry for that but I’ll try my best to make it as in character as possible.

Warning: noob author, male reader, and others.

Characters: Adam, Poseidon, Loki, shiva.

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Adam:

You were a cat like god with a mischievous personality almost like Loki but less destructive and more in a fun pranking way as well as giving out riddles for fun to confuse your guest when they show up.

So it wasn’t a shock that you decided to play a playful little prank on the father of humanity though what you didn’t know was that he saw this coming, he copied your disappearing ability and teleported behind you spooking you in the process.

You of course was shocked at first before a big grin appeared on your face, amused at how the tables had turned on your little failed attempt of a prank on the father of humanity.

That was how both of you met, you two spend some time together afterwards though it’s usually you the one talking, whether it be about pranks and how they went or possible riddles to give to others you also give some to Adam but it’s more the ones that he can solve a bit easier instead of left confused on what you mean when you give riddles to other.

You usually lay on his lap when you’re not busy pranking or doing something else that requires your attention.

he pets your head and give little scratches behind your ears making you purr at the nice feeling.

Adam finds it cute that you’re cat like and has fun seeing how cat like you were with the help of inventions his children has created for cats to use and play with, you noticed it and decided to humor him though you soon came to found out that the cat toys are very fun to play with which made you like humans more for creating them, that made Adam proud of his children more than before especially on how it made your cute and docile as well as more tamed and not planking anybody as much.

Poseidon:

You had pulled a pranked Poseidon that ended with him covered in in mud and chicken feathers, you quickly put the blame on Loki, thankfully you can disappear and tun invisible and escape out of trouble but unfortunately for Loki he now has the wrath of the god of the sea trying to skewer him with his trident as he was the closest when it happened and it doesn’t help that he has a bad reputation when it comes to pranks more so than you do.

You like to hang around Poseidon even though many suggest you shouldn’t as he would kill your soon enough but you always declined that with a riddle like answer.

You mostly appeared in your vat form that you have as he actually gives your pets and scratches while in that form.

You mostly nap in that form on Poseidon’s lap but when you’re in your more human form you begin to tease him.

Poseidon didn’t want to admit to it but he found you cute especially your full cat form which was half why you weren’t a corpse yet.

Poseidon usually make empty threats which you would laugh at as you knew that he loved you too much to do that though he did say that was your words and not his which you also knew was false.

You lightly prank him and surprisingly enough he does prank about which in turn makes you tease him some more after that, you just hope it’s not revealed that you were the one that pranked him instead of Loki as you knew that would get you in so much trouble with Poseidon, what you didn’t know was that he already knew.

Loki:

You and Loki are both very similar though only you give out riddles to prank people along with prancing people the normal; as normal as a god’s prank can get, way.

You and him both prank as many gods as you can without getting into too much trouble for it but there are some instance where either one of your or both of you get in trouble;le by one of the older gods; mostly being Odin, though Loki surprisingly tries to take the blame for you even though you never asked him to.

Both of you try to get the other out of trouble if one of you get caught and punished; which usually is basically a timeout, and so the other makes a plan to help break the other out of timeout, sometimes leading both of you getting timeout for longer than before if the one helping the other escape get caught in the act of trying to break the other out.

You like to go in your cat form and have Loki scratch and pet you, sometimes he’ll even turn himself into a cat along with you for fun and so he can see what it’s like to be a cat as well.

You sometimes give riddles for Loki to solve for fun, you give him hard ones as it’s fun seeing him. Frustrated after still not getting the right answer to the riddle which sometimes is a very common answer to the riddle, you also say no to the answer he gives even though it’s right and later revealing that he had got the answer right after all.

That leads you to being playfully chased by Loki who wants to give payback for that but he can hardly catch what with your ability to disappear and teleport.

Shiva:

You met him through Rudra who wanted you to meet his childhood friend shiva and shiva to meet his new friend that he met while traveling.

You interested him what with your powers of disappearing and reappearing with a big grin and your cat like features.

You like to prank him which results in a prank war with all three of you as well as other gods as well.

What with him having two pairs of arms make it soon becomes a paradise of pets when you’re in your full cat form as he has multiple hands to get at all of your favorite spots to scratch and pet at the same time.

You give him riddles all the time as he gets frustrated with what the answer could be if he gets it wrong.

You like to watch him do his dances and relax, sometimes rudra likes to come and join to relax and dance with shiva.

Shiva would join you when you take naps whether you’re in your cat form or human form, but you always find yourself cuddling next to him when you wake up close to him.

(A/n: hope y’all liked it! I don’t think i have anything else top say so hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[buckets-and-trees]

Perfectionists

Title: Perfectionists Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: SHIELD Games is behind one of the best MMORPGs on the market. SHIELD stays on top because of the super employees they have across the board from the tech innovation department, to the story writers, to their game engineers - including one Bucky Barnes. It's his perfection that has pushed him into this position at an elite place in the industry, period. But one game tester always seems to find the most frustrating things to send back to him.

Content/Concept Warnings: Gamer AU; strong language; explicit smut: oral - male receiving, mild dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, genital sex, voyerism, masturbation

Notes: TRIPLE THREAT SUBMISSION for @buckybarnesevents WEEK THREE of Hot Bucky Summer: "Where do you want me?", my fifth square of @buckybarnesbingo B5: "Playing Games," and my third square for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C1 "Gamer."

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Bucky looked up as he heard Steve’s telltale footsteps – not the normal ones – the trepidatious ones.

“No,” he said, tone stone cold.

Steve stopped a few steps away and sighed, putting his hands on his hips.

“How long is the list?”

“Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and pushed away from his desk. “You know what? No. I don’t even want to see it.”

He stormed out of the engineering and design lab, and Steve dropped his head back to look at the ceiling.

