#and when I say short I mean above my jaw line

[rawrsatthetree]

I hate when people gender bend a male character and just slap some generic long hair on him. You give that dyke the pixie cut she deserves you cowards!

#this is about femastarion #but it happens every single time #idk I’m female and I’ve had short hair my entire life #and when I say short I mean above my jaw line #long hair doesn’t equal female #like that’s so boring #genderbend #gender bender #gender bent #gender swap #genderswap #fem astarion

[evie-sturns]

𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 - 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑜

summary: you're at chris's house to hangout and watch a movie, but it ends in you riding him till he cant think.

warnings: smut, sub!chris, swearing

requested: yuup

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me and chris have been together for a month or so, but we've never fucked. i mean, hes never really brought it up to me because he doesn't want to rush our relationship.

It's 8:30pm, and i'm approaching chris's front door for a movie night.

i knock 3 times softly on the front door and chris slowly opens it, his face lights up when he sees me.

"y/n! you look beautiful." he says giving me a hug and bringing me inside. hes wearing a white shirt and grey sweatpants, my heart drops as i see a slight dick imprint through his sweatpants.

"oh my god" i whisper to myself before i walk into his living room behind him, he jumps onto the couch and rests an arm on the headrest of the couch, signalling for me to come sit next to him.

"so what are we watching?" i say cuddling next to chris, resting my head on his chest.

he seems distracted by something, my eyebrows furrow "chris?" i repeat softly and he shakes his head quickly

"hm?" he says putting a pillow on his lap swiftly.

"you alright?" i say quietly as i flick through netflix, "y-yep yeah." he says frantically.

i put on a show and cuddle closer to chris, making myself comfortable, he squirms slightly before standing up off the couch. my cheeks flush as i see his lap, which now has a major tent on it.

hes hard.

he locks eyes with mine "im going to the bathroom" he says, droplets of sweat on his forehead form as he notices my eyes, fixed on his crotch. "chris.." i say slightly shocked as my eyes flicker from his dick to his eyes.

chris goes red as he stands looking at me with humilation spread on his face "shit sorry.." he mumble backing out of the living room.

"come back chris." i say staring at him and he walks slowly over to me in silence.

"sit down." i demand and he instantly does, he looks terrified and pissed with himself.

"sorry about you know.. that." he whispers "i can go fix it, just give me like 5 minutes, this is kind of embarrasing." he continues.

"dont be embarrased chris." i say palming his dick through his sweats, his breath hitches in his throat, his dick is pressing against the fabric practically begging to be realeased.

i squeeze his dick slightly through his pants making him throw his head back "please." he groans, lifting his hips into my hand. i sit up off the couch then kneel on the floor between his legs. he squirms as he whimpers "are you nervous." i tease, lifting his shirt up revealing his happy trail.

"do you touch yourself a lot chris?" i ask before licking a line from his belly button to the waistband of his sweats. "anwser me please." i say stopping all movements, making him moan lightly in desperation.

"sometimes." chris mumbles, covering his face. "how often." i question "every few days.." he lets out a shaky breath.

i slowly lower his sweatpants, revealing the base of his cock. he grips the pillow beside him "please y/n fuck.." he whines and i pull down the pants even more, his cock springs out onto his stomach and my eyes widen, hes big.

precum leaks out of his tip and down his length. the room is filled with his heavy breaths as i use the ends of my fingers to rub in the precum as a lube.

"chris, tell me what you want me to do."

"ride me please y/n, i cant.." he groans out and i nod, pulling my tanktop off of me and throwing it to the floor, my bra and shorts follow. chris's eyes are layed on me, "oh my fucking god your so beautiful" he whines.

i stand between his legs before sititng down on his thighs, straddling him. hes worked up. i decide to stop teasing and pull off my panties, his jaw slacks as his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat. i sit up slightly before moving up, positing myself above his tip.

i sink down, making chris moan lightly "fuck you're big." i groan as i sit down on his dick fully. "please keep going.." he whispers as he sinks his fingers into my waist.

after a few minutes of bouncing on his cock he starts to whimper "im so fucking close" he warns before cumming inside of me. "im sorry shit.." he says throwing his head back, instead of stopping i keep going at a quicker pace, overstimulating him "i cant.." he whines sinking his fingers further into my hips. hes already close again as i bounce faster and deeper.

without warning he releases again, deep in me. tears drop down his face from overstimulation and i quickly wipe them from his cheeks before finishing, letting out a soft but load moan.

i instantly pull off of him as he shakes, tears continue to slowly fall down his face. "dont cry, are you okay?" i say softly, sitting on the couch next to him. hes in utter shock. he nods as i pull him into a tight hug "that was alot.." he says shakily, but a small smirk plays at his lips. "i really liked it, you felt so good." he says embarrassed as i droop a leg over his thigh.

"chris." i say, my eyes widening.

"yeah..?"

"how the fuck are you hard again."

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#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x you #chris x reader

[xxsunoosprincess]

Finally someone who doesnt write sunghoon as a hard dom!! Like have you seen that man, hes just a baby behind those muscles.

But tbh hes maybe a mean soft dom, LOVES to call you names and have you whining underneath him. It just boosts his ego a little

He might get super mean but i dont think he would be rough, maybe if you ask him to be though🫣🫣 (elaborate?)

A-fucking-gree. I think people mistake Sunghoon’s quietness for being mean, but I think he is just a silly guy. Even more than that, he is a simp for his girl. When he is in love he’s in love and would do anything for his baby. He lets you dress him up in pink even though he hates it because you say he looks pretty. He makes silly race car noises while pushing you around in grocery carts because he knows it makes you smile. And if you ask him to be a little extra rough with you one night, despite the fact that you’re his sweet little princess, then damn it he is going to. He just has to pep talk himself in the bathroom before hand and he’s ready to go.

(smut below the cut, minors DNI)

Has you flat on your back with your legs up, one hand wrapped around both your ankles while he bullies his cock deep into your cunt “Yeah? You fucking like that? You like being my slut?” There is sweat building at his hair line, his thick eyebrows furrowing. Something about you whining beneath him makes him want to work harder. He wants to please you, give you everything you wish for and more. It’s what makes him call you a “nasty little bitch” when you let out a moan of pleasure after he lands a harsh smack on the meat of your ass.

When you squeal and place your hand on his chest because it’s “too much hoonie!” it only makes him fuck into you harder. Tosses your legs down so he can take your hand off his chest and pin both of your wrists down above your head. With his free hand he grips your jaw, forcing your mouth open before he spits into it. “Thought you wanted it hard baby?” The condescending way he looks at you brings tears of pleasure to your eyes, but it’s enough to make him slow down. Immediately stops, placing a tender kiss on the tracks of tears that have started to flow. Needs explicit reassurance that he wasn’t too much :(

Still isn’t a fan of seeing you cry, so he lets you take control, too scared he will get caught up in the moment and push you too far. Flips you over into doggy and let’s you take what you need “Work yourself on my cock, baby. Fuck… that’s my sweet girl.” <3 Sunghoon sweetie agenda.

a/n: I feel like this is a lil short but I’m feeling a little silly today. I hope it makes you clap and smile. Dats all for today xx - princess

tag list: @sunoofairyofsass @cha0thicpisces (dm or fill out form to join tag list)

#enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enha imagines #enha scenarios #enhypen x y/n #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #enhypen requests #enhypen drabbles #enha x y/n #enha smut #enha reactions #enha x reader #requests for sunoo’s princess!! #xxsunoosprincess

[the-froschamethyst4]

Is your mom single?

𖤐Pairing: Husband!Price x Housewife!Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, smut, kissing/making out, inornate teenagers, married couple, language, slow and soft sex, P in V, fingering, eating out, talk about nudity, groping, biting/nipping, dirty talking, a bit of a size difference

𖤐Summary: Beau your 16-year-old son bring his friends over to the house, what you don't know his friend tease him about having a hot mom as for your husband doesn't like his sons friends talking about his hot wife

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3:00PM

Y/n was in the kitchen washing some dishes, her son could be seen from the kitchen window walking up the driveway, and his two best friends right behind him laughing and yelling being teen boys.

Beau opens the door to his home and greeted his mom.

"Hi mom," Beau says, he walks over to his mom and her hand went to his head kissing his temple.

"Hi, bud. Hi boys," she says with a smile on her face.

"Hi, Mrs.Price," both teen boys say at the same time.

"How was school?"

"Good," Beau says, he opens the fridge and grabbed three Gatorades. "Here," he says, with two for his friends but they weren't listening. "HEY!" Beau shouts.

They were staring at Y/n. How she moved around the kitchen and how her short sundress flowed.

"Huh?"

"Sorry," both boys say as they took the bottles from Beau.

"Come on," beau groans knowing they were still staring at Y/n even when they were walking away.

As beau went upstairs and Y/n was loading the dishwasher. The front door opened and Y/n's husband John Price walked in. He drops his things by the front door and walked up to Y/n.

Placing his big rough hands on her waist.

"How was the base?" She asked him. His lips went to her neck, just humming at her. "Price?"

"Boring, I just want to be here with you," he pushed himself closer to her, his crotch against her ass. "And have some fun," he smirks and kissed her neck again.

"Not tonight, Price. Your sons friends are here."

"What?" Price groans. Price doesn't like Beau's friends, they are always looking at Y/n. Making jokes about her, about how they will 'hit it from behind'.

Price has heard too many 'jokes' about his wife. But sometimes Beau would put them in their place. Which makes Price proud of his son for standing up for his mother.

"Price, their just kids."

"Annoying kids, you don't know what they say."

"What do they say?" She placed her hand on her hip in a sassy attitude.

Does he tell her the truth?

"Exactly, nothing," she goes back to washing her dishes. Price goes upstairs passing his sons bedroom.

He stops just to hear what they are saying.

"Dude, I promise you if your mom was single, I'd hit that."

"BRO! Do you really think, my mom would go for a teenager? She won't catch a felony for someone like you," Beau says.

"I mean come on, bro. Your mom is hot."

"The dresses she wears, how'd your dad get lucky?"

"Because my mom and dad love each other, that's why," Beau says.

Price then walked by the room like he didn't hear them. Price removed his uniform and got some comfortable clothes. A t-shirt and some sweatpants.

He goes back down and went back to his wife, holding her waist and kissing her neck again.

"Price," his hands held her hips and pushed against her ass once more. His lips went to her neck, collarbone and jaw line. His hands slowly went down her hips to just under her dress, lifting the bottom of it up.

He exposes her white lace panties, squeezing her ass and moving down and still kissing her back to biting at her ass cheek.

"P-Price," she moans. His fingers hooked around the top of the panties and pulled them down and letting them fall to her ankles.

He licks his lips and then pushes her over the counter, his tongue going between her folds and moving up between her cheeks. She always felt weird about 'eating ass' versus getting eaten out.

