#last time i tried to mix it with stuff and he Refused to touch the baby food. so this time i just dissolved it in water and forced it in him

[korattata]

Appearently cabergoline tasts very very very very very very really bad

#Kyle has been rubbing his face on the floor of the cage for like 5 minutes now #my dude. if you would take some of this whipped cream it would get the taste out of your mouth. #last time i tried to mix it with stuff and he Refused to touch the baby food. so this time i just dissolved it in water and forced it in him #it is too important of a medicine (inhibits brain tumor growth) for me to fuck around and just hope he gets most of it in him #he only takes it every 3 days too so like. i have to wait too long if he doesnt get it all in him :/ #if it was daily it'd be like ok tomorrow will be better! but no its every 72 hours #he is doing a LOT better than he was tho btw. he can actually eat solid stuff now :') #ok he finally ate some shipped cream and isnt complaining anymore :D #oh he has so much drool on his chin. sorry bud. #i made sure to hold him in place enough that he definitely swallowed it but. geez i hope he didnt manage to spit any of it out #new rat ramblings

[thatanimeramenchick]

Yandere Vox x Secretary Reader Pt. 2

Eh, what have you guys done to me. I swear, we Vox fangirls are the thirstiest on the internet right now. Also, officially, I’m making this a three part series, but that’s it. So much for a oneshot. I'll make a title for this series, eventually. Also, if you want to be tagged, please put your age in your bio.

Part One - Part Three

Triggers: Dubcon-y vibes in scenes. Violence and threatening. Read responsibly, stuff is gonna get a little dark this chapter.

Word count: 3,142

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Vox thought you looked perfect. For once, you were wearing something decent that he bought you instead of one of the plain outfits from before you had moved in. Somehow, you had been convinced to put on actual jewelry and makeup as well. The only flaw you held was the dirty look on your face, which you refused to face towards him directly, and it only got dirtier as you downed more and more wine.

“You know, you could at least attempt to have a good time after all the effort I put into this evening,” he said, “You haven’t even touched your food.”

“Not hungry,” you said, voice ice cold. It always was nowadays.

“If you’re not in the mood for dinner, we could watch a new production I oversaw,” he said, “I think you’d enjoy it.”

You snort at that.

“I’d rather listen to Alastor’s radio program than watch any of the hot trash your production company creates,” you said.

“I’m sorry? What was that?” he said, putting a warning hint into his tone.

“You heard me,” you said, “I’ve gotta say for someone supposedly so modern, you’re still just an old man. Alastor is what? Like twenty years older than you? And you think he’s elderly? You’re practically a decrepit bygone as well. You think anyone gives a shit about cable nowadays? At least Alastor has the decency to make stuff with class and not just forgettable, cheap cash grabs.”

Against his will, he felt a circuit spurt. His hand clenched around the glass and slammed it onto the table, causing you to jump. A small noise left your mouth, as panicked as the look in your eyes was now. You looked like you knew that you had pushed a little more than you probably should have.

“You know what?” he hissed, “You think you can just talk to me like that? Fine. You wanna play rough with me? Well guess what, I’m going to fuck that bad attitude right out of you!”

“Excuse me???”

You didn’t even look scared at that just shocked and baffled, as if that had been the last thing you had expected to hear.

“You heard me!” he grabbed you by your shoulders and shoved you flat onto the couch, “I’m sick of you fighting me. Well, you’re not going to after this.”

“W-wait, Vox, stop-”

He smashed his lips to yours, purposefully being harsh, biting you when you tried to keep your mouth closed. When you attempted to turn your face away, he grabbed your chin rough enough where he knew it would leave a mark before kissing you harder. You pounded your fist against his chest, but he ignored it, straddling you. He eventually used his other hand to grab your wrist and push it into the couch.

He didn’t know when it happened, but at some point in your struggle something shifted in the air. Changed. You had finally stopped fighting, slowly wrapping your arm around his neck, kissing him back. It was heavenly, you finally submitting to him. Yes, yes, yes… He paused to look you in the eyes, to see your timid gaze and red face. There was still a look of anger glazed across your features, but it was fading. He brought his hand up to play at the buttons on your blouse. You looked at each other for a second longer before you initiated a kiss for once, using the arm around his neck to pull him close. Your tongue felt so hot, so right, as if your body was as electric as his own and-

Vox gasped, a spark running through his head. He woke up alone in bed, a literal hot mess. He felt like his head was overheating, running a million miles a minute, despite the fact that he should feel cold from sleep. Mixing this with the slick sweat and fluid he was covered in, it was an uncomfortable feeling. Groping for the robe hanging next to his bed, he climbed out. What a dream. He needed a second to wire down from that before trying to go back to sleep.

He picked up his phone and opened it to check on you. The camera in your room showed you curled up on your mattress, blanket half off your body and arms wrapped around one of your pillows. It pressed into your dozing face, which held a peaceful, relaxed look that he rarely saw now that you had decided to go to war with him. His finger absently stroked your image on the screen.

Why did you have to be so difficult? He didn’t know what had been the powder keg that had kicked off your little rebellion, but whatever it was, all his attempts to nip it in the bud had made you more temperamental. Clearly his irritation with your behavior had seeped into his mind enough to create some… darker fantasies deep in his sleeping subconscious.

He shook his head. It was just a dream. It didn’t mean anything.

Besides, he already had been thinking about what to do next, to give you that little push you needed to be more agreeable.

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Later that day he scoffed at how ridiculous his own morbid imagination was. The idea of you dressed all pimped up like one of Valentino’s whores. You barely got out of bed nowadays. If he was being honest, your imprisonment had caused your mood to swing between defiant temper tantrums and a hopelessly depressed sloth. Today, you were in the latter mood, still in pajamas that he swore you were wearing two days ago, lying on the couch and mindlessly eating as you watched some random reality show.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he said, trying to sound pleasant, “Looks like you’ve had a relaxing day.”

You glance at him for a second before looking back at the television. The blanket is pulled tighter around you, as if you were trying to hide any inch of yourself from him. Ever since his last attempt at showing his affection had ended in you headbutting him – hard – you had been particularly prickly at even the slightest hint that he might want to touch you.

“What do you want, asshole?” you said, voice lacking emotion.

Charming as always.

“Well, dearest, I was thinking. Now that you’ve had some time to think things over, I was hoping we could finally come to an agreement that would make us both happy,” he said.

“I highly doubt that’s possible,” you said.

He sat beside you, which caused you to curl your legs in tighter. You inch up on the arm a little, as if to sit as far away from him as possible without having to actually put any effort into getting up.

“We both have something that the other person wants, something that could be easily settled with a written contract,” Vox said, “You would like to be allowed to roam around this cesspool of a city and I-”

“Let me guess, it includes a whole paragraph about me never leaving your sight as well as a clause about how often you get to stick yourself in my various orifices?” you grumbled.

“You’re so melodramatic sometimes,” he said, “You always assuming the worst about people, F/N. Makes me wonder if you were double crossed a lot in your previous life.”

You don’t even respond to this, just continue to stare ahead. He’d noticed that lately you’ve been avoiding his gaze. He wasn’t sure how much you had figured out about his abilities, but you seemed to have pieced enough together that the more you avoided his eyes, the less direct influence he had on you at the moment. He was sure that it was one of the many reasons you were so moody lately; you stubbornly refused to be soothed by him. Regardless, whether you were trying to avoid his hypnotic gaze or not, it’s no matter. It’s not like you’re going to be able to avoid the overall influence he has over this city, especially if you spend your free time watching television he’s created.

“It’s rather tame, considering the situation you’re in. Contract or not, it’s not like you’re going to be going anywhere anytime soon,” he continued, “You’re lucky I care for you as much as I do, trying to work with you like this.”

“Hooray for me,” you said.

You really were a brat sometimes. Vox at times wondered if it was because he was too soft on you, and you didn’t realize the amount of actual power he held over you. Either that or you just didn’t care anymore. Whatever. It was all big talk because at the end of the day, you both knew you couldn’t do anything about your situation.

“You already have lots of benefits, which you would retain. Nice apartment, clothes, up to date tech. Besides that, you can come and go regularly, as long as you’re back here within twenty-four from when you last left. You can do whatever you want during that time. You also would be working for me a minimum of forty hours a week, with the occasional granted vacation at my discretion. That’s pretty much it, along with you occasionally being cooperative with my… desires,” he said, “So you’d have plenty of time to yourself. I didn’t put in anything that would force you to do anything too unsavory with me.”

Though he certainly would have liked to be more pushy in that department, he knew going too far could result in the kind of hate fueled relationship Valentino and Angel Dust shared. He honestly didn’t have the energy to have that much drama in his own life. Good night, he could hardly handle the drama that was in his life now. Besides, he was sure you’d come around willingly, even if it took a few centuries.

You glared at him as he finished speaking, as if to say, how generous of you.

From inside his vest, he pulls out the contract and holds it out to you.

“So, we have a deal?” he asked.

You sit up and take the paper, still avoiding his eyes. You seem to be reading it over, though your hold on it is lazy.

“… This still says you can fuck me at least once a week if you want to, or else I’m not allowed to leave the building,” you said, “Did you really think I wasn’t going to notice shit like that?”

He laughed a bit awkwardly.

“I mean, I did say I would like you to be at least a little cooperative,” he said, crossing his legs, “We could wait a little while if you’d like. I mean, you’d still have more freedom than you do now, even with that minuscule restriction. You should know by now that I’m a patient man.”

You stare at it again, forehead wrinkled.

“You know what… I see where you’re coming from,” you said, finally making eye contact, “Tic for tac, eh?”

“That’s a crude way for you to put it,” he said.

You shrug.

“Crude or not, it’s the truth,” you said, a sardonic smirk appearing on your face, “You want me to give a little to get a little.”

Before he could say anything you hold up your hands with more energy than he’s seen you have in days.

“No, no, no! I understand. I’ve been in hell long enough to know how people like you work. I get where you’re coming from, I really do. I’m not stupid! So trust me, I’m being completely serious when I say that I think you should take this lovely contract of yours and shove it up your glowing blue ass!” you ripped it in half on the last word, your smile still present but a nasty look in your eyes.

Vox felt his eye twitch as you continued to smirk at him, tossing the paper at him like you would throw trash across the room. You then lie back down and turn back to the TV, ignoring him again as if the last few minutes hadn’t even happened at all. Though you were attempting to pull your face back into the blank expression of earlier, he could see in your eyes a mixture of emotion, rage, yes, but also a certain smugness. What, did you really think you were tough shit for mouthing off to him like that?

He felt like his head was going to explode. Before he even registered how he was reacting, he had grabbed you by the hair and was pulled you back over.

“Ow! What the hell are you doing, Vox?” you yelled, the smug look gone from your eyes, “You’re hurting me!”

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you? I’m trying to be generous to you because I actually like you, but you know what? I’ve clearly spoiled you rotten already!” he fumed.

He was practically seeing red as he dragged you over, causing you to yelp. You try to kick him, but he only grabs onto your ankle and pulls you closer to him, spinning you around so that you were pressed against the back of the couch, his arms on either side of you. His fingers are still gripping your hair, forcing you to turn your head towards him.

“You know, you’re right, who needs a contract?” he said, “I can do whatever the hell I want with you, and what are you going to do about it?”

Your voice cracked as you attempted to speak, but he didn’t pay any attention to what you were trying to say. He could feel his systems overloading with the amount of rage he was feeling, shouting over you.

“I hope you like the view from up here, because you’re staying here for the rest of your miserable eternal exist. You can work and live here 24/7,” he said, “Anything else we should change in the arrangement? You didn’t like the idea of fucking me once a week? Fine by me. Why not once a day? Twice a day? Every hour? Would you like that better? Huh? Answer me!”

As he finished speaking, he finally heard what you were saying, “-m sorry! I’m sorry, please, stop!

As he heard your pleading, he felt himself being brought back down to earth. While his rage was still present, your begging brought him back to reality, and it was finally registering how upset you were. Hysterical. Terrified. You were sobbing, more afraid of him than he had ever seen you, even on the worst days of your fighting.

“D-d-don’t hurt me. I’m s-sorry, I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!”

He released your hair with a rapid exhale, and you automatically moved your head away from him, arms shielding your face. Shaking, it was sinking in just emotionally distraught you were, as well as the damage he had done to the couch. He hadn’t even noticed he had been digging his claws into the polyester, a row of gnashes beside your head. The situation was completely getting out of control. He pushed himself off of you and turned away. He didn’t even say anything, just left the room and went through the wires to his office. His head was overheating, and he was going to crash at this rate if he didn’t calm down.

Damn it! He hated how out of control you made him feel. It was pathetic. There was only one other person he could think of that made him get near as frustrated as he was feeling with you at the moment. He wasn’t the kind to act out, and here he was acting almost as ridiculous as his business partner did. The only saving grace was that Vox at least tried to keep his infatuation as quiet and private as possible.

It was more than his emotional irregularity though. The fact that he felt this way at all about you was humiliating. Affection, fondness, it was a weakness, and he knew it. Valentino got away with just having simple lust and taking what he wanted, but genuine affection demanded gentleness and tenderness. It was beyond him just not being able to do as he pleased with you, he didn’t want to. He wanted you to come to him willingly. It was the thing holding him back from just hypnotizing you into his arms or using a “love” potion, and now he had probably set any progress towards your affection back significantly.

He rubbed his forehead, which was starting to cool down a little. What was going on up there? He was going to end up doing something rash, something he regretted, if he didn’t get things under control and under control fast. Something needed to be done, but he didn’t know what. Nothing had gone how he had wanted it to. He would need to rethink his approach.

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You spent a long time shaking on the couch, arms and blanket wrapped around you, crying. You were an idiot. Clearly your brain was turning to mush just sitting around the house all day. Did you actually think you’d be able to get away with speaking like that to an Overlord of Hell?

There had to be a way out of this place. Had to. But the more you thought about it, the more impossible it felt. Even if you did manage to get out of the building in one piece, Vox had this entire city under constant watch. Every corner of Pentagram City was crawling with his tech and media. It would take minutes if not seconds for him to find you and bring you back by force. At this point, maybe you should just sign a contract with the douchebag. Surely, he’d get bored of you eventually, right? Maybe if you got lucky he’d even get killed off one of these days in an extermination, and you’d be off the hook completely.

