#yeah it's a self-insert move along

[eldritch-spouse]

Duality of a Cornerthing.

[spencerreidenjoyer]

MORE VIRGIN SPENCERRRRR

from the start | spencer reid x reader

Spencer's a nervous mess in your bed, but you like it.

wc: 1.7k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: puppy bf!spencer, virgin!spencer, early seasons!spencer, hookup, friends with benefits(?), dominant fem!reader, gratuitous use of petnames (baby, darling, etc. but it wouldn't be a minnie special without petnames), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

a/n: a weird dream of mine turned into a spencer self-insert (jk) so I wrote 1.7k words just to fuel my delusion. this is also a little birthday gift from me to all of you! i've hit 1000 followers (!!!!) on this little spencer blog of mine and i am so so grateful so the only thing i can do is write spencer smut to celebrate! also this lovely anon asked for virgin spencer and I literally cannot refuse (also crossposted to ao3)

You aren’t complaining, ending up in bed with Spencer Reid again. 

You’d met at a bar, the usually shy genius (according to his friends) coming out of his shell to talk to you, and it had ended in a couple of drinks and you making out with him against the wall in the back of the bar. 

You’d brought him home, fully expecting to fuck him. You’d gotten him into your bed when he’d confessed he’d never done anything like this before, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him you could tell. Instead, you’d given him a blowjob before he fell asleep in your bed after a long week on a case. The next morning he’d bashfully woken up to breakfast, and a promise that you’d like to see him again.

“It’ll be less intimidating like this,” you pet his cheek softly, before you turn over onto your hands and knees. You notice that Spencer doesn’t move, so you turn your head to look at him. 

Spencer frowns. “I thought– I wanted to see your face.”

“You’re sweet, darling,” you chuckle. “Come on. I promise this will be easier on you for your first time. You know what to do?” 

Spencer hums, his eyes shyly looking to your rear now. You’re on display for him, thick thighs framing the wetness of your pussy. You know he can’t take his eyes off you, his inexperience obvious and extremely arousing.

Spencer had been a bumbling mess as you’d kissed him, as you’d undressed each other, his hands trembling through it. “You know you can touch me, right?” You tease, and Spencer whines rather petulantly. “Take all the time you need, baby.”

Spencer’s large hands are on you, gentle on your skin. His hands pet you rather sweetly, over your hips and thighs, before he feels the softness of your ass under his palms. You hear his shallow breathing, and feel his thumbs spread you open. His breath hitches. 

You don’t say anything, patient as you let him explore your body. He touches you with an avid curiosity, like he wants to find out about everything that makes you tick, like he wants to commit the lines and curves of your body to memory. 

His movements slow like syrup, his touch moves to your cunt, sticky with your slick. His fingers slide over your pussy; along your folds, over your leaking hole. “I’m going to…” Spencer trails off, as he presses his index finger gently to your entrance. 

You moan as your head drops between your shoulders, with Spencer sliding a curious finger inside of you. He feels around, and it feels more like a medical exam than foreplay, but Spencer’s lack of experience still turns you on extremely. Spencer’s voice is strained. “You feel so warm. You’re so tight.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m not sure if you’re goin​​g to be able to fit,” you tease playfully, smiling as you look back at him. “You’re going to have to make it fit, won’t you?”

Spencer’s eyes are wide, and he swallows nervously. “Yes– Yes, ma’am.”

“Ugh, you’re so cute– Oh!” You gasp as Spencer’s finger presses into you insistently, nudging against your spongy walls, against the spot that makes you lose your mind. “Mm, right there, fuck–”

Being eager to please, Spencer does exactly that – he keeps fingering you, slow and steady, and waits for your approval. You’re basically melting as he fucks you on his fingers, and you only remember you have a bigger plan until he whimpers. “Hmm, baby?”

“I want to- I wanna taste you,” Spencer says, and you moan as his thumb nudges at your clit.

“You- You sure you can last long enough for foreplay?” You jab, but you shudder in a moan as Spencer rubs at your swollen clit with more intention, pleased with the way he takes you apart.  

Spencer scoffs. “I think I should ask you the same.”

“Eat me out, Spencer,” you demand. Spencer just gets his head between your thighs. 

You feel his mouth on your cunt, kissing you sweetly, moaning as he tastes you. His lips are soft and plush on your skin, his lower lip massaging at your clit as he eats you out. His tongue slides over your folds, wet noises coming from his mouth as he takes his time tasting you. 

“You’re stupidly good at this,” you moan, your face buried in his pillows as you’re barely able to keep yourself propped up. The pleasure Spencer gives you courses through your veins, electric from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You think you hear Spencer mumble a thank you, and the vibrations only make you moan even louder. 

You want to come right now, but you know it’ll be so much sweeter to orgasm when Spencer’s buried inside of you. You don’t know if he’ll be able to handle it, the hypersensitive, easily overwhelmed genius in your bed simply might lose his mind fucking you.

“Spencer, baby,” you coo. “Wanna- Need you to fuck me now, darling.”

A high whine leaves Spencer’s throat, and he’s quick to pull away from you, as fast as he’d put his mouth on you earlier. “Please! Please, I need to–”

You giggle, beckoning him to come closer to you. He leans over your frame until his face is close to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips, but Spencer is giddy as he kisses you back. He tries to trail after you as you pull away, and the sight is both adorable and extremely arousing. 

“You gonna fuck me good, baby?” You smile, feeling the hardness of his length pressed against your ass. 

“Yes– Yes, ma’am,” Spencer stammers, swallowing his anxieties. “Can- Can I?” 

“Please, baby,” you groan, your hand reaching behind you to grab Spencer’s cock. He whimpers as you tug as it roughly, your movements haphazard due to the angle, but you’re lining him up with your hole. “You know what to do.”

It doesn’t take much effort for Spencer to press his cock into you. There’s uncertainty in his movements, but it feels like heaven as your cunt practically swallows him in. He fills you up so perfectly, his thickness rubbing against your walls in just the right way until he’s buried to the hilt, his bony hips pressed against the fat of your ass. “Oh! That feels good, baby.”

You clench around him, relishing the feeling, and then you hear a pathetic little whine from Spencer. “Hurts,” he says, in a weak, wet voice, and you want to both coo at him and fuck his brains out. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you soothe. “I’ll make it feel better, yeah?” 

“Please,” Spencer whimpers. “Need you.”

You lift yourself off of Spencer for a moment, pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down on him. Spencer is big, not even knowing what he’s been gifted with when you had seen him for the first time. He fits so well inside of you, feeling so perfect as you fuck yourself on him. 

You would ask how he’s doing, but whimpers and moans liberally fall from his lips, and he’s holding onto your hips with a death grip, like he’ll lose all sense of himself if he isn’t holding onto you. His nails dig into your flesh, a delicious bite of pain through the pleasure of it all. 

“Pretty boy,” you groan. “You fill me up so good, holy fuck, oh my God–”

Spencer moans so loud your ears ring. “Feels good, so good, please–” 

“Fuck me, baby,” you gasp, your hips slowing on him. He chases after you like he can’t control himself, as he starts to thrust into you. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck.”

Spencer whines again, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you. His hips slap against your ass hurriedly, eagerly, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. “Fuck, oh, God–”

“You’re so deep inside of me, baby,” you groan, barely able to keep your voice steady. You reach for his hand, guiding it to splay out against your lower stomach, where his cock bulges with every thrust. He practically sobs. “You feel so good, darling.”

“Think– I’m gonna– Hhrghh– I’m not gonna last long,” Spencer finally gets the thought out, his genius clearly and understandably slashed when he’s buried in warm, wet pussy. You feel kind of proud of that. 

“Cum, baby,” you groan, not unaffected by Spencer’s eager, frantic fucking. “Inside of me.”

He lets out a pathetic little sob, one that turns you to no end, and then you feel Spencer coming inside, his load hot and messy as it paints your walls, filling you up. You clench around him at the feeling, so heady and overwhelming, and Spencer’s little whine at the pressure has you orgasming too. It’s a new kind of high, a perfect storm of pleasure filling every bone in your body. 

Spencer is warm and heavy as he half-falls on top of you, a sweetness to his movements as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you but begins to soften. Your arms and legs feel like jelly, but you manage to coax him to lay down. His arms sling around your waist to hold you, and the position is surprisingly intimate. 

“Thank you,” he says breathlessly. You turn around in his grasp, letting Spencer’s cock slip out of you. He whines a little, but smiles when you look up at him. Spencer repeats, sounding more earnest. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, baby,” you say, smiling, and lean forward to kiss him. It’s sweet, no heat behind it as you press your lips to his. Spencer seems to appreciate the affection, his thumb tracing little circles into your hip. “You were really good. Was that good for you too?”

“Couldn’t you tell from how fast and how hard I came?” Spencer laughs, seeming a bit shy. 

You coo, your hand cupping his cheek. “Even if you did, it was extremely endearing.”

“I think you just like corrupting me or something,” Spencer smiles, quirking his eyebrow.

You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. “Maybe I do.”

[katstarry]

no one noticed

eddie munson x reader

part i

masterlist ☆

part ii | part iii

summary: being paired up for a project with eddie leads to a beautiful friendship, it's inevitable that you gain a crush.

warnings: PINING, slow burn, fluff, slight self-deprecating thoughts?, reader is an academic achiever/seeks academic validation kinda (self insert lmaoo), reader has long hair, the upside down doesn't exist here, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: this is longer than i expected it to be, maybe i'll even make a small series of this :3 lmk if you guys would be interested!

feedback + reblogs are appreciated! ☆

the morning started out as it always does.

your alarm wakes you up, you get ready for school, say goodbye to your mom, and maybe grab a quick snack before heading out and driving to school. the usual routine.

it's your senior year, it's supposed to be the best year of high school. though, so far it has been very disappointing. you blame yourself for not being as extroverted as you hoped to be during your freshman year, now you don't have as many friends as middle school you had envisioned.

but you do have robin.

she's been your closest friend throughout the years, having met her in freshman year in the library, where you spent your lunchtime at, and you're okay with just having one close friend. you've come to peace with that. robin has been the bestest friend you've ever had, she's became a confidant, and you never have to put up a front with her. it's easy to talk to her, she has that sort of power somehow. what usually takes you a few weeks to become comfortable with someone new, it had only been a mere few days before being totally comfortable with robin.

as you walk into the school, you walk to your locker, seeing her right beside it.

"hey robin," you smile at her as she moves out the way for you, "good morning."

she returns your smile with her shoulder to the locker beside your own, one bookbag strap hanging from the other, "goood morning!"

you grab the materials you need for the first class of the day, "what's got you so happy this early?" you yawn.

robin shrugs, "can't a woman just be happy to see her best friend?"

rolling your eyes playfully, "of course you can!" you smirk at her, closing the locker and adjusting your bag on your shoulder, "...but maybe it has to do with a certain bandmate of yours?" you whisper.

she gasps, whispering back, "what! no. definitely not, definitely did not talk to her just a few minutes ago."

you laugh as the bell rings, signaling the start of the day.

"guess i'll see you at lunch?"

she nods, "can we go to the cafeteria today instead of the library? forgot my lunch today, woke up late."

you both begin to walk to the direction of your classes, "yeah that's fine, see you there!" giving her a side hug, you both go your separate ways.

it's now your class before lunch, history.

the day has felt longer than usual. you can't wait for it to be over and have your after school nap.

dropping your bag beside your desk, you sit and take out your notebook for the class.

the other students come walking in, he sits in his usual spot behind you.

you sit up straighter, god i'm so embarrassing.

usually, you hate having to have people sit behind you. it always feels like their watching your every move. of course, it's not true, but you can't help but think it. it's why you always sit in the back. but unfortunately, those seats were taken when you had walked in the first day of this class.

it's even worse when you think the person behind you is cute.

you move your hair to your shoulders, hoping it covers the sight to your notebook. you're just shading in the margins.

you look up when the teacher gets up from his desk, class is about to start.

"alright class, let's get started."

he walks over to the door and shuts it, and begins taking attendance.

"well, for today it'll be fairly easy. you won't hear me talk much today," the class let's out sighs of relief, the jocks who get along with him laugh playfully, "alright, alright. you won't be doing that after what i tell you."

oh no. you already know what he's about to say.

"we'll be doing a project! you'll be grouped up in pairs." immediately people begin to look at one another, already knowing who they want to be paired with, you look around, you don't really talk to anyone in that class. though, nancy wheeler has been kind to you, hopefully she'd want to pair up with you. but probably not, since barb and jonathan is in this class too. you can still hope though. any of them!

"before you get excited, i'll be the one assigning groups. it'll be at random."

now, the class really does let out sounds of disappointment and dissatisfaction.

"i told you, you wouldn't like it!" he laughs and clears his throat and goes back to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and going back to leaning on his podium.

"alright, let's see here." he goes on to list the pairings, you anxiously wait for your name to be called.

please. please, please, pair me with nancy. or barb. or jonathan.