"P-Price," she moans again and turns. Exposing her pink clit to him. He smirks and leans forward kissing her inner thighs, just above her clit and then licking between her folds.

She holds the end of her dress and took the end into her mouth as he was eating her like she was his last meal. He then shoves his dry fingers inside of her. She moans and whines as his thick, rough and calloused fingers where hitting her spot.

She lets out a soft whine, her fingers getting tangled into his hair. Her legs resting on his shoulders, all of her weight was being held by Price.

"Dude if I'd be honest, your mom, holy shit," Beau's friend says.

"What? Say it. You'd fuck her, that's all you two say about my mom, she's hot, yeah, yeah whatever," Beau says.

"Dude, I'm still thirsty."

"Do you have any snacks?"

"I'll ask my mom," Beau says. He gets up and opens his door wide and yells. "MOM!"

Y/n could hear her son call for her. She drops the dress from her mouth and tries to cover her moans. "YES!?" She yells back also trying not to let a moan slip as Price started to move faster with his fingers and tongue.

"CAN WE HAVE SOME SNACKS!!?"

"Y-YES!" She moaned responding to Beau and coming in her husband's mouth. Price smirks and cleans up Y/n's lower half. He pulls her panties off.

"Fix them something to eat and I'll come find you and we'll continue," Price teased.

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After a while Y/n had brought a tray up to Beau's bedroom. She knocks on the door and opens it, setting the tray on the ground between all of the boys.

"There."

"Thanks, mom," Beau says.

"You're welcome," she kissed Beau's temple and walked out of his bedroom shutting the door behind her and going down the hall to her shared bedroom with Price.

She opens the door and saw Price sitting on the end of the bed, naked, completely bear, his dick standing proud immediately seeing his wife in the doorway.

She quickly shuts the door behind her and walked towards him and stripping form her dress, letting it fall to her ankles and kicking the dress away.

She sits on Price's lap and started to kiss his lips. His hands went to her body running up and down her soft and smooth body. Pinching at her skin, sucking on her neck and chest. Leaving small bruises on her skin.

She could feel his hard dick under her, she slightly sits up and gently grabs a hold of his dick, his tip rubbing between her wet folds. She then moves it just under her to her hole and slowly lowering herself onto his dick.

"Ah!" she moans when his tip just barely hits her spot. She slowly grinds on him, his dick resting inside of her, she moans into the kiss her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on her ass and making her move back and forth.

"H-Holy fuck, you feel so good, baby," he coos in her ear, and kissed her neck.

"A-AH!" She moans.

"You're shaking baby, does it feel good?" He asks.

"Y-Yes," she stutters. Price falls back with Y/n on top of him, hands still gripping her ass, and making her move at the same pace.

"F-Fuck," they both moan at the same time.

The feeling of Y/n being tight around Price was making him go insane, and the feeling of Price just being inside of Y/n makes her feel too good and she doesn't want this to end at all.

"P-Price," she moans.

He cups her face, and kissed her lips as the sex was slow and soft versus their usual sex, it was usually fast and rough while also trying to be quiet.

But soft and slow, it was just hard to be quiet.

Y/n sits up, bouncing softly on him and squeezing around him, when she goes down making Price go crazy and one hand squeezes at her thighs and the other at her ass and giving her a smack on the ass as well.

His hands holding her hips, she was close and he was to. Price moved his hips just a few times hitting Y/n's spot over and over and then finally coming together.

Y/n lets out a soft moan, Price lets out a deep moan, and kept Y/n on his dick taking in his cum.

"Price," she moans.

"God, you take me so well," he says, cupping her face and bring her closer to his lips and kissing her.

Which soon turned into a soft make out session, his dick still inside of her lower half.

"You're a slut," Price says in between kisses and smacking her ass.

"Am not," she pouts as Price giggles at her.

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11:00PM

Price held Y/n close to his naked body. They didn't bother putting their clothes back on after their quick shower. Y/n plays with Prices chest hair and smiled up at him as he talked.

"Must you play with my chest hair?" He gently swats her hand away.

"I like it," she says, as his big arm wraps around her small waist. She looks up at him and kissed his lips as his other hand was gripping her thighs and bring it over his stomach, and he slowly moved his hand down and played with her wet folds.

"AH!"

"God, I love the woman body. Self lubricating pussy, being able to get off just by fingers gently touching you, your walls shed every month, carrying around a human being for 9 months in your belly. Jesus, to be a woman."

"Where is this coming from, Price?" She laughs at him and went back to playing with his chest.

"I'm just saying," he says.

"That was so random."

"Not as random as you thinking I played with myself when I was deployed for 5 months."

"You did though."

"ONCE!" She giggles at her husband and kissed his lips again.

"I'm going to go check on the boys," she says getting up and grabbing a bra and panties and a silk robe.

"Come back, soon."

"I'm not leaving the house." She says. She walks out of the bedroom and heads down the hall and knocked on the door.

She didn't hear anything and opened the door seeing they were asleep with his LED light still on.

She walks in and went to Beau's bed, she moves his blonde hair off his forehead and kissed his forehead being careful not to wake the other boys.

She shuts the door and walks back into her bedroom removing her silk robe and undergarments crawling back into bed with her husband.

"Could we do a second round?" She asked.

Price leans back arms behind his head and smirking while looking at Y/n's naked body. "Of course."

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #price x y/n #price x you #price x reader #cod price #captain john price #john price #captain price #price

[indieyuugure]

Your comic series is the first Rottmnt comic Iv ever read! It was an amazing first impression to the Rottmnt fandom! Could you teach me how to draw the turtle boys ( rise turtles)?

Also love the new update!

Aw! I’m so glad my comic made on good impression on you! ^v^

Of course! I’d love to help you!

So first thing’s first, here’s the boys the best I can draw them. The most important thing when learning to draw new characters is identifying what makes them look like them. We’ll start with the faces since that’s, in most cases, the point of focus.

Leo’s face is a pretty tall and vaguely pentagonal. His face is also very angular, the corners of his cheeks and top of his head are very sharp. Leo has the traditional style mask with tails that drop down to about his waist.

Donnie has that smart boi forehead and majestic eyebrows. His forehead often has a soft curve to it while, similarly to Leo, his cheeks and jaw use sharp angles. Remember too that the top of his head is flat, there’s no curve. His mask is that newer pirate style that wraps over the top of his head, with the tails looking like curvy squares.

Mikey’s face is a combination of a rounded square and a circle. The top of his head, while much rounder than Donnie’s, is somewhat square. The bottom of his face is a curve. Sometimes I draw the curve in line segments, but it’s not a requirement and won’t impact the way he looks. In general though, Mikey has a very circular face. His mask is the traditional TMNT style with the rounded bouncing tails on the back.

Raph is arguably the hardest to get right for some odd reason. Really though Raph’s face is just a shorter version of Leo’s face with slightly more exaggerated angles. His face is like a fat pentagon. Also tip: Raph’s eyes are always just a little smaller then you think they’re going to be. Trace some scenes from the ROTTMNT movie, you’ll see what I mean. Raph’s mask is the same style as Donnie’s where it covers the whole top of his head. There’s a small nick on the edge above his right cheek and the tails are tattered.

Okay, next are their markings! They play a lot in how easily identifiable they are.

I figured these diagrams should help as a little map as to what spots go where.

Alright, now we’ll look at their shells. There are many amazing diagrams and explanations for drawing their shells on Pinterest I’ve found, but I’ll sum it up here as best I can.

Leo’s shell is very sleek in design making his is profile look the thinnest of his brothers. Many people describe his general body shape as being an inverted triangle.

Donnie’s shell is very straight with hardly any curves. I didn’t include his battle shell in this since that qualifies as “gear” in my opinion, so you get to see what Donnie’s shell looks like! You’ll notice that the sides of his shell are very wide, which I’m guessing is because the curve of his carapace is so shallow.

Mikey’s shell is very similar to Leo’s but is a lot thicker and boxier(haha get it? Cause he’s like, a Box Turtle? :D I’m so lame…). He’s also much rounder and the distance between his plastron and carapace is pretty big.

Raph’s shell is probably the most complex of the boys because of all the spikes. Good things to keep in mind are that the spikes on the top of his plastron angle out, and spikes on his carapace flow up. In general think of Raph as a pentagon, he’s got big broad shoulders and arms and almost comically short legs. (And yes, I’m aware that I didn’t include the side of his shell here, it was too big to fit on the diagram. But just to give you an idea of where it should be, around the “w” in “flow” is where it should connect to his carapace.

Okay! So now that we’ve covered what the boys look like, let’s apply it to their bodies!

Here’s a quick sketch of Leo. “Oh, but Indie” I hear people say, “I can only draw basic shapes and stick figures!” Well to that I say good because that’s what I’m doing too!

For drawing action, it’s crucial to capture the energy of the character. And in a style like Rise’s energy is an iconic trait. So I’ve re-invented this “shape method” to actually be useful. The number one thing is that these shapes are loose guides as to the positioning of the body. Don’t think of these shapes as “well chests are like cubes and arms are like rectangles.” These shapes are place holders. I could replace those circles with stars and it wouldn’t change anything. I just use circles because they’re faster to scribble and stand out against the hard angles of everything else.

Here’s a picture of the shapes overlayed on the image, as you see, these shapes are guides to help comprehend a complex angle in 3D space. Sadly I don’t have much I can assist with on proportions, since I learned purely by studying total uncreepily real life people and myself (I swear I’m posing in the mirror for purely educational reasons! Okay!?).

But anyway, for this kind of thing, practice is the only remedy. Just draw action pose after action pose. Trace scenes from ROTTMNT and the movie to teach your eye to see what things should look like and to train your brain to recognize patterns of shapes and angles.

I hope you found this at all helpful. I’m not really sure how great of a teacher I am but people keep asking questions like these so I guess I’m okay. Glad you liked ROTP so much and I’m glad it made such a good impression on you! ^v^

Good question! :]

And of course if you have more questions, feel free to ask. Here are some previous asks about drawing I’ve gotten that you might also find interesting:

Tricks for Drawing Extra Expressive Faces

More Tricks for Drawing Expressions

Tips and Tricks to Drawing Non-Graphic Wounds

Basic Guide and Tips for Drawing the 2012 and Rise Turtles

How to Draw 2012 Raph’s Fire Ninpo

Nailing The 2012 TMNT Style in 2D

Important Concepts in Drawing Female Characters

#q&a #tmnt #ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #art #art tips #drawing #drawing tips #drawing stuff #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[mattmurdocksscars]

Snapped

Alright yall here it is! This is based off of this idea. So many of you wanted me to expand so I made a short fic of it. This is just under 2k words. Happy Sinful Sunday, my loves!