But how long would that take? Decades? A century or two? What if he never tired of you? Eternal death or not, you didn’t want to spend that much time living and sleeping with some psycho you hated. No. That wasn’t an option. You weren’t going to do that. But what then? You had thought he was going to literally rip your head off just a few minutes ago for telling him no. You were pretty sure things weren’t going to get less volatile around here if you kept rejecting him.

You wiped at your tear soaked face with a tissue and tossed it across the room. It’s light material just sent it floating to the ground though. It looked as pathetic as you felt.

“Damn it,” you cursed, smashing your head into a throw pillow and lying back down, “I hate this fucking place.”

#yandere x reader #vox #vox x reader #yandere vox #yandere hazbin hotel #Eh I can't believe I wrote this and actually published it for people to read.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ christmas cookies ] j. hughes

day three of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) and Jack make a bit of a mess in the kitchen when they bake Christmas cookies since they’re both home because of the snow

warning(s) : some sexual content and language, implied sex. mainly fluffy tho :)

author’s note : i KNOW this is very late according to the schedule i put out but it was my birthday weekend so i didn’t have much down time to write or post anything. i think day four is coming at some point during the day tomorrow so keep an eye out for that

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"Jack!" (Y/N) yells as she runs back into the bedroom. "Jack. Baby, it's snowing and I don't have to go to work." She happily jumps on her side of the bed and crawls up to her sleeping boyfriend. Jack lets out a groan when she lays herself on top of him. She's like a happy puppy.

Jack mumbles an "it's early" and doesn't open his eyes.

She frowns and sits up on his waist. "It's snowing," she tries again. "I think you promised me that you would bake cookies with me next time it snowed since we would both be home all day." When Jack doesn't move, she begins to jump up and down on her knees like she's riding him. "Jack Hughes, get your cute ass out of bed and make cookies with me!"

His hands fly to her waist and stops her. "(Y/N)," he slurs. "Keep doing that and I will not make cookies with you. I will be making babies with you."

"Sounds good to me either way," she teases. That gets Jack to open one of his eyes. (Y/N) smiles. "Tell you what. If you make cookies with me then we can come back to bed and we can do whatever you want to me. I can still walk so obviously we didn't do enough last night."

Jack to flies out of bed butt ass naked from the previous night. (Y/N) laughs and watches him put on a pair of sweatpants and one of his Devils t-shirts before practically sprinting to the kitchen. She follows him in one of his larger Devils t-shirts that has his number on the chest and a pair of tiny shorts underneath.

The messy hair while Jack runs around their kitchen to grab what he considered cookie ingredients. "Baby, you can barely cook broccoli," she comments as she walks toward him. "I don't think you know how to bake cookies."

Jack's head snaps up. "Hey, I'm still learning," he snaps. "Get over here and help me get cookie stuff together."

She laughs and helps him out. She pulls out bowls, spoons, and the baking pan that will need to be used to actually bake the cookies.

The kitchen island is filled with different dry and wet ingredients and utensils that will need to be used to make the cookies without making a complete mess out of their kitchen.

Honestly, the kitchen will still probably end up being a mess because that's the way the two of them work. They're a messy couple and all of their friends know it. It's why their friends refuse to make food with them. Something always happens and food ends up everywhere.

(Y/N) pulls a chocolate chip cookie recipe up on her phone while Jack puts on some music so it's not dead silent while they're baking. He settles on Christmas music since it is technically Christmas Eve. She smiles to herself.

Jack comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist while she's leaning over the counter. She can feel his semi press against the top of her thigh right under her ass. "Jack, behave," she warns him. He definitely didn't take the warning seriously since she's smiling at how needy he is.

His love language is definitely physical touch, and she loves it.

The first step in baking cookies is mixing the dry ingredients together before incorporating the wet ingredients. In the biggest bowl, (Y/N) lets Jack measure and put in the flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. She works on the butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar in a mixing bowl.

While she begins to mix the eggs and vanilla in with the creamed butter and sugars, a white powder hits her in the face. She blinks until her eyes are clear and hears Jack laugh at her side.

"You're an ass," she tells him as she wipes the flour away from her eyes. Jack is leaning back against the counter as he laughs. "I didn't want to make a mess, Jack.

"You were an easy target," he tells her with a smile. "I couldn't help myself."

She blinks at him before she grabs a handful of flour and throws it in Jack's face. He coughs and wipes his own eyes. "That was deserved."

Jack looks at her. The white powder is all over his face and in his hair. She smiles, proud of her retaliation. She barely has time to react before Jack throws another handful of flour at her. He barely misses her face and she throws another handful at him.

They're both laughing and running around the kitchen throwing flour at each other. Jack catches her in his arms and she squeals.

He picks her up by her waist and spins her around until her waist is pressed against the counter. They're both covered in a layer of flour but she smiles up at him. Jack brushes some of the flour out of her hair and off her face.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he softly says.

His little name for her makes her heart jump in her chest. Her eyes meet his and she surges up to press her flour covered lips to his. Jack immediately kisses her back and presses her waist against the counter.

Her fingers are gripping his t-shirt. Her pinkies touch the skin on his waist and a jolt of electricity goes down to her core.

One kiss and she’s aching for him.

(Y/N) is the one to break the kiss and Jack chases her lips.

“Can we please put these together and in the oven so we can go shower?” (Y/N) asks when she pulls back from the kiss. She suddenly wants to get these cookies made so she can get back in bed with her boyfriend.

It’s insane that all Jack said was ‘there’s my pretty girl’ and she’s weak at the knees for him and kissing him while they’re both covered in flour.

Jack nods and they rush to finish making the dough so they can put the cookies in the oven. Jack starts doing the dishes while (Y/N) puts the baking sheet in the oven with the balls of dough on it.

As soon as the timer is set, she grabs his hand and they walk to their bathroom. “I was cleaning the dishes,” Jack protests.

“And now you’re going to clean yourself,” she retorts.

(Y/N) closes the bathroom door behind them. Jack’s eyes are on her as she turns the shower on.

She turns around to face her flour covered boyfriend. “Are you going to get naked or are you going to stand there and look pretty?” she asks.

“Oh I am so going to keep making messes in the kitchen if it means getting to shower with you,” he comments as he begins to undress. “You’re going to keep your promise and let me do what I want, right?”

“As soon as the cookies are done.”

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yourusername someone decided to make a mess in the kitchen then distract me so we had to remake the cookies since they got burnt

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trevorzegras can’t trust a hughes in the kitchen

yourusername fr

lhughes_06 so rude trevor

_quinnhughes i hope the cookies were good

jackhughes eh. the chocolate chip ones were probably better

yourusername the world may never know

jackhughes not my fault you look so damn fine baking cookies. even when you were fully clothed, i was distracted

nicohischier jack calm DOWN

lhughes_06 that’s disgusting bro

jackhughes LOOK AWAY LUKE. NOT FOR CHILDREN’S EYES

dawson1417 lmaoooo

yourusername can you stop traumatizing your brother

colecaufield damn he hit you with the flour huh

tysmith_06 can he cook broccoli yet ?

yourusername nope

jackhughes what the fuck

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Hello!!! May I please have some kid angst with a fem s/o where you’re getting tired of him being mean and rude to you. Usually you guys get into big blowup fights but this time instead of shouting you were just sad and quiet and you walked away from him? Maybe with some fluff at the end where he tries being sweet and makes it up to you?

Eustass Kid: You love him. You really do. But you are exhausted. You are well aware of Kid’s temper, better than anyone. The only one that understands your frustration, to a point, was Killer. It seems like the two of you were fighting more than you weren’t and you felt your spark start to dim down with each night that ended with screams. You know your fiery personality is one of the reasons why Kid loves you but you find yourself wondering if the fighting ever drains him like it was starting to on you. Today, you reach your limit.

As you lay on the giant bed, you think back to earlier. 

Heat had asked you to take Kid’s jacket to him as he accidentally mixed up the ship’s laundry and was still in the midst of fixing it. You agreed if only to make Heat’s life easier. You were not looking forward to seeing your lover for once, having the tension from last night’s fight still heavy on your shoulders. Still, you took the jacket and folded it until you could carry it comfortably in your arms. You immediately recognized the furrowed eyebrows of your love when he turned the corner and he was already scowling at you. You silently stared up at him as he stalked up, shoulders tight. He snatched the jacket from your arms and shook it out as he had already started yelling. 

“Ya had it this whole time? I’ve been looking for it everywhere! Can’t ya leave my stuff alone? What’d ya even do to it anyway? Did ya try some petty shit from that argument yesterday?” He growls and searches the jacket. You see his lips still moving but it’s as if your brain refuses to process anymore. The flame inside of you didn’t even ignite at his antagonizing words. You were tired. Maybe a nap would be better. Anything would be better than standing in front of your lover berating you. That thought made you sad. But a nap sounded good. Yeah, time for a nap.

So, here you are. Laying in your shared room with a weight heavy on your chest. Has it been hurting this whole time? It has… well, that sucks, you think. Your hand moves to your chest. Your eyes are stinging now. You couldn’t remember the last time you talked with Kid and it didn’t end in an argument. Even though he was the cause of your heartache, all you crave was him. For him to help ease the pain. To speak with him like you used to. For him to wrap his arms around you in the small moment of peace in your bedroom. A sniffle escapes you and you rub at the tears that have started to fall. Your breath stutters as you try to keep the sobs at bay. 

You don’t know how long you try to muffle your cries before you hear heavy footsteps get closer. It’s when the door swings open that you pull the blanket over your head. Kid is never good with you crying and you don’t want him to see you like this. 

“Hey, why’d ya-”

He cuts himself off and you stay quiet. You half expect him to start yelling, the other half of you expects him to leave. You’re not sure which you prefer. So it is a complete surprise when the bed dips. You remain still as the blanket moves and you feel a familiar warmth get comfortable behind you. He puts his hand on your arm and tugs you, gently and his touch light on your arm. You let out a sigh and turn to face him after his silent request. Your eyes look over his furrowed eyebrows, his frown, his scars, and his eyes. There’s agitation behind the brown but something else. Something you don’t see often. His frown grows bigger as he observes your face too. He reaches his hand over and presses his thumb against your cheek, causing your eye to close at the force of him wiping a tear. 

“Ya been cryin’?” His gruff voice fills the silence. You sniffle and stare. How could he be close and yet so far? He grunts at your lack of response and moves closer, yet there is a hesitation. One wrong move from him… would it shatter you? It crosses your mind and that causes a whimper to escape your lips. His hand instinctively cups your face at the noise.

“I…I…” Your words feel stuck in your throat. What did you want? You let yourself press against his hand as another sniffle escapes. “I… I don’t want to yell anymore… I’m tired…”

His eyebrows furrow deeper as he looks over your face again. After a beat of silence, he moves to embrace you fully, forehead pressed against yours as a heavy breath leaves him. Your body slowly melts into his. Your body and heart still crave him despite how much sorrow you feel. Meeting eyes with his brown ones, you see his face contort before another breath leaves him and irritation is no longer in his eyes.

“... ‘m sorry.” 

Your eyes go wide and a blush dusts his cheeks as you stare at him owlishly.

“... Really?”

“Really, stu-” He huffs to stop himself. “Yes. ‘m sorry. Ya right. I gotta treat ya better.”

He groans and cups the back of your head to tuck it in his neck.

“Stop gawkin’.”

You feel tears burn again but you instead hug him and hide in his neck. You will have to have a talk with him when you’re not bursting at the seams. An apology is rare from him but for him to acknowledge your pain, gives you hope that you can fix it together. And when he whispers “I love ya,” words that are just as rare, you know it’s just as much as you love him.

#not proofread #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid scenarios #2 years since i got this request and i'm sorry #does this mean i'm back? probably not #but i miss writing #even though i haven't in years #i'll keep tryin #hi y'all #anonymous #op_scenarios #anon will be off for a while too #boldness and rudeness go hand in hand with anonymity #have my favorite genre of hurt/comfort #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hurt/comfort #eustass kid hurt/comfort

[owned412]

I sat there in quiet contemplation. The prayer was over and the others were all moving and whispering amongst themselves, or making their way to the door. I sat there with my eyes closed and just focused on my connection with heaven, as much as that was at least. I tried to ignore the sound of the soft feet moving around me, not to try and take a peak as they passed. I had taken the shahada to connect to god, to be a good Muslim, not to lust after my fellow brothers. Not that that was easy, the Masjid in question was a mixed population, Maghrebi, arab, and even a few persians, and all of them were really something. I had caught myself a few times glancing at the bare feet of the man in front of me in prayer, soles angled perfectly only a few feet in front of me. I always restrained myself though, no one knew of my past sexual proclivities and only a few knew I was gay at all. I had left those days behind me, the days of prostration and yearning for every little abuse from any man.

I had just managed to properly center myself a little when I heard more feet approach me, in fact get close enough I could hear his presence over me. I opened my downcast eyes and saw his foot right in my field of view. I swallowed and went to look up only to be face and face with his dick. Not really his dick, the thaub solved that problem, but where it would be. I pulled my eyes away and looked up and saw Ajmal looking down on me bemusedly.

“You don’t need to leave last every time he said,” smiling warmly and I laughed, embarrassed.

“Sorry,” I said, “just have a lot on my mind.” He rolled his eyes, in a teasing but friendly manner, and offered his hand to me, “There are other ways of clearing ones thoughts.” I took the hand and he pulled me up to my feet, and it was mostly him, right into his chest. His chest was….strong, evocatively so. I laughed again uncomfortably and took a slight step back, ignoring my dick twitching.

“Now,” He said, casually assertively, “You have the stuff to change?” I gave him a blank look and he gave me a exasperated look, “Come on Adam, you don’t remember your promise? We were gonna run together.” I shook my head and responded, “I remember you suggesting that and I said no, I’m not much of a runner.” He looked at me, again with an amused expression, and traced his right knuckles over my chest and down. The touch was not sexual, not grasping or even that assertive, but that didn’t matter. I held back a shudder and let him have his fun.