Sam chuckled. “I told you, man, you should wait until he’s out of the room to bring in new lists of purgatory for perfection.”

“He never takes a break. None of you take breaks,” Steve said.

“'Attitude reflects leadership, Captain.'"

"Don't quote Remember the Titans at me."

“Barnes just needs to fuck her.”

Steve’s head snapped over to Nat. “You know what, Romanoff?”

“She’s right,” Joaquin added without looking up from his screen, but a smirk on his face none the less. “His blood has been boiling for her for months, it’s about time he stops ignoring that.”

“Shit, Barnes!” you yelped, clutching your heart with one hand and an energy drink in the other. “Anyone ever tell you not to lurk in the dark?”

“I’m not lurking,” he groused.

“What else do you call lying in wait to confront someone? Especially in the dark? Alone? Leaning up against the wall, no less.”

You knew you were far from the only person in the building, but this late at night, you were the only tester still around and usually had this wing of the offices to yourself. This was a side gig for you, you only did it because you loved the game and loved getting to preview things before it was even sent to the beta test group of users, but that meant you usually only crossed paths with the handful of other official tester employees for SHIELD Games like ships passing in the night who basically clocked normal business hours.

“I don’t see you turning on any lights,” he said as you returned to your preferred spot on the couch.

“I prefer to play by glow of television,” you responded with a dramatic tone.

If Bucky rolled his eyes, you didn’t see it. “It’s how I’d be playing at home, keeps me focused so I can help you do your job.”

Which is why he was here confronting you, as you had so aptly noted. “I’m damn good at what I do.”

“And the only reason you hate my lists is because you’re already a god damn perfectionist so you can’t stand when I point out the flaws you missed or suggestions to make your work even better. But that’s why Maria hired me. Your community manager knew the user feedback I was giving when you launched the game was excellent.”

Bucky scoffed and shook his head, crossing his arms.

“Your game is only perfect after they put it in front of my face, Barnes.”

“Shut up.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Make me,” you said and took a swig of your energy drink.

Bucky pushed off the wall and in three swift, silent steps was in front of you. With your head tilted back as you drank, you only saw him when he leaned forward, looming over you. You spluttered a little, and he smirked.

“You won’t be able to talk with this in front of your face,” he said, opened the front of his jeans, and pushed the denim and his boxers down his thighs in one go.

You would have roasted him for saying something so cliché in any other circumstance. But your brain was short-circuiting, and you were trying to rapidly re-establish the connections.

His right hand took the can out of your grasp and set it on the side table next to the couch, and his left hand cradled your chin, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip.

You looked up at him. Your heart was racing, and your pussy was thrumming. You were not certain this was real. He’d been the quiet one, a bit surly, but you had been surprised enough he’d come to confront you about the feedback in the first place and never would have put a penny on the odds of something like this happening with the gorgeous game designer you’d harbored a bit of a crush on but decided after the first week wouldn’t come to anything.

This was an unexpected side quest.

You nodded.

He pushed the tip to the edge of your lips, your tongue slipped out to circle the head. In one swift motion he gripped the back of your head and thrust his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and your hands flew up to hold onto his hips.

He used your mouth with abandon, and the hold of your hands on his hips was firm, encouraging. When you choked on his thick member, he slowed for a moment, then you squeezed his hip, and he speed up to his brutal pace again. This happened twice more, you having taken him deeper in your throat each time. Tears streamed down your face now, and he groaned when he looked down at you.

“You look so god damn beautiful,” he couldn’t help saying.

You whimpered, and he swept a thumb over your cheek, wiping away the tears, then brought them to his mouth.

He could feel the build of his climax at the root of him, and pulled out of your mouth abruptly, knowing he was too close to finishing and not ready for this to come to an end yet.

You fell forward, but he was instantly kneeling in front of you, ready to catch your lips with his. The kiss was hungry, and your mouth full of the taste of him made him groan again. Your hands tangled in his hair, slotting in despite being pulled back in a low bun. His hands had returned to hold your head as commandingly as they had when he was fucking your throat – one in your hair, one along your jaw.

When you were absolutely breathless, you finally pulled away.

Foreheads planted against each other, breaths still mingling, you licked your lips.

“Why don’t I show you what these hands can do?” he asked, one hand falling to your hip, rubbing his thumb down the crease of your thigh toward your core.

“Don’t tease.”

“Oh, no,” he agreed. Then with both hands, he pulled your hips to the edge of the cushion, hooked his fingers into the top of your pants, and peeled them down along with your panties. You pushed up to raise your hips so he could remove them completely, but your efforts were hardly needed as he used one hand to push you up, and the small show of unexpected strength made your insides squirm. He was built – you had seen it – but you hadn’t experienced the reality of it.

Bucky didn’t leave you a second to think about it any further as his fingers slid up and down your wet slit, he spread your outer folds and stroked your soft inner folds, and you moaned. Your eyes slipped shut, but you felt him watching your face. He was watching for how you reacted to each of his ministrations. He pinched your clit, and you yelped.

Your eyes flew open, and you saw his were filled with a mischievous glint. “Just testing all the possibilities,” he said.

You hit his shoulder. “I said no teasing!”

“You always want the experience to have more unexpected elements for the user to play with.”

“Bucky!” You did not want to hear one of your recent lines of feedback recited back to taunt you.

Except you did.

He was playing this game so well.

He slipped two fingers from that large, warm hand of his inside your cunt and began to pump. Your eyes melted closed again, and seemingly satisfied with his study, you felt Bucky claim your lips for more kisses while he pulled you closer and closer to an orgasm. It built steadily, his thumb at your clit, fingers in your channel, but when he curled those fingers and found the spongy spot against your pubic bone, it hit you instantly, and you cried out his name. He pulled your head into the crook of his neck while his other hand slowed in your cunt but helped prolong riding out the waves of your pleasure.