Warnings: Unprotected P in V, neck grabbing, rough sex, Matt's a little mean.

The grip Matthew Murdock had on his control was rock solid. It had to be when he believed he had the devil in him. He kept that side of him locked away in chains, only to be released on the unsuspecting scum of Hell's Kitchen. 

And lately, you.

You were an anomaly to Matt. You had come into his life and accepted him completely, devil and all. You offered up your heart, soul, and body in return and Matt had never been happier. His life was finally looking up. 

But that didn't mean he didn't still have bad days.

It had been a week from hell for Matt and it seemed like you weren't making things any easier. You seemed to tease him at every turn, knowing Matt was too busy to indulge in the sweet release you dangled in front of him. 

Saturday night he finally had enough. He was getting ready for his nightly patrol, everything but his mask on when you walked out of the bedroom in nothing but one of his button down shirts. And if that wasn't enough, you took one look at him and crossed your arms, popping your hip out. 

"Matt, are you seriously going out tonight?" 

That ironclad control of his… snapped.

Prowling forward, he backed you up until your back hit the wall, his hand wrapping around your throat. He pressed his fingers under the hinge of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. He took a deep, low breath and rumbled quietly at the scent of you. No trace of fear, just arousal. He skimmed his nose up the side of your cheek before speaking into your ear.

"You are walking a very fine line, sweetheart. Be careful you don't overstep." He heard the uptick in your heartbeat and smirked. "Choose your next words very carefully."

"I'm just worried about you, Matt. You've had a long week and you promised me you'd take a break today and you haven't."

Matt instantly felt a little bad about snapping at you but your body language told him you honestly didn't mind. Then he remembered the ways you've been teasing him all week.

"A long week, huh? And you wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"

You had the decency to look sheepish at his comment.

"I can't help it if you're just irresistible when you're riled up. Besides, I kept hoping you'd take the bait and take a break from everything. I've missed you this week." You admitted quietly. 

"Oh, now you're being demure. You weren't so sweet when you were helping to rile me up." 

"Matt, please…"

"Please what, sweetheart? Use your words." He cooed condescendingly. You narrowed your eyes at his tone.

"And if I don't?"

"Then I will tie you to the bed, put a vibrator in your pussy, and leave you there all night." He threatened making your heart lurch. You knew he meant every word and so you swallowed your pride and asked him for what you wanted.

"Please fuck me, Matt. I need it, I need you. I've missed you so much this week-" Matt's mouth descended onto yours, effectively shutting you up. He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue. One hand stayed around your throat while the other grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. Then, he pressed his entire body into yours, making you moan into his mouth.

"Keep your hands here." Matt commanded before letting go of your wrists in favor of trailing his hand down your body. You did as he said, keeping your hands above your head. Slowly, Matt kissed his way down your jaw and neck before dropping to his knees in front of you. He pushed up the shirt you were wearing to nuzzle at your stomach and nipped at your hip bone when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"Had plans, did you?" He asked. You bit your lip.

"Let's just say I was determined to get you to take a break." You admitted breathlessly. Matt hummed and kissed right above your clit, causing your breath to hitch.

"Mission accomplished, I suppose." He murmured. Before you could say anything else, Matt was pulling a leg over his shoulder and diving into your cunt. You moaned loudly as he licked a stripe up your cunt and it took everything in you to keep your hands in place. 

"Good girl. Keep those hands up." Matt broke away long enough to say before diving back in. He worked you over quickly but before you could cum, he pulled away. You whined, your body lurching at the sudden loss of stimulation. 

"Don't whine. I still remember the way you've teased me all week. The only way you're cumming tonight is on my cock and when I say so. Understand?" Matt tsked.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now go lay down on the bed and spread those legs for me. Keep the shirt on." You raised an eyebrow but did as he said. It took a minute before he followed you but when he entered the room, he was naked. His movements were still very much a prowl and as he made his way to the end of the bed, he towered over you. Slowly, he crawled over you, settling in between your legs.

He leaned down and kissed you languidly, like he had all the time in the world. You could feel his dick caught between the two of you, its length hard and leaking. He ground himself against you as he kissed you, and you whimpered into his mouth. You were unsure if you were allowed to touch him so you kept your hands to yourself, gripping the sheets in your fists.

"You can touch me, sweetheart." You sighed in relief and you brought your hands up, burying them into his hair. Matt shifted his hips and then he was grinding his dick against your pussy. You both moaned at the feeling and Matt quickly lined himself up and sunk in. You cried out at the sudden intrusion and Matt cursed at the way your walls seemed to clamp down on him. 

"You okay, sweetheart? You feel so damn good." Matt panted. You whimpered and nodded.

"Please, fuck. Need you to move, baby." Matt groaned and obliged, moving his hips in a rough rhythm. He fucked you hard, one hand on your hip and the other holding himself up. With every snap of his hips, you seemed to move up the bed until you were practically crushed against the headboard. Matt kissed you through it, his lips scorching their way across your lips, jaw, and throat. 

It didn't take long for you to approach your high, your previous ruined orgasm making it easy for Matt to wind you up again. 

"Beg me for it, sweetheart. Beg me to make you cum." Matt slowed to a grind, giving you just enough to drive you higher but not enough to get you there. You couldn't help but to whine.

"Matt, please, please. I've been good for you, I've done as you asked. Please let me cum. Please." Matt smirked, the look almost feral, and slid his hand from your hip to thumb at your clit as he picked back up the pace. 

"Come on, sweetheart, cum for me. Let me feel it." You cried out as you came, body locking up around Matt. He worked you through it, gritting his teeth to stave off his own orgasm. 

"That's it, sweetheart, that's it. Doing so good for me." When you finally came down from your high, Matt pulled out of you and flipped you over. You yelped at the sudden change and Matt chuckled.

"Hope you didn't think I was done with you." Matt growled as he positioned you on your hands and knees. He smoothed a hand up your spine before burying his hand in your hair and pulling, forcing you to arch your back.

"Good girl…" Matt murmured before sinking back into your heat. He set another brutal pace, fucking you hard and fast. You took it willingly, moaning and writhing beneath him. 

"Matt- God- fucking me so good. Missed you, missed this." You babble, mind gone due to the way Matt was fucking every thought out of you. Above you, Matt smirked and angled his hips so he hit your G spot with every thrust, effectively rendering you beyond words. You could do nothing but moan and whimper beneath him. Matt moaned above you, the feeling of you clenching around him almost too much.

"That's my good girl. Taking everything I give you. You're gonna make cum, baby. Are you gonna take it? Gonna let me fill you up?" 

"Yes, Matt, yes! Fuck, please! Let me feel it." Never one to take without giving, Matt slipped one hand beneath you and began thumbing at your clit again. You screamed as it shoved you suddenly over the edge. Matt groaned and came as well, buried deep within you. He slid out of you, hissing at the oversensitivity, and laid down beside you. You both just lay there panting. You felt Matt shift and then his hand was grasping one of yours.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" You asked, completely bewildered.

"For being so busy this week. I really have been neglecting you and that's-"

"Matt, be quiet. You have nothing to apologize for. You haven't been neglecting me. You're busy. I get that. There's gonna be times like this no matter what you do and I'm not going to leave you just because you have a lot going on." You told him, squeezing his hand and rolling to face him. Matt's eyes were wide and darting around, like he couldn't quite believe you really weren't going to leave him. So you tugged on his hand and pulled him in so he was laying with his head on your chest.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Murdock. I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

At that, Matt couldn't help but chuckle. He positioned himself so his ear was right above your heart, listening to it pound away, proof you were alive and with him.

"I think I'd like that." He would have to get up eventually, would have to go out. But for now, cradled in your embrace, he hurt a little less and that was all that mattered to him.

#matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader

[dearharriet]

Congrats on 150!! For your celebration I was thinking Bad idea right? Is soooooo Sirius black.

you are sooo right, my love, that’s exactly who i had in mind haha. thank u sm for the request! (wc: 765) (cw: pg-13 smut)

There’s nothing hotter than a secret meetup, which makes your circumstances all the more unfortunate. It’s hard to hear anything above the thumping bass of the club, but the crackling phone line meets your ear like a challenge. Sirius is on the other end, working like a dog to persuade you to meet him, and you can’t hold out much longer.

“Darling,” he begs, tugging at your heart with his old nickname. “I miss you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have dumped me, then.”

He sucks a breath in like you’ve actually wounded him. Feeling the conversation run long, you glance around the corner to make sure your friends are still where you left them, dancing obliviously.

“I know it, love. Only a raging idiot would let you go. I’m a jealous prick, and I don’t deserve you.”

He’s really groveling, you think, lips curling into a smirk. You could probably say anything now and he’d agree with you.

“For once, I think you’re right. You don’t deserve me. If anything, I should go home with one of the guys here,” you breathe, your voice pitching down. “Let him have his way with me, and then send you a scanty photo to cry about.”

Sirius’ breath catches. “You’d have every right.”

The pit in your stomach grows, and you know some stranger would never satiate it. Sirius is wrapped around your finger, and you’re so tempted to take him up on his offer.

“But,” continues Sirius when you leave the line dead, “you know they’d never make you feel the way I can.”

That’s the final straw.

“Send me your address,” you murmur hurriedly, already assembling a plan to escape your friends. Sirius halts it in its tracks.

“Stay there, I’ll come get you,” he says instead, his voice husky and dark. I’m so in for it, you think.

Twenty minutes later, Sirius finds you loitering a block away from the club, mace in hand. He leans across the center console to open his passenger door, and you poke your head in.

“Hey,” you breathe.

Sirius jerks his head up as a means of greeting.

“Get in.”

You do as he says, sliding into the familiar seat beside him. It’s been months since you’ve seen him, but he looks exactly the same; still the hottest man you’ve ever met.

Sirius is watching you, too, taking in your skimpy top and short skirt with hungry eyes. If you had any doubts about the chemistry still standing between you two, they’re immediately banished.

“C’mere,” Sirius grunts, patting his lap. You can’t get there fast enough.

He feels so good under you, familiar and warm. His hands don’t hesitate the way that strangers’ do, they just grip the meat of your thighs with abandon. Similarly, you don’t hesitate to plant your mouth on his, weaving into the song and dance you two have performed a thousand times.

“I meant what I said, doll,” Sirius groans as you pull back to attend to his spotless throat. “I really have missed you.”

“You have me on your lap, Sirius, you don’t have to convince me anymore.”

He chuckles at that, grabbing meanly at your ass.

“You always were too sharp for me.”

Pulling away from his bobbing throat, you scoot yourself closer to his pelvis, finding him hot and ready beneath you. You don’t feel sharp. If anything, you’re more convinced you’re not thinking at all.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, and that’s exactly what you don’t want to hear. Lust is fine, but everything else has to stay off the table.