“You have a good body, but you need to work out more,” He said, removing his hand but appraising me with his intense dark eyes. Those eyes were his best attribute, more then the muscles, his tight forearms or hair. They were friendly but held the thundering potential of the roaring hurricane. Whenever he looked at me part of me just wished that he would body slam me and fuck me into submission but I always suppressed the thoughts. I would not shamelessly sexualize my brothers.

He looked me in the eyes and mockingly pleaded, “Come on Adam, I don’t wanna run alone and I bet you could keep up.” I sighed and relented, “fine Ajmal, but I don’t have my stuff,” gesturing to my own thaub and continuing, “I can’t exactly run in these.” He gave a friendly shrug and said, “Come back to my place, I got stuff that will fit ya.” The offer was a kind one, not at all sexual, so I felt like I should refuse. I was very likely one of the first gay men the masjid had dealt with and I didn’t wanna screw it up, I couldn’t be another Nazim. But I couldn’t refuse, any refusal would be would be seen an potentially the same thing. Ajmal had been good to me, been welcoming and accepting when many others hadn’t. I silently nodded and he grinned and trapped me in a headlock, I could just smell his pits.

“then lets go Adam!!” He half-called out and started walking, still dragging me a little. He let me go to grab all my things and slip my shoes on then tossed me his bag and winked at me.

“I’m driving,” he said and felt my self quiver again slightly and just took the bag. We both got in the car and started the drive to Ajmal’s place. We sat in silence and I watched the streets pass by, it was that or watch his flex around the wheel of the car. I was content to sit in silence but Ajmal broke the silence, “So have you told anyone else?” I froze slightly and he looked at him, with him returning a befuddled look.

“Wh…what?” I asked and he clarified, “You’re gay.” As he said this he maneuvered in his chair and I saw the slightest outline of a dick so I locked my eyes onto his.

“Ugh….no I haven’t.” He nodded and said, “I understand, I imagine it would be difficult. I appreciate you telling me though.” I hadn’t meant to tell him. He had cornered me on my first regular day at the masjid and had invited me to get coffee. We had talked on a few issues, politics, religion, other nonsense, and eventually he had dropped that the imam’s kid was gay. I had seen him a few times but we had never talked, he always seemed so nervous. When Ajmal had mentioned that Nazim might be kicked out of home something came over me and I confessed. Not to wishing Ajmal would choke me, but that I was gay too. Ajmal had accepted me and seemed remorseful about Nazim. Nazim later disappeared and I never heard anything about why, but I didn’t really need to.

“The reason I mention it is,” started Ajmal, “is that….someone….mentioned what happened with Nazim.” I looked at him quickly, very curious but knowing I was gonna regret it.

“don’t worry so much,” said Ajmal, “the story is more complicated then that. Apparently Nazim wasn’t just a homo, he was like a….well a fag.” I restrained the urge to protest the word but Ajmal caught on to my concern, “Sorry sorry sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. What I meant was Nazim wasn’t a normal gay guy.” He stopped and thought about his next words then continued, “Ya know, you’re gay and you find me attractive,” when I remained silent he grinned and flexed his left arm at me. I averted my eyes and he laughed, “It’s alright, I get it I’m a good looking guy.” He moved the topic along, adopting a conspiratorial tone, “Nazim didn’t just find men attractive, he wanted more. The darkest fuckin shit you ever heard. Not just, ya know, suckin dick and all that, he wanted to be choked, fuckin hit, treated bad….like a faggot ya know.” I wanted to die, Ajmal just sitting there reciting my own sexual tastes back to me, but I responded, “Yeah…that’s pretty weird.”

Ajmal cackled and said, “Yeah, I’d fuckin say so. Coming to a house of god to ogle the men, it’s fuckin gross. Apparently on of the brothers took him up on the deal. Really rode him like a bitch, in the masjid no less, and then told the imam about him. I mean I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same but still…it’s pretty fucked up.” I could only thank god for the tight underwear and loose clothes hiding my erection, being confronted by all my darkest fantasies in reality was unpleasant.

“Anyways,” mused Ajmal, “I wouldn’t worry about the other guys, you’re not here to do that gross shit. I would just relax.” I tried to do that, because he was right. I was not at the masjid to get fagged out, to get railed on the carpet and beg to be used up. That image got stuck in my head a little to long and was only released when I saw the familiar house pulling up, with another car in front. I looked at Ajmal who was also looking at the car with a strange expression.

As we pulled in, a figure exited the car and leaned against it, lighting a cigarette casually. Ajmal exited the car to meet the figure and I followed him, but letting him do all the talking.

“Raul, what are you doing here?” He asked, his expression strange. His wolf-like charm had faded and, while still having that wolfish character, was replaced with something more complicated. Raul took another drag and sauntered over. He was sexy, darker skin with curly black hair and very tight clothes. Judging by the bulge he was packin as well.

“Scott asked me to swing by,” said Raul innocently, “He was worried about what happened yesterday.” Ajmal glared at Raul and, looking at me watching them, took a deep breath, “I am fine, I crossed the line and I told I am sorry.” Raul moved in closer, his eyes appraising me in a very intimate way, “Scott's not upset, Ajmal he is worried that you are. He wanted to make sure you two were cool.”

Ajmal shook his head in annoyance and said, “I am not mad, I meant what I said before, Raul.”

Raul smiled warmly and, his eyes just fully objectifying me, said, “good, now…want me to come in. Scott doesn’t need me back for a bit. Said he was busy and I could…hang out.”

Ajmal breathed out his nose, exercising some impulse, and said, “thank You Raul but I have a guest. Maybe another time.”

Raul gave me a curious look and then shrugged, “okay Ajmal, see you later,” then eyeing me again and continuing, “have fun with your friend.” Then he turned around and tossed the mostly dead cigarette out on Ajmal’s lawn, heading back to his car. Ajmal said nothing until Raul drove off, following that car with a look of almost desire. However once the car disappeared his old jovial nature kicked in and grinned at me, “I think he liked you.” I blushed and looked at him confused.

“Raul is Scott’s…….boyfriend kind of. We got into a bit of a fight. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“I didn’t know you knew any other gay people,” I said and he laughed. “Raul’s always wanted me, and he likes it rough,” he said and turned to the house, elaborating no more. I followed him in and he immediately took off his thaub, tossing it aside onto the couch. Under it he was only wearing some underwear and I immediately looked away. He laughed and flexed, “It’s alright Adam, you can look.” I did and he was beautiful, I focused on those strong pecs so I didn’t look at his cock.

“I’ll be right back with some running clothes,” he said and trotted up the stairs. I watched him go up and spied a curious red mark across his back, like a long object had collided with his back going beneath his underwear. When he returned he tossed some running clothes at me. He was also dressed, but that didn’t say much. He wore tight little running shorts and a baggy tank-top. I hurriedly put on the clothes to not ogle him more, finding that they were as skimpy as the ones he had. Now thoroughly in it, I put on the clothes and shoes he offered me and then looked at myself in the nearby mirror, looking like a faggot trying to get fucked mid run. He stepped behind me and looked as well,

“Don’t look so uncomfortable, you look good. If I was gay I would fuck ya here and now.” He grabbed my ass and squeezed, “got a nice body friend, you should show it off.” I watched with horror as my dick grew in the tight little shorts and tried to ignore it and move away from the mirror. He held onto my shoulders, stopping me from moving, and whispered into me ear, “it’s okay to find me attractive, I think it’s funny honestly.” Thoroughly confused and trying not to arch my ass for another spank, I just sighed and said, “Lets go okay.”

The run was easy enough. That’s not to say it was physically easy, I hated running. But the running gave me something to focus on that wasn’t Ajmal. As we ran though, halfway through the mile run, it did seem to get easier though. Eventually the pain in my thighs seemed to move aside and my eyes just followed Ajmal. I was behind him and as he ran his ass would jiggle and those thick muscular thighs would tighten and release. The movement was almost…hypnotic, I just ran along with the pace of those legs and it all seemed so easy. The spell only broke when we got back to his place, allowing me to look anywhere else but those glistening muscles. He stopped by the front door, waiting for me to arrive, and he grinned as I stopped too, panting and leaning against the wall of the house.

“You’re not bad Adam, I was worried you might not keep up,” He said, giving that wolfish grin again. I couldn’t really speak, just panted and leaned. He got closer to me and continued, “wanna know how you know it was a real workout?” I nodded vaguely and his lifted his arm, revealing his pit and putting it against my face. The feeling was immediate and intense, my hips spasmed and I couldn’t hold back my moan. That shock plus the general exhaustion caused me to fall to my knees, right in front of the outline of that cock. He laughed again and then said, “that’s the other way I guess,” and he pushed that outline into my nose. I breathed in that smell and gave a protracted whimper, it was all I could do to resist licking. For a moment I saw a look in his eyes, like a predator about to close in. He then pulled off me and cackled, “sorry man, it’s just funny having a gay friend.” He then knelt and grabbed under my shoulders and picked me, planting me on my still-unbalanced feet. “lets to get a seat,” he said and unlocked the door.

I held my composure together, his masculine pheromones swirling in my brain, and followed him, falling on the couch and panting. He took off his shirt and then his shoes, placing the pair on the table in front of me. “I’m gonna go shower,” he said and made his way up the stairs. Once I heard him walk out of sight I put my hand over the raging cock and squeezed. I wasn’t sure I could take any more of his teasing without becoming another Nazim. I heard he sound of the shower turn on in some distant room and tried to relax, squeezing my desperate cock.

That was when the smell of the shoes caught my attention. I knew I shouldn’t, that it was stupid and dangerous. But the pit and cock smell seemed to swirl in my brain like a hypnotic olfactory spiral and I obeyed them. I crept off the couch, got on my hands and knees, and pushed my face into those shoes. The smell was divine, this time I didn’t resist the urge to hump the air. All this time with Ajmal I had fought the urge to break but now that he was gone I couldn’t fight it anymore. I breathed and breathed, moans escaping with each exhale. It was a moment of pure peace and then the hand came down and grabbed my neck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ajmal’s voice growled into my ear, deep and dark and angry. I panicked and tried to move but he just pushed me harder into the shoe.

“Did you think I didn’t know?” He growled, “did you think all those times you slobbered over my feet I didn’t see?” The more I fought him the more I failed and the more I breathed into his shoes. Through my fear something came over and I stopped fighting, I arched my pussy up and breathed in deep.

“You fuckin faggots come into my masjid and then pretend to to be normal,” the voice said, all tone of joviality gone.” I felt a hand push under my little shorts and probe my hole, I moaned into the shoe.

“There was something I forgot to mention faggot,” the voice said, increasing the probing of my pussy. I moaned louder, all those moans and all that desire I had hidden rolling out. “I fucked Nazim, I broke in Nazim, and I told his dad, faggot.” My desire was cut in by fear but Ajmal just pushed the finger fully into my hole and the fear just felt good.

“Nazim was a little faggot, not good enough for me,” he voice continued, “I tossed his ass on the street when I was done, but you I have another idea.” I pulled out his finger and grabbed me by the back of the hair and yanked me off the shoe. I looked at him, drunk on his pheromones, and continued, “You’re gonna be my faggot, you’re gonna do anything I want or I’ll tell everyone at the Masjid that you’re just like Nazim.” I was scared, but that didn’t matter, His eyes seemed to be bearing not just on me but into me. I remained silent and just nodded to Him and he smirked. He caressed the back of my neck, almost gently, and put two fingers to my mouth. I let them in and sucked, lovingly and obediently.

“That’s good faggot,” he crooned, “when I’m done with you, you wont just love me, you’ll need me.” With that he pushed me down onto the ground and settled on the couch, putting his arms up and relaxing like a king. I didn’t move, just stared at him with desire and fear. He gave me a disgusted look and barked a single order, “Sujud faggot!! kiss your Master’s feet faggot.” I prostrated my self and crawled to his feet, first breathing in the smell of Master’s god feet and then kissing them. It was another beautiful moment of weakness and then Master’s foot hooked under my chin, pushing me up to my hands and knees and then pressing his sole into my face.

The impact and sensory experience hit me like a truck and then Master’s voice echoed into my ears.

“Password for your phone, Faggot.” I didn’t even hesitate, methodically drooling out the 4 number combination in between the smell of Masters foot. After a moment of this Master spoke again, “Good new faggot, you have the next 3 days off, and you’ll be spending them here.” I traced my tongue up Master’s foot and groaned helplessly, lost for words.

“also faggot, 200 dollars for my standard enslavement fee, actually lets make that 250 for the initial cock and pit samples.” I felt my body convulse at the sound of getting fag-mugged by Master and managed to drone out a moaning, “Thank You Master.” the foot retracted and then kicked me in the face, causing me to crumple. When I pushed myself back up, I found Master standing over me, Cock out and upright. I gazed at him, in fear and devotion, and he said, “I will fuck you, I will beat you, I will break you, and then lock you up. By the time you leave here, I’ll have your bank account, house keys and car keys, and your fucking soul.” He then slapped me, once on the left and once on the right. I focused my bleary, cock drunk stare into those dark cold eyes and said, “Yes Master.”

#alpha master #faggot humiliation #forced faggot #arab master #the carpet #fagbreaker

[kumezyzo]

we’ve had dad!george and dad!nap,, could we get some dad!dream?

i had such a shitty day so this is my therapy.

anyway, enjoy. or dont :) m.list

bf!dream who thinks youre joking when you bring up the idea that you're pregnant. but when he realizes your not, he freezes.

"im pregnant," you say as you step into his office, standing there awkwardly. your boyfriend laughs at you, going back to scrolling on his phone. when you stay silent, he looks up at you shaking in the doorway. he studies you for a second, feeling his heart drop.

"you're joking, right?" he asked, setting his phone down. you shook your head and pleadingly looked at him. he stood up and walked over to you, tilting your chin up to look at you better.

you tried to to inhale deeply but it became shaky the longer you stood there. your boyfriend brought you in for a hug, trying to take in the news for himself.

bf!dream who does everything in his power to hide your pregnancy from the public until your ready or far enough in your pregnancy.

"you sure you want me to post it?" he asked you, laying his head on your chest and rubbing your bump. in his other hand, his phone that displayed the final step of an instagram post. the first picture was of your most recent ultrasound and the other ones of you through your pregnancy.