"nancy wheeler and-" please! "barbara holland."

well, okay. that's fine, who else is left? you'd been so caught up in waiting for your name that you hadn't kept up with who was called and who hasn't. jonathan! he hasn’t been called yet. please, please, please-

"y/n l/n and-" oh shit, that's you. "eddie munson."

oh shit, he's behind you.

the girl in front of you turns around and whispers to you, "good luck."

should you turn around? if you don't what if he thinks you're upset about being paired with him? you should probably turn around, the teacher keeps listing names, and you look back briefly.

he's already looking at you and you awkwardly make eye contact; you give a small smile and turn back around. okay that wasn't so bad right? dang it. you've tried your hardest to not talk to him. but if you think someone's cute you should want to talk to them, right? wrong. you never know what to say when you like someone, how can you even like someone without talking to them? you don't know, but it happened anyway. and now you're basically being forced to talk to him.

robin's going to love this.

"okay, now that you know who your partners are, i'll talk about what this project will be about. you and your partners will come up with a topic, it'll have to be a significant part of history. you'll make a presentation where both will have to speak in front of the class. you can bring in photos, poster boards, anything to aid the presentations. it's not necessary, but it could earn you extra points!"

he looks over to the clock on the wall, "... i'll give you until the end of class, which is about," he looks down to his wristwatch to double check, "40 minutes from now, to come up with a topic, come to my desk to let me know you've come up with something before leaving class, please."

clapping his hands together, he sighs, "alright! pair up!"

everyone begins to move to be with their partners, darn it. all you have to do is turn around. it's not that big a deal. as nervous as you are to talk to eddie, your grade matters more than a silly crush.

you turn around in your seat, grabbing your notebook and putting it in your lap. finally looking up you see him tapping his pencil on his desk, also looking up. the awkward eye contact again, awkward to you at least.

okay. maybe you can fail one project.

who are you kidding, your parents would look at you crazy if you came home with a failing grade.

"hey." you finally say, giving him another shy smile. god damn it why are you so awkward.

he nods, "hey." he leans onto his elbows, looking away, "it's alright if you wanna switch partners y'know? or if you wanna work alone, or something."

you look at him in surprise, "no! it's fine. i don't mind working with you, sorry if i gave that impression." furrowing your eyebrows, dang it maybe your nervousness made him think that.

he looks back to you, "really? i wouldn't want to bring your grade down, straight A student." he smiles. okay, now he's just messing with you.

you can't help the heat that rushes to your cheeks, so he must know about you then? how does he know that?

"funny that you think i would let that happen." you laugh.

he leans back onto his chair, arms now crossed on the table. "alright then, are you sure you wanna be my partner, then?" he looks at you, eyebrows raised.

"yes, i'm sure." you now lean on his desk, arms also crossed.

"do you have any ideas for our topic?" you grab the notebook from your lap, grab a pencil, and put it in between you both on the desk.

he sits up now, leaning on the desk, mirroring your actions.

oh no, he's close now, breathe.

he scratches the back of his neck, "uh... not really."

"alright, that's fine. uhm," you look at the clock, "we have about 35? 30? minutes, so we have time. we should just pick a few things and then we can pick the one we like best, yeah?" you write in your notebook, ideas, and underline it. you look back up and find eddie looking down at your notebook before looking back up as well.

"yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

you tap your pencil and bite your lip, thinking.

"hmm... we could do like the great depression or something." you murmur and write it down.

as you have your head down to write it, you miss eddie's panicked gaze. he's never really had much care for these types of things since usually whoever he's partnered with doesn't even bother talking to him and do it all themselves, doesn't even give him the chance to contribute. he quickly tries to think so that he can add something too.

"uh, the- what about the american revolution? or something? i dunno."

you look back up, "yeah! you wanna write that?"

you offer the pencil to him, "sure." he takes it, turning the notebook towards him, feeling a bit insecure about his handwriting compared to yours that's above his own. it isn't the neatest, and he never really cared about it, but he can't help it when you look at him like that.

the rest of the time goes by like that, going back and forth with ideas, your notebook page filled with both your handwriting.

"okay, we have like 10 minutes left. do you have a favorite?"

you tilt your head as you wait for an answer.

"uh," he bites his lip as he looks down at the list, "the invention of the printing press?" to be honest he just picked a random one.

"cool! i'm alright with that." you smile as you put a small star beside the idea.

"hmm... would you want to do a poster board? or anything?"

no, honestly he would not. but he looks at you and can tell that you really would, anything that would earn extra points, right? he smiles.

"i wouldn't mind it. i could buy the stuff for it." he doesn't have the money for it, but he'll just have to sell more of his stuff for it.

"really? no that's okay, i'm the one that wanted to do it."

"nooo," he gives you a pointed look, playfully scolding you, "i'll buy it. what do we need for that?" he plays with the end of his hair twisting it in front of his face. a nervous habit of his, you make him nervous. not that you realize.

"well, the board, some markers, we could use mine since i already have some, and some glue. we could print out the stuff we need at the library, once we find out whatever we need to print."

"alrighty then. we made a lot of progress today then, huh? i'm the best partner you could have! we're really an unstoppable duo, right here." he puts his hand up for a high-five.

you give him the high-five, ignoring the tingly feeling on your hand, and it wasn't from the impact.

"oh yeah, totally." you laugh.

"i don't like that tone." he squints at you.

"what do you mean? i'm serious! we are the best duo." you smile.

"alright, i believe you." he smiles and stretches.

the bell rings, and it feels like suddenly the day went by too fast now.

you stand and grab your things, writing your names on an index card and the topic for the project.

eddie stands as well, about to say something but you beat him to it.

"let's go turn in our topic."

he usually is out the door when they do this, okay.

you both walk to the teachers desk, you smile and give him the index card.

he takes it and looks up with a smile, "great topic!" he looks over at eddie, "hopefully she rubs off on you!"

you frown and look over at eddie, who gives him a sarcastic smile and nod.

you both walk out the classroom, "do you have lunch after this?" he asks.

you stop in your tracks, about to walk to the cafeteria to meet robin.

"yeah i do, do you?"

"yup." he smiles and walks beside you, making your way to the cafeteria.

"y'know i was always scared to talk to you." he gives you a side eye, before looking straight again.

"what? of me?" you look over at him incredulously.

"oh, totally. thought you were scary, y'know being a smarty pants and all."

ah, so he's messing with you. again.

"ha ha," you roll your eyes, though you're smiling, "very funny."

"you know those candies? what're they called? smarties? yeah, that's you."

"what? it's a candy!" you laugh.

"so? that's still you."

"okay, okay. i'm not that smart alright?" you shake your head, still smiling. you can't stop smiling.

he looks at you like you're crazy. "you're kidding, right? don't you have like, the highest grade in the class?"

you shrug, feeling shy. "could be better, though."

the cafeteria is in view now, and you desperately need to change the subject. "well, guess this is where we go our separate ways." you sigh dramatically.

"i guess so." he breaks eye contact and looks around, "you could uh, sit at our table. if you want."

"oh! uh... i wouldn't want to bother-" "you wouldn't be."

you smile at him and he swears he can hear his heat beating out his chest right now.

"thank you. but i was gonna meet with my friend robin. i'll see you tomorrow in class, though."

"right, yeah, that's fine. see you tomorrow." he opens the door to the cafeteria and dramatically makes way for you to pass through.

you wave him goodbye as he makes way to his groups table, you see robin at your usual spot.

oh you aren't going to hear the end of this.

[anjee0]

Pretty blue dress and lingerie

Eminem x Female!reader (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Y/n comes from a girl's night and shows Marshall her new lingerie set.

Warnings - Smut, oral sex, a little bit of fluff.

“Marshall, I'm home!” Y/n called out at she stepped in to the house. There was so response so she presumed that Marshall was in their room.

Y/n had just come back from a long girls night. Her and her friends went out to the club, had a few drinks, partied and caught up with each other. Overall, she had a great time but she missed her husband so much and couldn't wait to jump into his arms.

She made her way into their room and saw Marshall sitting in bed, reading one of his comics. He heard the door opening and looked up to see Y/n. He smiled at the sight of her.

“Hey babe. When did you get home?” He asked.

“Just now. You didn't hear me when I got inside.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“It's fine. Don't sweat it.”

Y/n stood in front of her mirror as she started to take her jewellery off.

“I know I already said this before you left but, you look really beautiful in that dress. It's suits you.” Marshall said, with a soft smile on his face.

Y/n was wearing a dark blue dress that showed off her curves and right amount of her leg. It had small shiny gems decorated on it, giving it a beautiful sparkle. 

“Thank you, Marshall.”

“You should wear it around the house.”

Y/n chuckled. “I would if it wasn't so uncomfortable.”

She slowly took of the dress as it fell down her body, revealing the dark blue lacey lingerie she had underneath. 

“Is that a new set?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah. I got it 3 days ago. Do you like it?”

“I love it. Come here, let me take a closer look.” He said as he got up to sit in the edge of the bed.

Y/n smirked, as she moved over to Marshall and cupped his face. He kissed her stomach then slowly set her on his lap. 

Y/n kissed him passionately and leaned into him more. She moaned at the feeling of Marshall's bulge pressed against her already soaking pussy. She started rocking her hips against Marshall as she moaned into his neck.

“I need you.” She moaned into his ear.

Marshall didn't waste any time and immediately threw her onto to the bed. He took of his shirt, revealing his chest and his toned abs and muscles.

He took off Y/n's bra and started massaging her breasts. He sucked her nipple whilst twisting the other one. Y/n arched her back and moaned in pleasure.

Marshall cupped her clothed core and smirked at how wet she already was.

“You're so wet for me, huh?” Marshall said with a low, husky voice.

He continued to suck harder on Y/n's nipples as she took off Marshall's pants and boxers, leaving him naked. He took off her panties slowly and lined his dick up with her entrance.

He inserted himself into Y/n, making her moan loudly and arch her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and ran her hands through his hair.

Marshall started thrusting into her, starting off gentle and then quickly getting faster and faster. Y/n was a moaning mess, she felt tears rolling out her eyes at the sensation.

He sucked and licked on Y/n's neck and grazed his teeth against her soft skin. He left a trail of hickeys along her neck and collarbone.

“Fuck baby. You're so tight.” Marshall growled as his eyes darkened.

The thrusts became harder and harder, he was practically slamming into her walls now. Y/n met her lips with Marshall's and kissed him passionately. Soon enough, his thrusts became more sloppier, indicating that he was close.

“Marshall, I'm gonna cum.” Y/n moaned as felt her self closer and closer to her climax.

“Cum for me baby.”

And with just those words, she came right there while screaming Marshall's name. She was suddenly thankful that their house was in a more private area, away from a lot people. 

Marshall came right after her and groaned into her neck. He pulled out of her and gave her a droopy smile. He moaned softly at the sight of his girl. Her hair was messy, her makeup was sweating off and she looked so exhausted. But she was smiling, feeling high from her orgasm.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” He said.

Marshall got a hit shower ready for them so they could clean up. They both hopped in and held each other close, embracing each other's warmth and love.

Marshall kissed Y/n's hickeys and then started to move down her body at a steady pace. He reach her thighs and started kissing dangerously close to her pussy.

She spread her legs slightly and blushed out of embarrassment when she realised that she was already getting wet for Marshall again.

“Needy, huh, babe?” Marshall teased.

He held onto her thighs and started kissing the folds of her vagina and soon enough, sucking on it. Y/n dug her nails into Marshall's shoulders as she moaned at the feeling of his tongue on her core. 

He inserted a finger in, then two and slowly started moving. The combination of his tongue and two fingers moving through Y/n's folds had her spinning into a spiral.

Soon enough, he added another finger in and quickened his pace. He continued to suck and lick harder.

“Baby, I'm close.” Y/n moaned.

“Cum for me baby.” 

Y/n came whilst moaning Marshall's name softly this time. He stood up and her eyes immediately caught attention of his beard and lips, glistening with her juices. She kissed him, tasting herself on her tongue.

Marshall and Y/n curled up in bed with each other, holding each other close and dear to each other.

“You were so good.” Y/n praised.

“Thanks babe. Up for round 2 tomorrow morning?”

“You know I am.” She responded with a smirk.

And just like that, they fell asleep peacefully in each other's arms.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. I hope it was good :)

[spinstertheuncommon]

Gotham's sewist- meet the robin | reader insert

Series master list

Disclaimers: use of y/n, no gendered terms for reader, no real romance but maybe later down the line for the story, not following any real comic lore, just my brain, lowercase because I'm lazy, reader is over Bruce's shit but he hasn't even begun. Reader does not know who batman is below the mask yet

note: reader has a non specific physical disability that affects their knee strength. they use an ambulatory cane on high pain days, but can walk without it. this is purely self indulgent.

Timeline: Reader and Bruce are 26

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"you're kidding me, right?"

you sit, staring up at the looming shadow in front of you, only illuminated by the streetlight behind him. not even the desk lamp you were hunched over could reach is face, but then again he was a wall of a man.