“Sirius.” You suck harshly at a spot under his jaw and he hums, in pleasure and in question. “Shut up,” you say, and then cover his mouth with yours again, tugging at his silky hair. He smiles into your mouth and you lick behind those wicked teeth, knowing them as well as your own.

“Take your pants off,” you suddenly demand, and Sirius looks at you like you’re crazy. “What?”

“We’re not having car sex on a well-lit street, babe.”

You frown. “It sure seems like we are.”

Sirius laughs, a touch hysterical. “Uh-uh. No way.” His hands come up to untangle yours from his hair. “My place or yours?”

With a huff, you pull yourself off of him, dizzy and warm with desire. Without a word, you buckle yourself in, silently relenting to his terms. As he sets a big hand on your flushed thigh, you glance over at him, and you know you’ve made a terrible mistake. Still, you’re not about to turn back now.

“Your place,” you say, “baby.”

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[prettyboykatsuki]

are you awake yet

is it time to talk about boot humping bakugo

safe with you | k. bakugou

✮ cw ; afab + gn!reader, boot-humping but loving akjdkjd, mutual masturbation, facials, the title sir, sub!reader, soft dom!bkg , praise and adoration bc its bkg <3 18+

✮ wc ; 1.5k (??)

✮ a/n ; i am awake sorry this came at 3am though ajhjdjk. also they have a very established switch for switch dynamic. writing my yearly dom bkg content lmao

also this is not the most original concept but its my iteration so i hope thats alright

It's not even that he's being particularly demeaning to you. You'd have to initiate it, because Bakugou always has been a simple person during sex. He's always busy but he's home today after early dismissal. Has on those thick, black boots with hefty rugged soles.

He's cleaned them off after coming from his job. So clean the light of your living room is bouncing off the bronzey metal.

And you're sitting on the floor of your living room. You come crawling towards him mostly to rest your head on his lap or just give him a nudge. You notice he looks good. He always does. Has the most handsome face even when it's twisted into a scowl - at home it's relaxed. The soft curve of his jaw, the pull of his lips - all flat nose bridge and pretty, straight lashes.

Clean, shiny boots. His costume is still on. Mask is pulled up and pushing his hair back. He hasn't even taken off his gloves today, not yet. His arms are muscular stretched over his head in exhaustion. enough to see his midriff coming through. Wispy blonde hairs in a trail above the low hand of his pants.

You rest your chin on his knee and he looks at you fondly. Lovingly. even though he usually looks so mean there's a warm, watery look to his eyes as he reaches his hands out towards you. He rubs your cheek with his gloves on. Pets your head so tenderly it makes you feel like you'll melt into the floor.

"Hey," He hums, a small smile on his lips. so full of mirth you can't breathe "Miss me so much?"

"Stupid question."

"I'm rubbin' off on you more and more everyday," He says. You laugh because it's true.

"You look really good right now," You offer bluntly. His face splits into a grin. A smirk, really - the kind where it barely flashes his teeth. In another life he has canines, fangs sharp enough to rip through you.

"That right?"

This part of him, so riddled with confidence, always makes your stomach feel like it's burning. So often Bakugou is rational and relative. A little irritable, a little ridiculous. It's been a long road, and he's finally at that place where the confidence is well-earned. No longer misshapen inferiority tacked together with anger.

But real, unshakeable confidence. He believes you when you tell him that he looks good. He gets a little cocky about it, and it only ever makes him sexier. Only he could ever pull it off. A wave of desire washes over you, a heat. You nod absently, and it's like something switches in him. A tenderness that's sharpened with love, with want.

"You wanna do something about it?" He gathers, maybe from the look in your eyes. You nod and he smiles again, a little fiercer this time around.

"And what's that? Gotta tell me or i won't know for shit."

"On your boots. Wanna—"

"Wanna hump my fucking boots?" And he laughs, breathless, a tent pitching that you can see from where you sit "Really?"

"Uh-huh. Can I?"

"I'd never say no to you, sweetheart." he says, clicking his teeth like it's the most obvious thing in the world "Go ahead. Do it like you fucking mean it."

"Yes, Sir."

A switch flips off in him. You can see it on his face, the realization washing over him. He laughs a little to himself. So it's like that, written all over his face. You rest yourself on his leg, a feeling welling up inside of you that you can't describe.

You scoot a little. Line yourself up along the edge of his boot, your clit touching the roundest part. You're glad you're wearing shorts, even though you're so certain that they're going to be soaked through because the direct contact might too much. You're worked up and wet and aching.

Bakugou is gentle. He's kind, a sort of pride rolling off him in waves as he guides your head to his leg. You press your cheek against his thigh.

"Want somethin' to watch, baby?"

"Yes. Please." You answer back. Small and simple. He laughs a little but abides your request. You watch carefully with your head tilted, as he pulls his cock out from his pants.

Half-hard, thicker than it's long with the tip and aching red that leaves heat crawling up your neck. He reaches forward to you, cupping his palm and giving you a tilted smile. The removal of his gloves is so painfully deliberate. Calloused hands, but beautifully thick fingers. You spit in his palm obediently, staring as it drips down his shaft. He goes slow, palms fisted around the base of his cock as he strokes it.

"Go on," He encourages, tender but teasing "Make yourself feel good."

So you do. It takes a little effort to work up to the right rhythm. You have to hold onto his leg - feel the hardness of as you anchor yourself up enough to roll your hips. It doesn't feel good until it does. Until there's enough pressure on you that you moan out. Your eyes are fluttery as you stare Bakugou.

And he's watching you so intently, fixed on the sight of you underneath him. There's something that always borders on obsessive when you get like this. Makes his chest swell up with pride that you want this, want him enough to hump against the steel toes of his work boots. You look damn good doing it, eyes hazy and shorts slowly riding up - curve of your ass and the bend of your knee making it hard for him to breathe.

The room is so thick with lust you can taste it in the back of your mouth. Bakugou strokes his cock, melting into the couch - head thrown back but always looking at you. He reaches a free hand out to touch you, using his thumb to wipe drool from the corner of your lips.

"So damn messy," He say, tucking his thumb into your mouth "You're gonna ruin my work pants, baby."

"Sorry." You hum. He chuckles.

"Making a mess of my boots too, probably." He hums, low as you suck his thumb "Gonna 'em all shiny, huh?"

A whine escapes your throat, a garbled and desperate sound as something gets all knotted up inside of you. The descent is slow and impatient. Makes your breath hitch hard with such utter need. You can feel it, how good you're feeling. How wet your getting, how even through the material there's more of a slip than it would be. And every time you open your eyes up - Bakugou is staring at you.

Peering at your needy expression with red eyes, thumb over slit and shivering from his sensitivity. It's the sight of you that he's using to get off. He's excited watching you be desperate, watching your expression change into one of utter devastation.

You're his favorite, messy angel. The sweetest thing in the whole world when you're like this. It makes Bakugou want to take care of you. Guide you gently, patiently towards the edge. Pushes all of his pride down and replaces it with devotion hard enough to swallow you - to make the glassy look in your eyes feel so fucking earned.

He does earn it. Earns his titles, always. Like Sir is just as important as Mr. Dynamight. Always earns that sweet fucking face you make when he fucks you into a stupid mess. You're beautiful like that, really. Beautiful when you're ruined, when you give him the wheel to take you where you need to go.

He softens his voice for you, just enough timbre to make your insides hot and sticky. "You wanna cum, don't you? Wanna cum humping my fucking boot."

"Yes, Sir."

"So well-mannered when you want something." He praises, though it sounds a little mean "Look at you. Didn't even get to take my work clothes off."

You want to say sorry. You're too close to think of the fact he's teasing you and that part of you makes him wrought with affection.

You feel hot as you whimper.

"C-can I cum, Sir? P-please, oh, pleaseplease."

"Close your eyes, sweetheart." He says, a tremor in his voice "Let's cum together."

You close your eyes and listen well as you let yourself go. It takes you a minute to get there, but the minute you pulse the first time - you feel something hot spill out against your cheek. You think it gets on your clothes too but you can't really tell. You're too busy cumming with him, all of you unravelling as you pulse and thrash and hold on so tight to Bakugou like your life depends on it.

You cum hard - eyes still closed. You hear Bakugou mumble something above you as you catch your breath. Some plastic crinkling and the feeling of something wet wiping off your cheeks. You wait until he's done to peel your eyes back open.

"Still with me? Feeling okay?" He checks in. You yawn but don't move.

"Yeah. Wanna say here for a bit though."

He laughs, petting your head.

"You look real comfortable."

You laugh with him.

"I am. I kinda see why you do this so much."

A flush spread on his face.

"Shut up."

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou smut #bnha smut #writing tag #return to sender #its a miracle i managed to write this without collapsing into a fit of dust

[yrluvjane]

dbf! james potter who nuzzles your nose and calls you a pretty girl.

His teeth graze your skin, and your hands reach up to tug at his hair as rough as you can allow yourself to.

You can barely put a thought together. His hair, his cologne, his hands, everything is everywhere to a point where you can barely make a sound.

"Such a pretty girl." He mutters low in your ear, brushing his nose over yours as he places a kiss right behind your earlobe. "My pretty girl." He bites down gently, and you let out a little gasp.

He grunts out a chuckle and pulls back. It's enough to make you whine and buck your hips up. But James's thighs are holding you down, and his arm lays unmoving on your waist.

"James, please" You beg and pout when he arches a brow in reply, he pushes himself up and rests on his arms. He's bottom half is still locking you down against the mattress and he uses his other hand to brush away the strands of hair sticking to your face.

"Want something, love?" You groan at him, trying to push yourself to the side but with his weight on you it's impossible, you huff and face him and you're sure you're about to cry out of frustration if he doesn't give you something.

"You're being mean." You comment and he raises his stupid brow again. "I'm being mean? How am I being 'mean'?"

You begin to say something but are cut short when his fingers are lining a path down your cheek. They make their way down to your jaw and trail all the way up to your chin.

He lifts your chin up and and all you can do is watch his head dispear from your sight as leans over and places a small delicate kiss on your throat.

Your hand grabs the side of his shirt and bunching in your fist and pulling it in hopes to somewhat ground you as he begins sucking the skin of which where he already kissed you.

His hand reaches down to pull off your grip on his shirt and he uses his other hand to grab your other wrist and before you can even process his plans he has both your arms pinned above your head.

"James." You mutter and your eyes flutter as you feel his fingers make their way to the waistband of your underwear. He outlines the band with his thumb and your heart skips a beat when his fingers dip into your folds.

Your back arches and a loud moan slips out, quickly shushed by a heavy kiss. "Your dad... is right downstairs, love. You wouldn't want him finding out, do you?"

