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januaryembrs · 1 month

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BLACK CAT GIRLFRIEND | Spencer Reid x reader

request: Hey Congratulations on the 2K! Do you think you could write something with Spencer Reid and a Reader who has lots of tattoos and/or piercings? Like she's the whole "bad girl" stereotype but Spencer and her complement each other so well and have a very sweet and mature relationship. I would love something like that.

description: the team meet Spencer's new girlfriend and she doesn't look quite like they'd imagined

word count: 1.1k

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authors note: I officially hit 2k followers this morning!! see my post here for requesting but lets start this milestone off with a bang!! thankyou so much :))))))

Morgan had to admit, you weren’t exactly what he’d envisioned when Pretty Boy had been talking his ear off for months about the girl in his apartment building that had slipped him your number. He wasn’t judgemental, not by a longshot, but Spencer had always seemed like the type to date the preppy, library geek, or even the cutesy geneticist if Maeve had been anything to go off of.

It’s not like you weren’t hot, he could see that you were a mile away, but you looked like you’d sooner break someone’s wrist for so much as talking to you than fall for their resident genius.

You smiled tightly, shaking Derek’s hand with a crushing grip, as Spencer introduced you to his team, the obnoxiously loud bass almost drowning out his words as the six of you stood in the bar.

“Nice to meet you, Spencer talks about you all the time,” You said politely, and no sooner had you let go of the man’s warm hand, two arms were thrown over your shoulders and you were tugged into a hug.

“I’m Penelope- oh you’re so pretty, Morgan isn’t she so pretty? You should marry Spencer then you can be boyfriend girlfriend for, like, life-” The perky voice was all a jumble as the blonde pulled away, cupping your face, rubbing down your arms kindly, sweetly, like you were swallowing a warm spoon of honey.

“Penelope, newbie rules, remember,” Emily chimed in, seeing your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of personal space. She could see this ending with the pretty pink bows Garcia had plaited her hair in torn to shreds on the sticky floor, right next to her long barbie locks if your intimidating figure was anything to go off, “Not everyone likes hugs,”

“No, no,” You replied, smiling gently at the woman who was softer than cotton candy, “Hugs are nice,”

“We’re going to be very best friends, I can feel it, which is funny because my tarot actually said I’d meet a strong Taurus woman- or are you a Scorpio-” Penny’s smile was dazzling, but she was soon ushered to let go of the bear like grip she had on your shoulders by a chuckling Morgan.

“Let the other kids play with her, babygirl,” He said, and you were pulled in another direction towards Emily who gave a polite handshake.

“Nice ink,” She said with raised brows as she saw the intricate sketches that covered the back of your hands, trailing up your arm and under the band tee you wore. She knew who they were, though they only dragged up memories of her own days of thick eyeliner and rebelling against her mother. “They must have hurt like a bitch, I got one on my hip and could barely sit for one hour,”

You snickered, nodding, seeing her eyes trailing over the ones on your ankles and knees where your ripped jeans flashed them all.

“Bones hurt the most, though the one on my ass is up there for the worst ones,” You replied, and Penny’s brows shot into her hairline, though she giggled like a schoolgirl being told a secret.

“I think we’re gonna need to see the proof on that one,” Morgan teased flirtily, the way he always did, the way he did even with JJ who had a whole child and partner, because it was his natural state of being.

Spencer smiled as his team warmed to you, though he was quick to pull you to him with a gentle arm around the waist. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Derek, that man was practically his brother, he’d taken bullets for the guy, but he liked having you close, even if to just remind himself that you were all his, including said tattoo on your buttcheek that he’d seen plenty of times.

The team didn’t need to know that, but you could tell your words had reminded him of it as he pressed a shy kiss behind your ear.

He was careful to avoid the studs and links that glittered from your ear lobe, wrapping over the cartilage on your helix, though he loved to stare at them on nights where you tied your hair up and he could count every one of them. To him you were a work of art, complex and detailed with every glance he stole. You were an illustration in one of his many books, everything he imagined for himself times a million.

“I’m going to go get a drink, do you want one?” You said, looking up at him with puppy eyes, like a lovestruck teenager, fat adoration in your gaze. It oozed out of every inch of you, and JJ thought for a moment that you looked nothing like the scary doberman woman that Spence had originally brought over to meet them. You looked in love, the saccharine, soft and dazed kind of in love.

“Let me get it for you,” Spencer rooted around his pocket for his wallet, turning to see Morgan’s beer bottle running low, “You having another one?”

“I’m good, my man, you just sort yourself and your lady out,” Derek flashed him a thousand watt smile and clapped him on the shoulder as you entwined your fingers with his, pulling him through the cluster of people and towards the bar, “What a stud,”

Penelope giggled again, leaning towards her adonis best friend with honeyglow cheeks, watching their genius get led like a dog on a leash.

“Oh lover boy had got it bad,” She drawled, watching Reid, their Reid, develop an uncharacteristically protective stance as a few men at the bar shot looks up and down your body. She couldn’t blame them either, you were a sight for sore eyes. “Okay, so do I have to be the first one to point out how hot she is or have I maybe had one too many margaritas?”

“She seems nice,” JJ chose her words carefully, still not entirely sure she would have ever put the two of you together but she saw the way Spence’s eyes got round and longing when he looked over you. He’d clearly said something to make you laugh, and an inked hand raised up to brush his chocolate curls out of his face lovingly, “She seems good for him,”

A murmur of agreement ran through the four of them, Emily taking one more sip of her martini as her eyes roved over your figure returning with something fruity and colourful, “Anyone else dying to know what’s on her ass?”

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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 month

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babys first flight

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warnings: flying, dad!rafe, mom!reader, breastfeeding, dude briefly being rude about your baby crying

a/n: i guess this could be a prequel to pink unicorn but honestly i just wanted to use the same name for the baby again lol

rafe sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he looks at the flight board. you can tell from the defeated look on his face as he walks back over to you that your flight is delayed.

“two hours.” he states, sitting down next to you. you sigh just as deeply as your husband, looking at your sleeping daughter in your arms.

“i think i should wake her up. that way she falls asleep on the plane.” you say, running your finger over rosie’s cheek, her skin soft and flushed pink as she naps.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “whatever you think is best.” rafe defaults often to you, letting you guide the way through raising your daughter. he has experience with his two younger sisters, but you grew up in an even bigger family and often helped out with the babies.

you feel bad having to wake rosie up, especially when she’s asleep during her usual naptime. “wake up, babygirl.” you coo, pressing kisses to her cheeks until her eyes open up, lips instantly turning into a pout.

“its okay!” you stretch a smile over your face. “its okay, rosie!” your soft tone stops her tears, but her pout remains. you jiggle her favorite toy in front of her. your daughter is only three months old and still working on her grip, so you manage to entertain her by placing the toy in her hand every time she drops it.

“here, let me take her.” rafe reaches out. “you stretch your legs and take a break.”

you glance at the clock. still an hour and a half until you can get on your plane. its a short flight, from north carolina to the bahamas for a much needed vacation, deciding to spend the entire summer at your second home while rafe has paternity time away from work.

“gonna use the bathroom.” you press a kiss to rafes cheek, then rosies. “be right back.”

you don’t hurry as you walk around the airport, glad that you’re booked in first class and can use the lounge as the bustling sounds of the airport would surely annoy rosie.

you use the bathroom and get a coffee for rafe, deciding to ditch the decaf and get a mocha for yourself. while you know its generally safe to drink coffee while breastfeeding, you still try to stay away from it, but on days like today, you certainly need it.

“here ya go.” you hand the coffee to your husband after making your way back to the waiting area.

“oh god, thank you.” rafe lets out a moan as he tips the cup back, the warm liquid filling his mouth. he bounces rosie gently on his knee to keep her eyes open.

“would we be terrible parents if i turned on something on my phone for her to watch?” you pout, trying hard to keep her away from screens, but sometimes you just need something to distract her.