"i trust you can make it for him?"

you blink, dumbfounded, "i mean, yeah i can make it, but with little due respect, that,” you point, “is a child! he's like, 10 and you want me to make him a suit?!"

"I'm 12!" the small boy shoots up, bouncing over from the display wall of buttons and trims, coming over to rest his head on your desk.

"I-hun, that doesn't make it any better," you sigh. you don't want to break this little boys heart, but can you really endorse a child going out to fight crime? even if under the wing of the batman?

speaking of, batman leans further into the light, either to intimidate or level with you, but at this point you've moved passed any point of fear. you've seen this man in just a cowl and boxers to draft several patterns, he has nothing on you. and you know he hates it.

"you will be paid more than fairly, just name your rate"

"4 billion"

"done"

"wait, what?" you were being facetious, but from the half of his face you could see, this man was not playing. how the fuck does this man make money?

while processing this, batman had already pulled out a check book. you dive over the desk, "no, nononono no, B, i was kidding i wasn't serious, i just... do you have any plans..? inspiration..? a starting point..?" i can't believe i'm agreeing to this.

"I DO I DO!! Here!" the kid shoved a drawing in your face. it was one of those print outs to decorate a ginger bread man you’d see in school libraries, but had the brightest crayon colours all over it. a big banner covered the top of the page, in very neat writing, but still with the charm of a child's hand . it read 'robin' with 'hood' scratched out beside it. with green shoes, a big yellow cape, a hat with a feather, a red tunic and-

"what colour did you want the pants to be, hun?"

"I don't want any! i want a leotard!"

you sit, silently blubbering like a fish. once you had some semblance of comprehension, you immediately flick to the bat.

you're letting him go out, with no pants? the amount of time over the last 3 years you've spent with him, he should be well aware of what you say with your eyes.

and he was.

and he did nothing about it. he had the audacity to shrug.

you right about jumped out of your seat to strangle this man. you don't care if you're knee gives out, and you really don't care who he was, he needed someone out there to smack some sense into him, and if it was you, it will be you (you would later find out that someone was trying to, but B is as stubborn as he is quiet).

"mm ok, how bout i cut you a deal, hun? can we settle on some tights?"

he thought about it. he thought hard about it. he thought so hard his face scrunched along with it. he thought so hard you were sure he had stopped breathing and was about to turn blue.

"kid, i ca-"

"OKAY!!" he almost nocks himself over with how aggressively he threw his head back. this is the kid the bat wants to take out? i mean, if this is the energy he has at 2am then i guess?

you really didn't know anymore. but you're not out there, and the crime has gone down since batman jumped on the scene, and you're not the one in the kevlar spandex suit.

no,

you just make the kevlar spandex suits.

But money's tight.

no one buys from a 26 year old sewist with student debts up to their ears. no one comes to a shop so close to crime alley to fix their high priced suits and dresses, or commission one, carting wads of money thieves can sniff on their collars.

money's tight.

so you offer up 800 dollars.

he's a small kid, it won't cost much on your side.

the bat slides you a check, one you've seen before. always anonymous, and always twice as much as you offer.

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Hello!

This is like, my first fanfic that is actually seeing public light, so that's cool.

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Thanks for reading!

-Spinster

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[awbublie]

wait my mc lore just dropped 🙀🙀

mc lore is here >.< fret not!!

they are a glorified self-insert i am shameless and will insert myself into my favorite media!!!

though she isn't a complete rip-off of me, maybe like 60% me

though i do love napco figurines

(edit: im so stupid and thought mx stood for mexican😭😭😓)

relationship charts!!!

caught mc on a good day!:

essentially means mc got a higher score than 60 on a test and just got a sweet treat.

feeling like contributing to society, she helps this rando return a phone.

seven:

both work with computers, he's just levels ahead of them.

inferiority complex kicks in til he starts helping her with assignments and omg im in love with this man.

likes his jokes and his robots are sooooo cool, "you think you can make one look like this? :3" insert image

calls him so he can practice his english and she can practice her korean.

the flirty banter really kicks up and they get their hopes up

gets butthurt day 8 when he turns them down.

jaehee:

desperate for female friends mc is overly-sweet and clingy.

jaehee is overwhelmed and explains in order for them to be proper friends time is needed.

they are now bonding over coffee beans and how mc brought some from her last Mexico trip

i WANT THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER SO BAD

yoosung:

misses her siblings so he's the closest to a little brother.

finds out guys don't typically like that when you tell them that, especially if they are older.

they make up and bond over their no-life life

trains in LOLOL for the next couple days bc DANG IT SHE WILL PLAY IN HIS LOBBYS!!!!

share shoujo recs

zen:

when he flirts at first, her heart flutters.

till jaehee gives her the warning, and atp jaehees word is bible

finds him silly but like in a older man kind of way

finds his costumes interesting and asks about the type of fabrics they use

during 707 route, she leans into the whole big sister zen and LOVES IT

jumin:

not too big with rich people and was quick to form an opinion

finds out ab Elizabeth and everything that they had thought gets thrown out the window WHAT A NICE MAN!

til shes asking about the area and he says something along the lines of "why move to a country you know nothing about? You are simply asking to fail. "

YEAH HES RIGHT BUT HE DIDNT HAVE TO SAY THATTT 😭😭😭

is bitter for the next 2 days before she gets over it

caught mc on a bad day!:

felt with the daddy issues (we cannot control our fathers we have nothing to do with our father's errors they do not define what we do or who we become we can disagree with them and still love them)

the professor was moving too quickly during class, her computer was working, she fell behind and her brain is fried. it feels like it's been happening more and more....honestly it feels easier just to rot in bed sleeping.

getting a random message just worsens her mood. "i cant even help myself and im supposed to help you?" rolling over to try to make sense of the class notes.

saeran:

got kidnapped and had their laptop open

"you follow me on github?"

mc BEGS for him to teach them everything he knows

ends up becoming an intern and moving their classes online

but wait...this guy is lwk kinda cute....

and he's taking the time to teach me??? >.<

blind to their situation mc follows instructions and fufills small tasks

saeran gives her badge "ID:10T"

cleaning his code to filling up the office waterbottle, all in payment for bootcamp-saeran™

V:

reminds her of a teacher she had once, ick

finds him to be kind of a doormat, but so is she

doesn't enjoy seeing how others might view her

(707 route bc i forgot to mention him there) can't help but feel sorry for him, she may not trust him but i mean cmon they can't help but feel bad dude lost his fiance and now seems like he can't keep his life together

rika:

again, desperate for female friends, but this one IS SO DIFFERENT

this is like when you make eye contact with someone of a similar group and you kinda expect automatic friendship but they are cold to you

mc is either ignorant of mint eyes operations or is slowly being indoctrinated, they don't meet rika very often.

they form a kind of bitterness towards her, rooted in her insecurities

"how can someone be so loved?" "how can someone just 'create' a world of their own" "whats so special about her, i'd be able to do something like that too"

by only hearing of her through saeran they feel so insignificant to her influence, it weakens them

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 3

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

surprise sunday double drop!

insert the mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry meme here

dressed for success, armor on, time to do what she does best.

the way she visibly shrinks and trembles at the salem seven watching her. this coward is so terrified of dying and having to face her wife and son.

NO THEY ARE NOT WELCOME BILLY. WE'RE GONNA KILL THEM BILLY

look at how agatha's body language changes as soon as the others arrive. she's doing the thing!

lilia hasn't eaten in three days. she's poor, okay. her bed is literally inside her wall. (jen is mirroring agatha, interesting! they're both on high alert)

"High Priestess." Immense spiritual power, unwilling or unable to use it. meanwhile, future!lilia is sitting at the tarot table, looking for her coven through time. Unwilling or unable is a funny way to describe Jen's situation, I need to think about it a bit more.

she heard the Ballad, jen. you might even say she wrote it, jen. lol all her crime scene pictures are walls and gardens and random street corners.

look at the symmetry in this shot, it's beautifully composed. alice leaning against the door, a bit shy

I can't get over how agatha takes a moment to feel the weight of what she's about to do to sharon. the girls want a green witch and rio is out of the question, so sharon has to be sacrificed in her place, simple as that. a complete innocent. agatha is about to kill her.

branded is such a violent word too. as if the people of westview were cattle.

how lonely she's been since her husband died. how thrilled and glad she is to be invited to a party. I have very strong feelings about sharon and I'm gonna destroy you with them, don't you worry.

agatha's fake smile fades the moment she's alone. and you know the recurring joke about her forgetting sharon's name and calling her mrs. hart? it's on purpose, and it's demeaning, and it's a way to distance herself from her guilt. she does that with Tommy's name too. if sharon is a joke, maybe her death won't be so wrong. as if she's hurting a caricature rather than a real person.

agatha doesn't want billy anywhere near the crossfire

sharon took her purse but forgot to take off her gardening apron

future!lilia jumps back in time for a second to let us know she doesn't appreciate elphabagatha straddling her. couldn't be me.

BILLY HAS ALWAYS BEEN LINKED TO RABBITS AND SEÑOR SCRATCHY AND NICKY. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

nicky's bell!

lilia always singing backup is both hilarious and in character tbh. agatha would think she deserves to be lead singer. lilia would think she's undeserving despite literally sounding like patti lupone and being the most powerful witch around

(has there been anything from the costume department about lilia's necklace and vest decorations? they look fascinating)

herb, my guy. it's time to move to eastview or smth

there is absolutely NO REASON for agatha to be that intense. she is not doing any real magic, she's playing a part and being cheesy about it as usual

yeah, sorry girls. you are all great singers and harmonize together beautifully, but like. you know. patti lupone. she's on another plane of existence. like I said perfectly in character! lilia is that bitch!! be glad she has a heart of gold and the self-confidence of a shoelace, or she would literally be ruling a couple galaxies at this point

oh, alice, sweetie. while agatha is faking emotion, alice's tears are so real and painful. what's worse, agatha's feelings about the song are just as deep and complex, but she won't let herself feel them. especially not in front of other people.

gasp! how DARE YOU ma'am! lol they were all speechless for a moment at the intimacy they just shared and now they are deflecting

oooh Agatha trying to get a rise out of them calls Lilia a coward, jen a fraud and alice a disappointment. We have our lion, scarecrow and tin man.

well someone's panicking

well well well how the turntables

lmao billy going agathaahahahahahaha

kudos for making the salem seven so creepy on zero budget tbh

agatha looks at the Road, looks at the blue magic, looks at Billy. and you know what I think? this is when she knew. right from the start. that this is Billy, Wanda's Billy, and that he created this. Her heart is still pounding in panic, she cannot believe she's still alive. She could call the kid out immediately, but she still hasn't got what she wanted: the others' powers. and she has learned the hard way how dangerous chaos magic is, so she chooses to lay low and study the situation a little more. she is always, always scheming and studying and improvising, she is bullshitting when she takes off her shoes, needs to pretend she knows what's going on.

toto we're not in kansas etc etc. dear lord these scenes are so infuriatingly dark. it's gonna be a bitch to brighten them.

and that's it for episode two! next we look at sharon's tragic demise. shoutout to @73chn1c0l0rr3v3l for always being first to like and reblog, thank you!

go to episode 3 part 1

[lb-secret-shh]

Trafalgar Law x AFAB Reader/Self insert (the art below is the self insert but the writing is x reader)

SMUT 🔞 Established romantic relationship, reader is making a goof and being a little shit, I haven’t written smut in actual years please be kind,

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The deep short thrusts hit you just right from the tall lithe man positioned behind you. Sounds of your arousals mixing together in the wet squelch of your pussy taking him were accompanied by the soft moans and whines from the two of you. On your hands and knees you couldn't help but arch your back and fall into the soft pillow before you, clinging to it in building ecstasy and pressing your ass into his hips in the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Ah- C-captain," Each motion causing his tip to rub against your cervix and his balls to tap against your clit brought you closer and closer to your high, your brain getting hazier the closer you got.

A deep chuckle rumbled behind you and you felt Law's slender hands move from their grip on your hips to the space beside your head, the tips of his fingers dancing along the skin of your sides before finding their purchase there. His movements inside you never ceasing all the while. The heat of his chest radiated on your back as his lips placed tender kisses against the base of your neck to the shell of your ear.

"We're a little past Captain and Subordinate, don't you think?" You could hear the cocky smile on his lips as his words dripped sultry and sarcastic against your ear. His words snapped you right out of your haze.

The sudden jolt from you caused him to stutter his motions, taken off guard and leaning back a bit. With a quick movement onto your elbows, pressing your back into his chest, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him with wide eyes and a stupid smile.

"Gasp! Are we friends?!?" Your eyes twinkled with a mischievous glee, enjoying the shift from a look of surprise, to his usual look of an unamused grimace when you've said something truly stupid. A warm hand pushed your head back down onto the pillow with a soft fwup, eliciting a string of giggles from you.