"yeah," you shrugged and rested your head on the fluffy hair on his head. "might as well, im almost due. its getting harder for me to hide this. just post it, baby."

bf!dream who feels it finally sink in when you find out youre having a girl. he starts thinking about how she'll be a mix of both of you and hopes that she looks more like you.

bf!dream who thinks its so cute and funny when you waddle around the house, trying to navigate the world with a child growing inside of you.

bf!dream who, unprovoked, kisses your belly and is always touching it. he likes to love on you and the baby as much as he can. he will cuddle you and make sure your as comfortable as you can be.

bf!dream who will most likely run out to get you what you're craving. if its midnight and you're restless, he'll easily get you to go back to sleep and convince you to wait until morning--when he can actually get you what you need.

bf!dream who is as calm as he can be when you go into labour. he tries to calm you down as much as possible by taking on most of the paperwork and getting everything else situated.

bf!dream who cries so much when he gets to hold your little girl for the first time. in that moment he vows to her, even if its in his mind, that he will do everything in his power to give her the best life possible.

bf!dream who loves doing skin-to-skin contact with her as much as he can in the first few weeks. and you like watching it.

bf!dream who will fall asleep with your baby in his arms in an attempt to rock her to sleep. you end up with enough pictures and videos to last a lifetime.

bf!dream who refuses to let you get up in the middle of the night to attend to your crying newborn unless he is too tired to even move.

im kinda angry rn but im not quite sure why.... maybe its cause i got a new phone and the entirety of my camera roll is way too large to transfer... or maybe its cause i interacted with some shitty people today. i also had to delete 30,000 messages of just one persons contact alone in order to transfer other stuff and it was my ex-best friend and it made me really sad to see the messages of him telling me he loved me. and i saw him again today.... so that might be it...

regardless, im not in the best mood so this isnt very long or detailed. yea, i hope you guys enjoyed or whatever. -nony

#anon #asks #dream #dream x reader #dream x reader fluff #dream fluff #dream x yn #dream x yn fluff #fluff #dream team fluff #dteam fluff #dad dream #dream x you #dream x you fluff #dream team #dteam

[2sleepy4dis]

╰┈➤ ❝ Coffee Curious ❞

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° each era, each coffee... but warnings will only brings more curiosity to the heroes.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The Chain & Modern!Link

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °Request: The scenario I had in mind was pretty much anything with a teenager Link from a modern era. Something like Modern calling his caffeinated drinks “energy potions” and not letting the others try it because he thinks it’ll kill them. (I’m mentioning this for fun, but I bet Modern Ganondorf would be really cool as a “giant teddy bear” type of guy and not understand why the other Links are refusing to be his friends)

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It all started when Wind asked if he can have a sip of caffeine at Modern who denied his request.

At first everyone thought it would make sense. Wind was still a child afterall and whatever Modern mix in it could do no good for him.

That's until the cook asked if he could learn the recipe of his fellow hero but he too was denied.

"It's harmful for you... Might kill you, even!" The teen warned which by time they all took for a joke until the he just looked at them deadpan.

And that's how most of their curiosity to the mysterious drink began.

One day, Modern forgot his thermos in the inn as he went to buy supply with Legend and Time. It was Warrior who saw it first while organizing their stuffs and brought attention to Sky and Twilight.

"So, who's gonna try it first?" asked the captain but Sky was quick to step back.

"Nope! Not without his permission!"

Twilight nodded and added "Not even a sip. He told us many times it's not good for us."

"Hey, the guys came back! It's time for—" Four, who went to notice them, halted in the hallway the moment his head turned at the trio who seemed to have been caught in the middle of the gossip but the moment he noticed the container on the desk he sighed. "You all should just totally drop it," he said.

"We didn't do anything," Warrior lifted his hands in sign of defense to which Four chuckled and shook his head.

Walking toward the table, he grabbed the thermos and walked out of the room. "C'mon, you three. It's time for dinner!"

Meanwhile, Modern was in panic not being able to find his thermos in the bag to the point he stuck his whole head into it.

"Think he can fit his whole body in it?" Hyrule whispered. The cook and the vet snickered at his words while it didn't went unheard from the teen.

Defeated, he slumped on the table.

Wind tried to cheer him up, maybe they can buy another of that called thermos while Wild suggested to use a bottle as alternative in the meanwhile.

Legend of the other hand hissed and bit his lip at the possibility that it might have got stolen. To which he refrained to tell it to not cause commotion.

When Four and the others came, his cheery mood contrasted the tension, soon desolved when he shook the container that reached Modern's ears and shot up with glossy eyes. He chugged the content of the bottle until satisfied then thanked the smith.

"You're lucky I got it in time. Some curious would have gotten their hands on it," he stated making his way to take a seat.

Modern looked at the trio who stood still. Warrior was the first to defend that they didn't even touched it then joined the others on the table.

A moment later Time came in with a group busy to talk about caffeine. Asking Modern from time to time too and the variety of it in his world.

"I'm sure there's a caffeine similar in this era? A normal coffee could be bearable and a start without those ingredients you mix in it," Wild suggested earning a nod from others.

Modern, adamant, shook his head "Seriously, I don't think what I have here is bearable enough like the ones you have."

Time isn't really a fan of coffee but he knowing himself, this topic will last long like a snow near a fire if they get a taste of it.

Time put a hand on the teen's shoulder "There's a saying that for rock-headed, experience is the teacher," he said. "If our cook here can eat rocks, what is a roasted bean gonna do to him?"

It took a while until then teen yielded. He stood up and went to the innkeeper, they then disappeared inside the kitchen and after some time Modern came back with two trays with cups for everyone and a teapot emitting vapor.

Modern took the canister of coffee in his bag and in front of them prepared the blend. A two tea spoon, mixed it then served it in a cup enough for someone to enjoy the drink.

The black drink's aroma hit their nose without even bringing it near. Some inspected the drink while some added sugar. Meanwhile, Modern prepared a cup for himself.

"I warned you," was the last word from the teen while the chain proceeded to satiate their curiosity.

The moment the chain tasted it... well... it was a one colorful reactions.

Wind was quick. He drunk and spitted with spite the coffee back in the cup. Atleast he managed to not make a mess...

Twilight and Sky slightly jumped on his spot and put down the cup and Warrior even coughed.

Time didn't have much reaction but his face wrinkled that it looked like he aged twice than he have.

Legend and Four took a one big drink, regretting their action. While the former let out a long raspy revolting sound after gulping, Four was stuck between throwing up or gulping it but luckily, or unfortunately, had enough sheer will to bring it down.

"This is fucking beyond bitter!! What the fuck is this???" Legend yelled. Tried to. His voice was too raspy to be able to talk...

Meanwhile Hyrule seems to the least affected. He just looked at the drink weirded at its taste. He was so weirded that he tested it again.

Just as much, Wild's body trembled like struck by a lightning... He inspected the drink... then chugged the remaining brew and smacked his lips. "What the fuck??" Legend again at the sight.

"Hm, I think we could use during nightshift," the cook stated. "It can keep someone awake."

Legend let out another nauseated sound at the idea.

"Or splash it at a hoard of monsters! That would knock even lynel! Does your tastebud still exist, buddy??"

"Perfectly fine! Actually, I can't deny the fact that I'm able to taste different flavors in a food!" Modern shrugged carefree, sending Legend again to curse... this time in various language.

While the others tried to recover in way they can, Time silently contemplated and stared at the black liquid.

Perhaps... that Modern's Ganondorf wasn't so bad... for he was right indeed... His words ringed in his mind:

"Please, look out for him and try to..." the man briefly paused to show him the canister of coffee "...moderate his caffeine consumption."

In this is something they can agree on.

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° tags: @hugsandchaos

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° lil note: owaaa, i written and re-written it lol. it's my first time writing a scenario... the draft is actually more longer lmao. so thanks for the request!

#🖊 ima writes #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #lu fanfic #lu time #lu twilight #lu wild #lu warrior #lu sky #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #lu wind #modern link #legend of zelda

[the25thviolence]

Not sure what style or how long this will be.  wanted it to be short.  Its connected to the last thing I wrote but slightly out of place in all its seriousness.  

When I was a kid I liked to ride my bike a lot.  Play basketball and catch (football or baseball or frisbee).  I liked driving stuff like cars and dirt bikes (I was actually really good at it immediately).  

Before I was born my family used to do like BMX racing, my dad was into drag racing (and active in it while he was alive up until I was 12 and he was not alive).  and they even spent some time with RC cars.  Like my dad would get the kid racing bmx bikes and take them to races and shit.  

When I was a kid I would get bikes for christmas, maybe one year an RC car, and one year even a gokart.  I made my own bike jumps, I made my own RC car jumps and tracks, and I was really good with a gokart immediately.  

Crappy little bike jumps I would hurt myself on constantly.  I still have the scar on my leg from when I flipped over the handle bars and lost a large chunk of skin and such against my bike as I fell to the ground.  My RC cars always broke because christmas, winter, and water mixing with electric stuff.  the gokart just disappeared because it was at the end of it all and once my dad died no one tried to help with that.  

I hated finding old bike racing trophies or pictures in my house.  Old pictures of my family doing things together.  I hate thinking about how much more I rode a bike as a kid than they did but my parents never took me to races.  

I hate that I missed out on all the things the rest of my siblings got to do because I was born so late. 

There was that one time when I was like 8 and I wanted to pitch in little league so I practiced by myself for a long time than my dad asked the coach for me but I didn’t practice from a mound so it was harder than they said no.  At least my parent helped me with that.  

I got to shoot game winning free throws in 7th grade because my mom always picked me up late so I spent and extra 30 minutes after practice shooting free throws.  So my coach picked me to shoot technical free throws because of that.  

I don’t do anything with bikes, RC cars, or cars in general anymore.  I refuse to work on my own car and make a mechanic touch it every time.  I spent a chunk of my childhood in an auto shop and I hate it now.  

I hated reading in the first grade because first grade books were boring and by the time I got to 4th grade my teacher was like wtf and accidentally made me like too good at reading in under a year.  But its all just echoes of being the last forgotten kid.  

This all is sad or at least sad to me but I have this horrible tendency to suddenly find a silver lining when everything gets stupid bad.  And after writing all this I’m just super happy the internet has been invented so kids who are horribly left alone by there family can still developed shared interests with others and learn things.  Its good that kids can grow up with something to enjoy.  

[twdbegins]

Having Sex on a Run with Rick

Rick Grimes x Fem! Reader

Request: Hay, I recently became active on your blog; And I love it so much already!? Your work for Rick? 😤 It’s damn fine! We need more for him,,I was wondering if I could get something for Rick where Reader and him are on a run and Reader feels frisky? Lust comes over the two and they make out, getting each other off? Basically they’re having a quickie on a run? Because the adrenaline is pumping if you get my gist... @positive-squid​

Warnings: Smut. Profanity. Sexual content.

Rick could tell that something was off with you.

You weren’t acting badly or mean or anything. 

But you seemed...antsy.

At first, he assumed that you were getting a little stir crazy.

Things in Alexandria had been good for a while, and mostly everyone had been sticking around trying to improve camp.

Even though Alexandria was extensive, he could understand how someone could still feel a bit caged in.

So he suggested that you accompany him on a run.

The two of you were close friends, so he didn’t see any issue with it.

He almost felt bad at how excited you got over it.

Rick figured that the group could always use more resources, so he didn’t feel as if this run was just for killing time.

You were bubbly as you slid into the passenger seat, positively stoked to be getting out for a bit.

Rick knew of a few places that needed to be scouted, so at least the two of you could get a day’s work out of this run.

It started as business as usual.

The two of you chatted as you scrounged for food or whatever else you could possibly use.

“Does Carl still need a pair of bigger boots? I think I just found a pair.”

“Sure, thanks. Do you think that Daryl would use this hairbrush?”

“Very funny.”

It was a pretty textbook run. The two of you chatted while you looked for things, throwing anything and everything even semi-useful into your backpacks.

Not to mention...it was brutally hot.

While it was a bit difficult to really ever truly know what day it was...

It was always unmistakable when summer had come back around.

The days were blistering hot and even the evenings were sticky and warm.

Sweat dripped down your back as you navigated the abandoned building that was somehow trapping more heat that you would’ve anticipated.

You had glanced over at Rick at one point to check on him, when you saw that he was having the same problem.

Sweat beaded around his forehead, some of it sliding down his face and neck.

He glistened in the daylight, his hard work being proven through his perspiration.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. 

It was the strangest feeling to be so drawn into him.

Sure, you had always found him attractive. It was hard to deny.

But you hadn’t really ever had a chance to just...look at him.

You eyed over his hands and arms as they moved stuff around.

His muscles flexed and relaxed in the most captivating way.

The veins in his hands and forearms were prevalent from both the heat and all the strenuous movement. 

His dark curls were damp with sweat, yet he still looked so clean.

Your sights diverted to his hips, watching the way his legs moved in such a calculated way.

All kinds of dirty thoughts plagued your mind.

The thought of his hands around your throat.

His fingers in your mouth,

His cock buried somewhere deep inside of you.

He looked perfect.

A little too perfect.

It didn’t take him long to catch your stare, a confused smile as a quirked brow appearing on his features.

“Something wrong?”

You snapped out of your trance, embarrassed that he had just caught you staring. 

“Nope!” You had squeaked, “All good here.”

He brushed it off, thinking you were tired from the day’s work.

It wasn’t until you were loading up the vehicle with all of your found resources that he noticed it again.

He noticed the way your eyes followed his every move.

The way you were listening extra closely when he spoke.

Something was on your mind, but he just didn’t expect that he was on your mind.

The two of you climbed into the truck, him in the driver’s seat and you in the passenger’s seat. 

But he didn’t start the truck.

Instead he looked over at you, catching your bashful gaze.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Rick asked, this time a little more determined to figure it out.

You refused to admit to him that you had been pining over him for the last hour and a half.

Deny, deny, deny.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

Rick wasn’t buying it.

He wasn’t buying that at all.

“You know, if something is bothering you, you can tell me. I don’t want you to be unhappy if it’s something I can fix.”