“Satisfactory experience?” he asked once your breathing started to return to normal.

You laughed against his shoulder, then pulled back to look at him. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, and he smiled.

“You know, I wasn’t afraid to poke the bear because you’re brilliant, I knew you could take it. You want to be the best, and I help give you that.” You reached down and took his still hard, leaking cock in your soft hands, and Bucky’s breath hitched. “Now, do you want to let me take you? I’m aching for you to fill me up.”

He groaned. “You can’t say shit like that.”

You nipped at his bottom lip and smirked. “Yes, I can. This company values my direct and honest feedback.”

He huffed a laugh.

“Where do you want me?”

Bucky quickly shoved his jeans all the way down his legs and settled down next to you on the couch, legs spreading wide. “In my lap.”

“Sounds just about right,” you said, straddling him.

His eager hands pulled your slick cunt flush against his groin, and you both moaned. You planted your hands on his broad shoulders, and rocked your hips just a little bit. Even that short back and forth of friction, his cock stroking your engorged clit, had your head falling back. Bucky pressed his lips to the column of your throat, not wasting an opportunity so inviting in the moment. You sighed and held his head to your neck where he continued to explore and mark you with slow, hot kisses, finding the places that made you shiver.

While you were lost in those sensations, Bucky reached down and lined his cock up with your slit, but that brought you back to the thrumming need to be filled by him, and you sunk down while he thrust up into you. He was thick, and he filled you more than you were used to, but not to a point of pain -far, far from it.

“Feel so good inside me,” you keened.

“No feedback?”

“Just fuck me until I can’t breathe, Buck.”

“With pleasure,” he growled.

After passing through two intense first levels of play, climbing to the final peak did not take long. One of his hands remained anchored at your hip to control the punishing but desired pace of thrusts, but his other steadily slid underneath your shirt and up your spine in a delicate way in contrast to everything else happening in the moment, including your lips returning to his in another kiss designed to devour.

Bucky felt you hit that crest of the climax, your muscles seizing in a moment of bliss, your pussy clenching hard around his cock. As you came down, he maneuvered you both to lay your back on the couch while he did just as you asked and continued to thrust into you hard, you boneless but in a blissful haze, unconcerned with trivial things like breathing, while he pursued his own pleasure. Then all at once he groaned and began to spill his hot seed inside of you, pausing for a second with the first ropes of cum, but then continued with deep, slow thrusts until he was completely spent.

It was a snug shuffling, but the two of you managed to get so you were both laying on your sides on the couch, your back up against the cushioned backboard, Bucky’s back to the glow of the giant television screen so all his muscled angles were sillhouted for you to admire in the afterglow. His legs were bunched up – possibly uncomfortably – and you tangled yours with his. You pushed some hair that had escaped from its knot at the back of his head off of his face, and he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm.

“I think we’ll need to continue testing this,” you whispered against his lips.

You felt them curve into a smile before he said, “Thorough testing, absolutely. Need to explore all potential scenarios.”

“I’m glad you’ll be more amenable now to my feedback.”

“Oh, I never said that.”

You poked him in the ribs.

“Come on, you love the complex storylines. You don’t want me easily conquered.” And before you could protest, and claimed your lips again, this time in a long, slow kiss, no intention of leaving any time soon.

Too caught up with each other, neither of you heard the approaching footsteps, the gasp on discovering you, the moans they bit back when they gave over to touching themselves there in the dark, watching you, or their nearly silent retreat.

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

[godshitgirl]

In the mood for some angst? Here's some bsd men x terminally ill reader🩷

Dazai:

• Atsushi notices that everyday, Dazai leaves work early to go...somewhere. it's not like the guy is the type to follow a schedule so he can't tell where exactly he's been going lately. When he asks he just plays it off as a joke, tho he does notice how his gaze seems to be so distant lately.

• turns out, everyday these past few weeks Dazai has been visiting you in the hospital. He always comes with a sweet little gift, nothing extravagant, maybe a flower he knows you like or a cup of coffee from a place you used to frequent.

• he would spend hours with you, just the two of you in that sterilized little hospital room, talking about anything and everything. His demeanor is nonchalant, yet more soft and sensitive to you. He's always had a soft spot for you after all.

• when he learned of your condition he didn't try to "cure" it or "fix" it. He decided that he will love you and stay with you and make you feel like nothing has changed as much as he can. He keeps up with the jokes, the gifts, and tries to make you feel as normal as you used to feel.

• you notice how he stares at you more often, how he looks deeper into your eyes when you talk. As if he's trying to memorize every feature before it all goes away.

• he's decided that once you're gone, is when he will go too. He doesn't want to live without you. He laughs to himself a little bit, a soft, gentle chuckle, at the thought. "It's not the way I would have wanted, but now I finally get to die with you."

• he thinks he's so good at keeping this plan from you. That he's hiding it completely out of your line of sight. But you know Dazai. You know him better than anyone. You know how much he loves you. And the day you part ways your last wish to him is that he continues to live, to move on, to be with his friends and do what he wants to do. And once you're gone, he never thinks of suicide again.

Chuuya:

• at first, he does everything he can to find a cure. He spends thousands on doctors and doctors all specializing in your condition. But they all say the same thing. It can't be cured.

• you notice how much this is eating him up, how he's been more cranky, more irritable, he's never resting. He barely even gives time to visit you at the hospital as he's always on the search for a new doctor who will finally tell him what he wants. That there's a way out of this, a way for you to continue being in his life. But to no avail.

• your request is final, it's the last thing you ask him for. You want him to rest, to give up, and to just enjoy the time you have left. At first he's speechless. His eyes are smaller and wider than you've ever seen them. It feels as though his heart had stopped beating, his blood stopped pumping, and the world just went quiet for a second.