"Shut up," Despite his demeanor his words held no bite, and you could have sworn you heard his smile. The hand atop your head soothed through your hair then leaned down and placed a few kisses against your shoulder, then against your temple on the side of your face not smothered in the pillow. "You're so annoying." He peppered a few more kisses to the side of your face before meeting your lips in a tender kiss. You shifted with him, turning more on your side, extending one leg between his own, flush with the mattress. In the movement he slid out of you eliciting a soft groan from both parties, and lifted your other leg over his hips. Pressing himself back into you, you both relished in the slick warmth of the other that was momentarily lost. With his lips against yours he began his movements again, this time deep long slow thrusts, enjoying the drag of his cock squeezed so lovingly by your walls. Each time he bottomed out he'd rock his hips into you, rubbing his tip against that sweet spot deep inside, making you whine into his mouth and run your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," you mumbled between deep sweet kisses. "But I have a funny feeling you might like it." Your whimpers and moans mixed with giggles and the only response you got was a deep hum and a slight smile on his lips against yours.

(My warm up for today and yesterday was sketching then cleaning this piece)

[jinftranda]

Words I Wasn’t Able To Tell You ✧⁠*⁠。

CHAPTER 1

Synopsis: You were transported to another universe along with Ekko and Heimerdinger. Let’s just say that you didn’t expect Sevika to be your close friend in this universe, especially after she betrayed you.

Content: mu!Reader x au!Sevika, self insert : p, friends to lovers, sfw (i’ll just edit this shit if i forget something) 1st au so plz be nice 🙏

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter ??

“You better hurry up ’cause Vander’s gonna kill us!”

“Yeah, yeah. Let me touch up real quick.”

“We haven’t even left your house yet, come on!”

“If you keep complaining I’ll move slower!”

“Alright. Just hurry up, we promised him to show up early, we were already behind the time we agreed to meet him.”

“Just wait here.” she then enters the bathroom with her make-up pouch. She grabbed a pressed powder from her bag and tapped away the oil on her face.

“Haggard where?” she puts down the powder inside her bag and starts posing in front of the mirror.

“Hey, I can hear you from here!”

“Ugh! I’ll be out in a sec.”

She leans forward to take a closer look at herself in the mirror.

‘Need to start wiping this shit up’ she said to herself after using her index finger to wipe off dust in front of the mirror.

The longer she looks at the mirror, the weirder her reflection starts looking.

She hears a distorted noise that causes her to lean on the counter.

She kept repeating “shit” from under her breath.

If a distorted noise wasn’t enough, she hears a ringing in her ears.

“Hey, you said that you’ll be touching up. Are you doing a ritual?”

“N-not f-funny” the woman inside the bathroom uses her hands to cover up her ears. “UGH FUCKING DIPSHIT.”

“What’s going on inside there?”

The ringing and distorted noise kept getting louder, she pressed her hands harder on her ears in an attempt to make the noise stop.

She then hears a loud bloodcurdling scream.

“Hey, we’re already late. Stop messing around!”

She got no response.

“I’m in no mood for this, Vander’s gonna fucking kill us!”

You open your eyes and the first thing you see is a huge bathroom mirror in front of you. You started touching your face, neck, hair, clothes, and eventually your arms. You looked down at your arms and onto your hands, you flipped the back of your hands to see your palms. You were interrupted when you heared the bathroom door slammed and the person grunts.

“What’s taking you so long?” the woman who barged into the bathroom complains to you.

The woman pants and looks at you “What happened to you?” she asks.

Sevika?

Your eyes open in shock.

You started looking at her face, hair, and clothes. You noticed her left arm.

“W-what h-happened to your arm?” you pointed at her left arm, where a mechanical arm is supposed to be placed at.

“Nothing?” Sevika replied to you with a scoff and irritated look. Your mouth gaped at her answer. “You.. didn’t lose it?“ you ask her.

“Why would I loose it?” Sevika retorted with an annoyed tone. “Are you just gonna stare and ask me questions or what?”

Sevika walks towards you but you grab a makeup brush inside the pouch you saw on the counter. You held the brush near her face when she was about to get close to you. Sevika immediately distanced her face from the brush and looked at you with confusion.

“What’s going on?”

“D-don’t come near me!” you screamed at her. Sevika gives you a confused look at you and walks backward with her hands up in the air as if she’s been caught stealing.

You looked again in front of the mirror.

You stared at your appearance and you placed down the brush on the counter.

This isn’t what you remembered looking like before weird shit started happening in that damn hextech place.

You then turned to look at Sevika who was leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

You bit your lip when you started recalling all the memories before she left you.

You were dying back there, and she just left you as if you were nothing to her.

How come you missed her so much despite everything she’s done to you?

“Can we get going now? Vander’s going to kill us, legit.” Sevika asks still in the same position she’s in.

“Vander?” you asked almost sounding like a whisper. “Yeah, we promised him that we’d meet him today. So, can we get out of your place now?”

She belittled you

Humiliated you

And yet,

your anger doesn’t stand a chance against your love for Sevika.

You didn’t answer Sevika’s question and you started walking up to her dumbfounded, “Ugh, finally.”

It’s about time we leave—” Sevika’s caught off guard when you drop down to her chest,

she looks down at you “I get it, you don’t wanna go out anymore Missy? Sorry, but we can’t do that Vander’s gonna— kill us..?”

Sevika stops when she hears you sobbing,

“Hey, what’s wrong? You didn’t answer and you hugged her, Sevika didn’t know how to respond and just hugged you back.

“Why did you leave me?” you started bawling your eyes out, “I never left you?” Sevika responds.

Liar

Your vulnerability took over your anger at her and you are now wailing and asking her questions.

“Did you not love me?”

“Was I not worth the risk?”

“Do I even mean anything to you?”

“What made you leave me?”

“Did you ever love me?”

Sevika couldn’t answer your questions and just hugged you, tight. She doesn’t have any idea what the fuck you’re asking her.

But you’re her best friend, that’s why she stayed and listened to your questions she has no idea about, rather than leaving you.

Flashback

This operation is a bust. You left the area with glass stabbed deep near your abdomen, you're limping while trying to get away from that place. You felt bad for leaving the others, but you’re dying.

You can feel the glass shift inside you whenever you try moving faster, you can’t run, and your only choice is walking.

You rushed near a wall and immediately leaned against it, you started panting and crying. “P-please h-help m-me..” you weren’t able to scream, it's like the stab wound near your abdomen is letting the energy flow out of your body, quickly.

You gasped out for air and you looked down at the stab wound. You attempted to remove it but you ended up wincing in pain, you ripped a piece of fabric out of your leggings and wiped the blood attempting to flow out your body.

You curse under your breath when you try standing up, the pain of the glass stinging is getting worse every time you breathe. You thought that the only thing to make it not sting is having to hold up your breath until you find help, but you soon realize that it will make you lose energy faster.

You discarded the idea of holding your breath and stood up. You walked as fast as you can, more than walking, less than a run. You immediately started losing energy in an attempt to move faster, “Shit!” you screamed before falling in the middle of the street.

“Please help me..” you said while wincing in pain.

You’re about to lose hope until you see a shadow from an alleyway walking towards you.

It’s Sevika

You immediately got up from where you’d fallen and ran into her. “S-sevika! T-thank goodness you’re here. I kept looking for you everywhere but I couldn’t find you, w-where were you even?” you ask Sevika with enthusiasm despite the situation you’re in.

Sevika stops in her tracks when she’s finally facing you. She glares at you, you expect to hear something from her and she just stands where she’s at.

“A-aren’t you going to say anything?” you ask Sevika and you end your question with a chuckle, trying to find humor from her serious face.

You fell on your knees and hugged her legs. “H-hey, w-why are you l-looking at me like t-that?” you asked Sevika, your voice was shaken.

Silence

To your surprise,

Sevika kicks you in the face making your whole body fall. You looked at her with shock painted across your face, “What are you d-doing?” your voice shook when you asked her.

You just brushed off the annoyance you’re feeling from her silence and offered your hand to her. You expect her to take your hand and help you stand up.

You notice her mechanical arm glow purple underneath her cloak, she tosses aside the cloak covering where her left arm is supposed to be. The mechanical arm revealed itself in front of you.

You have to admit that you expected Sevika to hold your hand with her right hand, but you immediately stopped complaining when she reached out her hand for you.

Sevika offers her mechanical hand to you, you grab her hand and hold it tightly.

You thought that she would pull you up right back on your feet—

but what happened is not what you’re expecting.

She tightens the grip on your hand causing you to yelp from pain, Sevika then looses the grip on your hand and opens your closed palm. Her sharp mechanical fingers dug right into your palm, you screamed at the pain and begged her to stop.

“W-what a-are you d-doing?” Sevika didn’t answer your question and dug her fingers deeper into your palm.

You’re crying from the pain and to what she is doing to you.

You looked at your palm and you saw blood flowing like a water fountain. You cried and winced even more when she dug her nails deeper longer than expected.

It felt like an eternity when she finally removed her nails from your palm. You snatched your hand from her reach and you looked at it.

You looked up to Sevika but she’s already covering up her mechanical arm.

“W-why d-did you d-do this?” you showed her your palm and she chuckled.

“You think I'd be dumb enough to trust newbies like you? Let alone be in a relationship with one.” Her confession made your eyes widen. “I don’t even know why I’m with you and you can’t handle fights like this!” Sevika shouts.

“You made me believe I’m r-ready for this.”

“You’re the strongest p-person i-i know, t-that’s w-why I trusted you.”

“You aren’t made for this shit! I don’t even know why Silco wants you.” Sevika pauses.

“I’ll just tell him you’re dead.”

Your mouth drops and you move backwards when you see Sevika going near you. Sevika caught up in your tracks, you looked away from her and expected her to stab you or even worse.

But she just came close to your ear and whispered—

“You’re never going to be cut out to protect the underground.”

Sevika pushes you down to the ground, she turns and walks away.

“S-sevika!”

“P-please d-don’t leave m-me!”

“I need you, p-please..”

“I know” Sevika responds.

Her figure disappears from your sight and you lose your conscience after a while.

—

You opened your eyes and were blinded by the lights coming from above you. You felt someone’s presence behind you and looked at it.

“Oh dear, she’s finally awake!” a yordle calls out to a man. The man seemed to hear the yordle and immediately went up to where you and the yordle were.

You were about to flood the yordle with questions when a man spoke behind you.

“I’m Ekko, that is Professor Heimerdinger. I’m his student.” you nodded at whatever Ekko was saying.

“And this—” Ekko places his hands on his hips and turns around to look at the place, “This is your new home.” he smiled after.

You had no choice but to stay here.

—

It’s been a month now since you started joining the Firelights. You insisted on joining them as a payment for their kindness and letting you stay. You do have experience with fighting and going on extreme missions.

Here comes another day, another shimmer shipment to burn down. You looked at the ship where barrels of shimmer fill the area. These barrels are one stamp away being shipped out to other locations.

—

You light up a torch and set the last barrel containing shimmer on fire. You glanced at the others and signaled them that every shimmer that is on board has been burnt down.

“Let’s go!” Scar shouted and ran.

You followed the others, but you accidentally tripped causing you to hit your face on the floor.

You scoffed at the damage you received then called on the others“Wait up!” You struggled to pick yourself up.

You stopped moving when you heared that some of Silco’s goons were here.

In a panic, you started picking yourself back together quickly.

You were about to run when you felt someone grip your wrist.

“Sevika! I caught one of those firelight idiots!”

Sevika? The mention of Sevika’s name made you scared. You tugged your wrist from the man who’s holding it.

“Let me go!” you shouted.

The man’s free hand started reaching for the mask on your face.

You tried moving away from his hand but he already removed it, your identity is now revealed.

“What the—? It’s you!” the man is shocked at the familiar face right in front of him that caused the grip on your wrist to loosen up. Before you could even remove your wrist from his grip, you saw a figure run near you and the man.

It’s Sevika.

She looks at the man holding your wrist, then her eyes finally land on you.

Her mouth dropped

The sight of seeing you turned into a firelight shocked her.

You took the silence as an opportunity to remove your wrist from the man’s hold and ran to the others.

When you finally find the others, they were shocked to see you— they looked up at the direction you came from and started panicking.

Sevika’s running towards you, along with three other men.

Ekko grabs a smoke bomb from his pocket and throws it at the ground, using it as a distraction to escape. The smoke bomb hits the ground and explodes! The others grab you and immediately flee from the area not giving you time to regain energy.

—

By the time that the smoke has subsided, none of you and the firelights are in sight.

“We lost them.” Sevika muttered, she glared at the three men she was with. She isn’t pissed off because of the firelights escaping.

She’s pissed off seeing you work with them.

“Shit!”