“we absolutely would not but if it makes you feel better, i’ll use my phone.” rafe pulls it out of his pocket, transferring rosie easily back into your arms. you cradle her in a way that still allows her to look at the phone screen, her eyes glancing between rafes face cooing at her and the dancing fruits and vegetables.

“shes loving this.” rafe laughs when rosie giggles, her plump cheeks stretching. rosie just started laughing last week, and rafe is still the only one who can get it out of her, although she smiles at you constantly since she first developed the muscles.

“now boarding first class.” the announcer calls out, the hour flying by with rosie entertained.

“she just started looking tired too.” rafe says, taking your carry ons in his hands as you place rosie into her sling, deciding to babywear her until you’re all settled in your seats and can put her in the carseat that rafe also manages to carry.

“welcome aboard.” the flight attendant smiles at you, leading you towards your seats. three all in a row. rafe works quickly to get everything set, placing rosies carseat in the middle seat.

“babys first flight!” you coo to her, hoping to keep her awake through boarding so she will hopefully sleep the entire two hour flight.

“here, i got her.” rafe places her in the carseat once its all strapped down, waiting to do up her buckle until the plane actually takes off.

you both talk partially to her and partially to each other to keep her eyes open, even occasionally giving her tummy little tickles to keep her droopy eyes from closing completely.

while the flight attendant does the safety demonstration, you do up rosie’s buckles. she’s asleep before the plane even begins to move, and you’re surprised when she doesn’t even startle during take off. you reach over to hold rafes hand until you’re steady in the air, hating the rising feeling in your stomach.

“doing good baby?” rafe asks, swiping his thumb over the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath. “yeah, yeah.” looking at rosie and your husband helps sooth the little bit of nerves you have about flying.

the flight goes smoothly until halfway to the bahamas, rosie suddenly startles away with a cry.

“ohhh, its okay baby.” you coo to her, able to recognise from her cry alone that she’s simply hungry.

“oh god, will you shut that baby up?” a man behind you groans before you can even undo her buckles to get her out of her seat.

“what did you say about my daughter?” rafe stands up, glaring as you just try to quiet rosie, pulling her into her lap while you search for a blanket to cover yourself with.

“you heard me! i didn’t pay for first class seats to listen to a crying baby!” the man grunts.

“you’re lucky we’re on a plane or-” rafe begins, until you hiss out his name. “stop it, let the flight attendants handle it.”

rafe sees the stress on your face, nodding as he grabs you a thin blanket, draping it over your shoulder while you adjust your shirt to feed rosie, her cries quieting as she latches onto your nipple.

“sir, that is not appropriate behavior for our airline-” the flight attendant begins to lecture the man behind you, clearly a mom herself.

“it’s okay.” you tell rafe as he turns his shoulder to glare at the man. you rub your hand over his cheek just like you would to rosie until he’s calm.

“dudes an asshole.” rafe grunts out, but his tone is softer now, leaning across rosies car seat to press a kiss to your cheek. he pulls the blanket away slightly so he can look down at your daughter, happily nursing.

“she’s so perfect.” he sighs, glad he has such a well behaved baby for her first flight.

you both settle into your seats as rosie finishes, clearly just needing her tummy to be full before going right back to sleep. you decide to keep her in your arms until the plane begins to descend.

“i got her.” rafe pushes your hands away to do up her seat belts. he knows how much of a stress pregnancy and breastfeeding is on you, so he tries to do absolutely everything he can, even naming himself the sole diaper changer.

you hold rafes hand again as the plane descends, letting out a sigh of relief when the wheels make smooth contact with the runway.

“this was absolutely worth the pain of the flight.” you smile to rafe, resting your head on his shoulder as rosie lays on the towel in front of you, body completely shaded by a pink umbrella.

you look out onto the ocean, waves lightly lapping against the pale yellow sand.

“couldn’t agree more.” rafe hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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hazbinwhoree · 3 months

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ADAM WITH A HEAVY BREEDING KINK WHEN???

Come Inside

Part 1/2 Part 2

A/N: This shit is absolutely sinful.

Adam’s breeding kink, much like his virginity kink, was rooted in his abandonment issues.

Normally, (Name) would feel a need to address that (therapy friend), but she couldn’t really care when he was inside of her, fucking her like he hated her.

Adam’s sex drive never failed to impress her. They’d already had sex that morning, and they were just watching a movie when suddenly he was on her again.

“Adam,” she giggled as he sucked on her neck. “We literally had sex two hours ago.”

“Not my fault you’re so fuckin’ sexy, babe,” Adam said against her neck. He continued marking her, one hand slipping under her shirt and fondling her breast, and one hand travelling down to rub between her legs over her sweatpants.

(Name) moaned. Adam removed his face from her neck and connected their lips in a passionate kiss. (Name) slipped her fingers under the base of Adam’s mask and pulled back. She looked at him, the question in her eyes. Can I? Adam nodded after a moment.

(Name) pulled his mask up and over his head, discarding it on the floor. (Name) smiled, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his head forward to kiss him again. Adam kissed back with vigor, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

The hand fondling her breast pinched her nipple, and the hand that was rubbing between her legs suddenly slipped under her sweatpants and panties.

(Name) gasped, throwing her head back. Adam licked down the column of her neck. He slid two slender fingers into her, and (Name)’s breathing became heavier. He scissored his fingers experimentally before adding a third.

(Name) sighed, her head falling forward and resting her forehead against Adam’s.

Adam didn’t spend long loosening her up before shedding his own pants and boxers. (Name) began to tug her sweatpants down until Adam got impatient and yanked both her sweatpants and panties down to her ankles. (Name) kicked them off.

Adam sat down on the couch, manspreading and showing off his dick. “Come here, baby,” he patted his lap. (Name) crawled over and into his lap, his erection pressing against her pussy. She briefly realized they both still had their shirts on.

Adam seemed to realize it too. “We’re fucking like Winnie the Pooh.”

(Name) giggled, but it quickly became a quiet moan when Adam squeezed her tits, swiping his thumbs over her nipples. She ground down against his dick and they both moaned. She raised herself on her knees to allow Adam to line himself up with her opening.

Once he did, she sank down, letting out a gasp as he stretched her once again. “Ride it,” Adam demands, grabbing her ass. (Name) did, for about a minute, before her pace slowed down as her legs got tired. Adam got impatient, squeezing her ass and thrusting up into her, fast and hard.

It caught (Name) off guard, who cried out. She held onto his shoulders like her life depended on it, as Adam fucked her like he was mad at her.

So was his pace usually.

Tears brimmed at the corners of (Name)’s eyes. “Fuck,” she hissed. Adam stared at her intently. “Yeah? Does this feel good, babygirl?” (Name) whined. She loved when Adam talked during sex, he was always so dirty.

“Is my cock filling your pussy just right? God you’re so hot, you make me want to put a baby in you.” (Name) gasped, nearly reaching her peak. “Gonna cum so deep inside you.”

(Name) came, clenching around Adam’s dick. His thrusts slowed as she squeezed him, the tightness pushing him over the edge. He snapped his hips upwards, burying himself to the hilt, and came inside of her.

(Name)’s stomach grew warm. She panted, moving to get off of Adam, but he grabbed her hips and pushed her back down on his dick. (Name) let out a strangled moan, overstimulated. Adam held her in his lap, keeping her plugged with his cock.

“Can’t waste any of my cum,” he told her, smirking. “I was serious. I’m gonna put a fucking baby in you.”

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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months

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Motivation

(Part 2)

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Time Written- 10:23 p.m.

I wrote this 3 times and gave up. Severely gave up

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“Wakey Wakey, sweetheart.” His lightly exhausted tone nearly roused your eyes open.

A faint click of a bedside lamp invades the silence shortly before Jason shuffles out of bed, displaying a warm glow to your light sensitive vision.