• then there comes the anger. The frustration. How can you just ask him that? To let you go? To just stand by as this stupid illness takes you away? Don't you know how much you mean to him? Don't you care?

• Chuuya doesn't visit you for a while after that. He spends time alone. Not even drinking the wine he loves so much, the bottles he had been saving for a special occasion, the ones with you in it. He stares blankly at nothing, thinking of nothing. The world could end right there and then but he would still be in this state. At least we'd go together, he thinks.

• meanwhile, you remain at the hospital, in the same bed, in the same room. A part of you is happy, because now Chuuya can move on. He can forget about you and finally be happy, happier than he'll ever be with you. You smile at the thought. You used to think that this time would be full of tears. But you were never one to cry. Neither was Chuuya.

• it's sunset. The end of the last month your doctor said you had left. Your body has weakened, you can't even get out of bed. At this point they've stopped trying, stopped filling you with meds and serums and shots. Stopped plugging you into machines and machines and machines. There are no more pipes around your body. No more wires. No more tubes. They've decided to let you go peacefully, and make you feel as if you were sleeping in your own bed, in your own home.

• on the last day, Chuuya is there.

• he stands at the doorway, calm and collected. He enters the room without a word. All he does is sit next to you, and take your hand in his. You look at him and smile.

• "I'm here, doll." He says.

• he wants to apologize. To atone for leaving you alone for so long. For forcing you in this room by yourself. But he knows you hate apologies. He just wants to spend the last remaining moments he has with you, with you.

• as he's sitting on that little chair next to you, watching your breathing get slower and slower, softer and softer, your life force fading away, he examines your face. Your eyes, your nose, your lips. He examines how your hair is fixed into the way you always did it, as if nothing has changed.

• he wants to say something, the last thing you will ever hear.

"I won't forget you,",

"I'll never leave you,"

Something like that. But he doesn't.

Instead he sits and watches you, in complete silence. He only realizes now that you two have been so loud and noisy the whole time you've known each other. Simple conversations are said in such loud voices, but you both loved it that way. But this time, you both decided it would be quiet. Peaceful. A contrast to the unusually loud and vulgar lives you both have lived. An end to a chapter.

Fyodor:

• Like Chuuya, Fyodor isn't one to give up so easily. He goes beyond doctors, or medicine, or anything so ordinary.

• he goes for the Book.

• the one thing that can change anything. All of this. He can give you a better life, one without all the dirt and bloodshed he had associated you with. One where you're happy, living in the house of your dreams, with all the things you've ever wanted, happier than ever.

• a life without him.

• Fyodor loved you too much to watch you get tainted by his own filth. He always thought it was too late for him, but not for you. But now you don't have all that time. Now he has to erase everything. Erase every part of you that was dirtied by him. With a new life free of him, you would finally, truly, be happy.

• He's off on dangerous missions. Making all sorts of enemies. All to do the last thing he could to make you happy.

• "Fedya," you called, your voice as sweet and soft as it always was. He snaps out of his trance, not realizing his gaze was so far away. "Yes, dear?" He answers, hard, sharp eyes softening upon seeing you. "Come here," you ask.

• he stands up from the chair he was sitting on across the room from you, and walks to your bedside. He puts a hand on your pillow, careful not to touch you. He knows very well that your unique condition is not one that is contagious. Even if it was that wouldn't be the reason he isn't touching you. It's all symbolic, he doesn't want to dirty you any more than he already has. He wants to keep this valuable, albeit cracked little porcelain doll in this state, before it slowly disappears.

• "Hold my hand, Fedya." You tell him. Breaking from his symbolic gestures, he takes your hand in his, caressing you with his thumb as he does so.

• "I want you to do something for me," you ask, not meeting his gaze. "Of course, dear." He answers almost immediately. He knows you never ask him for anything unless it was really important.

• "I want you to stop looking for that book." You say. Fyodor's eyes widen a little, a frown almost forming on his face. But he's smart enough to not need a reason. And he knows you well enough to know you don't want a sappy little conversation between the two of you filled with tears and cries.

• It takes a moment, but he smiles and nods. "Okay," he says. "Anything for you, myshka."

• your final moments are spent with him telling you a story, reading from a book you used to love. It was in Russian, and he would read it to you as a pastime before going to bed together. Even after you're gone, he keeps reading. All the way until he finishes the book. He closes it and looks at you. Your eyes are closed, your mouth is slightly open, as if you were just asleep. He gets up and kisses you on the forehead, and doesn't leave until the doctors come in.

Ok that's all! And sorry but usually when I say "bsd men" I mean these three idiots who I love with my whole heart and my whole pussy🤗 also sorry if some were kinda out of character, especially fyodor, I haven't seen him much in the anime yet since I haven't gotten to s5😅

[cigarettewritings]

creepypasta x reader but the reader isn't a dumbass or a "woke" prick

I'm thinking the reader runs into the creep gang while exploring abandoned places with her friends for a potential party house. The creeps ofc kill off her friends but the reader escapes and fucking flees the state. Ofc the creeps can't let anyone know they're real so they track reader down leading to a cat and mouse type situation before the reader eventually gains the interest of everyone's favorite manipulative skeleton business man Slenderman and becomes a part of the creeps. Slow burn, trust issues, romance.....

Lemme know if y'all want me to write anything.

[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 1

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! I’m posting the first chapter just to check for interest. Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

The sky was red, and you hated it. You hated more the fact that you couldn't remember what it looked like when it was blue. The whole city looked like it was coated in blood. You saw enough blood already.

You walked along the littered, decaying streets of Gallica with a blue duffel bag on your shoulder. You kept the hood of your gray jacket pulled down over your head and your hands buried in your pockets. Standing out was never a good idea, at least not where they could see.