Ever since that encounter,

you realized that you just made Sevika your enemy.

an: howdy! how’d i do 🤠

[finniestoncrane]

2.5k Event Request - Cecil Stedman x GN!Reader word count: 900 a/n: am i unhinged? yeah. but i'm at peace with that. and i think i should be rewarded for my self-awareness by being pushed under a desk and asked to suck cecil stedman's fat cock u-u cw: hair pulling, blowjobs, praise kink, instructed oral sex, risky location, choking on dick 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Employee evaluations and boot licking were very much not your thing. You didn’t need the praise, a boost of incentive to work at a job you’d rather not have but rather required to have in order to exist. But there were things you were willing to do, even begging to do. And you were more than happy to degrade yourself for the opportunity to do them. It’s why you so often found yourself on your knees below Cecil Stedman’s desk, staring up at him with wide, thankful eyes, your mouth filled with his cock, average length but surprisingly thick.

From under his desk, strategically hidden and subtly indicating your status as lower than him, you stared up into Cecil’s steely blue eyes, a glimmer of affection behind them, far more than he offered to anyone else he looked at. His fingers laced through your hair, pads pressing onto your scalp as he pushed you, mouth open expectantly, towards the tip of his cock. Slowly, but still forcefully, he inserted himself past your lips, groaning as his head hit the back of your throat. Your chokes and splutters made his heartbeat quicken, abdomen tightening as his muscles tensed in arousal.

“Breathe through your nose… and put your tongue underneath- yep, yes… just like… Oh, that’s it… that is it! You’re a fast learner.”

Your drool was pooling against your bottom lip, eyes watering as he bucked the tip against your throat. In a move of genuine care, he tugged at the knot of your hair he held in his clamped fist and pulled you off his cock, watching your saliva spill from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin.

He steadied himself on the edge of his chair, one hand firmly planted at the based of his cock, just enough uncovered by his hand for you to wrap your lips around the tip. As you began sucking again, running your tongue around his head, taking more of him in as he removed his hand, his trust that you could do this without straining yourself renewed. Despite what you might have believed, this was only pleasurable for him if you enjoyed yourself too. But not wanting to seem too soft, he offered another instruction.

“Don’t be afraid to use your teeth a little. You think I’m soft? I deal with these assholes on a daily basis, I can handle a bit of rough play.”

You tightened your jaw a little, letting his shaft graze along the bottom row of your teeth, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth as the slight tingle of pain coursed through him.

“You know, if everyone listened as well as you did, we wouldn’t have so many god damn problems around here.”

Cecil’s warm palm held your cheek, thumb caressing your skin in a display of affection, the likes of which only you ever saw from him truly. There were others he cared for, but you were the only one he seemed to feel anything deeper towards. It made you feel special. That he could have at his behest the most incredible superheroes on the planet, and you were the one he chose to spend his time with.

He tapped his thumb against your cheek, drawing your eyes up to his as he spoke.

“Hollow them, it shows your sucking as hard as you can, you know I like that ah… aha ha… wow, you are a very good listener…”

His thumb went back to skating back and forth over your now flushed and warm cheeks.

“… such a good employee, we’ll need to negotiate a bonus for you.”

You could feel your eyes, half-lidded and wet with tears, sparkling with excitement at his praise.

“You’re so good… you’re doing so good… gimme a second though…”

His slender fingers pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it before he took it off completely, flicking it over your head and letting it rest at the back of your neck. He held the two ends between his clenched fists, tugging at them, using them to pull you towards him on your hands and knees, freeing you from your spot under his desk. Now you were exposed, risking anyone walking in, though you knew no one would. Cecil Stedman decided when people spoke to him, not the other way around. The same way as he decided when you would take a breath, or when you would switch techniques, or when you could stop. You were under his control, like everything else in the world. Another plate for him to spin.

As he leaned back in his chair, shifting his pants down further on his thighs and placing his hands on top of his head, you pressed forwards, easing yourself up and resting your palms on his knees. He was silent, taking the time to just appreciate your efforts as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hungrily, desperate to please him, wanting so bad to continue to do a good job for him. With one hand running over his head and through his long hair, he let the other hover over your shoulder, not wanting to push you any further, wanting to let you take control instead for these last few moments. He was close, and he wanted you to earn his load of your own accord.

You could coax it out of him, he was certain of that.

[genericpuff]

This plot point annoyed me so much! I thought she was finally going to open up to Persephone about the reasons why she hated Hades so much, about what he did to her, but no! They just introduced a new yet unnecessary character to the story 🤦🏼‍♀️

What are your thoughts about it?

oh yeah it annoyed the piss out of me too and for one very big reason that is CHRONIC in LO:

It's a solution to a problem Demeter didn't have.

This happens to a lot of characters throughout the comic. They'll have some kind of plot-driven conflict or character-driven flaw, and then it will be solved by something else entirely that had nothing to do with their original problem or doesn't line up with the theme of their storytelling. Minthe had insecurity issues and a toxic relationship with Hades? Just give her a classroom full of children to babysit! Hades had infertility issues? That's fine, Persephone somehow fixes those issues because at the end of the comic they have babies and Hades has his happy ending so it's fine! Hera was in an unhappy relationship with Zeus and had trauma from her past as a victim of Kronos? No problem, just make her an all powerful fertility goddess! Persephone accidentally causes winter which kills possibly thousands of people? Gaia is here to save the day, and also she's the one who makes Persephone return to the Mortal Realm for a couple months with full visitation rights. Apollo is a serial rapist who's attempted murder on several occasions, even against his own father in an attempt to take the throne? Community service, that'll solve it.

Demeter is one of the biggest examples of Rachel's inability of writing an actual cohesive plotline. She writes like the only goal is to come up with new twists to keep people reading each week without ever considering what themes or questions she should be answering throughout. So when she does pose questions, the answers often wind up being severely disconnected because she can't be bothered to actually plan out a plotline with narrative structure, she just needs 'things' to happen. To put it bluntly and simply, she writes like how a 13 year old on Wattpad would write, no actual thinking about the material she's presenting, no consideration for the curtains and what color they are, just "make the things happen so that people will keep reading because that's what writing is!"

Demeter's problem wasn't her failing to understand Persephone. It was people failing to understand her when she had reasonable cause to both be wary of Persephone moving to Olympus as well as Hades and his intentions with her daughter. But because Rachel needs to have the perfect happy ending for her self-insert power fantasy couple, she resorts to gaslighting both Demeter as well as the audience by extension into believing that the solution to Demeter's character arc... is understanding Persephone more.

Like first of all, the moral "people just want to be understood" is way, WAY too "baby's first storyline" at this point in the story especially when we've tried to tackle much bigger topics like sexual assault, and when we know how complex Demeter's backstory is. There's no way she needs to be told by Hebe that people just want to be "understood". She absolutely knows this already, and has been fighting to be understood by her siblings and peers and family for centuries, but of course, everyone sees her as just "the contrarian".

But then the final solution is... the sudden appearance of Demophoon as her long-lost child, and Hades giving her the volcanoes. That's it. She doesn't get to actually become Queen of the Mortal Realm, she never really gets closure over the past 2000 years of abuse from everyone around her, Hades just - like with everyone - buys her affection and she gets a new baby to pour her attention into instead of Persephone and we're all just forced to go along with it for the sake of Rachel's fantasy.

Rachel can't write (￢_￢;)

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

Please Take Me Home

Summary: Jerry makes a mistake that may cost him his only friendship outside of the club

Word count: 1.7k

TW/CW: None

A/N: This was requested by @amazingbananabread! Mel was such a fun character to do! Thank you so much for the request!

Reblogs are appreciated!

Mel could feel herself shaking when the doorbell rang. She looked over at the setup (popcorn, a DnD movie she picked up, her and Jerry’s character sheets, and her notebook (just in case this night inspired something)) and sighed.

It’s been a while since her and Jerry actually did something together. Between hosting their own clubs, school work and generally just being tired all together, it was finally nice to actually just talk as friends…well, being friends with Jerry was complicated (considering The Eltingville Club in general is a warning in it of itself), but they got along, relatively speaking.

Besides, peeking out her window, Jerry seemed to also have his own stuff as well. Specifically, he was holding his own book bag. Maybe his parents made him overpacked? Who really knows?

“H-hey, Jerry!” Mel welcomed.

“Bidibidibidi, hey Mel. It was nice inviting me to your house.” Jerry chuckled.

“Um, no problem…would you like to-“

“Come inside, yes.” Jerry felt himself getting overly excited about this meeting for some reason.

Sure, Mel was his only friend outside of the club, so it makes sense about his over excitement, but he could feel his heart beating slightly faster when Mel gave him that winning grin of hers…his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Are you okay, Jerry? I know this hangout was last minute, so I’d understand if you would prefer keeping to yourself and-“

Shit. He was still outside of her porch.

“N-no, I’m fine! I’m just thinking about something else.” He chuckled.

With that, he stepped inside and let Mel lead him to the living room.

…

“You know, I never knew how exciting DnD could be till I met you.”

Snapping back from the movie, Jerry looked up at Mel. Her hair had been pulled back so she could have an easier time seeing what she was writing. The popcorn was mainly forgotten about, instead both favoring the Mountain Dew Mel brought for this occasion (which was already running low). As for their DnD character sheets, they’ve really only been using them to get a good idea on how they should act next time they played together.

“R-really?”

Mel smiled. It was kind to cute seeing Jerry’s shocked expression, especially considering he was the dungeon master for his club. It’s still nice seeing how comfortable he was around her.

Ever since she moved here, she always felt…lost. That’s the best word she can come up with. Lost. While she did have Lucy to be her confidante, it felt weird relying on one person for her social life. She loved her club with her whole her whole heart, but she still remember her mom scolding her for that thought process.

Meeting Jerry was so nerve wracking; being part of the Eltingville club often met being the subject of their bullying and ridicule, especially when she writes mainly fanfics and self inserts. Jerry, though…he was always weird. Still weird, yes, but outside of the club’s influence, he was a pretty nice guy (as nice as you can get with a member of the Eltingville club).

Jerry can feel a lump in his throat forming before sighing.

“Y-you know, I’ve always liked you Mel.” Jerry expressed.

Mel raised her eyebrows to that. “Well, yeah, I’ve always liked you too-“

“I mean, I know you mean that in a friend way…a-and I do too, but…”

It was Mel’s turn to feel the lump in her throat. Her hand trailed next to his and offered a comforting pat on the hand.

“It’s okay. You can tell me.”

For the rest of the night, Mel will question herself for that simple statement and that gesture. Jerry will question what made him so brave in that moment. If he thought about it for 5 seconds, it was clear Mel was trying to be friendly to him, dammit, but that doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is the fact that, in this moment…Jerry leaned in and puckered his lips.

“O-oh! Jerry!” Mel scooted violently, causing the Mountain Dew to spill on the character sheets. “O-oh shit!”

“A! I-I’m sorry!” Jerry desperately tried to pick up the sheets, which were soaked by Mountain Dew at this point.

“J-J-Jerry! What was that?!”

“I-I don’t know! The moment seemed right. I-I mean, we were having a good time, the smell of popcorn was in the air, you looked so b-beautiful-“

“What?! Jerry, I was hanging out with you as a friend. I thought you were nervous about the club or something!”

“I am, but this was taking up my mind. I-I…”

“You what?”

The look on Mel’s face was something close to abject horror. The room was spinning around her, and she was clinging onto the table for dear life, less she passed out from how light her head was getting.

Jerry simply looked over at his terrified friend, and the lump was now becoming close to throw up.

“I…I’m so sorry.” Jerry rushed to grab his things and left without saying a word, leaving Mel to deal with the mess.

…

“You what?”

“I….I’m so sorry…”

Their final conversation has been spinning in Jerry’s head. Sitting in another meeting, he played with the cuff of his shirt and generally kept his mouth shut.

Shit….shitshitshitshitSHITSHITSHIT what was I thinking?! Was it seeing the romance of the DnD that inspired spark of confidence? Was it the Mountain Dew taste in my mouth? I mean, the air felt so warm, and she looked so sweet….

Why are you thinking like that? Just because your parents’ met like this doesn’t mean it’ll end like this. They’re always busy, and the only reason I went to her house was because they both had a trip till today! Maybe if I just did nothing, just kept to myself, maybe I wouldn’t be thinking about this moment will Bill stares at me!

“Jerry! You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Bill mocked. Pete and Josh turned in Jerry’s direction, now seeing the nervous teen look up at them.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about something…” Jerry mumbled.

“Well, it’d better be more important than this meeting, cause we’re still trying to see how to get the most out of ‘free comic book day’!”

With that, Bill went back to the drawing board, circling at an unknown location and discussing who would go where and how, why, whatever!

Jerry simply went back to his own space bubble. He doesn’t know what was more worrying: the club finding about their friendship, or the letter inside his book bag.

….

School just got out for the day, and Lucy insisted she walked Mel to her locker this time.

“You know, Lucy, it isn’t that big of a deal.” Mel sighed. She chewed her gum in silence, letting the minty flavor take over her whole mouth.

“But it is a big deal!” Lucy exclaimed, “The fact he tried kissing you is insane! Doesn’t he know that you’re his only girl friend!”

“It’s not even that, Lucy. I just wish…I don’t even know what to say-“

“You say that he’s kind of creepy for doing that in the first place.”