Oh, it was definitely something he could fix alright.

But still, there was no way that you were telling him that.

“I really am fine, Rick. Honestly.”

He still wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t want to push you.

He started the truck, thinking that he’d get through to you sooner or later.

The ride was quiet, both of you too caught up in your own thoughts to say much of anything. 

You had tried to push your dirty thoughts aside, trying your hardest to control your feelings towards him.

But the way he looked in the late afternoon sun filtering in through the windows, mixed with the way he kept throwing side glances at you...you couldn’t.

“Pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull over, please.”

Rick obliged, worried that something was wrong.

He barely even managed to get the truck in park before you crawled over the center console into his lap.

He didn’t even have time to be stunned, because your lips crashed into his before he could speak.

It surprised you, but Rick didn’t really question it.

He kissed back with the same energy, fiery and passionately desperate.

His hand came to the back of your neck, keeping you close and allowing your lips to hover over his when you pulled back for air.

He could feel the heat pooling between your legs through his pants, and he knew it wasn’t from the summer heat.

“I never knew you felt so strongly about me.” Rick had chuckled, already breathless from the heavy kissing.

He groaned when you dragged your clothed cunt over his thigh while you worked on getting his pants unbuckled.

He caught you in another kiss while you stroked his cock to an erection, his spine shuddering at the feeling of you touching him like this.

You praised yourself for deciding to wear shorts, getting them off with your free hand and with ease.

You knew you had limited space, since you weren’t too keen on doing this outside of the truck.

Not that you minded being in close quarters with Rick.

This was going to be a quick fuck. 

You knew that this was the scratch the itch and the address the tension that had been building for a while.

Rick didn’t seem to mind that.

His fingers dragged through your folds, collecting your arousal as he rubbed the pads of his fingers on your clit.

You moaned at the feeling, the waves of pleasure already beginning and he hadn’t even gotten inside of you yet.

“You were really happy to be with me, huh?” Rick teased, spitting into his hand and lubricating himself just to be sure he didn’t hurt you.

Before you could respond, your hips were lifted by his hands and he slammed you down onto his cock to the point where your hip bones touched his. 

A synchronized moan fell from your and Rick’s mouths, both of your head lulling back in ecstasy.

Rick wasn’t even moving yet and he was already stretching and filling you perfectly.

Suddenly, Rick was taking charge, which only added to your arousal.

He gave you a second to adjust to his size, letting you wriggle in his lap until you found an angle that was comfortable.

His hand tapped the side of your leg, prompting you to start moving.

You rotated between bouncing on his lap and rolling your hips, making sure that the satisfaction went both ways.

It was intoxicatingly perfect.

The way he felt stretching you and hitting every bundle of nerves possible.

The hot kisses and the heavy touches were everything you had ever dreamed of with Rick.

Your bounces were met by his thrusts, hitting your g-spot in the most flawless way.

You knew it wasn’t going to take long to get off. 

This had been building up for far too long for your climax to be drawn out.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Feel so good.” He babbled, cheeks flushed and pupils blown.

His head was reeling, and he wasn’t sure that he was totally comprehending what was happening right now.

All he knew is that he didn’t want this to be the first and only time.

His cock throbbed inside of you, his own release begging to be spilled out into you.

You felt the twitch, and that in and of itself is what caused your orgasm to break out all over you.

You came with a squeaky moan, your entire body tensing up around him as your head fell to his shoulder and your hands gripped the back of the seat.

He thrusted a couple more times before he came as well, his release spurting into you and milking his cock white as he groaned out your name.

Your bodies went limp, chests heaving with heavy breaths and post-coital sighs.

His hand rubbed up and down your back slowly, his cum leaking out of you and onto his bare thighs.

A few minutes of silence passed before you raised your head.

Your dilated eyes met his, and what you saw was pure lust and content.

Most importantly, you could see the anticipation through his eyes, all the way to his soul.

You weren’t sure why, but something in your gut told you that this wouldn’t be the last time that you fucked Rick Grimes.

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[spenciegoob]

Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours. 

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered. 

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend. 

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years. 

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving. 

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis. 

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever. 

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile. 

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary. 

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you. 

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms. 

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly. 

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move. 

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face. 

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear. 

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work. 

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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[astaroth1357]

Ok but like, what if MC's fandom starts to make ships with MC and the guys. Just think about the ship wars, the fancams, the fanarts, the absolute CHAOS when the brothers find out. It would be even worse if they start shipping MC with the undatables, one day everything is normal and the next day there are ship wars fighting over MC x Barbatos vs MC x Solomon (who are both very smug about it)

The MC's Fanclub are… Shippers?!

Perhaps… The italics blurb has been fulfilling its greater purpose all along…? Perhaps in its state of existential angst, it has in fact developed a plot of its own… An arc of introspection and self-discovery in which its own longing for purpose has forged a meaningful identity… It now has… a story…

Lucifer

As if they couldn't get any MORE frustrating…

He's not an otaku. He's not a part of ship culture. He's not even sure why anyone would care about who dates who around this school, but apparently it's a big deal to some people...

He only became aware of their interest in him and the MC's relationship through some very… subtle clues…

Like the groups that would follow them around in the hallways with their phones out.

Or the multitude of fan rumors about their relationship that Satan spams him with from time to time just to irritate him.

"MC refused hug from Luci in halls today!! Are they bout breakup??? 🥺"

"Tots got pic of kiss today!! Relationship upgrade??"

"IS ARE MC+LUCIFER SECET LVRS?!? PLEASE RESPOND"

It only got worse after he found out the MC gets shipped out a loooooot….

If he had to pick his least favorite ship, it'd be MC x Mammon. He can kind of see it with any of his other brothers (admittedly, Levi is also a little mystifying) but the idea of them ending up with Mammon makes his skin crawl...

He once found a drawing of the MC and Mammon in an… explicit position in one of the classrooms and he was so disgusted that he wouldn’t even touch it. He just set fire to the paper outright. Disgusting...

Mammon

Shipping, eh…? More money making opportunities!

Has some passing idea of what shipping is from Levi and, from what he knows of it, shippers eat cutesy couples stuff right up!! If all he's got to do to make bank is to look all couple-y around the MC then sounds like a win-win to him!

He'll happily pose for a photo or two (paid in advance) of him throwing his arm around the MC or something. Want him to hold their hand? Sure thing!

But since this is still Mammon we're talking about, the second MC actually starts getting into any of it he'll still turn into a blushy, stuttery mess...

For WEEKS the headline picture on so many of their fans' blogs was an image of him turning beet red while the MC kissed him on the cheek. (A fan really got their money's worth there... 😏)

Though he doesn’t exactly like the MC getting shipped with other people, he'll still totally sell pictures of any of them together. He almost paid off an entire credit card with the money he got from the t-shirt sales of the MC and Satan!

If he had to point to one ship he doesn't like it's either MC x Asmo or MC x Levi. His opinion, but Asmo won't treat them right and they could do waaay better than a shut-in. Like him. Ship the MC with just the Great Mammon, got it?

Leviathan

… Lowkey super active in the MC shipping community but is a self-shipper to the extreme.

Like, he never uses his real name on anything (and would probably die from embarrassment if anyone ever found out) but a lot of their fans probably know a couple of his aliases.

He does everything from mod forums, runs a couple blogs, even anonymously posts his own work of him and MC that are totally not his secret fantasy dates or AU versions of themselves, shaddup.

It’s a lot easier for him to keep his involvement secret because he’s hardly at RAD, but the few times he does show up he tries to keep an eye out for anybody prowling for pictures so he can get in a good pose and save the image later.

Mind you, his version of a “good pose” rarely gets more spicy than linking pinkies, but even then he’s still lit up a Christmas Tree throughout.

Naturally, he’s also not a big fan of any ships that aren’t just him and MC and he can find a reason to be jealous at almost anything. But he keeps a special corner of hate for MC x Mammon and MC x Diavolo. Like, the first one doesn’t even need an explanation but MC x Diavolo?? Really??? Do those two even talk?? (please, please, please make sure they never actually talk because a guy like him versus literal royalty? He’d lose MC for sure….!! 😫)

Satan

He hates to actually agree with Lucifer on something, but their fans are starting to get out of hand...

Knows what shipping is in concept, he may have done it once or twice to characters in his books, but he was kind of surprised how it could evolve into such a… group activity?

He was pretty quick to pick up that the MC’s fans had a bit more interest in them together than they did when they both were apart…

I mean, those hideous shirts that Mammon was pedaling were kind of a dead giveaway…

Considering he finds their fanclub all rather annoying, even without their bizarre interest in his love life, when they started actively meddling with him and the MC he was ready to smash some heads.

No. He will not stop for pictures. No. What things they do together is none of your business. No. He has zero interest in seeing your explicit fanart and if you don’t start running that will be the last question you ever ask.

He DOES, however, appreciate the cringy “annoy Lucifer” ammo. They could keep that up for a lifetime... 😏

He doesn’t have a least favorite ship because he doesn’t care about any of this, leave him alone. (That’s a lie, it’s MC x Lucifer. He pokes fun at Lucifer, but he can’t stand it either. Big shock, I know 🙄).

Asmodeus 

Oh he is shamelessly a part of the community, are you kidding?? 

He could practically call “Shipping the MC” one of his favorite pastimes. He’ll openly gossip with their fanclub about who they’ve been with, who they’re seeing, who’s got a chance, etc… He lives for this shit!

He’s the only person who knows that Levi is also in the community and what his aliases are (not because he told him, but because Levi’s not as subtle as he thinks he is… Who else would call themselves “SupremeRuri666” and speak mostly in outdated chat lingo?) but he doesn’t out him because he thinks his very obvious crush is kind of cute. 

Plus, Levi needs the outlet waaaay more than him…

Doesn’t stop him from constantly trolling him and getting into arguments over who the MC would be better with though (the two are “virtual nemeses” as far as Levi is concerned).

Appreciates all forms of expression that comes out of the community (especially the saucy kind 😏) and will happily feed into his own shippers without a care in the world.

Truthfully, Asmo will say that there isn’t a ship he doesn’t like but if someone mentions one that he thinks is kind of “eh,” he’ll just add himself into the mix. “Oh, you like MC x Barbatos? Well how about Asmo x MC x Barbatos? That sounds loads more interesting doesn’t it??”

Beelzebub 

Oh, Beel… Sweet, sweet Beel… Beel doesn’t even know what their club is doing…

Because Beel has a reputation of being pretty protective of MC - and against the fanclub in general - the club keeps a healthy distance… but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to sneak in some picture or make a SHITLOAD of fanwork about them.

Between classes and practice Beel is a busy guy, so sometimes he just doesn’t notice that there’s people hiding behind trees when he’s out with MC. 

Honestly, his complete ignorance of it all makes it even cuter because when he acts sweet, it’s not just for the camera. That’s the real deal.

Mammon was the one who eventually let it slip that there was even shipping happening and Beel was… kind of creeped out because isn’t this stalking? But also kind of weirdly happy(?) that MC x Beel was so popular… Very conflicted boy here.

He never actually acknowledges the community, though, and just keeps on being Beel (which still gave the fans more than enough material so all’s well that ends well?)

Beel genuinely doesn’t have a least favorite ship (because he believes the best ship is whoever makes the MC happy) but his second favorite under himself is probably MC x Belphie. They look very cute together...  😊

Belphegor 

Ride or die, Beel x MC x Belphie. 

Just kidding (kind of), Belphie isn’t into the shipping but if asked he’d be pretty okay with that one.

His campaign against the MC’s fanclub and their attention stealing ways means that he found out about their shipping thing only slightly ahead of Beel when Mammon was trying to get pictures of them napping together…

Honestly, he couldn’t care less if a bunch of weirdos were weirdly invested in their relationship, but he’s not about to let Mammon just make a quick Grimm off of it. Belphie makes sure that he gives him NOTHING to work with. 

Since Mammon is the main dealer, the shippers in both the MC fanclub and Belphie fanclub aren’t nearly as well fed and pretty desperate for anything... You best believe he plays that to his advantage (because it’s okay if he does. He’s not Mammon).

Really helps that MC x Belphie is legitimately a very cute looking couple, carried by Belphie’s cuteness alone if nothing else. Add an adorable MC and you reach levels so cute it could actually melt people into puddles of goo... They could be a registered weapon.

Least favorite MC ships are any that don’t involve him or Beel. Any others may as well just not exist, he won’t even acknowledge them. MC x Who? Yeah, that’s what he thought.

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[bloodorangesoup]

Ice Cream and Bad TV | B.B.

Request: Late night thoughts : The only porn bucky watches are the ones that come on tv at like 2 or 3 in the mornings. Imagine cuddling up with him on his living room floor, aimlessly clicking around until you stumble upon the channel & he gets flustered & shy about it & you fuck him while porn plays in the background. Like I think it’s so romantic🥺🥺 riding him while the soft glow of the tv illuminates his face. His moans & grunting blending in with the actors 😫😫

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I cannot for the life of me control myself)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ | cuddle fucking, unprotected sex(pretend ur on birth control for a sec)(still wrap it b4 your tap it), flustered Bucky, porn talk, the tiniest bit of sub!Bucky for like half a second, fluffy smut, you get the gist

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Notes: I did this in one sitting so sorry if it’s repetitive or has any mistakes. I think I have a major soft sport for flustered Bucky. I also had to think of a realistic name for a TV porn channel so bear with me. This is my first time writing smut in non-headcanon form so let me know how I did! Happy reading!

It was 2am on a Thursday night when your phone rang with your boyfriend's caller I.D. This wasn't the first time that Bucky had called you for this instance, it became a routine for you to talk him down after a nightmare and you prepared to do so when you picked up. Usually the first thing you would hear was his heavy breaths, the anxious buzz in his body making him fumble his words as he tried to focus on talking to you, so you were surprised to be met with still breathing and his typical deep, steady voice.

"Doll? You there?"

"Yeah, Buck, I'm here," you replied with a yawn, trying to sound as awake as possible. Bucky could hear the airiness of your voice and let out a sigh.

"Sorry, baby, I woke you up."

"You say that every time, I don't mind waking up for you. Besides, I don't have work tomorrow so I don't exactly need my beauty rest."