As you rounded a corner, you were suddenly sprayed with red liquid, and you only dared to steal a quick glance down the alley it came from. A body was tumbling to the ground, and you didn't even have time to see who it was or what sort of wound had drawn such a huge amount of blood. Your eyes had been drawn, in that brief moment, to the pair of black-clad figures standing frighteningly still beside the body. Their bi-colored eyes flicked upward, toward you, but you returned your gaze to the street in front of you and walked quickly away.

Your heart pounded and your hands trembled in your pockets until you were far enough down the street to safely assume they would not stop you. You knew what happened to those unlucky enough to somehow provoke the half-breeds, regardless of intention, so you hurried along toward the clinic without looking back once.

When you reached the small, rundown clinic, you were met at the door by a girl in a nurse's uniform who placed her hands on her hips and scowled at you. “You're late!”

You pushed by her and dropped the duffel bag from your shoulder, flopping it onto a nearby cot. You unzipped it and pulled out your own uniform. "My alarm clock didn't go off."

The other girl stood leaning in the door way as you stepped into an empty patient slot and slid the dirty curtain closed. "Terrian is gonna be pissed at you,” she said. 

You emerged from behind the curtain in a white button-up shirt that was a little too tight and a skirt that was way too short. “He'll get over it."

"Yeah, as soon as he see's you."

You laughed. "You're jealous, Anna."

"Because that perverted freak lets you get away with anything?" Anna asked. She was so petite that even the smallest, tightest uniforms Terrian had given them seemed to fit her just right.

"No, because I look better in the uniform."

Both of you laughed as you laid out your supplies on rickety metal tables, organizing them neatly into categories according to how often they were used. The alcohol, thread, and needles were first in line, followed by bandages, then ointments and creams.

The door leading to the main treatment room flung open and a man with shoulder-length, pale blonde hair tied into a short ponytail walked in. He wore wide-rimmed glasses and a lab coat covered in blood stains. He looked angry as he approached, glaring at you, but suddenly froze when he rounded the metal tables and the full length of you came into view.

He smiled brightly, wrapping you into a hug. "You wore it today!"

Anna rolled her eyes and brushed her bangs, the longest part of her auburn hair, away from her face with her hand.

You pulled free from Terrian and adjusted your ill-fitting clothes. "It's the only uniform I had clean."

"And it's my favorite," Terrian said, then glanced toward Anna. "Stingy Anna always wears pants, even though I beg her to wear the skirt with the slit up the side."

Anna gave him a dirty look and he gave her a grin in return. He looked over the supplies then held out a thick stack of papers. "Look at all this. These are all patients who left the clinic in the last month and haven't returned for their checkups. Next week I'll be making a lot of house calls."

Both you and Anna frowned. You hated it when Terrian made house calls. He was the only doctor at the clinic, and you two were the only nurses. Things were hectic enough with the three of you, but when he was gone, the clinic was thrown into absolute chaos.

"Anyway," he spoke up, "we have a lot of patients waiting already. Let's get to work!"

You and Anna had no formal training, had not even finished high school, but you had both been living on the streets three years ago when Terrian approached you about working for him. He taught you two the basics, and the rest you learned over time. In this city, injured people couldn't be picky.

Together, you and Anna wheeled your metal supply tables through the swinging doors into the main treatment area of the clinic. Cots were lined up in two rows, facing each other, for the entire length of the large room. There was only enough room for one person to walk between each cot, and all but a few were occupied. People were moaning, screaming, crying, or unconscious. Anyone not in mortal danger was sent home after being stitched or bandaged up.

Illnesses were not often treated, as serious diseases were most often fatal no matter what the doctor did, but injuries were extremely common. Blood dripped from nearly every cot in the room, and a few patients were bandaged to the point of looking like mummies. You and Anna had both learned quickly to develop strong stomachs.

The two of you were checking on a patient that had been brought in last night with a chopped off leg when Terrian came zooming past you, pushing a stretcher.

"Emergency surgery!" he called, disappearing into the room you had just changed in.

You both dropped what you were doing and ran after him, then stopped dead in your tracks as soon as you were through the doors, staring at the figure on the stretcher.

"Doctor, that's... one of them,” Anna said, her voice almost a whisper. 

The man on the stretcher wore an ornate military uniform - black pants and a long black jacket with golden buttons up the front and matching trim along the cuffs and collar. The uniform was instantly recognizable to every single person in the city, because only they wore them. His skin was ghostly white and his hair a jet-black mess scattered across his face.

Terrian was ripping that glorious black uniform from the man’s motionless body. "I know what he is, Anna, but he's still a patient. And right now, he's dying unless we can stop the bleeding."

You and Anna hesitated just inside the door, looking at each other and then back to the man. Anna shook her head. "I can't... I can't help him. Not after all they've done."

Terrian stopped and looked at her. At first, you were sure he would scold her, but he merely sighed and nodded. "I understand. Go tend to the other patients."

You watched the other girl leave, then turned to Terrian. He looked at you with a pleading expression. "He'll be dead within the hour if we don't do anything."

You took a deep breath, then rushed over to Terrian's side. He held out his hands while you poured alcohol over them, then rinsed your own. Looking down at the young man, he seemed fragile, vulnerable. Almost human. His torso was exposed, revealing a long, deep cut across his abdomen that was gushing out blood. Funny how his body was absolutely impeccable, toned to lean perfection and resembling a stone statue, but marred by that huge red gash.

The cut was so long, and the bleeding so severe, that each of you began stitching on separate ends of the wound so that you would meet in the middle to tie things off. A sloppy job, yes, but the fastest route to closing the wound. He would heal faster than normal people, would probably be fine in a matter of hours, but only if you stopped the bleeding.