"Please." You're immediately kept quiet with another kiss. His fingers dance in torturing circles, and your mind goes completely blank when he finally stretches you.

Your brain can barely handle his touches let alone process his dirty commentary. The only thing you can do is mindlessly whisper his name over and over.

#james potter smut #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter x reader smut #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter drabble #james potter blurb #marauders era #marauders smut

[xjustakay]

taking care of you

(2.2K) nsfw — explicit sexual content; daddy James, brat Regulus, spanking for my love damagecontrol since they finished their readings and i promised<33

Regulus knows that he’s been playing a dangerous game all day. 

Hanging up mid-phone call on James’ lunch break. The way he stopped answering texts after being snippy when James told him he’d be home late from the office. Then he’d gone and made it worse, got himself all dressed up —picked James’ favorite leather skirt out of the closet and a fishnet tee cropped above his slim waist. Sent James a mirror selfie in the full getup and a quick ‘going out with Barty and Evan’ after not texting at all for two hours.

Of course, Regulus hadn’t actually gone out. In fact, right after sending the message, he’d stripped back out of the outfit, put his phone on silent, and done a necessary reading. Since then, he’s run himself a bath, sunk into the steaming water without a care in the world for the fact that he’s been one hell of a brat all day.

A new semester starts again tomorrow and he’s stressed out, fucking sue him for being a little bitchy about it.

The point is, Regulus is well aware that he’s pushed the limits of James’ forgiveness of his attitude for the day. Which means he’s got another thing coming once James finally gets home. James has been flooded with work, has had cases piling up that involve clients that make him want to pull his hair out some days.

So, yeah. Regulus is going to be in trouble. He’s struggling to find the issue with that, however, when he knows what the punishment tends to look like.

He’s been in the bath for about fifteen minutes, already debating getting out, but then he hears the chirp of the penthouse’s code lock on the front door. A smirk twitches at the edges of his mouth and he sinks further into the water instead. He tilts his head back against the tub’s edge and closes his eyes, the picture of relaxed ease.

It takes active restraint not to smirk again when he hears James come into the adjoined bedroom and huff a dry laugh. Another several moments and he’s coming into the bathroom, Regulus finally opening his eyes with a flutter of his lashes.

“Didn’t go out, I see,” James says.

His tone doesn’t give anything away yet, but Regulus notes the tension in his jaw as he clenches his teeth together. James is a touch too rough about the way that he rolls the white sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows. Regulus eyes the flex of his fingers, the chorded muscle of his forearms.

“Changed my mind,” He mutters, passive.

James lets out a short hum, nodding once. “Right.”

Regulus pulls his lower lip between his teeth when James kneels beside the bathtub. Instinctively, Regulus shifts in the water to lean closer to the edge, closer to James. His eyes drag along the line of James’ jaw, darkened by five o’clock shadow he’ll shave away again later. Before Regulus can fully lean over the tub and kiss at it like he wants to, James’ hand catches him beneath his jaw, palm against his throat. 

“You’ve been a brat today.”

“Sorry.” Fingers press harder into his skin, tilting his head back a little further; James clearly unimpressed with his flippant tone.

Darkened hazel eyes flicker over the dwindling suds in the bath water then back up to where Regulus is held in place, waiting for the next move.

James squeezes one more time then sucks his teeth. Says in a low tone, “Get out and dry off. Don’t bother getting dressed.”

Regulus waits until James is at the bathroom doorway before replying, “Of course, daddy.”

James pauses to narrow his eyes at the false sweetness of it, then exits the bathroom. Despite his behavior of the day, Regulus knows better than to push it further in the moment. He’s already in deep enough shit, so he does as he’s asked, getting out of the bath and drying off quickly to reenter the bedroom.

At the end of the king size bed, James sits fully clothed in his suit trousers, dress shirt, and tie still, making Regulus feel particularly on display as he approaches him fully naked. James’ thighs part to make room for him where he stops, but there’s still nothing else to give away what his plans are.

“Do you know how many texts you ignored today?” He asks. Regulus shakes his head and James lifts his phone, opens their messages, and turns the screen toward him. “Go on, have a look.”

Regulus does, counting the blue bubbles silently before saying the final number out loud because he knows James expects him to.

“Fourteen,” James repeats pointedly, tossing his phone up the bed after the fact.

He scoots back, legs still hanging off the bed, but obviously making room. Regulus knows exactly what for. Still, James darts his eyes down toward his open lap anyway in indication. Biting his lip, Regulus takes a slow deep breath through his nose, then moves exactly how he’s wanted.

Laid across James’ lap, forearms and elbows dug into the mattress on one side, knees on the other, hips hovering over James. A warm hand smooths down the line of his spine, over the curve of his ass, along the back of his thigh. He does his best not to shiver, cock twitching as his arousal increases.

“You’re gonna count,” James instructs, no room for argument. He settles the same hand on Regulus’ left ass cheek to confirm what’s expected. “One for every text.”

“Okay, daddy.” Regulus nods, voice already going breathless before they’ve even begun.

He knew something like this was coming, some subconscious part of him craving the static that fills his head when James is like this. If this is what he gets for being a brat, then so be it. It’s better than the irritation that’s had him by the throat all day —he’d always much rather it be James.

The first crack against his skin has him gasping, but he still counts like he’s meant to. The second, third, and fourth merit biting into his lip in between when James purposely spanks in the exact same spot, leaving the sting and an undoubtedly obvious red print behind on his ass. Five, six, seven and the numbers come out sobbed.

It’s become difficult for Regulus to steadily hold himself up, his arms shaking and twinging in protest, but he tries to ignore it. His cock is hard and leaking, smearing precum against James’ trousers when his hips jerk forward every time a harsh palm comes down. He’s got seven more of these and god knows what else is coming his way, so he tries to collect himself, let the dull buzz between his ears take over. 

James has got him, he trusts that, that’s all that really matters.

“Doing so well, baby,” James murmurs. Like he knows Regulus needs to hear it even though he’s in trouble.

Regulus can feel the rigid line of James’ cock straining against his trousers, nudging up against his belly. He sucks in a shaking breath and nods his head, giving the silent okay to continue with the second half of the doled out punishment.

James drags his palm over the inflamed skin on the left side of his ass and Regulus flinches, whimpering. A low hum of appreciation from above before James settles his hand on his right asscheek. He gives Regulus the briefest moment to breathe in again before bringing his hand down.

“Eight.” It’s a wavering groan, something Regulus barely recognizes as himself at this point.

Nine, ten, and he’s grinding earnestly against James’ thigh now, can feel the wet patch he’s left on the stiff material. Eleven, twelve, there are tears in his eyes, his counting coming out strangled between whines. Thirteen, Regulus hangs his head heavily, the number muffled as he shakes visibly in his position.

James grips his hair with his free hand, tugging him back up, and Regulus moans, long and lewd. 

“Last one, baby, make it count, then I can really take care of you.”

“Please, daddy,” Regulus sobs. A tear slides down his cheek when James uses his hold to knock his head around on his neck.

“Last one,” James repeats.

He makes Regulus nod his head in a mockery of agreement, fingers still tight around dark curls. Regulus squeezes his eyes shut and braces himself. Maybe it’s the reality of it being over, maybe it’s the delicious sting burning on both sides of his ass making him positively dizzy, but that fourteenth smack makes him see fucking stars. 

He’s going to have a bitch of a time sitting through classes tomorrow, but he doesn’t even care. There’s not a fucking thought in his head right now.

Finally, James relinquishes his grip on Regulus’ hair, instead towing him up onto his knees by his shoulders. Regulus’ face is hot, sticky with the few more tears that have slipped free. He sways on his knees, blinking heavy lids as his dazed eyes try to focus on where James is watching him carefully.

“Ready to be good?” James asks. He’s gentler than when he first came home, the agitation with him gone, making room for the way that he’s so damn good at taking care of him, even in this way.

Regulus nods, having to catch a hand on James’ shoulder when the motion sends the room spinning a little. He’s not even sure what he can manage without being in pain, because his ass fucking hurts, James having not held back each time another spank was delivered. As James lays backward, legs still dangling off the bed, he tugs on Regulus’ hand to move upward.

He shuffles a bit awkwardly on his knees, another whimper escaping when he straddles James’ hips. That’s not what James was intending, evidently, because his hands curl around Regulus’ hips and he guides him up, up, up, until—

“Oh.” It slips past Regulus’ lips the moment his thighs bracket James’ shoulders, the head of his leaking cock nudging at his chin.

“Let daddy take care of you properly now, yeah, baby?” He asks the question but follows it by tilting his chin down to his chest, swirling his tongue around the tip of Regulus’ cock.

Regulus feels like he can’t fucking breathe, but he somehow manages, “Yes. Please. Ple— Thank you, daddy.”

“Good boy.” James hums before taking him into his mouth.

Regulus shudders immediately —at the praise, at the hot, wet feeling of James’ mouth sucking tightly around him? No fucking clue. He can’t focus long enough to form a coherent thought, not as James starts bobbing his head, likely straining his neck at the angle he’s at. James seems to make it a point not to touch his ass, all things considered, and instead he rests one hand at the small of Regulus’ back, the other against his thigh, to press him forward.

Fingers sinking into dark waves of hair, Regulus rocks forward to meet him, reveling in the way James moans around the push and pull of his cock over his tongue. It doesn’t take long at all to feel the familiar coil in his belly, so worked up and desperate for release.

“Daddy, can—” Regulus cuts off on a broken moan, squeezing around James’ hair. “Can I come? Please, can I come?”

James pushes him forward, Regulus’ cock at the back of his throat, before he hums an affirmative ‘mhm’ around him. That’s all it takes for Regulus’ thighs to squeeze inward, head thrown back and an incoherent slew of swears and ‘thank you’s loudly filling the room. James keeps sucking him off through it, swallowing everything Regulus gives him, and not letting up until Regulus whimpers at the overstimulation.

They’re both completely out of breath when James lays his head back, lets Regulus’ cock slip from his mouth with a wet sound. Regulus knows in the back of his mind that James is still hard, still requiring some of his own attention, but he feels fucking outside of himself right now, on a new high with no sign of coming down fast.

Regulus blinks lazily, shaking faintly still and pleasantly out of it, as James moves, slinking out from beneath him. The covers on one side of the bed get pulled back before he’s guided from his knees to lay down on his side, allowing James to handle him however he sees fit. It’s not until James is brushing dark curls from his sweaty forehead that it dawns on Regulus that James is off the bed, squatting to his level in front of where he’s laying.

“What about you?” He mumbles. Even he can’t deny how spent he sounds, wrecked and exhausted, bleary-eyed and trying to keep focused.

“You clearly needed the attention more than I did, baby,” James chuckles quietly, brushing the back of his fingers down Regulus’ cheek. “You’ve got a big day tomorrow, too.”