There was a pause. You could still hear static from the other side of the call but Bucky didn't say a word.

"Buck? You okay?" As if you snapped him out of a daydream, his hurried words rushed through the phone.

"Yeah yeah, sorry. I'm kind of out of it right now, I had another bad dream."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You had expected his usual answer of yes, then you would listen to his thoughts and comfort him through the horrific reality that were his nightmares.

"You said you don't have work tomorrow? Do you think you could come over right now? Actually never mind, I don't know what I'm saying, it's 2am." You could practically see Bucky shaking his head as he took back his question.

"I'll be there in twenty, James. You better have some blankets and pillows ready for me because we're taking over your couch."

Bucky let out a breath over the line, "See you soon, y/n, love you."

"Love you more," you said quickly before hanging up, not letting him get in the last 'I love you.'

~

Forty minutes later you found yourself on Bucky's lap on his living room floor. You two had abandoned the idea of the couch and chose to make a small fort with the couch as your scaffolding. There was a surprising amount of pillows and blankets surrounding the two of you, you had no idea Bucky even owned them all.

He sat with his back against the couch, your legs laid over his and your arms were around his neck, bringing his head down to your chest. He talked about his nightmare, sparing you the gruesome details, and once he was done he closed his eyes and leaned further into your chest, breathing in your scent. You gave the crown of his head a kiss and rested your head atop his. Comfortable silence washed over the two of you before you spoke up.

“You know what always makes me feel better?” you asked, lifting your head just enough to look down at him.

“What?” he mumbled into your chest. A soft smile graced your face at his cuteness.

“Ice cream and bad TV!” you announced excitedly before wiggling out of his grasp.

You did a little jog to his kitchen and reached down into the freezer to grab a small pint of ice cream you knew Bucky always kept stashed for you whenever you came around. Picking up two spoons and turning off all the lights in the apartment on your way, you quickly made your way back into the living room, lifting Bucky’s arms to situate yourself back into your position on his lap. You popped the lid of the small tub and handed it to Bucky along with a spoon. With your hands now free, you felt around in the dark for the remote and turned on the TV.

Waiting for the TV to completely turn on, you ate a spoonful of ice cream. You hummed at the taste of the cold sweetness coating your tongue. You gasped as you opened your eyes, finding Bucky scooping out some ice cream and lowering it to your mouth.

“Oh wait, let me make this cuter!” you squealed with your eyes wide.

Copying Bucky’s actions, you took a spoonful and lifted it to his lips, the both of you opening wide and feeding each other. You giggled at the cliché moment and Bucky couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how adorable you were.

You turned back to the TV, lifting the remote in your hands to change the channel to anything but the news that was already playing on the screen. As you flipped through sports recaps, music channels, infomercials, and movies that were already almost over, you sighed.

“Ugh, there’s nothing good on. Maybe if I start from the end of the list there’ll be better stuff,” you huffed.

Before Bucky could register what you said you had already typed in the biggest number you could enter and began flipping down through channels. Surfing through the empty screens, you landed on one called HotNet and suddenly the screen was completely taken over by a pair of boobs which then cut to a woman on her back and a man on top of her, rutting into her at a slow pace, while her moans echoed throughout the apartment. You quickly shuffled with the remote, trying to turn the volume down from it’s loud setting, spooked at the loud, obscene noise coming from the speaker.

“Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting that,” you laughed into Bucky’s chest, “God, I hope your neighbors didn’t hear that.”

Bucky stared at the screen with wide eyes, hoping you would change the channel before noticing that the channel was in the On Demand section. You gasped through your laugh, collecting yourself before turning back to the TV and shaking your head.

“Jeez, I didn’t even know they still had porn like this on public television.” You looked back down at the remote, clicking the Guide button. Bucky’s heart stopped as the description took over the screen, the video still playing in the top right corner. In bold letters the words On Demand titled the card. Even worse, the bottom of the screen displayed a small box containing the information,

$19.99

purchased with debit card xxxx-9758

You furrowed your brows in confusion, realization slowly softening them, before a mischievous smirk took over your face. You lifted your head to look at Bucky, his face looked down at your lap, refusing to meet your eyes. You tapped the bottom of his chin with the remote, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“Did you order TV porn, Jamie?” He could hear the teasing tone in your voice, and you only ever used that nickname when joking around, yet Bucky still felt extremely embarrassed. He felt as if he just got walked in on while touching himself. It didn’t help that it was you that saw it, he wanted to crawl in a hole and never look back.

“Ah, you’re blushing,” you squealed as you took his cheeks in your hands, “oh come on, it’s not that embarrassing Bucky.”

“Ugh, can we please pretend you didn’t just see that,” Bucky groaned, closing his eyes to escape your stare. He set down the ice cream next to him and lifted his forearm over his eyes.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself and pushing up to swing your leg under you to the other side of his lap, you straddled him.

“Hey, it’s really not that bad. I mean we’ve had sex before Buck, I think you’d rather have me find this than Sam or someone else.” He let out another groan and lowered his head to lean against your neck.

“Angel, please don’t talk about Sam while you’re on top of me and there’s porn playing on the TV.”

You laughed and ran your hands down his arms, letting one of your hands run up behind his neck and weaving your fingers into his hair. You gripped the back of his head and gently tugged him back up to face you.

“Why,” you sang, deciding to have some fun with him in his flustered state, “is this turning you on?” you whispered the last part.

Before he could respond you leaned down and kissed him. You didn’t bother to start off slow as you usually would, Bucky could taste the hunger from every parting of your lips. His hands gripped your waist, you rocked your weight forwards to rub against him. Bucky’s head clouded, his senses felt overloaded in the best way possible, your movements mixed with the sounds of the moaning coming from the TV were getting him hot. You pulled back before getting too carried away, a smile on your swollen lips.

“So, baby, tell me about it.” You said. It was Bucky’s turn to furrow his brows and he cocked his head to the side in question, mind still foggy from the feeling of you grinding on him.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” you clarified, looking at him like you just asked what his favorite color was.

“Uhm, you want to know about that stuff?” Bucky looked at you with caution, feeling out if he should listen to you or not.

“Well, yeah. I mean I don’t know how it was back then, but most people nowadays watch porn. It’s not super taboo to talk about it,” you explained. You weren’t going to force him to talk about it if he really didn’t want to, but your desire to hear what Bucky was into was strong.

He hesitated for a moment, looking in your eyes and seeing curiosity clouded with lust. He cleared his throat.

“Well, pretty much this stuff,” he gestured with his hand to the TV before putting it back on your waist, “there’s this girl on there, she kinda looks like you, so I buy the videos with her.” He closed his eyes and internally groaned at his words, he didn’t mean to come off so perverted. God, you had already found his porn, the last thing he needed was for you to be thinking he was a creep.

“Y’know that’s actually kinda sweet,” you giggled, “what do you like about those videos?”

Feeling a bit more comfortable knowing you weren’t grossed out, Bucky continued.

“I like the ones where it’s dark and slow. It’s usually quiet and there’s candles and stuff,” he explained shyly. Of all the surprises that came with dating Bucky, you had to admit finding out he was into romantic porn was one of the biggest ones.

Bucky cleared his throat again before questioning you, “Do you watch porn?” He felt almost wrong asking that. He knew that women in this age were more sexually liberated, but the words still felt sticky in his mouth.

“Oh, yeah, of course I do.” Bucky seemed surprised at how casually you answered. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking you to go on.

“Well specifically, I actually really like the videos that are like this,” you said, your head looking down at you straddling him, he followed your gaze, taking in how nice you felt on his lap. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest. Your faces were so close your noses were almost touching. You could feel his rapid heart beat under your palm and the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Do you ever watch the ones that look like this, Bucky?” He looked up at you and nodded with wide eyes, his pupils were blown and his mouth was open like he was searching for the words to respond.

You grasped his jaw in your hand, your thumb on his chin, and looked him in the eyes. You wanted nothing more than to jump his bones, but with the newfound knowledge you had, you took your time with your actions. Within the last five minutes, Bucky had revealed to you not only that he liked soft, romantic porn, but that he also watched a specific actress because she looks like you. The one goal in your head was to fulfill his fantasy the best you could at the moment.

With his head still in your hand, you held your eye contact as you let your knees move out, grinding yourself against his growing erection. He let out an involuntary whimper. That was the last straw. You pulled his face to yours, joining him in a hard, yet loving kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your chest against his, trying to get as close as possible.

Bucky’s dick was painfully hard. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of you on top of him. His body felt like it was on fire, he was insatiably horny and couldn’t control the way his hips bucked up to grind with you. He felt like a horny teenager the way his mind was filled only with images of you naked, imagining you like that on top of him like you were now.

You slipped your tongue past his lips, keeping your pace slow as you glided it across and bit at his lower lip. A moan made its way out of your mouth and into his as you felt him buck up against you.

You slid your hands down his chest, fumbling with the hem of his shirt before his arms raised, giving you access to peel it off him, throwing it up on the couch. Bucky kissed down your neck, licking over the shell of your ear, and sucking at the center of your throat. He reached down and slipped his hands under your shirt, sliding up and down your waist before gliding up and lifting your shirt over your head, discarding it with his.

Bucky wasted no time reaching around you and unclipping your bra and dragging it down your shoulders. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them with his large hands before bringing you into another tender kiss. Despite your frantic movements, there was a spark of passion cracking through the air, the both of you desperate to feel each other closer.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily and resting your forehead against his.

“I wanna make love to you, y/n, please, let me make love to you,” he groaned with a slight whine in his voice. He sounded like he was about to crack.

“Please, Bucky.”

You leaned back on your hands and lifted your hips, giving Bucky the room to pull down your shorts and panties in a few swift tugs. He quickly got up on his knees and pulled down his sweats and boxers, sitting back down and tugging them off his legs. You reached your arms forward, Bucky grabbing a hold of your wrists and pulling you back to straddle him again. You gasped at the feeling of his cock under your bare pussy, your wetness from all the grinding and kissing making you slide over him.

You leaned forwards, capturing his lips between yours and raising yourself up on your knees. Reaching under yourself, you gripped his cock, wet with your arousal, and lined him up with your cunt. Bucky gripped your hips as you sank down on him, using every ounce of self control to stop himself from rutting up into you. You stayed like that for a second, adjusting to the way he filled you. Seeing the remote lying on the floor, you grabbed it and slightly turned up the volume, only enough so that you and Bucky could hear the actress in the video being ravished by her co-star.

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you began to slowly move up and down over him, riding him just as you had told him you liked to watch. His hands moved up from your waist, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples in between his fingers. You let out a hiss as he rolled them between his fore finger and his thumb, tugging on and rubbing his thumbs over them. He reached around to grab your ass, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks and you used him to pleasure yourself.

You were a moaning mess over him and he wasn’t much different. The room was filled with the sounds of the porn playing on the TV mixed with the sounds of your own cries of pleasure. If the neighbors hadn’t been woken up by the TV, they sure were by you two.

Bucky sat back on his knees, his hands slid down to your thighs, moving your legs from under them and wrapping your legs around his back. His arms worked their way back up to wrap around your waist, bringing you ever so close. The new angle pushed him even deeper up into you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, giving you access to all the sweet, desperate sounds falling from his lips.

You were now pushing up with your feet behind him, rolling your hips over his. The new technique made your clit rub over his pelvis, the sensation making you throw your head back and let out a deep moan. He took the opportunity to continue kissing your neck, going lower with every lick and bite. He sucked at your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark in its place.

Suddenly, he was using his arms to lift you up, not pulling out of you, and laying you down on the blanket-covered floor. You instinctively locked your ankles together, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you. Bucky had his metal arm holding himself up while his flesh one squeezed your breasts, feeling them move with his thrusts. He lowered his head to your chest and licked one of your nipples, grazing his teeth over it before taking it in between his lips and sucking. Your hands flew to the back of his head, singing praises as you wove your fingers into his hair. He continued to alternate between your breasts, leaving love bites around them and sucking on their sensitive peaks.

You could feel your body buzz with anticipation, you were so close. The moans escaping your mouth were lewd and uncontrolled. Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your waist, lifting your chest flush against his.

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to kiss him. Nothing felt better than making love with Bucky felt. This was definitely not the first time you two had been intimate, but none of those previous times had ever been like this. You could feel the passion flowing through his body into yours. You looked up at his form over you, how beautiful he looked with the light of the TV screen glistening against the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was absolutely nothing in the world compared to having him, in all his beauty, to yourself like this.

Bucky’s heart was exploding in his chest. What had started out as an embarrassing, nightmare-fueled night had turned into the most intimate experience he ever had in his life. Love was already established in your relationship, but Bucky had never truly made love to you. He looked down in awe at your disheveled state, at the way your hair was sticking to your forehead, at the way the only light in the room gave you an angelic glow. He wanted nothing more than to give himself completely to you, to make you come all over him.

He leaned his forehead against yours, pushing his face forward once every few seconds to kiss you. He was close, and he wanted you to come with him. He leaned into you even more, his cheek pressed against yours, his lips next to your ear.

“I love you so much, y/n, God, you feel so good. I love you, I love you,” Bucky’s voice was deep and strained, his words being emphasized by each push into your wet pussy. You let out another loud moan.

“I love you, James,” you whined as he hit your sweet spot, “I love you so much.”

Bucky’s hand wedged itself in between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing it. You were completely overwhelmed, this is what it felt like to make love to someone. Your body began to shake and your breathing became erratic. Bucky thrusted harder, working to push you over the edge.

“I want you to come in me, Bucky,” you gasped as his thrusts got faster and lost their rhythm.

Your mouth turned open in a silent scream as you came. Bucky felt your walls clench around him, squeezing the life out of him. He let out a shaky groan as he fell over the edge. His eyes shut tight and his body tensed as he spilled into you.

Wrapping his metal arm around your back and securing your body to his, he rolled on his flesh shoulder onto his back. You went limp against him, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow down. He was still buried within you, connected to you. Letting your eyelids fall shut, you savored the feeling of being full of him and his love.

You lifted your head to kiss his jaw.

“I’m glad you called me, Bucky. I love you.”

“I am too, doll. I love you more.”