Once you and the doctor were finished, you again cleaned the wound and Terrian began bandaging the patient up. "Amazing, isn't it?" he asked when he was done, "It won't even leave a scar. Not on him."

You washed your hands in the nearby sink and thought of Anna. "It's not fair."

"Of course it's not," Terrian told you, wiping the blood from his hands on a stained towel. "Nothing in this world ever is.”

You dried your hands and walked again through the swinging doors. Anna was changing the bandages on a young girl's arm, but looked up when you approached. "How could you stand it? Helping that thing?"

"I didn't enjoy it, okay? But he would've died. This is a clinic, Anna. We're supposed to help dying people."

Anna stood up and stepped away from the young girl's bedside. "Yeah, people. Not them."

"But he's half human, isn't he? Isn't that enough?"

Anna snorted. "Was that enough to stop those creatures from barging into my house and slitting my mom's throat? Was it enough to stop them from crushing my brother's head under their boots? Was it enough to stop them from... from what they did to me?!"

You went silent. You didn't know what to say. You knew the half-breeds had killed most of Anna's family, but you had yet to hear any details before now. Finally, you reached out and took the other girl's hand. "I'm sorry, Anna. I'm really sorry."

Anna pulled you into a hug. "I know. I'm sorry I jumped down your throat. I just don't want to see you be hurt by them too."

"I don't think he's in a position to hurt anyone right now," you told her after you separated. "He's not even conscious."

Anna looked toward the swinging doors. "Be careful. Even when they look harmless, they're still dangerous."

You nodded, and wheeled your cart over to the other side of the room. You stopped at the bed of an elderly man who was missing both his feet. He was sweating and breathing heavily. You took his blood pressure and wrote the results in a tablet. He looked up at you with astonishingly kind eyes.

"If the nurses look like this, I'm gonna have to get my feet cut off more often," he said with a chuckle.

You pulled back the sheet to check his bandages. "You sure are a charmer, Mr. Renaldo," you said as you began unrolling the strips of cloth.

"Don't believe a word he says!" Anna called across the room, "I told him yesterday he could hold my hand while Terrian stitched him up and he said he'd rather hold my ass!"

Rhoswen stopped cleaning the bloody stumps where feet used to be long enough to lightly slap his shoulder. "You shameless flirt!"

He laughed and looked at the man in the bed next to him, who didn't seem to be in such good spirits. "Can't blame me for trying, can you?"

The other man gave a weak smile and looked away.

"Now now, let's not disturb the other patients," you said gently.

"Everybody's so glum. That's what those damn Pagoda want," he said.

You finished his bandages and patted him on the arm. You bent down and whispered to him, "Thanks for cheering us up, Mr. Renaldo."

The next few hours went by steadily but quickly, as you made your way around the room checking on people, giving out soup, changing bandages, and occasionally holding someone's hand while Terrian performed some sort of painful procedure.

Unfortunately, pain relievers were as rare and expensive as genuine jewels were in the olden days, when the sky was still blue. The only way to put a patient to sleep was to quite literally knock them out with a blunt instrument, which was a last resort.

The clinic was dirty and crowded and in shambles. The people were desperate, demanding, and understandably irritable. But you liked being there. You liked being with Anna and even Terrian, who could at least make you smile. You liked helping people who were suffering, because you enjoyed seeing a tiny flicker of hope in their eyes.

Because you could almost grasp a little bit of hope for yourself.

The clinic was all you had after your parents died. And everyday you dreaded returning to your tiny apartment where hope drained from every inch of you like red sun fading into black night. But at least you could always come back the next day, where you could laugh with Anna and everything else would fall away into dust.

It was almost time to go home, and all the patients had been taken care of. Anna left out the front door, not wanting to walk through the back room where she would have to see the lone patient on the stretcher.

You waved to Terrian, who was making one last run around the room to check everyone over, then walked into the back room. The young man was still unconscious and the rest of his clothes had been removed, a sheet draped over his body. You crept up to the stretcher and looked down, watching him breathe. After feeling certain that he was indeed unconscious, you walked into the empty patient slot you had changed in earlier and pulled the curtain closed.

You couldn't walk home in your uniform, as it was dangerous enough for a girl to be alone on the streets in the evenings, but wearing an outfit like that was a definite no. You quickly pulled it off, then reached for your jeans. But before you could even unfold them, you heard the curtain suddenly fly open.

You whirled around in anger, certain that perverted Terrian would be standing there grinning like an idiot. But you were not met with the smiling doctor, but the cold, expressionless face of the now conscious patient. His eyes, one blue and the other lime-green, bore into you, unblinking.

He was completely naked, save for the bandage across his abdomen, and you tried your best to keep your eyes on his face.

You suddenly realized that you were only in your underwear, and backed up until you bumped into a cot, holding your jeans in front of you. The man’s eyes never left you, and your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest. You had never been face-to-face with a half-breed before, not in this close proximity.

There was a pause, where both of you stared at each other for several moments, not moving. Then, in the blink of an eye, the man lunged forward and was inches away from you. You jerked backward, inadvertently ramming yourself into the cot where the metal collided with your bare back. You dropped to your knees, wincing.

When you looked back up, the half-breed was looming over you, and suddenly reached out one hand toward you. You had seen what the hands of half-breeds could do, had treated many a patient who had somehow ran into one of them. In fact, just today you had bandaged up a woman who's left arm had been pulled right off, like the wings off a fly, by a half-breed.

You curled into a defensive ball and screamed, your horrified voice ringing out through the clinic and undoubtedly to the buildings nearby.

[graysnetwork]

LISTENNN, Keegan during nnn???

Ooo😏🤭

NNN

Keegan’s sex drive isn’t crazy, at least he likes to say that, but really it’s just 3 times a week; at least, he doesn’t like being too needy but he’s a man, and he has wants.