Regulus huffs something vaguely resembling a laugh, his energy running on empty. “Always takin’ care of me.”

James hums, his fond smile a stark opposite to the tension in him when he first got home. “My job, right?”

“Sorry ‘bout today.” Regulus tilts his head downward, presses a couple kisses against James’ knuckles. “Love you.”

Leaning forward, James presses a lingering kiss to his forehead, lips brushing the spot as he murmurs back, “Love you.”

#jegulus #dead of night smut we meet again #fun fact: first time writing daddy kink #congrats for getting me here #okay i love them bye #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics #<- at what point is this not a microfic anymore lmao #nic tag<3

[gennygosling]

𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬. sierra six

warnings: mean six. degradation.

𝐰𝐜: 𝟒𝟑𝟏

“get on your knees.”

six is straight-lipped and tight, and the edge in his voice sends a cool chill down your spine.

finally, your obvious desires acknowledged.

you obey without a word, dropping to your knees in front of him, eyes dutifully focused on him, awaiting your next order.

six takes his time making his way to you, perfectly polished loafers echoing on the hard wood with each slow step. when he nears he towers above you, observes you, relishing in how well-trained you are. his hand tangles in your hair and pulls it tight, and when your jaw instinctively drops open, he snickers.

his other hand flashes to your jaw and grips it hard enough to crush you. and with half your face clenched in a singular, rough hand, you’re reminded of just how easily he could overpower you, just how helpless you are. he bends over, centimeters away from your face, eyes sharp, locked, and threatening.

“you’re a goddamn tease.” he gravels. “you think you can put on some skimpy little shorts and i’ll just cave for you, like an animal.” he tsk’s and shakes his head.

that’s usually how it goes, is what you want to say, but you’re trapped, and intimidated. he’s never been so frightening, not with you. instead you whimper.

“you don’t get my cock that easy. you get my cock when i give it to you, when i say.” he jerks your head with his words, his controlled demeanor wavering.

“if i want that pussy, i’ll bend you over and take it. if i want this throat, i can take it. just like this. before you even see it coming.” his hand on your jaw slips to your throat and squeezes you tight, quickly cutting off your air, speeding pulse thumping against his fingers. “it’s what i want, when i want it. not when you want it. you belong to me.”

he tosses you free, standing straight and sending his erection in line with your face.

it’s then that you’re able to take a breath, literally and figuratively, and recognize how worked up you are. your folds stick to your too-small shorts and you’re properly embarrassed. but your torture was finally, finally over. and surely, now, he’d fuck you.

“‘you want me so bad-” his voice is lower now, but dripping in an arousal you know he can’t deny for much longer. “-lick my fucking loafer.”

you end up watching six’s load and erection wasted, spilling out over his own pumping hand and falling down onto your face, still hopelessly pressed against the floor.

#sierra six x reader smut #ryan gosling x reader smut #sierra six smut #ryan gosling smut #writing #mdni #18+ mdni

[feelingpure]

I'm just remembering that Hawk forgot Tim's birthday, and I am once again spiralling.

Recap/ramble under the cut.

In this essay (lol) I will explain why this hurts me so much. In short; it's because Tim clearly cares a lot about it, and Hawk completely disregards it.

Alright, let's start from the scene at the club near the beginning of the episode, where Marcus and Hawk are talking about the upcoming weekend trip and Hawk confirms that he's going alone but that doesn't mean he'll be alone (okay, so he's planning on being a lil slutty on the trip if no one else goes with him, cool cool cool).

And just before Marcus leaves, he mentions the birthday.

Marcus: And, not that you care, but you missed his birthday. He noticed.

The way Marcus said that part... he noticed. TIM NOTICED. Tim noticed so much that Marcus noticed that Tim noticed. Idk, that line just hurt me, cause I'm just imagining sweet Tim crying over it while face down in his pillows. Not even a secret card, or a message via Mary? No, ofc not. Cause you didn't even realise when it was, did you Hawk?

So the next time Tim and Hawk get to speak alone.

Hawk: I've decided to forgive you. Tim: Forgive me? Hawk: You haven't called in three weeks. Tim: Four.

So it's been about a month since the end of the last episode. Tim knows how long it's been, Hawk doesn't. Interesting... and even though I've kept it in above, I'm not even going to talk about the "I've decided to forgive you." line, cause 😠. And I'm not gonna talk about Hawk trying to hint at (/mock?) Tim's feelings by quoting a line from a love sonnet either; 🖐️😩 we don't have time for all that! (But do go look up 'How Do I Love Thee?' and proceed to sob).

And as Hawk walks off (after telling Tim to meet him in 15 minutes for the drive to the place, after they bumped into each other by chance - definitely did not plan to ask him along, cool cool cool).

Hawk: Oh, and happy birthday.

The way he says this so smug... 😤 and Tim's slightly confused face and little walk away afterwards.

Then at the 'rough trade' bar.

Tim: Is this my birthday present? Hawk: It's more like an education.

Ugh, the way Tim looks around the bar with a face full of glee and excitedly asks if this is his present. 🥺 And Hawk just... nah, let me tell you about what goes on here. Like that's cool, but then no further acknowledgement of Tim's birthday? …Alright, cool cool cool.

Cut to Tim sat at the bar on his own looking at his watch. Then cut to Tim getting accosted by some stranger in the bathroom.

Stranger: Anyone that'd leave you behind doesn't deserve to keep you.

EXACTLY. Anyway... yeah thinking about how in the 1st episode we saw Tim showing Hawk his family photo album; so it's more than safe to say he at least told him his birthday? If not by then, by the episode 2 pillow talk.

I bet Mary, Luis and co. remembered. Marcus clearly knew. But Hawk, who he's the closest with and known for longer? Nope.

The same Hawk who was so confident when he told Tim to drop everything and meet him in 15 minutes, after not speaking to each other for a month. And Tim, who immediately ran to go meet him outside.

These are just the few moments that I remembered them mentioning his birthday, and I went back to watch them while typing this; I don't think it's mentioned again in the episode (but I might be wrong)?

And yes, this was mostly just me needing to get out some of my Hawk rage. The birthday thing might seem small to some, idky but it really made me * jaw clench, sharp exhale * once it clicked that 'he noticed'.

#how many times must I weep for skippy? #fellow travelers #ft spoilers #1x03 #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #hawk x tim #tim x hawk #timkins #skippy #lgbtq+ #gay ships #forgotten birthdays #pain #i should be asleep #I might be taking this too seriously #but just like tim; i need to feel things. and i'm feeling sadness and rage when i think about this #like ik hawk loves him? but i'm still mad 😭 #please let skippy be loved the way he deserves

[nctmakeawishhoe]

When I see you - RD

Warnings: 🔴smut🔴 and fluffy

You were currently in a situation a lot of women go through when going on a date

What outfit to wear

You weren’t sure which dress, or top, or pants

You had no idea what you wanted to wear, and it was driving you crazy

You and Ruben were going to a fancy restaurant in Manchester and you wanted to look nice, but it was oddly a hot day out, so you decided you would wear a dress

Now what dress?

All of a sudden you get a knock on the door. Is Ruben hear already, I’m only in a bra and shorts.

You go look out your peek hole and see Ruben so you open the door

When he sees you his eyes open wide “hey beautiful” he smiles than kisses you

You kiss him back then close the door and turn around to go back you your room to change, Ruben follows you over

You get to your room and he sits on your bed staring at you. “Ruben it’s not nice to stare”

“How can I not, you look gorgeous” he retaliated

“You’re only saying that because I’m half naked, now help me pick a dress out” you say with playful attitude back at him

He rolls his eyes and speaks again “that’s bullshit you look gorgeous in everything. When I look at you I get all giddy, no one does that to me and you know it” he grabs your hand and kisses it

Your blush at his words and hit his arm as you laugh “shut up, now help me”

He winks at you then helps you pick your dress out.

(Time cut at date)

You and Ruben were having a great dinner, having a great conversation and laughing, having a good time. You were sitting next to him with one leg over his with his hang resting on your thigh.

All of a sudden you feel his hand inch up your thigh and towards your underwear

“Ruben were literally in public, what are you doing”

“I told you, when I look at you I get all giddy and excited” he pauses “let’s pay and go home”. His hand doesn’t leave your underwear as his finger starts to stroke your pussy over the fabric

You guys get the check and leave hand in hand as if nothing was happening in your seats

You get in the car and as he’s driving he’s once again touching you

You pull your underwear down for him and spread your legs

He starts to finger you, your moans get louder, every time the car stops he looks over at you

“Are you gonna cum baby girl” he asks as the thrusts of his fingers get faster

You can only moan more and grab his wrist

You clench harder around his fingers and let go, your juices spilling onto his hand and the seat of his car

He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean

When you finally get home he helps you out of the car and grabs your underwear

He carries you into the house and to your bedroom

He puts you down on the bed and hovers over you kissing your neck and jaw

You reach for the hem of his shirt to lift it up. He feels you doing it so he takes it off and starts to take your dress off

Once your dress is off he is kissing all on your boobs reaching to undo your bra, while you reach for his pants

Once everything is off of you both you flip your self around so you’re on top of him.

You kiss his neck, chest, and stomach until you reach his v-line

You look up at him to see his eyes are so full of lust and they are darker than they usually are, so you grab his dick and start to pump it while you kiss his thighs

You spread his pre-cum around his dick they put your lips around the tip licking it

He moans and grabs the back of your head gently

You start to bob your head on him slowly and looking up at him

In no time he is cumming in your mouth with a low moan

“Fuck princesa you’re trying to kill me” he tells you when he sees you swallow him up

You climb on top of him again and straddle his hips sitting just above his pelvis

You lean down to kiss him which he quickly reciprocates

You both pull away and look at each other with love “I mean it when I say you are the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Maybe the world has ever seen” he tells you

“Ruben stop my cheeks are gonna fall off from smiling”, he laughs at you and flips you both around

You both start to kiss again lovingly as he lines himself up at your entrance

He pulls away “are you ready?”, “yeah”

He starts to push into you and fuck you slowly and delicately.

He grabs your hand as you make love

You are both moaning quietly and saying I love you’s to each other, it’s everything you had ever wanted in your life and relationship. Someone to love

You both finish together, and Ruben gets you out of bed and help you to bathroom cause he knows girls should always pee after sex.

You both get cleaned up and ready for bed

You cuddle together and fall asleep to each others soft breathing, ending the night perfectly.

(I was literally blushing writing this)

#Ruben Dias fanfic #Ruben Dias imagines #Man City imagines #football imagines #football fanfic #smut #fanfic

[ashintheairlikesnow]

was there any development on the concepts of antoni burning himself while cooking or having the noncon revealed ?

no pressure though !!!! the current arc is Very Much Cool !! i am just the king of the antoni love club

CW: Burn whump, PTSD, referenced past noncon, implied victim-blaming

-

"So I heard a thing today."