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[huntergatherercreator]

Hello :) I was wondering if I could make a not so interesting request and I hope you don't mind 😅 So, like reader has kids with mob Tom Holland and you can decide the genders and number of kids they have and stuff and how would the whole family react to one of reader's friends constantly pursuing reader's love and when reader tells them that she's married and has kids, the lil shit is like "It's all right, just divorce them'' I have a feeling no one will be taking this lightly.....

Hey! I LOVED this idea!! I did switch it up to a co-worker because that's the first thing I thought of when I read this but I can definitely see him grudgingly having to put up with a childhood friend who just won't quit trying to make the reader see how in love with them they are. I feel like I need to write that too now....

Hope you're having a great day, take care and stay safe lovey 💜💜

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Warnings: Some swearing, and super sleaze ball energy

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“It’s just drinks,” you laughed as Tom buried his face into your neck with a sigh. You focused on the mirror, touching up your hair and smoothing over your outfit. It was just drinks but it was with your new work team. You’d all only met last week and you’d suggested a night out as a team building exercise. Nothing broke the new job nerves better than alcohol and bad karaoke.

Tweaking his curls you smiled as Tom reluctantly met your gaze in the mirror.

“You say that, but you’re not the one being left with the terrible two,” he grumbled.

You turned to cup his face, laughing at his small pout and chocolate puppy dog eyes.

“Is my big bad mob boss afraid of a couple teenagers?” you teased.

“I’m not afraid of them,” he growled. “I just don’t understand them. All I get are grunts and sighs from Thomas and with Katelyn its like she speaks a different language all together.” Hands wrapping around your waist he pulled you tight against him.

“Plus, you look too stunning to be let out without a chaperone. I think I need to come with you.” His hands wandered to your backside, fingers creeping down to lift the hem of your dress. “Or, you could stay home,” he purred seductively as he gripped the bare skin of your thighs.

As much as you didn’t want to you wriggled out of his grip. “We’ll have plenty of time for that when I get home.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he winked.

A horn blared from outside and you cursed, you didn’t want to be late. Tom deftly swept you into your jacket and handed you your purse.

“Have a good time, darling,” he said as you kissed him on the cheek quickly. With an appalled huff, he reeled you in for a proper kiss, holding you captive until the taxi beeped their horn again.

“I won’t be late. Have fun,” you called over your shoulder as you hurried out the front door.

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The bar was packed already and you were struggling to find your table when a heavy hand landed on the small of your back.

“It’s Y/N right?” Relieved you found yourself staring up at one of your new co-workers. Your brain faltered for a second before finding his name.

“Max?” He smiled in a cocky overconfident way before leaning in closer.

“You can call me whatever you like, sweetheart.” You grimaced a smile, subtly inching back from him as the stench of his cologne clouded around you.

“Where’s the team table?” you asked, pointedly turning away and scanning the room again.

“It’s in the back corner.” When you moved in the direction he’d indicated he caught your arm. “The table service is pretty slow, if you want a drink we can get one from the bar.”

“I’m happy to wait. I’m going to go re-introduce myself to everyone.” Breaking out of his hold you strode to the table, the prickling feeling of being watched crawling over you until you were swept into the embrace of your favourite work friend.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I was talking about our last project and this one here,” she hooked a thumb at one of the young interns, “doesn’t believe we wrote the whole presentation ourselves after tequila shots.”

You laughed at the memory. When it came to work you took it seriously, if you didn’t you wouldn’t have been promoted to executive and leading this new team. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t know how to have some fun.

You fell into an easy conversation with them both and others of the party drifted over sporadically to shake your hand and introduce themselves a bit more.

“We’ve already met but I’ll take five minutes with you over everyone else.” A voice said at your ear. You already knew from the overpowering smell of cologne it was Max. Now it was mixed with a strong dose of rum and turned your stomach. He lounged against the table in front of you.

“Tell me, who did you have to sleep with to get this job? And is there a sign up sheet?” he winked. Your skin crawled. Tight lipped you judged whether you could justify wasting a perfectly good drink by dumping it over his head. You cast a critical eye over him. As much as he was dressed like a man of business his suit was clearly off the rack. It was too small in the shoulders and had a slight polyester sheen to it. He could pretend all he liked but he hadn’t worked on a team this high up before. If he had he’d be better dressed.

“That’s funny, I was just about to ask how much your daddy had to spent to get you on the team.” His eyes flashed dangerously then he slowly grinned.

“You’re feisty. I like that.” His gaze shamelessly travelled over you. You refused to cross your arms over your chest under his lecherous stare. You’d dealt with worse, you reminded yourself.

“I need another drink.” You told him bluntly and walked off towards the bar. You reluctantly tamped down the urge to fire him. This was outside of business hours, you’d deal with it on Monday morning you told yourself. You just had to get through the rest of the night first.

You’d just reached the bar when his hand gripped at your waist and his fetid breath washed over your neck.

“Keep running away, I like a challenge. It’ll only make it sweeter when I have you writhing under-”

Spinning you shoved him away.

“I’m happily married,” you snapped in disgust.

He only leered at you. “That’s what divorce is for, sweetheart.” Your fingers tightened on your glass as you readied to throw the contents of it at him.

“Get your sleazy hands away from my mum!” You blinked in surprise as Katelyn elbowed her way through the crowd to jab a finger in Max’s face. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, you piece of shit.”

“Katelyn.” you tried to scold her but the weight of it was lost as you laughed.

“You heard her.” Tom’s voice was dangerously low as he stalked to stand beside you. “If you so much as breath in the direction of my wife again it’ll be the last time you do anything.” A cocky smile covered Max’s face until Thomas stopped behind him and dug his hands into his shoulders.

“You heard my dad. If you have any common sense you won’t mess with us.”

Max snorted, “You think I’m scared of you? I could steal your wife any day-”

“Mr Holland, I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” The flustered manager of the bar accompanied by two security guards faltered as he took in the scene. “Is there an issue here?”

“There is, this idiot is threatening me,” Max sneered.

The manager didn’t divert his attention away from Tom for a second.

“This man’s been harassing my wife, could you escort him out Eddie?” Tom asked the closest guard.

“Sure thing, boss.”

“Boss?” Max scoffed. “What did you do? Pay them off? How pathetic.”

“I called him boss because he owns the place.” Eddie scowled, grabbing a fistful of Max’s suit jacket. Mouth gaping his beady eyes flickered between you and Tom.

“Fuck,” he swore as the pin finally dropped. You were surprised it had taken him this long to work it out. There weren’t many Holland’s in town after all.

“In case it isn’t perfectly clear, you’re fired.” you snapped. You watched him get dragged away, the crowd parting like the sea to avoid him.

“What are you all doing here?” you asked as Katelyn wrapped you in a hug from behind.

“Eddie called dad,” Thomas said, as if it was obvious.

“You had him watching me?”

“I always have someone watching you. I need to know you’re safe when I’m not with you.” Pulling you into his arms he captured your mouth, hand possessively winding around the nape of your neck as he kissed you deeply.

“Ew!” Katelyn complained just as Thomas said, “I think I’ve lost my appetite.”

Laughing you pulled back to swat playfully at them both.

“You just made sure I’m forever stuck with your dad, get used to it,” you smiled.

#mob!tom #mob!tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland

[cartierbin]

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 — “𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚏!𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚜? <𝟹”

『 pairing — changbin x reader

genre — smut , + dilf!police officer changbin + a little somnophilia + some handcuffs

word count —- 1.456k 』

notes — i really don’t have anything to say I just wanted this section to be longer looking so I kind of added this lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this though

smut under the cut !

it was one of those nights again. one of those nights where changbin was extremely horny after his long work shift and just wanted to be inside you. the both of you haven’t been catching up on your frequent bedtime banter nowadays due to your three boys needing the both of you all the time and every second of every day. but it was the middle of the night and the boys were sleeping, and unfortunately so were you.

changbin was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling, drumming his thumbs along his bare, tattooed chest trying to figure out how he was going to wake you up and convince you to have sex with him. you woke up early for work and he knew how cranky you could get if you didn’t get enough sleep. but he needed you badly and he couldn’t quite help himself anymore. he turns his head to see the shape of you underneath the blankets, your body rising and sinking slowly from your peaceful slumber. you looked so pretty and you were barely wearing anything, just some panties and one of changbin’s old t shirts which added to his erection nonetheless.

after finally deciding that he didn’t give a damn, he sprinkles fluttering kisses along the nape of your neck. most of which you couldn’t feel. not that you could if you tried, before you would even feel your last one changbin was already going in for more, making each kiss rougher than his last. he groped your body in the process whilst breathing a little heavier, growing excited from the electricity he felt from touching you. he twindled his fingers up your shirt and toyed with both of your breasts, rubbing his aching erection against your backside. he knew you weren’t awake but he needed this. he needed it badly. it was easy to tell how much he yearned for your body by how aggressive he was being. hot tongue kisses splayed across the span of your neck and shoulders, needy groans flooded the air. he gripped the meat of your thigh and watched his bulge roll against the naked cheeks of your ass, he caught his breath in entire shock wondering how something this simple could feel so good. he desperately continues rolling his hips up against you, feeling the fabric of his sweatpants deliciously rub against his throbbing cock.

he reached to the side of him and fetched the cold handcuffs from his work duffel bag. he exhaled before he executed his idea, hesitant at first. he grabbed the both of your wrists and clung them around each, locking them together behind your back. once he heard the satisfying click he went to what he came for, your full backside at his disposal. he took a minute to admire your precious body, drawing your shirt up and circling his thumbs into the dip of your back. he reached up to unclasp your bra, just wanting to see you completely bare. he applied this energy to your torso as well, rolling your panties down your ankles and tossing them to another corner of the bedroom. you laying on your tummy was always the perfect position for him, he loved the natural arch of your back and how gorgeous your body looked in this exact stance. he places his hand at the small of your back and licks his lips, squeezing two fingers in between the cheeks of your ass and directly into your pussy. you were always overflowing with your natural moisture which changbin loved, but he also loved mixing it with the moisture he gave you as well. you were extremely tight and he couldn’t fathom how hot it was, having to wedge his fingers inside of your hole. he watched closely when he sped up the pace of his thrusting fingers and felt you throbbing around them. he relished the way they looked each time he pulled them out of you, glistening with nothing but cream.

you whimpered into your pillow at the feeling that you thought was coming from your dreams. he could burst at the innocent sounds you made, sounding as though you’ve never been touched like this before. he hastened the pace just to hear you whimper harder, enjoying the gushy sounds of your pussy resounding off the bedroom walls. he waited until you were on the verge of cumming to pull them out and substitute them with his cock instead. he sluggishly stuffs himself in between your pulsating walls and groans loudly when he does it, awaking you unintentionally. your eyes were still fluttering open when he started fucking into you, unaware that you were now awake. you choked on your own breath while he quickly picks up his pace, gyrating his hips up into your pussy while you were basically stranded between the cuffs of the cold metal. It baffled him at how much he enjoyed seeing you in handcuffs and completely helpless, with no other choice but to get fucked into the mattress. your eyes grew cartoonishly large at his rough pumps and tight squeeze of your waist.

“binnie—the kids are..in the next room fuck”. each time you bellowed a word it sounded as if you were out of breath, desperately trying to gain it all back. but you absolutely couldn’t breathe with how deep changbin’s cock was buried inside of you, reaching depths that made you wringle under his touch. his dark sighs and deep grunts gave you the answer you needed. that he didn’t give a damn if the kids could hear, he was going to fuck you until you both made the sheets a sopping mess. your face falls into the cushion of the pillows trying to shield your moans from being too rowdy and obnoxious but changbin was fucking into you with a roughness that made the headboard beat the wall. he spreads the cheeks of your ass and gathers saliva between his lips, spitting a lengthy string of it atop of your folds and allowed his cock to take care of the rest. you bit mercilessly into the fabric of the pillows crying out your hardest at the slick feeling of him occupying your insides. he threw his head back and licks his lips, ignoring the creaking sounds the bed was now making because of him. “fuck baby. haven’t had this in so long”. as soon as he said that you lunged yourself back, joining in with changbin’s thrusts because yes, you wanted this just as badly as he did. the sound of your skin clapping together was the most beautiful harmony in changbin’s ears.

it encouraged him even the more, resulting in him hastily ransacking thrusts into your needy pussy. you scrunched your eyes together tightly in sheer pleasure as he kept hitting that particular spot of yours, leaving your body stuttering and shaking in prime pre-orgasm. “fuck—please ...fuck me binnie”. you plead in dispersed breaths. changbin smirks. “I thought you were worried about the kids huh? now you want me to fuck you?”. you felt your legs weaken and he was kind of glad you couldn’t see his face practically contorting at how velvety your walls had gotten around his cock. the metal of the handcuffs started to clink together and embarrassing heaves of breath left his lips. “I don’t care anymore just make me cum”. you mewl as loud as your tired lungs would let you. he grips your waist and switches up his tempo giving you slower, impactful strokes. “you want to cum? go ahead and cum down my dick so I can have a reason to get you pregnant tonight”. your vision blurred and you were babbling nonsense when that familiar fire sheathed your body with a rippling orgasm to follow. he fucked you into overstimulation and even then you couldn’t stop cumming and shaking until he was finished, splattering his seed in the deep places of your pussy that only his dick could touch.

he tongues kisses your perspired cheeks and forehead while undoing the cuffs, freeing your sore arms and finally letting them collapse on the bed with the rest of your aching body. the sheets beneath you were a wet sweaty mess. a mess that you refused to sleep on but you were too out of touch and out of breath to say so. he reaches down to rub your belly. “looks like you’ll be eating for two soon?”.

#changbin smut #seo changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines

[dourpeep]

you asked for albedo stuff yesterday and i forgot to give you some 🥲 here

-Albedo bites the ends of his pencil/pen while in deep thought

-He covers his mouth while laughing

-His hair is a huge problem to becoming messy so he usually keeps it in one style bc he sucks at styling hair

-I believe he would hyperfocus on a meal until he starts to hate it and goes onto another

-Probably sleeps on his back or stomach

-Quietly sings to himself when he's alone doing experiments

-his hands are probably soft as hell

-he probably bounces his leg when stressed

-I cant decide whether or not he's always cold or always hot (wearing his jacket everywhere but seems fine at dragonspine??)