A small groan falls from your mouth, your eyes shutting closed in irritation from the distraction of your comfort. His arms left their sanctuary around your waist, a kiss of warmth remaining along your tummy before he readjusted a soft, thin blanket over your tired body.

Jason was considerate enough to turn off his alarm nearly three minutes before it goes off, saving his special girl a few minutes of precious sleep. As the midsummer sun dies down behind fluffy clouds, golden rays of light reflecting off skyscraper glass into the dead of the night, Gotham’s wild crowds creep out from their crooked caverns to play.

“Hey mama. Sorry to ruin the fun, but I think my arm ran out of blood flow.”

“Do you need it?” Your faint, croaked rumble spews from your barely moving lips.

“I mean, I suppose I’ll need it to fight an’ aim guns at unlucky bastards. Guess that means you gotta lose the pillow.”

Another groan leaves your lips before reluctantly raising your head, setting his arm free from its prison. You spent a minute of quiet suffering before Jason’s fingers cupped your head, guiding you to raise it just enough to slip a fluffy pillow to settle your pretty brain on.

The A/C was on full blast, the blank noise lulling your tired minds to sleep around seven. While it was counterintuitive to be snuggling together in this hot summer heat, you wanted nothing more than to be in his company, comfortable in his safety.

Bare feet shuffling along hard foot floor shifts to heavy rubber soles as Jason gets dressed. Soft cotton and polyester drops to the ground, replaced with tactical fabrics and scrunching leather. A short sonnet of clicks and snaps follow as he adjusts his belt and holsters, getting everything comfortably situated on his person.

“You’re not angry with me, are ya?” He clicks his tongue, fighting off a smile at your lack of response.

“Earth to Goddess.” His calm voice invades your ears as the floor creaks, the dressed vigilante shuffling to his knees beside the bed, settling close to your face.

“Princess.” Jason lightly chimes, brushing your cheek with the back of his pointer finger.

He then proceeds his ever loving assault via planting various kisses along your face, ranging from your cheek up towards your forehead, back down to your nose.

“Babygirl.” He cooes against your sweet smelling hair.

“Do you have to go now?” Came your eventual, irritated whine.

He leans forward, mattress gently creaking as he pressed his lips just under your ear for a quick kiss. “Not yet. You got me for five more minutes.”

Jason settles his head on your collarbone, your nose slightly tickled from locks of soft, dark hair. His eyes are closed, but for once, they’re content with peacefulness. That, and the events that would come within the next month, changing their lives forever.

Jason’s smile widens as your fingers mindlessly trails random shapes along his open palm, your hands always lingering somewhere along his body.

“Y’know I’d give just about anything to get back in bed with you,” his armored chest rumbles with his lowly spoken words. “But, I’m a little big in this get up to be this close to you at the moment. Don’t wanna crush you.”

Those sudden words couldn’t help but make you smile, scoffing just a bit. Ever the doting, overly concerned, slightly overdramatized, loving man he is.

“I don’t know who’s bigger right now,” your exhaustion let you speak in ghostly whispers. “You, or me.”

“Well, you’re the pregnant one,” he says, fighting off a strong, snarky remark with an amused smirk. “So, you definitely take the win with that.”

The look you gave him the second your eyes snapped open made him chuckle, as if he willfully insulted you. The irony of it, considering he was around 6’4 and 250 pounds, a large percent being complete muscle mass while you carried a seven pound baby.

“Kidding, babe. Kidding,” he soothes, trailing a few fingers along your swollen tummy just over the blanket. “Just trying to joke off the nerves. Doesn’t help that it’s my first time…”

“It better be your first time,” you mutter under your breath.

“Yeah yeah, It is. Don’t worry.” Jason’s voice is soft, his cheeks turning a light shade of red at that, and he can’t help but smile as the two of them laugh quietly at her joke.

The weight of their child is a constant pressure on your body to create an incredible miracle. It’s certainly something new, he always wants to make sure his little mama is happy and healthy. Mostly happy.

He trails a finger down your stomach, pausing when he feels a faint thud near the round lower edge of his palm. For eight months teetering on the edge of nine, the baby was definitely getting active.

“Think your boy’s getting ready to fight those unlucky bastards with you.” You lightly chide with a small grin.

“Language, mama,” Jason retorts, flicking some wisps of hair away from your head. “Don’t want ‘em to hear those foul words. An’ I’m not in the market for sidekicks.”

You frown again, scoffing at his hypocrisy.

The surrealism was intense, affecting him from the center of his brain towards the tips of his hands and toes.

Your boy, his boy. His son.

“You two keep the bed warm for me.” Jason murmurs before pressing a few goodbye kisses along your cheek. “I’ll come back with breakfast when you wake up, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, consciousness struggling to remain afloat. It’s a silly mental image; the reaction of the owners of an early bird, go-to diner frantically scrambling out of shock and awe when Red Hood himself enters their establishment.

He stands from the floor, lovingly glancing down at his beautiful, pregnant woman cradled in bed, nestled with his pillow, perfectly content.

“Be safe,” you whisper to him, watching him reach towards the lamp to shut it off. The warmth of the vanished lap changing his eyes from a strong emerald green back towards a crisp, steel-cut teal.

“I love you.”

Your voice always sweetened the deal, a perfect lullaby once it was his turn to sleep.

The perfect motivation for him to look forward to every morning.

“Love you too, mama.”

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stursweet · 3 months

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DRESS

pairing : matt x f!reader

warnings : sexual content obviously ARE WE SHOCKED🤣, high matt and reader, slight pain kink

summary : high sub!matt gets real needy at a party 🤗

an: y’all are SLUTS! all up in my inbox and my poll begging me for sub matt. i love it. feast up bitch. i love u. 💖💖 send me recs or just talk to me in my inbox if u want <33 also let me know if you want some sub chris. you know my ass will write for my babygirl any day. LOVEU

the air is stuffy with smoke and warmth. you’re glowing with a thin layer of sweat, your skin sticky. it’s difficult to breath, the emanation of everyone’s body heat and expelled smoke gently strangling you.

you and matt hadn’t planned to stay this long. you’d dragged him out of the house earlier that night - a mutual friends house, promising him you’d only be there a few hours, and that he’d enjoy himself.

it wasn’t hard to get him to come - he was following you out of the door eagerly, (nearly tripping on his own feet), especially after you slipped your small dress on.. his favorite.

that dress.. the way it clung to your hips, the way your tits were practically spilling from the top.. just taunting him, urging him to beg and fall at your feet, pleading for just one touch.

he’d been a mess before he’d smoked. he could barely look at your face in conversation - his eyes falling and tracing over your body, his pink lips parted slightly in awe. numerous times you had to dip your finger under his chin and redirect his focus to your face, to which he’d try desperately to sneak your finger past his lips and into his mouth - swirling his tongue around the digit just to get a rise out of you and letting go with a pop.

this only worsened when he had a hit of the joint you’d passed him, of course. he didn’t smoke often - it usually made him paranoid. but, something about the way the smoke spilled from your mouth as you exhaled, your glistening chest falling as you did so.. it made him want a hit. multiple.

so now, he’s sat at your feet - you sit on the living room couch, playing with his hair mindlessly as he kneels down before you, his arms hugging your thighs, his cheek pressed against the soft skin. he’s grinning to himself, his eyes shut. the party continues around you, the music muffled through the walls, the air hazy.

he wasn’t paranoid this time - only light, calm, amused by the smallest things. you reach down, rubbing your thumb against his cheek affectionately. he smiles, raising his cheek from your thigh to look at you, resting his chin on the skin now instead.

his eyes are tinted pink, as are his cheeks. he smiles at you sweetly - reminding you just how perfect his teeth are..

how perfect he is.

“you look so pretty,” he whispers, his speaking somewhat slower than usual. he taps his fingers along your thighs, his chin still resting on them as he looks up at you through his eyelashes. your stomach tightens at the sight.

you smile - scratching his head gently, playfully. “so do you,” you reply, watching as his cheeks grow even pinker from the praise.

someone plops down onto the couch right beside you, but neither of you pay them any mind.