Hesh decided it’s be a good idea to mention ‘No Nut November’ to Keegan, and had the even better idea to challenge him to it.

And Keegan didn’t take challenges lightly, and hesh knew that well, so when he decided to tell him “I bet you couldn’t do it” he knew Keegan would get all riled up and he’d commit. So since Keegan has come home with you he’d text Hesh everyday and say “another day bitch” or something to that degree, you get it.

Soon though, it was getting hard, watching you through the steamed up glass shower door, in his shirt and panties (rarely) when you slept, you bending over and looking around the closet for an outfit while your body was wrapped in a towel, you looking for things under the couch making you go in downward dog position, or when you were relaxing on the couch (again) in his shirt and panties.

It was torture just having to stare at you.

And you’re obliviously doing these things and he knows it, he knows you can do these things purposely but half of the time he gets turned on by you it’s by subtle things that you do without thinking. He thought it was so much cuter.. hotter when you had not one thought behind those pretty eyes.

Keegan sat at the couch staring at the Tv in boredom, nothing seemed to make him interested at the moment. He felt like something was missing, like there was something else he had to do today. And that could be the dishes he said he’d do, or the laundry he said he’d help you with, or it could be the raging boner he had.

The tent in his pants were noticeable, how could you not notice them? You thought as you walked downstairs and sat next to him, he wrapped his arm around you and threw the remote into your lap as he stared at you. You were also bored, you simply put a Netflix movie on and turned to look at Keegan.

“are you su-”

“Yes” he interrupted you, he knew what you were gonna say— ‘are you sure you don’t want me to help you with that?’ —And no he wasn’t sure, because he wanted you so badly, but his pride had taken over already, he wasn’t going to lose against hesh.

“Okay” you said and turned the volume up. That was that, the end of the conversation and you rested your head on his shoulder.

At some point, you can’t really remember, but you had gotten up to go make some food, coincidentally Keegan got a message— ‘you win’ — from Hesh. It was a brief message, with no context it would have confused anyone. But Keegan smiled and texted back ‘I knew you couldn’t do it’

He chuckled and finally got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen. He saw you cutting some vegetables. He came up behind you and kissed you on the neck. Both hands were gently placed on your waist. One hand traveling down and toying with your cunt. You could hear his pants drop and he swiftly pulled your bottoms down too.

“m’baby.. i missed you” I groaned as he entered your tight pussy.

———

Anyways🤨

[innerwomen]

When it becomes too much, he’s there.

Pairing: Husband!Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

SUMMARY: After hiding things from Bruce, you finally confide in him after he finds you crying alone.

TYPE: angst to comfort.

WARNINGS: mention of threats.

Pt.2

You don’t know what you expected would happen when the news came out, but you severely underestimated the outcome. How would you know that the moment a photo of you with a ring on your finger, and not just any ring, but the one that belonged to every Wayne wife before you, would cause such attention?

Sure you expect the usual; paparazzi, people coming up to you in public asking questions or congratulating you. And even the usual gossip and pushback from the public.

What you didn’t expect were threats.

Threats that came in forms of text messages, mysterious phone calls, people harassing you in your own work place. Some people went as far as sending you letters.

And Bruce was oblivious to it all. Not by choice, but because you didn’t tell him about it, any of it. You didn’t want him thinking you were regretting having said “I do”, or that you couldn’t handle some pressure. But it was becoming a lot to handle. And today, after almost two months of ‘handling’ it, it had become too much. You had hit your limit, you had taken enough of it, and it finally took its toll on you after receiving one specific letter that had quite a few colorful insults made just for you. When Bruce arrived to the manor late into the night from Wayne Enterprises, he was already anticipating changing out of his clothes and to cuddle with you as you both fell asleep in bed; but when he opened the door to the master bedroom he was greeted with the heart wrenching sight of his lovely wife, crying, knees pressed to her chest, next to her dresser.

Quickly he rushed over to your side, “Y/n, honey, what’s the matter?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side. He had seen you cry before, but never did he not know the reason behind your tears.

You look at him. You felt his eyes scan over your face and stop on your puffy eyes, proof the you’d been crying for more than a while. You saw the crease between his brows, a visual sign of anxiousness from Bruce. Without speaking you point to the one open drawer on the dresser. Bruce swiftly stands up and looks inside, it was filled to the absolute brim with envelopes. “What are these?” He says with apprehension.

“Open and read them for yourself.” He does, he opens one and reads it to himself. He was absolutely shell shocked. This person, someone who didn’t even know you, had written a letter to you telling you how undeserving you were of a life with him, or a life in general. He was seething. Between gritting teeth he asks, “Are they all like this?”

“More or less, though that specific person was quite creative.”

“Who the hell wrote this?” He asked as he began grabbing and ripping to shreds each and every letter. “How long have you been getting these?”

You watch as the pieces fall, “They are all anonymous, and I’ve been getting them since the wedding ring photo.”

“Alfred goes through our mail first, how did these reach you?” He asks turning to you. His fists clenched by his sides.

“They were sent to my mailbox at my office. I-I don’t know why I kept them… I’m sorry. I thought I could handle the pressure. I know you told me that there would be some backlash and not to let it get to me but, but, I did. I let it get to me.” Seeing you say sorry for something that wasn’t your fault made his heart ache, all anger from before leaving him, replaced with the need to comfort you.

“Baby, don’t apologize.” He sat at the edge of the bed, inviting you to come sit on the comfort of the mattress, you joined him. “I said backlash, not threats. This is not okay, whatsoever.” He holds your cheek and wipes away stray tears with his thumb. “If anything, I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t come to me and tell me about this.”

He brought you closer to him and hugged you. He was going to burn each fragment of those letters, give the HR at your office hell, and find and punish each and every person who dared to say, write, or do, anything that would bring you, his wife, sadness or harm.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Bruce.”