“He wasn’t! I just feel…so weird thinking about it. I mean, I don’t like him that way, at least I don’t think I do, but seeing his goofy attitude and how he looked so unsure of himself, it kind of reminded me of myself honestly. Like, I’d also be nervous with the first kiss.

“However, I also know it’d be more like my fanfics; in a dramatic scene, where the main characters confess to each other desperately before kissing each other, cementing their love, or in a established relationship, where they’re quick cute pecks of love….they make confessing so easy.”

“Yeah, because the writers are like us; people who don’t realize the first kiss may not be as fantastical as we think they are.”

Mel sighed. She walked over to her lock and started to turn the combination. When she opened it up, the first she noticed was a letter fall right on the floor. It was a familiar green color, and that hand writing…

“How does he know your locker number? It’s kind of creepy…”

“Or…kind of romantic…” Mel whispered.

“What was that?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing! Hahahaha….you think I should meet him?”

“Only if you want a funeral afterwards.” Lucy joked.

Mel looked back at the envelope. Feeling it, she can tell it was thick for some reason. What was Jerry even planning this time?

…

The school’s rooftop seemed a fine place. Jerry could only sit on one of the benches and stare into the sunset. It was getting colder, the wind nipping at his exposed skin.

The door opened slightly. Jerry looked over and saw a familiar purple vest. Mel’s jet black hair flew out with the wind as she held the now opened letters and stepped into view.

“You…you wanted to see me?” Mel asked sheepishly. Jerry stood up and walked a little closer to Mel, who stepped back in result.

“Y-yeah, I did.” Jerry gulped, “Listen, about last night…I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was just so focus on the moment and didn’t think about how badly I would hurt you.

“…It’s still weird that you did it. I got your letter, and it feels like you only did it to right your wrongs, and actually acknowledge what you did.

Jerry looked down. “I…I know. I just-you’re my friend, Mel, and I really like you. This is not even the romantic way; I actually really enjoy your company, and I’m even questioning why I did…Jesus fucking Christ…I’m so sorry Mel. I’m sorry for putting you in this position…”

Seeing Jerry’s eyes start to welt was a sight Mel never thought she see. She knows how much of beating Jerry takes from the club, but she never thought this was the moment that would get to him. It would get to her too, if she was in his position, but it took her back to her writing.

Her staring down at the piece of writing, imaging her favorite characters in this scenario (she always loved rooftop confessions), except this was a scene of regret and tears. She could feel her chest tighten as well. She really did like Jerry, and sometimes…she thought of him like that, but not like this, no.

Mel reached over to Jerry with a simple hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just..forget this ever happened. I don’t want this so stumbled into something worse…”

“…yeah. I just want to forget it happened in the first place. Okay?” Jerry asked.

“…Yeah. That sounds okay.”

[doetic]

anything. (TEASER) - dom!experienced!Jschlatt x smaller!sub!inexperienced!F!reader (18+)

Plot: Inexperienced reader finds herself in the bedroom of a man she had only met online that morning in an attempt to be more spontaneous and adventurous following a breakup. Warnings: BDSM (very light hitting and choking but no established safe word), smut, hookup culture, size kink (reader is described as shorter, thin, small and fragile compared to schlatt), female reader with female parts (not many gendered terms besides occasional things like good girl) Word Count (for this snippet): 456 A/n: Based on a Jordan Romano self insert smut I wrote in a notebook during a boring uni lecture

“So fuckin’ tiny,”

Schlatt’s voice came out as a low, near-growl as he looked you up and down with a slow, predatory gaze. His large hands tightly gripped your waist with a possessive firmness to them.

“I could do anything to you, and I’d bet you’d love it all.” He wet his lips. “Wouldn’t you?”

Shyly you let out a hum of confirmation, looking down at his hands on your waist rather than up into his eyes. Sex in general wasn’t something you were clueless of, but definitely not your area of expertise. However, he was handsome, and you were feeling spontaneous following the end of a long term relationship.

“C’mon toots, use your words,” he let out an amused chuckle, moving his left hand from your waist to your cheek. His thumb was placed under your jaw and turned your face up to look him in the eyes. “You’ll love any way I decide to use you, won’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” a warmth filled your cheeks as you spoke “Please use me…”

If you could purr, a low rumble would have filled your chest at the electric feeling of his touch. The intensity of his gaze could almost be physically felt as he searched your eyes for any sign of wanting to back out, but despite the nervous energy wafting off of you, there was none to be found.

His oh-so-tempting lips parted into a cocky grin, his thumb gently rubbing the skin of your jaw. “So shy… don’t worry, I can be gentle.”

You felt cold as he removed his touch from you and sat down on the bed behind him, gesturing for you to straddle him.

“It’s okay,” you spoke as you obeyed his silent command. “It’s just been a while.”

You ran a hand cautiously and shyly along his chest, looking down at your hand instead of his face again. His hand gently grabbed your wrist and guided it underneath his shirt with the careful patience one would give to a frightened animal.

“I won’t hurt you baby, I promise.” He spoke, leaning into your neck. You almost gasped at the feeling of his breath against your sensitive skin alone, and once his lips pressed against it you felt as if you were dissolving into his touch.

You believed his words, but knew at the same time that the man before you was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The large man before you certainly had the capability to bruise and harm you in the most heavenly ways at his will, and a part of you craved for his gentle touch to become the harsh and animalistic one you knew he was capable of.

“I know,” you replied sincerely. “Please don’t make me wait.”

[lambilegs]

gf!lee harker headcanons

♡♥︎ contains: FLUFFFFF, sfw content, reader is mentioned wearing makeup but only as an if (like, as in someone reading this only has to apply that headcanon to themselves if they wear makeup, but yeah, I want these headcanons to apply to any and every reader who desires to self-insert)

♥︎♡ art is from: become her bride by yolo and chacha (I've never read it, I just thought the pic was cute hehe)

ruffles your hair when she's feeling proud of you or endeared by you. just a soft little brush on the top of your head, sometimes accompanied by a small tilt of her lips (your entire face flames up when she first does it, and when you're rendered silent, just staring up at her with wide, wondrous eyes, her smile widens)

loves headpats and cheek pats, practically nuzzles into your palm like a cat when it happens

one thousand percent keeps a photo of you in her wallet

isn't a huge fan of jewelry due to sensory stimulations and naturally not being inclined to it, but she wears a matching ring you bought her

after a hard day, she practically dives into your arms, and your presence, warmth, and head rubs are an instant fix for her

I feel like she'd get your attention in silent, very cute ways -- like, she'd hook her finger through your belt loop and pull you close, or she'd tug on the end of your skirt or shirt. or she'd just tap your shoulder

if you wear makeup, she'll always be the one to remind you to take it off, and when you're especially sleepy, she'll do it herself, lying next to you and quietly admiring you as she wipes your face clean

you'd probably have to be pretty direct with your needs and wants -- if you try to get passive aggressive or "subtly" petty with her, she probably won't understand and will get mildy frustrated at you or herself KJKJFKDFJ

like, I could see her at first, like, maybe rarely, if not ever, actually asking you to go on dates. like, she asks you to hang out, but she doesn't ever do the traditional sort of romantic dinner. she's never been super into that, nor did she really know how to go about it, and well, you seemed fine without them, so it's okay, right? but, if you want those kinda dates, you gotta SPEAK your mind to her

mentally takes note of the songs and music you like, and she plays it for you without asking when you're in the car

probably a bit shy to play her own music at first, since it feels a bit exposing to her, but she internally wells up in appreciation when you give her all your thoughts

will bring you to office parties and spend the entire night glued to your side bc she doesn't wanna talk to anyone else LMFAO

clingy clingy clingy!! she's spent so much of her life isolated and depraved of touch, especially of this nature, so once she gets more comfortable, she's always got her hands on you

like, will always fiddle with your jewelry, hold onto your thigh, play with your hair, or keep a hand on your back

speaking of -- she totally does the back thing. you know, like, bracing her palm against your lower back as you guys pass through a door or move along somewhere

or I could just see her being like a free-use wall?? LMFAOOOO like she'd always let you lean into her, and keep an arm lazily slung around you, or a hand fiddling with your clothes. she'd just stand there and let you nuzzle your head into her as you guys wait in line for something

like, she's not super into PDA, but I think she'll make an exception if it means physically helping and supporting you

always holds the door open for you to go first

kinda dies inside whenever you fix her shirt collars, or tie her ties, before sending her off to work. something about watching your eyebrow furrow as you dote on her... she doesn't usually enjoy being the center of attention, but in the privacy of a room with just you two, she can't help but bask under your focused eyes

tries not to mention you much at work because she likes keeping her romantic life private, but sometimes it slips out without realizing -- so many things remind her of you, without her even realizing

if you're into partying, she might (stressing on "might" LMAO) come with you occasionally, though it'd probably depend on if you needed her there or not to drive you home, or because your friends bailed

if she does come, she'll probably (hear me out omg) be smoking on her own in a corner, just watching you from afar to ensure you're safe and well

no she will not dance with you LMFAOOOO

if you grab her ass or smack it for jokes, she'll always silently narrow her eyes at you but say nothing

she's not really used to being provided for, since she had to take on caring for her mom when she was a teenager. so, I feel like she doesn't necessarily expect a lot to be done for her in a relationship :( so, when you start spoiling her with surprise dates, doting kisses and touches, gifts like flowers and treats, and start doing acts of services for her like her laundry or making her a meal she mentioned craving, she won't really know how to handle it. she'll probably be overwhelmed at first, not even sure how to properly express all her gratitude, nor cope with all of the... love. she'll just feebly receive your gestures, murmuring thanks and being incredibly still and stunned into silence

she might be more vocal if you one day ask her if she really likes what you're doing, or if it means anything to her. hearing something like that from you would probably push her to be a bit more open to expressing her thanks. and she probably would confide in you about feeling awkward with all of this, rushing to add, very quietly, that she likes it, though, she just needs time to adjust and have it not feel out of place

with some time, and lots of unadulterated affection from you, she does eventually get used to it, though she's always slightly in disbelief over her luck

[storytimewithtibby]

warnings: gun play/insertion, misues of firearm, Harvey Dent x reader word count: 2,507 work - p1 here

a/n - fun fact the average "acceptable" length of a magnum barrel is 5", as the vaginal canal can be, stay safe guys tag - @welcomtothevoid

     Unsure as to how he wanted you over the desk, you slowly worked your way onto your feet and turned to stare down at the surface. The throb between your legs far outweighed logical thought, and you undid your pants and pushed both them and your underwear down your hips before bending over the desk with your hands still restrained in front of you. 

     Which, incidentally, placed your fingers within reach to do something about the slick that coated your inner thighs, and the pulsing ache between them. Slowly dragging your middle finger back and forth along your labia, you were rewarded with a low groan. The chair creaked, the sound of fabric shifting, your body clenched around nothing as you continued to move your finger. 

“Ambitious.’ 

     The word was growled, and a shiver rolled down your spine feeling a hand smooth up your thigh to grasp one cheek and squeeze. Hard enough you squirmed in an attempt to move away, not that there was anywhere for you to go. Metal brushed your knuckles, startling you, pressing your middle finger in slowly at the silent order. 

     But you’ve only managed a few slow thrusts of your finger before the muzzle of the gun is pressing against your entrance. Slowly sliding in as you go very still, ignoring the gush of fluid that trickled past the barrel. It had to be something in the water, reluctantly admitting it wasn’t just the Rogues that were… wired different. The metal dragged against your walls, which squeezed around the intrusion, his hand kneading your ass cheek as your body eagerly worked. 

“Good dolly, that’s real nice.’

     As the muzzle pulled back, your hips shifted, rocked as you lightly circled your clit trying to finish climbing that peak. It wasn’t what you’d been expecting, though you weren’t all that surprised. He didn’t pull the gun completely free, pushing it back in with a low noise in his throat that vibrated across your skin like you were a tuning fork. 

     It became clear very quickly that he hadn’t fully sheathed the metal inside you when he kept pushing, a soft squelching noise reaching your ears as fluid was forced out. Forehead resting on the desk, you were very glad he couldn’t see your face, the conflicting emotions on your face caught between lust and hints of shame. The fact it was only hints said a lot, but you weren’t interested in listening to anything other than the way Harvey talked you through the slow measured fuck on his magnum. 

     The way he crooned the word dolly was going to haunt you, breath catching as the muzzle rested against your cervix then pressed. The discomfort warred with the feeling of the now warm metal being squeezed deep inside you. With the pleasure twisting low in your belly as he murmured praise. 

“Look at this pretty pussy,’ he crooned, starting shallow thrusts that bumped insistently into the end of you. “She wants something a little thicker than Ivory, don’t she?’ 

     When you didn’t answer, not that you needed to, he was perfectly capable of seeing how you clenched around the gun at his observations, Harvey’s kneading hand squeezed. Going up onto the balls of your feet, he chuckled slowly pulling the gun loose. A thin line drawn between relief and disappointment, going onto your toes as the heel of his hand continued to press. 

“Yeah she does. We can help with that.’ 