“you think so?” he asks, hoping to pull more compliments from your lips - he craved them, your tone dripping with honey.

you run your thumb across his bottom lip - soft and ridiculously pink. he’s so beautiful; disgustingly so. you smile.

“of course i do,” you reply, voice smooth and carrying a hint of suggestion. his stomach flips. he smiles even wider, pressing a wet, open mouth kiss to your thigh - groaning softly against the skin.

“so soft,” he whispers against your thigh, his voice slightly cracking. he presses another kiss, and another, and another - peppering your thigh with warm, open mouth kisses.

seeing him on his knees in front of you, high and needy, does not help to stop the growing ache in between your legs. you smile, reaching down and ruffling his hair.

“not here,” you whisper, watching as his mouth against your thigh becomes messier, leaving wet trails of saliva across your skin.

he moans in protest against your skin, laying his tongue flat licking a stripe across your thigh.

“ ‘s not fair,” he whispers, still making a mess with his mouth all over your thigh shamelessly, despite so many of his friends and acquaintances flooding the space.

“you’ve been torturing me all day,” he whines, his face pressed into your thigh as he desperately tries to satisfy his body’s need to touch you.

you smile. you know you have been. denying him of any touches, wearing that dress..

“i’m not meaning to baby,” you lie, running your fingers through his hair, your nails grazing his scalp softly.

he moans shakily against your skin at the touch.

he swirls his tongue against the skin of your thigh again, groaning softly against you - the taste of you only making him ache worse.

“please let me touch you,” he whispers, slow and cracking with need. he looks up at you, eyes red and lips pink and parted with desperation. you smile, shaking your head.

“i said not here.” you reply, causing him to pout, whining in frustration against your leg. you grin.

“i’ll make you feel better when we’re alone,” you add, in hopes to calm him down - hold him over for the time being.

he smiles that dopey smile again, eyes glazed over.

“there’s nobody upstairs,” he suggests, his eyes pleading with you. he pouts, knowing you often give in when he does so.

you smile.

“you want me to fuck you in my friends bathroom?” you ask, tone laced with amusement at his neediness.

his face lights up at your words - the thought of you letting him be inside you never crossing his mind. at most, he’d thought he’d get your mouth; and that was best case scenario. he tries to contain his excitement.

he nods frantically, lifting his chin from your thigh to look at you better. he’s still on his knees in front of you, need and desperation written all over his face.

“yes, please. i’ll be quiet, i swear.. i-i’ll be so good, i promise-“ he rambles, his begs symphonic to your ears. his pleas are whiney, eager - and loud.

you reach down, interrupting his pleas with your palm. his eyes widen, and he fights to keep his tongue in his mouth and not run it along your palm greedily.

“you’re already not being quiet. why should i believe you’ll be quiet then?” you taunt, watching as he floods with panic at the thought of you denying him again.

he drops his voice to a shaky whisper, breathing heavy.

“i- i promise i will,” he chokes out. “a-and, you can cover my m-mouth.. j-just like that, if i’m not.”

you smile at his words, giving him a small nod, leaning down to whisper against his ear. your tits practically press against his lips, and he bites back a moan low in his throat.

“start walking upstairs.” you whisper against his ear, your lips brushing against his skin. you don’t even finish with your order fully before he’s standing up from his spot on his knees before you, walking quickly for the stairs, almost tripping on his feet. you laugh, standing up and rubbing his back.

“easy,” you say, not wanting him to trip and fall. he slows down, walking up the steps as calmly as he can, you right behind him.

neither of you have any shame - it’s clear whats going on; your thighs still soaked with his saliva and his panting as he practically drags you up the steps.

you shove him into the bathroom, locking the door before slamming him against it. you connect your lips, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip messily before kissing him harshly, fast.

he whines softly against your lips, hips bucking toward yours in desperation. you smile, shaking your head.

“quiet. you don’t want me to stop, do you?” you taunt, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back and kissing across his jaw and down his throat.

his breath catches. he shakes his head. he’s still a whining mess, only softer now - trying to obey you, wanting anything but for you to stop.

“m sorry, s-sorry.” he chokes out, reveling in the feeling of your soft, wet lips against his skin. he slams his mouth shut, fighting forcefully against the cries that threaten to spill past his lips.

you lay your palm flat against his stomach, sliding down the skin until you reach the waistband of his pants. his breath catches in his throat, and he gasps.

you press your palm against him through his pants, watching as his face contorts in pleasure - his brows furrowing, his jaw falling slack in a silent whine.

you move your hand up, unzipping his pants and palming him again, this time through his boxers. his precum smears onto your palm through the fabric, sticky and wet.

“so messy,” you taunt, swiping your thumb across his tip through the fabric, causing his head to fall back - a small, choked moan escaping past his lips. it’s quiet enough to slide past your ridicule.

you move your hand away, a cry of protest spilling from matt’s lips. he watches as you bring your palm to your mouth, your tongue swiping along your skin - licking it clean of his precum eagerly. he swallows thickly, choking back a whine.

“i have to take care of that, huh?” you nod towards his cock, painfully hard underneath the confines of his boxers. he nods, eyes red and cheeks pink.

“p-please, need it so bad. h-hurts,” he whispers, voice shaking with need, spilling past his lips slowly and low. “i d-dont care what you do, just please-“ he continues, pouting.

you cut him off with a small kiss to his lips. his eyes shut as he melts into your touch, lips parting against yours. he leans into you, fighting to keep his hands to himself, to behave. his hands shake with want. his mind tortures him with images of you - under him, letting him make you feel good, your moans like heaven and honey.

“lay on the floor,” you whisper against his lips, voice dripping with sex. his eyes fly open, processing what you’ve asked of him before he practically lunges for the floor, his back pressed against the cold tile. his head spins at the quick change in position, his high still rippling through him harshly. he closes his eyes, every sensation hitting him tenfold. he feels like he could cum just from knowing what you’re about to do to him. he chokes back a moan as you sink down, straddling him through his pants.

he looks up at you with red eyes, cheeks pink, lips pinker. his hair is messy - your hands having been in it previously. his lips are slightly parted, he’s panting.

“make a sound and i’ll stop,” you whisper, reaching between your bodies and tugging him free of his boxers. he winces, the exposure to the cold air on his sensitive tip causing slight pain.

you smile, looking down and stroking him slowly. he lays his head back against the tile, his mouth agape in a silent whine of pleasure. he looks so delicious, so needy. you want to wreck him with pleasure, make him squirm beneath your onslaught and fight to stay silent.

you don’t even bother taking off your dress, only hiking it up your thighs enough to reveal your small underwear. his eyes nearly roll back in his head at the sight alone.

you pull them to the side, sliding your fingers along your wetness. he watches, mouth agape and panting.

you collect some of your wetness on your fingers, bringing it to his mouth. he parts his lips eagerly, taking your fingers into his mouth.

his mouth is warm and wet - so much so that you consider torturing him some more and making him eat you out, but you decide against it. he swirls his tongue around your skin, sucking your wetness off of your fingers eagerly, a shaky whine escaping his lips, as if your taste is bringing him physical pleasure.

he continues to suck at your fingers, even when he’s swallowed all you’ve given him - hoping to come across another taste somehow. you pull them from his mouth, leaving his mouth open and empty. he pouts, whining.

“a little more. please?” he asks, eyes red and pleading. his mouth waters at the thought of tasting you again - his favorite privilege.

you smile, shaking your head and sinking down onto him without warning. you watch as he struggles to stay quiet - his face scrunching in pleasure so prettily. his mouth falls open in a silent cry.

the pleasure of being inside you rakes through him harshly, every nerve ending in his body on fire. the pleasure is intensified greatly with his high, almost unbearable. he know he won’t last long.

you move your hips in slow, torturous movements. his jaw falls slack. a sweet, soft whine of pure ecstasy escapes his lips. you don’t reprimand him - in fact, you revel in the sound, your movements becoming quicker, sloppier.

he chokes. soft, pretty moans spill from his lips shamelessly.