“Just promise me this, the next time something like this, or anything that bothers you happens, you’ll confide in me, okay? I’m your husband, I want to be there for you when you need me. Promise?”

You were so lucky to have married someone so understanding and loving. You were so lucky to have married Bruce Wayne. “Promise.”

[sharkinthetoilet]

Just some headcanons if Kenny would interact with his gf as mysterion too, and if yes, would he keep it a secret that he actually is Kenny/their bf? And what If said gf finds out he is her bf

Love how you write!

Mysterion and his relationship

gender: feminine

warnings: off hand comment about stalking, blood/injury, dying/suicide

☆-Kenny interacting with you as Mysterion:

he tries to avoid you knowing that he is Kenny, he knows how dangerous his job is, so he prefers to keep you out of this

he will look after you sometimes though

as in like, he would follow you, if you go out in the dark or watch you sleep from outside your window

it's not stalking if he tries to just keep you safe, right?

if he does need to safe you from something, he will try to not make eye contact

he'll make some comments like: "such a pretty girl shouldn't be walking around alone"

from that you knew who he was, his voice acting isn't as impressive as he thinks

but you play along, you trust him, he probably has his reasons to not tell you

in school you would comments about Mysterion being your favourite

sometimes before you go sleeping, he will sit on your windowsill and talk to you

☆-you 'finding out' he is Mysterion:

Really it was like any other fight for him, if that last hit wouldn't have been so strong. Now he's hurt. Normally he would just die and come back unharmed. But god on the adrenaline, that he is on right now he can't think straight. He just needs to get somewhere, where someone can treat him. And that first somewhere that comes to his mind, is you. Before he can even think about it, he already is on his way to your place.

He doesn't even know how he made it up the tree to your window, but he is aggressively knocking on it. When you finally wake up and open your window, he immediately tumbles in. "Mysterion? what happened?!", you kneel down and inspect his wounds. "tough battle" he replies in a grunt. You stand up and leave the room. Finally Kennys thoughts sober up.. how stupid is he? He can't avoid you finding out (damned be that mole on his tummy, that he knows, you're aware of). You come back with a first aid kit in hand. you sit down besides him: " raise your shirt", you point at that huge gush that seeps with blood. Oh, that's why his chest hurts. He does as you say and you quickly get to work.

"all done, how does it feel?", you ask. He touches around his chest and gives a swift thumbs up. "great, you wanna sleepover?", his face drops:" you shouldn't let some stranger sleepover at your house-", you pull a face, while standing up to get a second pair of blankets:" my boyfriend isn't a stranger". "You- you know?" you pat the place beside you on the bed:" of course, you aren't sly, kenny".

shit.

[kniveschaudefender]

Heeyyy:3 can you do Wallace wells with a nerdy male reader? Specifically a video game nerd? The reader can ramble on about video games and Wallace just sits there thinking “i love this loser so much.” thank u ^^!!!

Wallace Wells x GamerNerd! Reader

(male reader !!! )

i LOVE this request. i love wallace sm and ive been waiting for someone to request something for him !!!! ^_^ especially as a video game nerd this works amazing for me (also sorry for not posting school has been eating me)

I honestly feel like he was never a huge game guy, he was always more into movies and shows

But after he met you, he was willing to give them more of a chance

He knows a tiny bit, just because of Scott and the whole Sonic and Pac-Man thing he has going on

He tries to make converstation about it because he knows its your thing

But in the end he just prefers to hear you talk about them, giving little “yeah” and “mhm”s every once in a while so you know he’s listening

He loves seeing how happy you get about talking about them

If theres a game / game series you really like, he’ll do some research on it (he’ll do research anyway doesnt matter how much you like it)

Going back to the movies preference thing rq !!

If theres movie(s) for the game that you’re talking about, just know you’re gonna watch it at some point

Even if the movies aren’t actually that good, he likes the idea of interpreting something you like in to something he likes

Also extra points if they’re mutliplayer

Gives him a chance for the experience

But his favorite thing from all of this is probably hearing you ramble about the games, not only does he learn about the games but he gets to hear you talk about stuff you like !

So win win 1!1!!

Also remember that whole ‘sugar daddy’ thing he had with Scott ??

Yeah you’re getting the same thing (Probably better too)

He’ll buy you merch, get you different editions of the game, whatever it has to do with them he’s in on

But, in the end he just loves you to death, hearing you talk about the things you like makes him the happiest

[smittenbyvillains]

Yandere Character Headcannons

Warnings: do I need to say?

Valtor first sees you - He wants you. You were innocent compared to him. He went ahead and got everything he needed for you. You were going to stay innocent.

Kidnapping/taking you - He took you while everyone around you was busy. He kept you in his room. You were heavily locked in and around his things so you got used to him. No one was allowed to touch his flower.

Wants from you - He wants you to love him. He wants you to take care of him but also for him to be the one to mainly do the caring. You will become his queen that he keeps to himself.

Extra - He would reward you for doing something he wanted. He made sure you had a diary. Valtor called you his kitten, his petal. You had everything you wanted as long as you behaved.

Lucius first sees you - He sees you as a young Professor assistant. You were working alongside Snape his friend. He was jealous of Snape. You were a beauty. To him, you were too sweet to be a Slytherin. Kidnapping/taking you - You fought hard against him. Showing how you could be a Slytherin. He liked the chase and hoped you would always keep it but also learn your place. Wants from you - He wants you to be the fire by his side. Wants you to be obeying his words and his wife. He wants to have a family with you. Most of all he wants the love and attention from you. Extra - He loves leaving marks for visitors to see. To him, you are more than property and also he can do whatever he wants. He makes sure you live up to the Slytherin name. He allows you to work but you have to live with him instead of in Hogwarts.