     You almost didn’t want the help, missing the feel of Ivory dragging back and forth inside you, the threat overshadowed by pleasure that smothered what little self preservation was left to you. But the gun was set down next to your hip, a soft needy noise escaping your throat feeling the head of his cock drag back and forth between your labia. 

     No matter how you shifted, he refused to thrust inside, fingers splayed wide over the curve of your ass cheeks before clenching. As if his fingers could carve a handle out of the malleable flesh, your whimper shifting into a higher pitch as he used his grip to pull you back as his hips pressed forward. 

     Much larger than the gun, was your first thought, the stretch bordering on painful as he sank each inch inside. Before he slid in completely, Harvey pulled back, rocking his hips in short thrusts that dragged his glans over nerves that sent napalm spilling through your veins, your fingers eagerly chasing that release as they slicked over your clit. 

     Soft whispered coaxing babbled out of you, the orgasm slinking just out of reach no matter how quickly your fingers moved. Your body clenched desperately around him, trying to pull him in deeper, unable to rock back into the sharp shallow thrusts that were doing just enough. Just enough to keep you hovering on edge, just enough to keep you from pitching forward into mind numbing bliss.

“Please?’ 

     His fingers flexed, and you’d have been willing to sell everything you owned if it meant he’d finally fuck you properly. Your wrists ached from how hard you struggled against the bindings, and it only spurred your shameless actions as you dragged your nails along the underside of his cock. Sweet victory, Harvey’s cock slamming into you, feeling the edge of the desk dig into your thighs with each thrust. 

“You’re the kind of trouble we like getting into.’ He purred, the words almost lost in the sharp report of his hips crashing against yours. “Sweet mouth, tight pussy, always nice to find something the both of us like.’ 

     The scrape of the desk’s legs dragging along the floor vibrated the wood, a far more tender pleasure against your nipples considering the almost angry snap of his hips that left your legs feeling weak. Your body jerked when he lifted his left hand and swatted a blow that sent shockwaves rebounding through you, the burn of contact coaxing a whimper from you. 

“Oh… oh, dolly. Do that again.’ 

     Before you’d had a chance to figure out which thing he meant, his palm slapped just beside the burning handprint he’d left with the first. Clenching around him, you were rewarded with a low growl of sound, the sound thick and heavy. Blindly wiggling your fingers, you managed to hook them behind his testicles that had been smacking against your knuckles. 

     Your breath felt like it was crushed from your lungs with the immediate response, hips aching and he showed no signs of stopping. He acted like he could do this for days, dragging his nails roughly over your hip, down your thigh leaving fire in their wake before forcing your leg up onto the desk. 

“Jesus of Jerusalem… look at you split wide open, couldn’t fit a whisper if we begged you.’ The brief relief didn’t last long, knee pressing into the desktop as he managed to find more speed. From where? “Just this shy of being tore apart and she’s still desperately trying to pull us deeper.’

     When his hips shifted, your fingers tightened, a gasped oh god reaching your ears as he slammed forward. The threat of those shallow thrusts had panicked you, not willing to lose the feel of the tip of his cock filling you to the point it felt like it was the only thing. Breathing? Not important. Vision? Didn’t need it, the only sense you needed was touch. 

“You keep squeezing like that and we’ll forget to pull out.’ 

     Pull out? That was bad, didn’t like that idea. You needed him deeper, your body trembling as you gushed around his cock, the sound of it dripping onto the floor as he just kept going. Squeezing again, that low rattle of pleasure made its way up his throat, fingers digging in past the point of a good time. It hurt, threading through the pleasure and making your writhe. 

“Too much?’ 

     Yes, your head nodding, bumping against the desktop. Not that he slowed down, even had the audacity to chuckle like he wasn’t forcing your anatomy to shift just to accommodate his girth. You swore you could feel every vein that traced along his cock, sore as your body clenched around him with little left to give. Another slap jolted you, wriggling to free your arms trying to push yourself up. Feeling the heat sinking in, insidious in the way it seemed to burn hotter the deeper it sank. 

“Good.’ Your back arched, his voice next to your ear startled you. “Might have to give the boys a raise for fuckin’ up.’ 

     Worse now that you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest, the heat sinking into your back. The drag of his skin against yours as the angle shifted, each thrust applying pressure and grinding. Shaking, your hands scrambling for some sort of purchase on the desk, Harvey’s jaw rubbed against your ear. 

“Don’t hold back those noises now, we like hearing them.’ A low croon, like he wasn’t crushing you against the desk, thrusting into you like he was trying to split you open. “Might have to take you with us.’

     If you weren’t currently struggling not to look like a ahego hoodie you might have protested, attempting to shake your head even as your felt an orgasm strike you like the hand of some vengeful god. Before you could even recover another bubbled from beneath the smothering pleasure of the one before it. 

“Keep you all pretty on our desk like a paper weight. Would you like that? We know you would, bet you’d flush all cute when the boys game in to plan the next robbery, sitting bare ass on the desk.’ 

     Groaning into your ear, you yelped feeling teeth sinking into your shoulder, attempting to twist away with nowhere to go. A shame you didn’t have the brain cells left to recreate the picture he was painting, not fully, not like you were. If felt like he’d gotten bigger, body rocking in time with the sharp shallow thrusts. The light scrape of his nails over your skin made your breath catch, feeling like he’d scored the skin instead of the light scratch.

“So responsive.’ The muzzle dragging along the desk, feeling the metal skim over your skin making you flinch. “God but you could have us barkin’ if you whined just right. Why don’t you try it?’

     You would love to but it was hard to breathe, feeling his skin slide along yours, the scattered scar tissue along his torso sticking and dragging. A minute shake of your head earned you a soft tsk of disappointment that didn’t have quite the weight it might have had a minute ago. 

     There was no warning when he came, feeling the first spurt hot and thick slicking your passage as he continued to thrust into you. His low murmurs of praise meant not a damned thing as you shivered beneath him, walls fluttering weakly around him as he slowed. You squirmed feeling your body finally be able to relax, no longer straining to accommodate the thickness that had left you wheezing. 

     Heat rushed to your face. You could feel it slowly spilling out, fat drops falling to the floor at your feet. Roughened fingertips dragged over your clit before pushing into you, dragging a whine of discomfort from you as you tried to crawl onto the desk to get away from the stimulation. 

“Ah… bark, bark.’ 

     If you had the energy you’d have kicked him, your left leg falling off the desk as you attempted to stand. To get away from the amusement in his tone, feeling his gaze on the junction of your legs as the semen continued to dribble out. You could still feel him, the stretch haunting, still half sprawled over the desk as you lied to yourself that it was due to a fear of getting shot if you moved. 

“We were joking, but looking at you now.’ His fingers collected and deposited the leaking fluids back inside you with a twist. “Bet the boys would love a chance too.’ 

     That finally managed to spur you upright, holding the vertical position only for a moment before your right leg betrayed you. Landing abruptly on the floor sent a confusion of signals through your body, your ears ringing as synapsis fired off in too many directions to properly sort through. Something slightly damp hit your chin, catching briefly against the spit there before fluttering into your lap. 

“Might want to clean yourself up a bit, can’t have the pigs seeing you like that.’ He leaned down, meeting his grinning expression for a moment before looking down to see a handkerchief in your lap. “They’ve got less self control than I do. I should know, I pay quite a few of them.’ 

     Fingering the cloth, the pads stuck on the damp fabric before you realized what they were rubbing against. 

“Don’t look so outraged, there’s more inside of you then on that.’ He scoffed, eye rolling before a considering look passed over the clean shaven side of his face. “Unless you’d like us to clean you up?’ 

     At your blank expression, the tip of his tongue lightly skimmed the corner of his siling mouth. No. Absolutely not, his laughter loud and far too cheerful all things considered. Holding up his hands, he stepped back before making adjustments to his clothing so they sat correctly. An absolute hate crime that he was able to just pull himself together like that. The slight wrinkle to the suit jacket, and the silk shirt beneath sticking to his skin was all you could see. 

     You’d been well fucked and you knew that you looked like it. There was no way to pull your clothing back in place and look anything else. The sight of his knees entering your vision startled you, plucking the cloth from your listless fingers and sliding his hand beneath you to wipe away the mess that had pooled beneath you. What hadn’t soaked into your pants, scrambling away from him as he pushed himself to his feet and stared down at you for a moment. 

“Damn.’ It was suddenly dark for a moment, grabbing fistfuls of fabric to pull it off your face. “We’ll send someone to retrieve that. Can’t have you arrested for public indecency.’

     Before you could stop him, he scooped up your pants and balled them up, clenched hand resting on his hip. Sighing when you just stared at him, he dragged up upright and held you there until you managed to stand. Terse movements settled the suit jacket over your shoulders, the hem lightly brushing against your thighs as he stepped back. 

“Good enough. Be seeing you around, Dolly.’

     The door creaked as he broke the lock, Gotham night sounds spilling into the room as he walked out into the alley behind the bank. His coin glimmered as it flew upwards, his head bending to look at it before turning left and walking off.

     First thing when you got home you were switching to direct deposit.

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

I Was Made For Lovin’ You

Colt Seavers (The Fall Guy 2024) x Reader

This is the third part of a three part series!

Part One: Coffees, Plural

Part Two: It’s A Love Story…

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters except for the reader insert!

Author’s Notes: This set has been a lot of fun to write! I think my pacing got a little off towards the end of Part 2, but oh well! As always, if you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment! I’d love to read your feedback!

Content/Content Warning: Minors do NOT interact!! You’re better off!

This chapter is SPIIIICY. Very. Very. Spicy. And it’s long. What more could you want, right? But seriously, if you don’t like spice, the story’s over after pt 2! like this is pure spice 😭 Icons by @gosling-girlx !! She’s the best!

Anyway, thanks for reading along!

Reader’s POV

I couldn’t ask for anything more, anything more at all. Because in the words of his favorite song, this is a Love Story and baby, I will always say yes.

Somehow we made it back to the set from the bar. The ride was tense as his hand squeezed my thigh the entire time, while his own leg bounced with ADHD.

The kisses outside of his truck had went from giggly to steamy really fast- before I knew it he was on my neck, my earlobe, my jaw, anywhere he could find. And the hottest part? He kept asking if what he was doing was alright until finally I smashed his mouth to mine, telling him through the passion that everything he was doing was in fact alright.

And good grief. If he told me to jump into a volcano with his lips by my ear I’d do it.

Without a second thought.

Suddenly I’m struggling to unlock the door to my trailer because I have a six foot man pressed all up on me, kissing the shell of my ear, hands on my waist.

And to be honest, part of me wants to let him take me right then and there.

But the rational, sane part of me knows much better and somehow, by some stroke of luck gets that damn door open only for him to push me right through it with a deep, heavy kiss.

He tastes like chocolate, his kisses rich just like the sweet. I’m barely in my right mind enough to close the door to the trailer, but I don’t have to because he picks me up and holds my back against that door. My hand covers my mouth, a frail attempt to cover the breaths and whines that want to break free of my lust filled self as his mouth gets lower and lower, reaching the tops of my breasts in the damn jumper.

“Please let me hear you, y/n,” Colt asks. His voice is a breathy wreck. I don’t move my hand, but he brings his up to mind, covering it.

“Please, y/n,” his blue eyes are electric, filled with longing as they bore holes into mine. I nod, ever do slightly, letting him take my hand into his, reveling in the strength of his perfectly callused hand.

“Listen,” he says as he kisses up my neck. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know what you like.” His voice is more gravelly than usual, a product of lust.

And I know that I need to say something, but he’s so all consuming. His perfect body over mine, his lips clouding my senses. My brain is short circuiting, with lust and love, and the only answer I can give him is a soft whimper when he starts nipping at the conjunction of my neck and shoulder.

“C’mon, sugar,” he prods, murmuring as he briefly removes his lips before going upward towards my earlobe. Sugar? For fucks sake. I’m not going to make it.

“Y-your voice,” I tell him as I start running my free hand through his fluffy, fluffy hair.

“Oh yeah? My voice? You want me to talk you through it?” he asks, turning on his straight-up seductive voice.

“Yes,” I breath. My voice is high and whiny, and I’d be so embarrassed if I wasn’t with him.

But I am with him, and suddenly the little sounds aren’t so embarrassing. Suddenly, everything’s a little too hot.

“Bed?” I suggest through a moan as he kisses along my jaw whilst simultaneously cupping my breast.

***

Colt’s POV

I’ve been drugged before. Saw unicorns and all kinds of weird shit. But nothing matches the level of intoxication I feel right now. She’s stronger than any drug, my senses- what I feel, what I see, what I’m touching… it’s all y/n.

So when she asks to go to the bed, I am there faster than a heartbeat. I lower her down as slowly as I can, kissing her for all I’m worth. I shrug off my button down, letting it fall to the floor. Her nails scratch at my biceps, and I can’t help but let out a heavy breath. I kiss from her earlobe down to just between the tops of her breasts. She’s so perfect. God, she’s so perfect.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” her voice is so breathy, it’s going straight to my, er, yeah. I did that to her. Shit.