“h-hurt me. please?” he begs, his voice shaking and barely audible. you grin down at him, shaking your head.

“needy needy.” you spit, your voice taunting, yet soft. you deliver a small slap against his cheek, watching his face contort in pleasure.

“nngh, fuck. again.” he slurs out, eyes shut. he throbs inside you, hitting your sweet spot with each of your movements.

“manners,” you reply, quickening your movements slightly, watching him struggle to form the words.

“ahh- sor-sorry. please? hit me again please?” his voice shakes, his climax so close he can taste it on his tongue - sweet and tantalizing, the pressure tumbling rapidly in his abdomen.

your second slap is all that it takes, the sting deliciously radiating across his skin. a soft cry escapes his lips.

“c-can i cum- please?” he begs, his voice so sweet and strained. you can’t help but nod, watching the relief and pleasure flood his pretty face.

his jaw falls slack, a soft cry of pleasure pushed through his pink lips. his body shakes softly under yours, trembling with the intense orgasm. every wave of pleasure is intensified, every shake of his body leaves him weak and dizzy. he pants as he comes down, finally feeling like he can breath. the room spins.

you slide off of him, causing him to hiss in sensitivity. he looks up at you in confusion, pouting.

“b-but you didn’t-“ he begins, reaching for you - hating the idea of not pleasing you thoroughly.

you shush him quickly, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip - his mouth wet and warm against your skin.

“shh. i have other plans.”

—-

an : i got carried away this is so fucking ass i apologize🔥🔥

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saintgoths · 22 days

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ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡʙᴏʏ

ARTHUR MORGAN, SIMON GHOST RILEY AND JOEL MILLER.

SOME PEOPLE MIGHT WONDER WHAT'S GHOST BRITISH ASS HERE FOR AND AHT! IT'S BASED ON HIS COWBOY SKIN.

THIS IS MY THANK YOU FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS POST

WARNING - NASTY SEX, BREEDING KINK AND P!LINKS

ARTHUR MORGAN

He had been so thick you couldn’t help but bite down on the pillow, this isn’t the first time you had him but whenever Arthur was inside of you, you could feel the way you had stretched to adjust to his size, normally when you had fucked men who were in fact bigger than you it was painful, but Arthur, Arthur knew how to use it, to stir you into a swirl of lustful craziness and break you into a whimpering mess.

As reflex, you had tightened around him, your cunt hot as the friction of his beginning motion began to quicken, and when you felt the arch of his cock slip deeper into you, you couldn’t help but push out a trembling sigh. “Oh fuck!” You had moaned, already overstimulated by his embrace, Arthur continued to rock his hips, focused to aid you to reach your high, he had been keen on your every movement, how you would further your arch whenever the tip of his shaft kissed a soft spot and the way you’d tightly grip the bed sheets when your moans would twist into a higher pitch.

It had always been like this, Arthur would at first be silent when it came to fucking you but as time moved on, he’d become more vocal about how good you felt around him, how tight your sex was and how he only wanted you to himself. Arthur barely showed his possessiveness, in shame you’d make fun of him, but if he was aware of how turned on you’d get whenever you would catch him staring down another suitor or belittle them, unconsciously realising he’d be doing it because he craved you, worshiped you and was a love sick fool.

You tucked your bottom lip behind your teeth as you could feel the pad of his thumb stroke your anus, he knew that always shaped you crazy, how your cunt would become wetter and slippery around his girth and how you’d thoughtlessly hump yourself backwards, greedy for his love and eager to feel his cum fill inside of you. “Like that?” Arthur moaned, his voice deep and throaty, rough like pine cones but lewd like the devil himself. “Like that babygirl?” He’d tease and when you’d nod your head, he would move his other hand to your hair, pulling you closer to him while he continued to move his hips forwards.

“Take me,” he whispered into your ear, your eyes blurry as you could feel tears coat your eyes, he was so big, but felt so good, “Take me,” he’d echo while his other hand would slip to one of your breasts, his palm cupped over it as he would circle the nub of your nipple with his thumb and finger. “That’s it,” he’d sooth as your body shook against his. Your moans embarrassingly soared as your nectar would coat around his length and spill against the bed sheets. “That’s it, good girl, cum for me, good girl, yeah? You’re my good girl,” he’d hum as he would continue to fuck you, your mouth wet with your own saliva as you had attempted to sum up words.

Yet, you had sounded so futile, senseless as he fucked his orgasm into you, his semen so hot and filling you had felt some of it leak down your thighs, but you were rapacious, desiring excessively for more of him that when he pulled himself out, you helped his level his wet and sticky cock to your arse.

REFERENCE

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

You had lost count on how many times he has made you climaxed under this one showdown, he had just returned back home, impatient but smooth with how he handled you, prior to his return you had sent your boyfriend a plethora of lewd images that had commenced him to fall into his sensual pit, the moment he stepped through the door and closed the exit behind him, he put down his bag and kissed you. Telling you how much he’d take care yet ravage you, and he had always kept his promises.

With his hand underneath your knee, he had continuously rocked his hip forward, with his width had consumed you, you couldn’t help but fall limp within his touch, over-stimulated by the excessive pleasure, you looked at him with watered eyes as you had cried out pleasured wails. “Keep doing that! Keep doing that!” You repeated before he started to moan through your nose you had yelped once you had felt his hand slap against your buttocks.

“Yeah! Oh!” You cried out, beguiled with the hot and dark look that shaded his eyes you had been completely enamoured that he had taken off his mask, revealed everything to you, his body, his scars and the beautiful and comely look he had on his face that had infatuated you every time you took a look at him, you couldn’t believe he was yours, just yours, allowing you to use him for your pleasure as he did to you, he had felt so painfully good you’d whimper whenever you’d feel him slip out of you, dangerously craving for him to fill you up with his cock, there’d be a glint that would briskly sparkle in his eyes once he’d be aware with how much you had wanted him.

“Look at you,” he’d mutter, his heavy voice buried and profound which had set you into another wave of thrill, he had known just the sound of his voice would make you cum and he’d tease you with a comment there and then, but the second he would be set to talking to you while fucking his cock so broad and deep into you, the hearth and wetness of your cunt would profoundly coat his length, making his movements more polished and slick as his cock would begin to throb.

“Taking me like that, you’re such a good girl,” he’d mutter and with your mouth wide open you could feel another crest of orgasm influx and attempt to peak. “You like that? Me fucking you like this, huh?” He’d poke and with a quick nod and eluding words you had gripped your bed sheets, your opening hot as your nectar.

Your eyes tightly screwed shut as you climaxed, agreeing to everything he would say to you. “No one fucked you like this before huh?”

“No! no!” You’d whine, relieved as you would feel his fluids seep into you, his hand that had been under your legs had softened and eventually he pulled himself out of you, his chest heavily moving up and down as he caught his breath fore pressing his lips against your mouth, with a short moan, you had placed your hand against his chest as you returned his embrace, but when you had pulled away, you had looked into his eyes. “Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

“You will be the death of me,” he smiled before he kissed your nose and laid beside you.

REFERENCE

JOEL MILLER

He needed this release, so much pent-up stress and anger he had unconsciously desired to fuck out and you had been there, like a gift for his much tenacious and unyielding force. He had been unsure if you would want him, but the way your eyes looked when you had noticed the hard bulge he had terribly hid beneath his pants, had sent him the green flag, you had actually been the one to make the first move as you had always wanted to fuck him.