Antoni is already on edge. There's a bandage wrapped around his hand, covering the red smear burned just behind his knuckles. He'd reached out to grab something using a towel instead of an oven mitt. The press of his hand against the top of the oven had made him drop the finished salmon all over the floor. Even after cleaning and cleaning while his hand throbbed and his eyes stung with the memory of smoke, he still smells fish.

So when Kauri walks in and starts speaking, he can't quite stop the way his arms and legs lock in tension. He nods, though, looking down at the bandage.

The burn, slathered in antibiotic and a burn cream beneath the gauze and adhesive wrap, stings, prickles in time with his heartbeat. Soon enough, he thinks, it will start itching.

"What did you hear, Kasha?" He sounds tired, even to himself. Kauri, though, looks preoccupied, less observant than usual. Antoni watches through his fringe of dark hair as Kauri drops into a kitchen chair across from him, fingertips drumming a beat on the table top.

"I wasn't eavesdropping, first off," Kauri says.

Antoni smiles, a little wryly. "I did not ask if you were."

"No, I know, but... I just wanted to say." Kauri's wedding ring, the simple platinum band, catches the light on his left ring finger. Antoni glances down at where his own matching one peeks out just above the edge of the bandage wrap. "That I didn't eavesdrop. But... So. You know Jameson came over to see Allyn..."

"I do know that, yes. If they do not want to be heard, they will need to consider trying to be quiet."

Kauri laughs, throwing his head back, and Antoni watches the way his curls move wild around his face, the line of his throat in the yellowed kitchen lighting, with nothing short of adoration. "That's the fucking truth. But, no. I just heard them talking, is all. And Jameson was telling Allyn... Well." The smile fades from Kauri's face.

Antoni's does, too, in an echo of Kauri's sudden concern. "What?"

His fingers twitch. The kitchen smells like salmon and clove cigarettes and only one of those smells is real. Cologne lingers underneath, cologne he never smelled before Mr. Davies and has never smelled since either.

"Kasha-"

"Why didn't you tell us that it happened to you, too?"

Antoni freezes, inside and out. "What?"

"Jameson said you told him once that-... That it wasn't just the burns. That you were... Why didn't you tell Jake and I you were... That-"

"Because I was not." Antoni stands, abrupt enough to see Kauri catch himself in an instinctive wince backwards from the possibility of violence. There's guilt, but it's buried too deeply beneath the surge of-

Shame? Terror? Little more than a terrible exhaustion? He doesn't know what the feeling is. Maybe all of those things.

"Antoni-"

"It did not happen to me. He did not understand." His hand aches worse with each throb of his pulse. He can't breathe for the smoke. "It did not happen-"

"It did, though." Kauri stays where he is, hands flat on the table where Antoni can see them. "Didn't it? You told Jameson. Why didn't you tell me? Or, or Jake, or..."

Antoni's jaw works, and his teeth grind together. He closes his eyes and takes a deep, deep breath. Holds it until his lungs feel like they will burst. Exhales as slowly as he can and does it again.

"What occurred in that house," He says, carefully sounding out each word, fighting his body's rising shame and panic, "Is not for my life now."

He'll choke on the smoke and Mr. Davies's hands in his hair.

"Antoni, I-I didn't mean to hurt you by bringing it up but-"

"Mean to or not, you should not have. My wounds are mine, Kauri, not yours."

Kauri swallows, his eyes glimmering, but Antoni tells himself they are marbles, not love covering itself with tears in the face of his cold rejection. "I'm sorry," He whispers. "It's just-... I wondered why he knows but you didn't-"

"Because I do not care about him. And I cared about you."

Kauri's mouth opens. Closes again. He manages, in a whisper, "Cared? P-past tense?"

Antoni is silent, the seconds ticking away between them. "Kasha... Do not make this about your feeling. I cannot-... do that right now. Listen to me. Nothing happened, and what did, it was not the same-"

"No, because-... Because getting the shit burned out of you sucks but at least you weren't somebody's paid-for slut, huh?" It's Kauri's turn to stand.

Antoni groans. "Nyet, that is not what I mean-"

"Mean to or not," Kauri echoes his earlier words, mockingly, "That's what you just said!"

"That is not what I said!"

"I just want to know why you would tell someone else but not me or Jake, when we're, when we love you and we're supposed to know everything about each other!"

His whole arm aches now. Antoni's breath comes in gasps and his pulse pounds in his ears and temples, the rush of blood drowning out everything else. "You do not know me so well as you think."

"Clearly I don't!"

"Kauri, stop. Will you not just stop?! I do not want to hear your words right now!"

Kauri's jaw snaps shut.

"Thank you. I will say this. I told Jameson in confidence. And I did not tell you, or Jasha, and that was my choice not to tell. I am sorry it hurt you that you did not know. Do not ask me again."

"Ant-"

"I am ashamed of what was done to me. Is that not enough? Must you make it worse?"

"I-I didn't mean-... You don't have to be ashamed of-"

"Yes, I do! It was shameful!"

Kauri's face burns bright red. "Don't say that. I, I don't need to be ashamed-"

"Stop it! Stop. This is not about you. Not everything on earth is about you. This conversation ends now."

"Antoni-"

"I said it ends." Antoni walks away and leaves him there, knowing a sudden silence and absence will hurt Kauri far worse than any fight ever could. Knowing that his fears of being thrown aside for being difficult linger. Knowing that being abandoned or unwanted is the deepest terror Kauri can conceive of.

Knowing he is lashing out because he is drowning and he could ask for help or to be held and yet he swallows down apologies.

He walks away anyway.

His chest burns, and his hand aches, and he can feel a hand on the back of his head, a low voice in silk and whiskey whispering, take it deeper, love, you can do it. Choke on it.

Antoni whispers, "It did not happen, it did not happen to me, it did not happen, not to me, not to me-"

He goes into his room, locks the door, and falls into his bed, eyes closed. He hears, dimly, the sound of Kauri crying as he walks down the hall to the big bedroom, slamming the door himself.

He tells himself he doesn't care.

He feels the brush of smoke against his skin.

There's a good boy, love. A little deeper. Choke on what I've made you do.

Choke on who I'll make you hurt.

-

@burtlederp @finder-of-rings @endless-whump @astrobly @thefancydoughnut @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes @downriver914 @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @nonsensical-whump @outofangband @eatyourdamnpears @hackles-up @grizzlie70 @mylifeisonthebookshelf @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @autophagay

#antoni sings lullabies #erase to control #whump #pet whump #box boy universe #bbu #box boy #intimate whumper #sadistic whumper #ptsd tw #trauma recovery #recovery whump #writing #internalized victim blaming

[gamesception]

Sception Reads Cass Cain #36

Batgirl (2000) #16 - July 2001 Writer: Puckett Pencils: Scott Inks: Campanella Colors: Wright

Another solo one shot, another resonant and memorable stand alone story that Cass fans from back in the day will remember clearly. Got a bit more time to work with, gonna try and pull some more images this time, because the art in this one is just really good. Honestly, this issue is peak early days Batgirl - the kind of story she was literally made to tell, and it's really well executed. If I had to pick a single issue of Cass's entire Batgirl run as sort of a 'this is what she's all about' encapsulation for someone completely new to Cass and her book, this would be on the short list. If you've never read her ongoing before, i strongly recommend you actually read the issue for yourself before the summary here.

The issue opens on a bunch of kids playing a mean game where they throw a rat in the air and get points if it lands in a circle they drew on the ground. The nerd in my has to point out that it's kind of unrealistic. Rats aren't quite as fall resistant as, say, cats, but while they could be hurt or maybe even killed by a fall from only as high as a grade school kid could throw them, most are going to scamper away and none are going to land so badly that they splatter like a water balloon.

Anyway, it's gross and its cruel but also kind of cute as the kids argue about the rules and 'nuh uh' each other, and Scott draws their faces really expressively, and the whole scene starts with a rat silhouetted in front of the moon mid toss in an image that's as aesthetically compelling as it is disturbing in context before plummeting back down

I could talk about how Cass is flying high through the city as Batgirl while her mental state is hurtling towards a painful crash, but that's probably reading too much into it.

Anyway, after the first splat there's this kind of cool sequence where the next kid throws the rat up and they all run back and look down at the circle...

Only the rat never comes down, and when they look up like 'where did it go?' there's Cass

The image of Cass swooping down from above with the kids all looking up is pretty cool, and the way the panels create a pacing for the scene is really good. Effective storytelling through sequential art.

Cass drops down, and the kids scatter. Not a situation that needs any more intervention then that, and we get a nice panel showing just her hands and feet as she crouches down to gently let the rat go. A pretty standard inverse kick-the-dog moment to establish Cass as the good guy by having her be nice to an animal, but for those who have been reading along from the first issues of her book it also reminds us of how Bruce once praised her for being 'gentle', and how despite everything that's happened that part of her is still in there.

As the other kids scatter, one stays behind to kick off the main plot for the issue. I like how awkward Cass is here, towering over this kid when she's used to being around allies and enemies taller than herself, not knowing how to talk to him.

Also, I haven't talked about it in a bit, but I just really love the way Scott draws Cass as Batgirl? Her proportions with her big head emphasizing her youth. The way you can make out her expressions despite the full face mask - and the way he gives her the same expressions that he gives Bruce. Her prominent jaw line making her feel tough and defiant and stubborn. The way you can make out her expression through the mask, the sleek lines of how her cape drapes from her neck to the point shoulders and then down, or the way the cape flows when he draws her in motion, all with an oil-slick feel that likely owes as much to Campanella's inking as to Scott's pencil work.

There are aspects of how others draw Cass in her batgirl suit that I like - most recently I love how Leonardo Romero draws the pointy ears on her cowl in the recent Birds of Prey run, it gives Cass a retro feel that really fits his vintage newspaper comic aesthetic. But Scott's version of Cass-as-Batgirl is always how I'll see the character in my mind.

The kid, Tim, takes Cass back to his home, a messy apartment with a mattress just dropped on the floor. You can feel the poverty, and start to form an image of this kid's dad in your head as, like, a decent man pushed into crime by desperation to provide for his kid.

An impression that Tim then explicitly reinforces.

The scene cuts to the bank mid robbery, and we meet someone who seems to fit the mold - Jake. The way Scott draws Jake's expressions, you can tell he doesn't want to be there, and when asked what he's going to do with the money they steal, he just says he's going to pay some bills. But when a security guard surprises them, Jake is startled and shoots him, almost by accident....

The boss, Chaco, compliments Jake on the kill, rubbing in how this isn't a guy who would normally do something like that with the 'didn't think you had it in you' line, and as they walk away you can see how horrified Jake is at what he's done.