“Can I take this off?” I ask, meeting her eyes, tugging at the romper she hated so much.

She takes a deep breath before answering. “Yes.”

“You sure?” I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. The last thing I want is for her to be uncomfortable, she deserves the best.

“Yes, Colt. I trust you, you have me,” she tells me.

And if that doesn’t set me off.

“Okay,” my voice is shaky. But she likes it, so I force myself to keep it together.

I tug at the top of her romper, kissing newly exposed skin as I do so.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I tell her, a rhetorical question.

“So, so fucking perfect,” the words are just falling from my lips at this point as I finish tugging down the garment, leaving her only in her underwear and her sandals.

“Colt?” I never want to hear my name called by anyone else ever again. Ever. Again.

“Yeah?”

“Can you uh, take off your shirt? I feel underdressed.”

Before she can even finish her statement I’ve literally ripped the tank top off. What a dipshit, I want to facepalm so badly. But now she’s giggling, and I can’t help but laugh with her. She’s so cute.

“Sorry, I’m a little over eager,” I laugh, kissing her on her perfect, plush lips once more.

“You don’t say,” she laughs as I duck my head to kiss her breasts. Shit. She’s perfect everywhere. I cup one of her tits in one hand, the other I surrender to my mouth, eliciting all kinds of perfect noises out of her.

“That’s my girl,” I tell her. “You sound so pretty for me.”

I keep kneading and sucking on her perfect, pillowy breasts until she’s completely wriggling under me. Good. “You’re beautiful,” I say, as I start traveling southward. “So, so beautiful.”

***

Reader’s POV

It’s so much. He’s just ripped off his shirt like he was in a Tom Ryder movie, and yet, he is actually, truly, ardently, beyond better than the movies.

His physique… it’s to die for. Sun-kissed skin meets taut muscles, and and biceps bigger than my head. Not to mention that happy trail, and the blatant bulge in his pants.

It’s come to the point that I truly can hardly think. His voice is an aphrodisiac, taunting me, forcing slick to pool in the only article of clothing he has yet to tug off. His eyes, his big, vivid, electric eyes have either been locked on me or in mine. His mouth works wonders, I fear that at this point whatever he suggests, whatever he wants, I will comply without a second thought.

And now that his kisses are trailing down the slope of my body, from the valley between my breasts and down over my stomach, stopping on my pelvic bone… quite frankly I could be finished right now.

And yet, he makes eye contact again, looking down at my underwear clad core and back to me.

Oh. He wants to-

“Colt…” I start.

“Yes?” he’s lifted his face, looking me dead in the eyes.

“You don’t have to… it’s been a while, I-“

“Y/n,” he says. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t. But if you do, I promise you I’m going to make it so good for you, and you’re gonna think of it every time you look at me.” And his words are so fucking honest, so sincere. I know he means it.

So my answer’s easy. “I trust you, Colt Seavers.” He smiles, and I can’t help but smile back before he drags my legs so they’re dangling off of the bed, my core right on the edge.

He stands at full height, looking down at me, and what a sight. His hair is a mess, because of me, but it’s so fluffy and gorgeous. His lips are swollen and pink. His eyes are brighter than ever, his beard… oh shit. His beard is going to feel so good-

“I’m gonna take these off,” he tells me, as he reaches for one of my legs, tilting it up so he can slowly, seductively take of my sandal as he massages my calf. I’m quivering, literally quivering from how attractive I find this to be. He then removes the other shoe, before sinking down to his knees. And if he’s a sight at full height, on his knees…

And suddenly I can’t think, because he’s kissing up my leg. “Easy there, pretty girl. Relax,” he tells me, his voice soothing. His beard is scratchy in all the right ways, soft like his hair. But just before he reaches my core, he bites the inside of my thigh, gleaning a loud gasp out of me, before stopping all together and doing the same thing to my other leg, taking his sweet time. And the worst part is that he’d maintaining eye contact this entire time, searching through my soul.

I’m soaked. I’m going to have to throw these underwear away, because his every move is just getting me hotter.

Finally, finally, finally, he bites the inside of my other thigh, and inhales by my core. “Oh sugar, you’re soaked.” His eyes are blown out, darkened by lust.

“All for you,” I barely manage to say, before he’s slowly pulling off my underwear, and then getting between my thighs again.

“All f’me?” his words are slurred as his nose is level with my cunt.

“Mmm,” I respond.

“You ready, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. Sugar. He’s going to kill me.

“Y-yes,” and just as soon as the word’s left my lips has he dove into my core.

Colt’s POV

Shes intoxicating. Tastes like strawberries, sounds too sweet, looks like heaven… I’m so far gone.

I’m eating her out like there’s no tomorrow, holding her down while she tries to squirm. Emphasis on tries because it only takes one hand to keep her down. Finally her hands rest in my hair, tugging as she moans. It’s either my name, and again, I never want to hear my name from anyone else ever again, or “oh my god oh my god,” which is just as hot. I start off easy, with just my tongue, testing the waters, and she can’t get enough. I lick strips before finally just going for it, straight into her pussy and nothing has ever felt so right.

“More, more,” she starts saying eventually, so I add a finger, thrusting in. “Faster, harder,” she says, and who am I to deny her? Eventually I’m just sucking on her clit while pumping not one, not two but three fingers into her tight little cunt, hard enough that her body is going forward and back with each thrust. Her hands in my hair are tight, making me grunt or moan into her core while my hand is keeping her down.

“Colt, Colt, Colt,” she cries, trying to push my head away with her hands as her peak nears.

I grabs her hand, holding it to my head, squeezing it as I trace circles on her clit before finally-

She lets go with a broken moan of my name. I do my best to take everything she can give and then some, bringing her to the precipice of a second release.

“Colt, Colt, it’s too much,” she gasps. But something in those fucked out eyes is urging me to bring her over, just one more time.

So I do, and she comes with a weak cry of my name, smaller this time but just as powerful.

***

Reader’s POV

It’s too much. But it’s also not enough. The way he’s listening to anything I say, and then brings me to not one but two orgasms in what? A half hour? He was right. I will never be able to look at him without thinking about that.

His head rests between my thighs, even after the second release. He looks up at me with a mischievous smile as he caresses one of them with his big hand. “Was it good, sugar?” He asks, kissing the inside of my thigh, making me tighten my grip in his hair. I don’t fail to notice the little breath that escapes him when I tug his roots.

“Yes,” I breathe, still trying to recover.

He climbs up onto the bed, laying down next to me. There’s drops of release on his chin, and yet he doesn’t even bother wiping them off. Slut. Hot slut. Very hot slut. Very hot slut who’s very good at eating me out.

“You alright? Did I push you too hard?” He tilts my face towards his with his hand, lightly cupping my cheek.

“No, no, you were perfect. So fucking perfect,” I tell him, finally starting to regain my bearings. There’s a severe ache between my thighs, and I don’t know if it’s from the double dose of pleasure or from a want for more.

He smiles again. “Alright, let me go get you a towel.”

It’s when he starts to get up that I notice the strain in his pants, the small wet spot. How has he kept those on this whole time?

“Colt, wait, what about you-?” I ask frantically.

“We don’t have to y/n, you’re tired,” he says sweetly, a look of pure concentration on his face.

“No, Colt. I want it. I want it, so bad,” I say, my voice getting whinier as I talk.

“Are you sure?” his eyes are on me, boring into my soul once again.

I grab his face and pull him into mine, tasting my release on his tongue but not caring because I need him to know. To know that I want this.

I think he catches on, because once he pulls away, waiting a moment for the strand of spit that’s connecting us to break, he stands up, looking at me with pure lust.

He reaches into his pockets, probably looking for a condom. “Dipshit!” he curses. “I uh,” he shakes his head. He doesn’t have one.

“We don’t need one,” I tell him. “I’m clean, I have morning after.”

“I’m clean too- you sure?”

“Colt Seavers, I want you to fuck me so good that I can’t walk tomorrow, that I can’t sit because I’m still going to be able to feel you dripping out of me,” I tell him, my voice firm. He groans, really groans, which is maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

“Alright, alright,” he says setting me on the bed so my legs aren’t falling off anymore. “Alright,” he breathes as he sets a pillow under my hips.

“Okay,” he says, taking off his shoes and then his pants.

“Okay,” I whisper as he stands before me in his naked glory, the only thing on his body his golden pendant.

He fists himself, rubbing up and down a few times, and good grief. He is radiant, like some sort of rugged Greek god. I’m sure my jaw has visibly dropped, but next time, his hand is going to be my hand(s).

Finally, finally, after excruciatingly long moments he’s gingerly climbing over me. He presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips, and then goes to say something.

“Colt, if you’re going to ask if I’m sure, I am. Alright?”

“Alright,” he breathes, before lining up with my entrance.

He starts pushing in. He’s massive, and even the tip has me gasping.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” his words are slurred. “Just gotta relax for me, alright. You can do it.”

And just because he says I can do it, I can do it, and finally he’s bottomed out, fully inside me. With the pillow under my hips he’s hit any sensitive spot possible, and my mouth is stuck in an “o.”

“Colt,” I say after a few moments, my voice once again high and breathy. “Can you move?”

***

Colt’s POV

“Yeah, sugar, I can move,” I tell her. I start to pull back and in with shallow, soft thrusts. “You’re so tight,” I groan. She clenches around me, and it’s all I can do not to bust right then and there.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl,” I say, kissing her slowly. She’s tense, but the kiss seems to have loosened her up a bit. “You’re okay.”

She threads her fingers in my hair, entangled in the roots. I’ve got my hands planted on either side of her head, and her eyes between them have me captivated.

Finally we have a smooth rhythm. Her lips are parted in a perfect o, and we’re both gasping and panting. But eventually, she hooks her calf around my thigh and tells me “I said I wanted you to fuck me.”

“Alright, honey, but if it’s too much you’ve got to tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathes.

***

Reader’s POV

He pulls all the way out, getting a whimper out of me to which he tuts at, before slamming back in and setting a fast, hard pace. The sounds of skin slapping skin are pornographic, and they’re making my brain fuzzy. My breath is hitched in my throat from how good it feels, I couldn’t say anything if I tried. Which is fine, because he has all the words for the both of us.

“Yeah, there you go, pretty girl. That good enough for you?” A rhetorical question. He knows it’s good.

“You like this? Like me fucking you into next year?” All he gets is a gasp of his name in response.

“Aww, poor baby, can barely think straight,” he punctuates his words with particularly deep thrusts. “Thats alright, cause I’ll take care of you.” His leans his head down to bite my collar bone, trying to leave marks.

I feel myself start to tighten even more around him, and he grunts.

“You gonna come?” he asks, near my ear.

“Y-yes,” I whine.

“Good girl,” he says, before reaching a hand between us to rut on my clit.

“C-Colt- it’s too much-“

“You’re just sensitive, sweetheart,” he murmurs, applying more pressure. And finally, before I know it I’ve released with a shout of his name, and he’s holding me close, still thrusting lazily.

“I, uh, I’m going to-“ he starts.

“In me, Colt, in me!” desperation clouds my voice. I want him to fill me.

“I-uh, oh,” he mumbles, picking up the pace again until it’s just brutal, pounding into me until finally he stills, and I can feel him coming inside of me with a weak cry of my name. God, that’s hot.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his forehead on mine, kissing my nose.

“Full.”

His face scrunches up like he’s in pain. “God, you can’t just say that.”

I smile. “Pshh. But seriously I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Call in sick. I’ll call in sick with you,” he suggests. “We can watch our movies, and maybe have some more fun..?”

“I’d love nothing more. Also, Jody knew what she was doing when she made you sing that song.”

“No shit,” he laughed. “I was made for lovin’ you, baby.”

I shove his chest. “Cheesy!”

***

Bonus: the next morning:

I wake up wondering why my blankets are so heavy, until I feel light breathing in my ear.

He slept on me. He literally slept on top of me. I would laugh, but I can hardly breath.

“Colt,” I whisper. “Colt!”

“Heyy,” he says groggily.

“Can you move a little please?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he replies, kissing my ear.

“It’s okay, you’re a very nice weighted blanket,” I tell him. He laughs, leaning in to kiss me before I hear a buzz. Stupid phone.

“Don’t check it, stay here,” he urges, wrapping his arms around me.

“Clingy,” I chuckle. “I still need to call in sick though.”

“Fiiiine.”

I reach around for my phone, thankfully I somehow managed to get it to the nightstand. The buzz was a text from Jody.

“You finally banged him! Congrats! No need to come into work today, Sheila said she’d cover you. Proud of you, babe. X”

I start giggling hysterically. He reads it over my shoulder, and laughs with me. “She always knows,” he says.

“Yeah,” I laugh, setting my phone back on the nightstand and turning back to him and his messy hair. “She always knows.” I lean into kiss him, and he kissed back, softly and sweet.

I think I might actually be the luckiest woman in the world.

***

The End. 😘