He was so big and strong, and you loved the sight of his muscled arms, his muscles arms that had now hung around your waists as you had bounced on his cock, mouth wide open as you had struggled to make noise due to how engulfed you were. You had felt the way his hands had now been placed on your hips as he aided you up and down his length, your sex glazing his cock with its fluids, overwhelmed by how the curve of his cock stroked against your spot, your cunt which had countlessly clenched around him in response to his rugged embrace had commenced you to dig your nails into his muscled chest.

The sounds were so bawdy and erotic, the wet racy noises that were being made by each other’s movements had heated Joel into a further passion, how your breast bounced and how you moved your hips forward as you continuously searched for your orgasm, you were like a bunny in a fever, exposed how much lust you had for him bottled up had moved Joel into an ardent and wistful state, how he had possessively clung onto you as your moans sang into his ears.

“That’s right sweetheart, keep fucking me like that,” he’d groan as he’d screw his eyes shut. “Keep going like that---you feel so good, girl,” he’d whine, his tone gruff and throaty as he could feel himself twitch beneath you, aware how you had moved one of his hands towards your breast, helping him give it a good squeeze before you started to roll your hips, your swift movements compelling Joel into a tranced state as he started to jerk his hips upwards.

He had entered a moment of silence, his mouth opened as he carelessly fucked his cock deep into you, his rough movements had helped you to find your voice again and you squealed due to how heavy and thick he had felt inside of you, how the head of his cock licked your sweet spots thus had sent you into a bubbled trance as you had stopped moving, your figure tense as you had allowed Joel to use your body and milk his cum into you, your eyes rolled backwards as your body had jerked and flinched every second to your own orgasm.

“You good there?” Joel had asked with a smirk and with a brief nod, you had collapsed your body against his.

REFERENCE

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luveline · 2 months

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Omg please kbd uncle Eddie:’)

dad!steve x mom!reader, 1k

“Hi, Uncle Eddie.”

Eddie rubs his hands together, holds them out in front of himself, and summons the prodigal child forward. “Bethany. Quick, give me a hug.”

Bethie walks into his waiting arms, her giggle infectious as she says, “That’s not my name.”

“Bethie,” Eddie says with a sigh. “You know my full name is Edward. Full names are nothing to be ashamed of.”

“It’s Bethie.”

She pushes the hair off of his shoulders. He smiles at her and her little hands. If someone told him ten years ago he’d be carrying Steve ‘King of Hawkins High’ Harrington’s babygirl around like a treasure he’d laugh in their face, but he loves Beth. She’s hands down his favourite Harrington, and he’s allowed to have favourites as an uncle, though the other clingers are cool too. Beth is Eddie’s favourite because she’s an underdog, and because she’s so clearly infatuated with him. They’re best friends.

He gives her a pat between the shoulders and slips down into a seat in front of the TV. There’s no signs of the other babies nor their parents; Eddie always lets himself in when he’s coming around and he doesn’t expect wait service, but a hello would be nice. “Where’s mom and dad?” he asks, setting Beth down into the seat beside him. He zeroes in on a plate of pretzels and snags a few for snacking. “You’re downstairs by yourself?”

“No! They’re in the kitchen.”

“Really? What about Ave and Dove, then?” he asks through chewing.

“Dove is napping and Ave, um, went somewhere.”

He raises his brows. “Dad took her somewhere?” He imagines Beth would tell him Avery’s run away with similar nonchalance.

“To Grandma’s. They’re going to watch a play.”

“Oh,” Eddie springs up off of the couch. “Stay here, sweetheart, I’ll just go make sure they know I’m here.”

Eddie is scared to open the door. Why is it closed? He supposed parents are deprived of one another but he doesn’t wanna see you kissing. Then again, if he does see you kissing, Steve will die of embarrassment. That’s worth it.

“Hello!” he shouts, throwing open the door.

He makes you both jump hard, Steve’s head thwacking a cabinet and your hand thrown to your chest. You almost fall on your ass where you’re kneeling by Steve’s leg. His pant leg is pushed up to the knee, and you have a tweezers in hand —Eddie frowns abruptly.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks.

“Steve has a tick, you fiend. When did you get here?”

Steve groans. “The door was locked,” he says, rubbing the back of his head.

“Not well. Just stuck my credit card in there and wham. You guys should slide the chain in if you’re gonna leave poor Bethie all by her lonesome, don’t you think?”

“Eddie, the door was locked,” Steve says. “You’re the only weirdo in Hawkins willing to break in. Plus, I still have that baseball bat in the garage.”

“Sure. Come on, sweetheart, get off the floor. Let Eddie have a stab at it.”

You laugh and pull Steve’s pants down over his shin. “It’s fine, I already got it. He might get Lyme’s now because you scared the fuck out of me–”

“Language.”

“–but I heated it up and I think I got it.” You look up with a smile. Steve pauses his pained head rubbing to beam at you lovingly.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. Or he’ll turn into a zombie, and that would make him cooler. Win win. So, dinner?” Eddie asks. “Should I go get something?”

“Nah, I made ravioli, you rude idiot. Where’s Beth?”

“I told her to stay put in case you were making out.”

Steve helps you up from your kneeling to dust you off. “Thanks for saving my life,” he sighs tiredly, kissing your cheek.

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns away. Steve should love and appreciate you, you’re awesome, but he’s also a loser and Eddie’s entitled to thinking such disparaging thoughts about his friend from time to time.

You and Steve made a kid as cool as Beth, so Steve can’t be too bad of a loser.

“Uncle Eddie?”

“Yes, my lovely sweetpea angel?” Eddie asks.

She stares at him, adorable in all her chubby-cheeked, sugary-eyed sweetness with her hands held up for another hug. Eddie leans down, says, “Daw, I can’t say no to you,” as she giggles into his hair. He strokes the top of her shoulder with his thumb. “So what’s happening? How did that painting go with mommy, did you put it in the contest?”

Steve nudges you forward with a hand on your shoulder. “He’d make a good dad, right?”

“For sure,” you say, “not as good as you, though.”

“Oh, you’re flirting with me, that’s cool… Are you free Friday night?”

“Probably gonna be pulling ticks off of some other guy's leg.”

“Oh, that’s fine, I was busy anyways.”

Beth giggles as Eddie tips her backward, a mixture of nerves and excitement that kids experience so much more than adults.

“I always expected him to just end up with a kid. Like, one night stand style,” Steve says.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. At least then he doesn’t get stuck marrying somebody he doesn’t love.”

Steve glares at you as you laugh, dragging you into his arms to smush kisses into your cheek. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“Sorry, honey. I hope Eddie gets as lucky as me someday.”

Beth begs to be put down through giggles. “I don’t know,” Steve says, resting his cheek on your temple to watch her laugh, “I don’t think Eddie has luck, just sheer force of will.”

“He’d totally get a baby in a basket on his doorstep.”

Steve mulls it over. “God, he totally would.”

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charliemwrites · 4 months

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Part 5 — y’all have had it too good for too long. Time to suffer again.

Content warning for angst, nightmares, and non-descriptive panic attack

You’re bleeding.

Can’t tell who shot you, only that it’s hard to breathe. Your chest is a bloody, mangled mess, your entire front painted crimson. A puddle expanding around your boots.

Your head feels leaden as you drag it up, searching for help, searching for —

There they are. The 141. SpecGru. All of them, standing just out of reach. They could help, they could save you. But they’re not, they’re just standing, watching. Could be statues if not for the sneer that twists Soap and Nova’s face when you make desperate eye contact.

Your captain takes a single step forward, crouching as you fall to your knees.

“You’re just not a good fit, anymore,” he explains, shrugging. “Nothing personal, kid.”

“Baby. Baby!”

Keegan’s face is above you, jaw dusted with dark stubble. He’s wide awake, eyes huge and worried, showing you both his hands. His mask is gone, hair tussled.

Bed. You’re in bed. You fell asleep with him tonight.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispers.

“K-Keegan…” The shivers start almost instantly, like you really were bled out. Before he can ask, you reach for him. Let him bundle you against his chest, arms tight around you, and legs bent up on either side of you. A cage of safety around you, keeping you safe and close.