In contrast, Chaco shows just how comfortable he is with killing by shooting one of his own guys point blank when he realizes the guy was stealing traceable jewelry from the vault, the way the panel suddenly goes red, and Chaco's calm expression just the panel before, emphasizing how sharp and sudden the violence is.

Chaco's a professional. Ruthless and dispassionate, about the job, about killing, even with his allies. He clearly didn't even feel any malice towards the guy he shot - he was downright friendly with all of his crew, even Jake, just a few panels ago, and that friendliness was probably even genuine. But this guy became a liability, and Chaco doesn't have any time or pity for liabilities.

It's around this time that they notice Jake is missing. More liabilities.

A couple of the crew find Jake in an alley, overwhelmed by guilt over killing that security guard, and again, I just have to say, the art in this issue is really good. The perspective in that first panel looking down, with the shadows stretching forward guns first, the expressions on Jake and the guy who has a gun drawn on him, the detail on the background cobblestones & brickwork. All really good.

Anyway, this is when Cass shows up, in terrifying shadow form, knocking out the two goons with the guns in as many panels.

Cass sees Jake, like us assumes he's Tim's dad, and takes pity on him. For Tim's sake.

But Jake is overwhelmed by guilt.

Guilt is one thing Cass understands.

Tim wanted Cass to stop his dad before he did something bad, something he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for, something Tim wouldn't be able to forgive him for. But Cass was too late. Once again, she's failed.

Only, Tim isn't Jake's son.

He's Chaco's son.

Chaco the remorseless killer. Chaco who can be friendly one moment and commit murder the next. Cass wasn't too late to stop Tim's dad from doing something bad, Tim's dad had been bad the whole time.

And bad dads are also something Cass understands.

I need to take a step out of the story for a moment here though to talk again about how Scott draws Cass, and in particular the bit about conveying her facial expressions through the mask. Scroll up a bit and look at the downcast resignation on her face when Jake says he has to pay for what he's done, then the surprise when he says he isn't Tim's father, and then the absolute fury here.

The expressions are so vivid, and carry so much of the load when it comes to conveying Cass's thoughts and emotions and personality.

Bringing back another old chestnut of this blog, Cass can speak now, and think in words and sentences, but there are no thought bubbles or narration blocks in the entire issue. The book just doesn't need them, not when Scott's Art is able to put everything going on in these characters heads right on their faces.

Cass lays into Chaco, stopping only when she realizes he's already unconscious, and you can feel the sharp snap of her attacks in how the panels are layed out.

Bringing back another old chestnut, the action panels are practically perfunctory. They're there, and they're good, but there's no back and forth, there's never any question of the bank robbers so much as landing a hit on Cass. Who will win in a physical fight was never where the story's tension was. It was all about the emotional stakes.

Tim arrives on scene just in time to see his dad carted off on a stretcher to the hospital, and as Cass takes him home he looks back, through the spikes on her gauntlet, as through through the prison bars that are going to separate him from his father for the rest of his life.

And the last page is this somber, heartbreaking moment of Cass trying to console Tim that just because his father is a bad person, doesn't mean he is too, and it's obvious that Cass is thinking about herself and David Cain here, but while I might be reading too much into the panel, the way Cass's shadow forms Bruce's symbol to me draws attention to the fact that Cass has two fathers, and just because one of them isn't a murderer doesn't mean he isn't also bad.

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So yeah, this really is more or less the archetypal Cass Cain Batgirl (2000) issue. A somber, contemplative tone. Street level / no super-villains or over the top scenarios. A focus on the individual humanity of the minor characters, including criminals who would be faceless mooks in any other bat book. Story and characterization conveyed through expressive artwork and deliberate panel use rather than blunt narration, taking advantage of the specific strengths of the comic medium. Violence and action scenes sharp, short and snappy rather than heavily drawn out, with the main conflict grounded in personal and emotional stakes. Narrative themes - guilt, parenthood - that tie directly back to Cassandra's core themes, history, and character motivations. All concisely contained within a single issue episode that works as a stand alone story.

Although there might be a bit too much emphasis on the stand alone part. Sometimes Cass's stories do come back to be referenced again later, we'll have an example of that next week, but we never see Tim again, we never see Cass following up or checking on him which is kind of a shame.

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Caught || Peter parker

Warning: Not really a smut just detailed kissing and a few moaning.

Summary: You and Peter get caught whilst your were both about to have sex, by your mum and Aunt May. But they are a bit mad but did they know already?

Me and Peter have been dating for about 8 months now. However, we have kept our relationship secret. Only our close friends know about it like MJ and ned.

Of course we are both still very young at the age of 16 turning 17 years old. Let's just say our relationship can get very intimate sometimes. I mean me and Peter have only had sex before like once. I know it's crazy that it's just once with how intimate we get but sometimes we just make out a lot or other things.

Today I was going over to his house to finish our science project. May still hasn't found out about our relationship yet. I'm not sure If she would be happy or not.

My mum is best friends with her, that's how me and Peter met. I 100% know for a fact my mum would be angry, well just about the sex part not the dating bit.

I wore Nike pro cycling shorts with a t-shirt and a zipper hoodie, that was in fact Peters. I arrived at his house around 5p.m.

"Hey Pete" I smile when he opens the door.

"Hello Baby" he opens the door wide so I can walk in.

"May not home?" I ask, he just shakes his head.

"I missed you" he pulled me in for a soft sweet kiss.

"I saw you yesterday spidey" I giggle.

Yes I know that he's spider-man. I actually found out 2 months ago. To be honest, I knew something was going on with him.

"Let's start this project" he grabs my hand, pulling me to his room.

It's been about two hours now and I was starting to get bored. And I couldn't even concentrate on the project because I was basically staring at my hot boyfriend the whole time. He took off his shirt earlier, he said he was hot. But oh my god! Peter is so fucking sexy! Ever since he became spider man he really got abs and good muscles.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me?" He finishes writing something down then looks at me.

"Can we take a break? And cuddle on your bed" I gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Sure. I could never resist this cute face" He stands up, jumping on top of his bed. I do the same, laying next to him so he can cuddle with me. I was facing him taking in all his features. Damn he is so fine.

I was going to close my eyes, until I felt his hand slowly squeeze my ass, causing me to gasp.

"Ooo who's this?Where has the shy little Peter gone?" I tease.

"Well this Peter has a problem" He looks down at his crouch. He seriously had a boner from cuddling? "It's your fault you wore these shorts. You can basically see your whole ass with them on" he chuckles.

"Well May isn't here. So what are you waiting for?" I smirk.

We both then leaned in, our lips moving in sync. My heart decided to skip a beat as I could smell his cologne.

My whole body started to tingle, the feeling of his lips against mine still had that affect on me. We both pulled away for air, smiling at each other as he now hovered above me.

That was until he pulled me in for another kiss, claiming my mouth again but this time more hungrily and intense. My fingers had already gone to the back of his neck to play with his curls, tugging at them.

"Uh Peter" I moaned as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

Our tongues tangled battling madly for dominance. He then pulled away, starting to kiss down my jaw line then my neck.

There would definitely be hickeys all over my neck later. Minutes later I was somehow on top of him kissing down his jawline now.

"Darling...ugh" he moaned as I found his sweet spot.

I didn't even realise that I was now starting to grind onto his clothed crouch. He grabbed my hips helping my movements as moans left our mouths.

"I need you, now." I moan loudly. As soon as I said that he pushed me off him, so he can be on top. He threw my t-shirt off leaving me just in my bra.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his soft side coming out.

"Y-yeah. Please." I beg.

"Just remember our safe word okay?" I nod. "I need you to say it, princess" he says.

"Y-yes. I'll use the safe word If I want you to stop"

"Good girl" he smirks, kissing my lips once's again.

Seconds later we were both in our underwear, I started to palm him through his boxers causing him to moan. "y/n, Fuck!"

We must've not heard the front door open because as soon as he was about to take off my bra his door opened wide.

"What the fuck-" May shouts causing us to both to stop, hiding our bodies under his covers.

"shit! May it's not what it looks like" Peter panics.

"Both of you get changed right now! I'm so disappointed in you both. Y/N your mum is here" May slams the door.

"Shit. No, no. I thought she wasn't gonna come back for ages. I'm so sorry baby" Peter apologises.

"It's not your fault. Fuck my mum is here" I rush putting my clothes back on whilst Peter does the same. We both walked out of Peters room together, worrying for what they are about to say. My mum and may were both standing in the kitchen obviously wait for us.

"Sorry for interrupting that" May said mad.

"I-It's not what you think-" I try say.

"It's not what it is! It's not like me and May walked in the house hearing moaning from both you and Peter" My mum shouts.

"For how long?" May asks.

"Huh?" me and Peter both say at the same time.

"For how long have you both been together?"

"Around 8m-months" Peter rubs the back of his neck.

"And how many times have you had sex" My mum asked this time.

"W-we never have" Peter lied.

"Don't lie Peter" May said.

"Once" I said but it came out more like a whisper.

"Pardon"

"Once. Me and Peter have only had sex once ever. I swear that's the truth" I look at my mum.

"Your both 16 years old. Guys come on" My mum walked up to us.

"Nearly 17" Peter stated.

"You both can't see each other anymore from now on" My mum looks at me making my eyes widen.

"WHAT! NO WAY" I shout. "Yeah! No way. You can't do that" Peter looked at May.

"Let's go y/n" My mum grabbed my arm but I moved away from her.

"NO! That's not fair! How comes when something good happens to me it always gets taken away?! I LOVE PETER MUM!" I cry.

"y-you love me?" Peter looks at me.

"y-yeah. I do and I don't-" I stopped talking as I saw May and My mum laughing.

"why are you laughing?" Peter looks just as mad as me.

"Hahah. You guys are so easy to fool. You really think we never found out you've been dating for ages" May laughs.

"You do know I have cameras in the living room as well. I see you and Peter making out on it all the time and other things which I'm not going to mention" My mum also laughs.

"W-wait so your not mad?" I ask.

"No. I mean about the sex thing we kind of are. It's not nice walking in on you lot doing that. But as long as you use protection and don't do it when we are near we're fine" May finally calms down.

"Ugh. Thanks. Okay We're gonna go let you laugh it off nice joke really" I sarcastically say clapping. I grab Peters hand and run to his room, closing the door behind us.

"I can't believe them!" I laugh.

"I know. You really love me though?" he asks and I nod.

"I love you Peter Parker" I smile.

"I love you Y/N Y/L/N" He pulls me in for a passionate kiss.

However that got ruined by May shouting.

"DOOR OPEN PETER!"

"Yeah, okay!" We both laugh.

short but cute:) Please message me some requests I need some ideas x

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