“I’m here, sweets. Right here,” he murmurs into your hair. “‘M not goin’ anywhere.”

You sniffle, press your face against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. Too fast; because he’s worried about you.

“Which one?” he asks.

You shudder. “A new one.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. Drops a kiss on your head. “Just me, or do you need someone else?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as the tears start flowing, guilt gnawing at your tight stomach.

“C-can I see the captain?” You ask. “I-I’m sorry, Kee. I just…”

He shushes you. “That’s why I asked, baby. It’s okay. Nothing to feel bad for.”

He doesn’t even give you the option of walking. Just tucks you into one of his sweatshirts — sandalwood and vetiver — and scoops you up. You tuck your face against his neck against the hall lights as he walks with you.

“Dreams again,” he says to someone — Nikto, probably.

Three sharp knocks. A single beat. Then a door opens. You peek out, relieved to see your captain standing there.

“Hi babygirl,” he rumbles, “bad night?”

Keegan hands you over with practiced ease, your captain letting you loops your arms and legs around him. His skin feels almost burning, warm enough to drive out the lingering chill. He smells good too. Like sleep and home.

“Y-you still… you still want me right?” You whisper, eyes stinging.

“Always,” he answers instantly. “My girl, my soldier, mine. Just like Keegan and Nikto and Nova.”

You cling tighter, but he just hums and smooths his hands over your back.

“Keegan, get Nova and an extra mattress,” he orders.

“On it.”

The captain carries you in, a shadow from the corner of your eye telling you Nikto is still there. You’re set on the bed in a spot still warm; it dips as another body settles with you. Nikto again. Mask on as always, but dressed down for sleep. He’s even got his gloves off and lets you play gently with his fingers while your captain turns on a light and fetches you a glass of water.

“Still with you,” Nikto murmurs.

You sniffle and wipe hurriedly at your eyes, trying to preserve what little dignity you’ve got left.

“None of that now, baby,” your captain soothes, tilting a glass to your mouth. “Cry if you need. Get it out.”

The tears some slow and quiet, only little sobs escaping as Nikto’s arms curl around you. Keegan appears at the door soon after, Nova helping him drag a mattress into the captain’s quarters. She comes to your other side while Keegan and the captain start arranging the other bed.

Soon, they switch you over, drag the first mattress onto the floor as well. After that, arrangements are familiar and automatic. The captain takes one side, fits your back against his chest. Keegan takes your other side, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head. Nikto nestles up behind him - needs the access of the end of the bed. And Nova distributes herself on top of you and Keegan, a gentle warm weight soothing you.

“Sleep if you can, babygirl,” your captain murmurs in your ear. His thumb sweeps gentle arcs over your hipbone. “We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

—

The nightmares were the worst when you first joined SpecGru. The first six months. You’d wake up in a cold sweat, apologies to an empty room on your tongue.

Nikto would find you out on the obstacle course at all hours of the night, in all kinds of weather. Running and jumping and climbing without so much as penlight. Pushing and pushing until you were panting on bloody hands and knees, driven by the single-minded need to be better, to be worth it.

When he found out, your captain put a ban on you from running the course unless he himself was present the entire time. You were pissed at first — even went so far as to bitch him out one day, exhausted and strung out on stress.

And he’d let you. Just sat behind his desk listening. Unimpressed, but not pissed, either. When you’d finally run out of steam, he’d stood.

“Still mad?”

When you nodded, he nodded towards the door.

“C’mon, we’ll go for a spar,” he explained when you gave him a distrustful look. “And then you’re going down for a nap.”

You frowned, shifted. “What about…?”

He snorts. “All that a minute ago?”

When you nodded, he shrugged. “Nothing, unless you feel like you need a bit of discipline to keep it together.”

You’d wrinkled your nose. “Definitely feel like socking you now.”

He’d smirked. “Good.”

#thoughts™️#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #sad fic #angst #former 141 reader #specgru reader #cod nikto #keegan p russ #nova cod #task force 141

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hottestvirgin · 2 months

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hi can you do rough sex with jake at the back stage after concert? and you try your best to stay quiet so that no one will know what’s going on with you two as he fucks you from behind 🤭

ohgkhmhg i got so horny writing this

warnings. idol!jake, sub!reader, smut, sexual intercourse, swearing, backshawts, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, dumbification

you were jake’s lucky charm. someone he looked forward to seeing everyday. you were just his stylist. but after a while, the sexual tension grew. and you found yourself getting fucked by the idol after every concert.

jake dashes backstage, sweat dripping down his forehead and he looks breathtaking, as always. you’re quick to accompany him, using a cold towel to dab away the sweat.

the idol stares at you, never breaking away from your avoided gaze and he grazes your arm. you give him a slight nudge.

“stop. they might be recording.” you whisper, clearing your throat and turning your head to snake sure no one saw him. you knew how knetz were.

“i need to see you.” he simply says.

there was a secluded area backstage that only you and jake knew about.

so you meet him in the spot and he’s quick to bend you over, rutting his throbbing bulge against your clothed ass with a low, quiet groan.

“gon’ let me fuck this pussy here, hm?” he asks, yanking your pants down and exposing your damp panties.

“y-yes.. but be quick..” you bite back your bottom lip to quiet your desperate whines.

lifting his shirt and pulling his own pants down along his boxers, his hard cock slaps against his stomach and he pulls the center of your panties to the side, pushing his tip into your dripping entrance.

“fuck, i missed you.” jake murmurs while sliding inside you. your knees buckle at the stretch.

“f..fuck!” you squeal, and jake quickly covers your mouth with his veiny hand.

each thrust forges wet, sloppy sounds that could’ve easily gotten you two caught. but you can’t help it. you’re just so horny and wet for your man.

jake’s free hand squeezes your ass and he groans when you clench around him.

“shiiit, feels so good.” jake lifts and holds your leg, then pounds into you relentlessly. you don’t know what to do with yourself or how to stay quiet when he’s absolutely destroying your swollen cunt.

“there, there, puh-lease..” when he angles his hips to fill you completely you feel your lips trembling to let out a loud, throaty scream.

“cmere, baby.” jake coos and lifts your upper body by your neck and pulls your back towards his chest. you swore you were seeing stars.

his cock fills you completely, pressing firmly against every inch of your throbbing walls. he holds still for a moment to savor the filling of being inside you.

“j-jake,” you wince, jolting when he tightens the hand on your throat.

jake’s freehand roams across your body, exploring every inch of your skin. he’s so intoxicated with how you feel, how you smell. you’re perfect.

“you like that, ma?” he questions, bending you back over and he spreads your cheeks apart to watch how your hole struggles to take him completely.

his cock slides thick and heavy in and out of your dripping cunt. he hoists your leg up again. now you were really seeing fucking stars.

“yes, ydsyesurs, jake i’m.. so close, love ylur cock do mych.” you slur.

“takin’ me so good. bout’ to cum? go ahead, babygirl. cream my cock like a good girl.” he whispers in your ear.

and then you’re clenching tightly around him, body trembling as you cum hard. his hand immediately works to cover your mouth.

the head of his cock kisses your cervix and he releases inside your womb, painting your fluttering walls with his cum.

“fuuuk..” his body jerks as he rides out his own orgasm, moving his hand away from your mouth and pulling out of you.

you fall to your knees with a groan, the hot feeling of his cum dripping out of your abused cunt sends shivers down your spine.

“cmon, pretty. let’s get cleaned up.” jake grabs your arm. but what you both didn’t know was that heeseung had been there and watching the whole time, mouth agape.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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punished

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only!!!, smut, spankings, pussy slapping, punishment, dom!rafe/sub!reader, mentions of knife play/knife kink

“shawty got low, low, low…” you sing to yourself as you stumble back inside, heels in your hand as you make your way through the house, squinting at the bright light of the living room. you pause, somehow even your tipsy mind working to realize that you definitely turned the lights off before you left.

“i'm disappointed.” you gasp, turning around where rafe has emerged from the dark hallway. “i told you not to go out, babygirl.”

“im sorry, rafey.” you whine, hoping he won’t get too mad. “its just the girls really wanted me to!” “oh, and you listen to your girls?” rafe asks with a shake of his head.

“no, i listen to you, it’s just that-”

rafe interrupts you with a sharp laugh. “thats really funny, babe. good joke.” he steps closer as you back up until the back of your knees hit the couch. “because you didn’t listen to me. i told you not to go to the party since i wouldn’t be able to go and keep an eye on you. now you have to accept your punishment for disobeying me.”

“no, rafe-” you try to defend yourself, but rafe shoves you backwards suddenly, your body falling over the arm of the couch and landing on the soft cushions.

“turn the fuck over and get on my knee.” rafe sits on the couch as you quickly flip, knowing its better to just accept your punishment than try and justify your actions. you knew it was a risk when you attended the party, but your excitement to go out at the time dampened the part of your mind telling you not to risk getting caught by rafe.

you place your hips on rafes thighs, already feeling tears well up in your eyes before he even strikes you.

“such a cute skirt, baby. it was one of my favorites.” rafe sighs, knowing he’s going to ruin it as he grips it with both his hands, ripping the material as part of your punishment. “its a shame.”

you want to say you’re sorry, to plead for rafes forgiveness, but you know the best way to please him is to let him inflict his punishment.

rafe looks at your bum sat on his lap, covered cutely in a pair of light pink underwear, your skin unmarred and soft.

“oh, baby.” he runs his hand up your thigh. “i wish you didn’t do things that made me have to punish you. i wish you just listened.”

rafe pulls his hand back and strikes your ass in a hard spanking. “all this misbehaving is making me worry you might like these punishments.”

rafe spanks you again, and this time you can’t help but make a noise. rafe likes you quiet when he delivers his punishment, but spanking over the exact same spot he just hit is sometimes too painful for you to stay quiet.

“shut up.” rafe simply says, continuing to spank you, sometimes delivering gentler swats, other time bringing his hand down hard.

“have you learned your lesson?” rafe asks as he tugs your panties down your legs, looking far too cute for him to rip them and ruin the chance of seeing you in them again.

“yes.” you nod quickly. “i’ve learned it, i swear rafe. won’t go out without your permission again.”

rafe seems happy enough with your answer, until he separates your thighs, having to pry them apart because you know exactly what he’ll see.

“you’re wet.” rafe states the obvious as your now uncovered pussy drips down onto his pants. “its not a real punishment if you’re soaking like a fucking slut.” “rafe, rafe, it hurt, im sorry. ive learned, i promise.” you squirm as your cunt is exposed to the cold air.

“i don’t think you have.” rafe uses one hand to push your thighs even further apart, and you’re wondering what other possible punishment rafe could have in store for you when suddenly his hand lands on your skin in a slap again, this time directly over your cunt.

you let out a mix of a squeal and a moan as rafe doesn’t hesitate to slap your pussy again, making sure it’s hard as your juices coat his palm.

“god, you even like this. fucking whore.” rafe lets out a harsh laugh, continuing to spank your cunt until its as red as your ass.

“r-rafe.” you mumble his name, your face pressed into the cushion. “please.” “please what? please stop punishing you or please make you cum?”

“just-just one more slap, please.” you can feel your clit pulsing, needing any sort of stimulation to push you over the edge. you try to push your thighs together, to get even the slightest bit of feeling on your clit, but rafes hand keeps you from clenching your legs together.

“dirty fucking whore. i don’t know what to do with you. maybe i should edge you for a week as a punishment.” rafe knows its an idle threat, he loves making you cum far too much to go a week without tasting you as your clit pulses under his tongue, or feeling your pussy squeezing his cock.

“won't have to punish me anymore, will be real good.” you tell rafe.

rafe sighs, hoping you keep your promise so he can keep you safe and protected, but knowing you like the punishments far too much to listen.

“here, cum you fucking slut.” rafe lifts your leg slightly as his free hand slaps over your clit, refusing to rub as your high suddenly bursts, orgasm causing your body to shake as rafe continues to slap your pussy until you’re squealing for him to stop.

rafe drops your leg, and you quickly close your thighs to hide your pussy, bright red and overly sensitive now.

rafe flips you over, your body like jelly after your orgasm as he tugs you to sit up on his lap, cringing slightly when your sore bum now has weight put onto it as he leans you against his torso.

“i think…” rafe hums, running a hand over your hair, always making sure to comfort you after his punishments. “next time you disobey me… i’m going to have to try punishing you with a knife, since just my hand clearly isn’t working anymore.”

your eyes widen, thinking about rafe wielding a blade, running the smooth sharp metal over your body. he smirks when he feels your pussy let out a new rush of wetness onto his lap.

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rooshoom · 10 months

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I did it. I have Spots verbal quirks in the previous post and now you get to have Spots physical quirks and movements with some quotes from when I noticed he does them.

Poses

Terrible casual ‘guy’ poses

The arm lean, the hand on the hip, the tilted head. He is totally faking the confidence.

“I love how many of your there are!”

“It’s the place with the big collider.”

Shoulders / Arms

When he first walks into the store to rob the ATM, he has super tense shoulders. We see a lot of his stress and tension carried more in his upper body than lower body.

Lots of shrugging

Shrinks in on himself by squeezing his arms to his sides

During the flashback when he brought the spider from 42 to 1610 you can really see how much he tries to squeeze in on himself.

Slings his arms, when he throws his portals his arms fly forward very fluidly. Example when he throws the portal at Pav, Gwen and Hobie, he throws it hard enough that his upper body drops once it’s out of his hand.

Hand movements

Fingers first, if you watch the way he reaches into the ATM he doesn’t just casually reach in, he grabs things with his fingers instead of his whole hand or with his palm

Floppy hand / t-rex arm

Conveys tons of emotions through his hands, like when he is shocked he flexes his fingers open. Maybe picked up on this since he can no longer express emotion through his face.

Balled fists but likely out of nerves. Once again seen in the flashback of the spider.

Points with all of his fingers instead of just one. “You made me into this!”

Standing / walking

It seems like he only stands at full height when he’s trying to convince himself to be confident. “I am the Spot.”

Even when he’s actually confident he doesn’t stand at full height. Right before he disappears inside Pav’s collider, which you can tell by his verbal cues that he’s very confident with what he's about to do, he’s still leaned over.

Knees together, once against this man just wants to appear small.

Clumsy. “I need more spots!” Running into walls, dropping things, and twisting around corners.

Would rather stand, crouch, or stand on his knees than sit down. Look at Gwen watch him ramble to himself while building, he doesn’t sit once.

Crouches with his neck more than his back. “You’ll have a villain worth fighting for.”

Head / Face

Head tilts

Leans forward to see with face first, so lucky he has a hole right there to deflect fists because if he didn’t he would be punched in the face so fast.

When he says “wow four on there.” You can see him lean in with his face. Totally why that old lady beat him with a purse.

Literal nose tilted up attitude later in the movie. When he’s in Pav’s universe dropping scientists into portals, he has face tilted up and nodding along with how many holes he creates.

Other

I see him stim with his legs a lot, such as hopping foot to foot. “This is real.”

Just generally very fluid, watch how he falls into the portal when he yells, “I am your nemesis!” He flops into it instead of bracing for impact. He has no sense of self preservation.

He. Cannot. Fight. Watch all of his scenes and look at how loose he is. A slinky of a man.

Look at how he flails. This man would flinch if you threw a pillow at him.

Y’all, I’m absolutely encouraging you to write Spot X Reader with my lists. I’m trying to make this easy as possible, don’t think babygirl just write a bedtime story for the masses we can all peacefully drift off to. Let me spoil you with the time I spent doing this so you don’t have to.

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