-would break klee out of jail

-he always tries to have at least one meal with klee

WAIT SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS--

definitely a pleasant surprise nodnod always a treat to have more Albedo, thank you for the food, Chi OTL

I'll write a little about each one b/c I have no self control and I'm feeling inspired by ur headcanons so lets goooooo ehehehe

They'll be a mix between imagines and drabbles!

Enjoy the food :3c

Contains: Albedo x gn!Reader, some standalone Albedo, Klee, fluff

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- Breaking Habits -

"Albedo? You're doing it again-"

He blinks, shifting to remove the tip of his pencil from his lips, frowning when little indents come into view.

"Hm...it appears to be so."

Really, the Chief Alchemist has tried to wean himself off the habit, taking to coating the butt ends of his writing utensils with a horrid concoction of qingxin and jueyun chili, but the moment he slips into his usual daily tasks, it arises once more. The bitter spiciness is a taste that he still has not forgotten.

When his brows crease and his gaze seems to burn into the pencil, you offer a smile. With a kiss pressed to his temple, you take it from his loose grasp, setting it down on the table's surface.

A few weeks later, it dawns on him that the touch of wood to his lips evokes the memory of your gentle reminder. Without fail, he sets his pencil down in search of a sweet to busy himself with instead.

- His Laugh -

I can just imagine him with his hand lifted to cover his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips and his eyes slightly squinted. It's something that'd happen almost instantaneously--he doesn't intend to hide his smile but for some reason he can't help but do it.

An endearing habit that you've come to look for.

Regardless-

If you lower his hand and pepper him with a few little kisses, you'll get another giggle out of him before a kiss.

- Hairstyles -

Albedo only knows two ways to do hair: Klee's twin pigtails and his own half-up braid.

Over the past three years of his residency in Mond, it's become a sort of trademark. The assumption that it's just how he likes to style his hair has long since been accepted as truth--and really, he does prefer the style.

Though...

"Mr Albedo? Perhaps you should try to tie it all up instead...?"

The stray wisps of bangs that escape from the securely tied braid fall into his face and distract him from the task at hand. There's also the ever-present tickle right where the blond locks fall around his jaw. Surely, this shouldn't prove to be a problem considering he always has this style...right?

Needless to say, the smell of singed hair makes him choke and the Alchemist finds himself pulling away to tie his hair properly.

It's simple.

Or at least that's what he has been stuck repeating like a mantra as he stares at his reflection, unhappy with the way there's a strange bit of hair that refuses to stay tied. Sighing, he undoes his pony tail and tries again.

Hm.

No, now it's lopsided...certainly can't have that.

- Mealtime -

First, two little ears peek up above the surface of the counter besides him. Then, two little eyes belonging to a stuff rabbit toy followed by a red hat--

"Klee?"

The little girl stares at the fish steaks sizzling away on the pan, displeasure on her features despite the incredibly enticing smell. With unmatched resolve, she huffs.

"Big brother, Klee doesn't want fish again-"

Ah, right.

He's been in another of those moods, the particular taste and texture of the fish mingling with the salted butter, simple sauce, and lightly seasoned veggies sounding so much more appealing compared to nearly any other dish he's tried to enjoy in the past two weeks. It's without a doubt Albedo's all-time favorite dish. Perfect for someone with a small appetite and a need for something quick, filling, and nutritious.

"What would you like then?"

Ultimately (and truly, Albedo wasn't surprise), the little knight requested a serving of 'Fishy Toast'. Cutting up one of the fillets he'd fried, he laughs and shakes his head.

- Sleep Time -

When you come home, it's already dark, the streetlamps lining the cobbled road illuminating the front door as you fish out your key.

"Albedo? I'm back-"

Soft snoring punctuates the silence.

With a fond smile, you remove your shoes and make your way to the make-shift 'sleep station' set up on the couch. Sure enough, with his face shoved at an awkward angle against a pillow, Albedo lays on his stomach holding a second pillow to his chest.

As much as you'd rather not wake him (after all, he's barely gotten sleep over the past few days with how busy it's been), you kneel besides the couch to gently shake him awake.

"Bedo? Bedo, lets go to bed-"

He shoves his face further into his pillow, muttering something about waiting for results. But the silence that follows only lasts so long until he sighs and opens his bleary eyes.

"Welcome home," he mumbles, carefully shuffling best he can closer to meet your lips.

With a stretch and sigh, he sits up. Blond hair sticks up from the top of his head and to his cheek, some parts tangled despite his attempts to prevent it--your hair shouldn't tangle if you sleep on your stomach, right?

Holding back your laugh, you help him up so that the two of you can get ready to sleep.

- Singing -

Most often if not nearly each day, if you pass by the Favonius HQ's workshop, you might catch the soft sound of singing. A light sound that drifts from the partly-cracked door echoes into the empty hallway. Regardless of the traffic outside, it shows no sign of stopping, so you easily can sit right outside and listen.

It's not shy, though, even as the man's dulcet tone comes out gently, and there are days that the lyrics that slip from his tongue are of other regions.

Perhaps if you ever approach the Chief Alchemist, you might be able to convince him to sing just a short little tune. He'll oblige, though a soft dusting of pink will cover his cheeks as he does.

- Hands -

"My hands?"

Albedo watches as you tug off his gloves, head cocked to the side curiously. The moment his hands are free from their confines, you press a kiss to his palm and intertwine your fingers.

"Do you use lotion or something?"

He laughs.

"...Not that I am aware of...?"

When you squeeze his hand once, he squeezes yours back three times before bringing your joined hand to his cheek. Resting against them, his eyes close.

"Why do you ask?"

He feels you take his other hand as well, turning it over palm-side up, your fingertips tracing over the lines that adorn it's surface.

The tenderness of your touch is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

"Mmm...no reason."

- Leg Bouncing -

Whenever Albedo bounces his leg sitting at the Dragonspine workshop, a curse or two will slip out the moment his knee bangs against the wood.

Even being considered short, the table has decided to lay just low enough for him to cause minor injury to himself.

Shaking his head, he rubs at his knee to rid himself of the dull ache before continuing his observations at hand.

- His Jacket -

Wait okay but like...what if he actually has different versions of the same jacket? They look virtually the same but there's some of lighter material for warmer days, 'standard' ones for day-to-day use, and heavier ones lined with warm, soft fabric to insulate heat when he's on Dragonspine.

Same with his tights. I do know for a fact that there are tights lined with fleece that are incredibly warm and comfortable!!

- Escapees -

"You need to be very quiet, alright?"

Once more in the dark of the night, Albedo finds himself awake within the walls of the Favonius Headquarters.

Now...Klee technically wasn't grounded, so technically escorting her out of the so called 'solitary confinement' wasn't against any rule. To be fair, the room itself also wasn't really that either, judging by the child-themed decor, soft bed, books littering the floor, and the little table that sits just off to the opposite side of the room.

So! Albedo was certain that there wasn't any harm in what he was doing.

Not that he wasn't still sneaking around on his little improvised rescue mission.

He looks back to Klee, the little girl now wide awake and hanging on to his hand tightly.

When the morning comes, he sighs, crouched sitting on one of the child-sized chairs in the solitary confinement room, Klee peacefully snoozing in bed.

If only Jean wasn't pulling an all-nighter last night as well.

- Very Early Breakfasts -

Klee wakes up to the smell of sweet berry jam and chocolate in the air.

Clumsily, she slips out from under the covers with Dodoco cradled in her arms, padding along the wooden floors on her way to the kitchen.

"Big brother...?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes waiting for him to turn around.

"Oh, good morning Klee-"

"What time is it?"

That, Albedo decided, was a very good question. Especially considering that he hadn't yet gone to sleep and instead shuffled through the kitchen in the early hours of the day to make pancakes. If he had to guess--and he took a quick peek out the window despite the darkness of the early morning lending no clue--he'd say it was nearing 4am.

"Early. Go ahead and sit down, breakfast is almost ready."

The plate is presented to her with a brilliant smile, the Chief Alchemist satisfied to be able to keep his promise with her to always share a meal. But...the fluffy pancakes and freshly made whipped cream were also a source of his brightened mood.

Even though he knew he'd have no time to sleep and pack for his next Dragonspine expedition, the lack of sleep was worth seeing the sudden widening of eyes and delighted giggle from his younger sibling.

He could always take a quick nap at the base camp, anyway.

#anon asks #chifema #albedo #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact headcanons #albedo headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact drabbles #albedo my beloved #klee #albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff

[shockinglysubmissive]

Neverland or Never Cum

WARNINGS: Teasing, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Crying kink, Language, Degradation, Implied Anal Sex, Dom Reader

Nishinoya x GN!Reader

WC: 1.4k

Loud pops startle you as you walk into your boyfriend’s apartment. Your eyes follow the string tied to the door knob, leading to confetti poppers that just created a huge mess on the floor. Having only been dating for a month, you were struggling to get used to his childish habits. When he invited you over, you thought that he actually wanted to have a nice date, not pull a stupid prank.

“Dammit Yu! Can’t you fucking grow up! You are 24, acting like a 14 year old! I’m so tired of you acting like this all the time! Can’t you act like an adult every once in a while?” You raise your voice, seeing the confused look on his face.

“Why would I want to do that? Being an adult is so boring. It’s all ‘blah blah blah, taxes, I have a mortgage to pay’ That is torture. There is nothing fun about being an adult.” He crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out at you. Seeing his defiance and bratty attitude, something snapped in your mind.

Gripping his jaw, you force him to look you in the eyes. “Nothing fun? Oh my sweet, stupid, little bitch. You don’t know how wrong you are.” Slowly, his tongue slips back into his mouth, clearly interested in this new side to you.

“Huh? Like what? Name one good thing about being an adult?” His voice waivers slightly.

Enjoying the vulnerable state you have him in, you palm him through his sweatpants. Soft whimpers slip past his spit-soaked lips, not used to another person touching him.

“Ah. A virgin? Figures. Who would want to fuck someone so immature. I absolutely refuse to do such a disturbing thing. It’s almost like actually fucking a teenager.” Grinning at him, you back away, acting as if you are going to clean up the mess he had made.

“But... I am an adult. You can touch me.” He reaches for your hand, desperate to get you to come back and continue touching him. “If… If I promise that I won’t prank you all the time, will you please keep touching me?” His eyes are wide, tears already clinging to his lower lashes.

“Aww. Are you going to cry? That’s so cute. Crying just because you want me to touch you. I’ll think about it. I can’t just touch you now. You have to prove it to me.” You cross your arms and shake your head disapprovingly.

Cleaning up the mess for real this time, you leave him to his own devices. Picking up the bits of streamers left you sweating. Tossing your jacket on the couch, you take the scraps to the trash can.

Your undershirt clings to your sweaty body, and you look around for your boyfriend. He lays on his stomach on the couch, using your discarded jacket as a pillow. Assuming that he was going to take a nap, you start dismantling the string and confetti poppers.

It wasn’t until you actually started listening that you heard him. Labored breaths are joined with a faint sound of fabric rubbing together. You peak over the couch, seeing him grind pathetically against the cushion, using your jacket to muffle his noises.

“You desperate whore. Gross. You’re drooling all over my stuff.” You shake your head, seeing multiple wet patches along the fabric. The largest patch is where his teeth hold the material, but a few smaller patches appear where his tears have been falling. “Cumming on the couch. Do you have no shame?” You ask, trying to hide how attractive you found him at that moment. Drool and tears staining his face as he looks at you with eyes of pure lust.

He shakes his head and releases the jacket. “Show me what is so good about being an adult. Please. I want to learn. And to make you want to touch me.” His voice came out weak and broken, melting any former anger that you may have had for him.

“Sit up for me then, pretty boy.” You nudge him to rest his legs on the floor, freeing his throbbing cock, precum smeared all along his shaft from his attempts to make himself cum. You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, seeing how red the underside has gotten from rutting against the rough fabric of his sweats.

Inspecting him, you start to learn where he is the most reactive. Finding that he adored the feeling of you delicately touching the head of his cock. He feels hot and heavy in your hand, pulsing and twitching as you stroke up and down his full length.

“Ah I’m- oh…” His voice is high and whiny as you ease him towards his release before stopping and letting it fade away. “Don’t stop… please. I could cum if you just move your hand up to the tip. I can’t cum without you touching me there.” His lust clouded mind still hasn’t processed that was your plan. Denying him until he can’t think, getting him right to the edge until he cries for you. And just when he thinks he may die from need, you will finally keep going.

Leaning down, you clean all the precum that has dripped past the head, careful not to let your tongue touch his most sensitive spots.

Slowly, he realizes what you were doing, and he jerks his hips, trying to get any kind of contact on his cum coated tip.

“Tastes good. And hearing you cry only makes this more enjoyable for me. So be good and don’t hide your tears.” You give him a wink, moving your attention even lower. His balls were larger and heavier than you thought they would be. It made it a bit more difficult for you when you tried to take them both in your mouth. You let your drool slick them up, relishing in the way he reacted.

Being your good boy, he listened to you, letting his tears stream down his face as he sat on his hands to keep from touching himself. As you hollow your cheeks, you feel him start twitching. Letting them out of your mouth with a pop, you watch as his head falls back in frustration. His hair falls in his face as he lets out a broken sob.

“You are doing so well. Isn’t it fun doing things that only adults can do?” You quirk an eyebrow, waiting to see if he can answer you. After a few moments of no response, you cup his cheek. “Yu sweety, can you speak? Or should I stop?” You ask gently, a bit worried that you went too far. His eyes shoot open.

“Don’t stop. I think I will explode if you do.” His whole body felt as if it was on fire. The coil in his stomach feels as if it is suffocating him.

Taking mercy on his trembling form, you decide he has had enough teasing. Slowly pumping his full length, you loosen your grip when you get to the head.

“I’ll let you cum. Don’t worry.” You hadn’t noticed how much your mouth was watering at the sight of him. Hovering over the tip, you let your spit mix with his cum. Based on the way that left him whimpering, you knew he would only last a few seconds longer. Your lips wrap around him, tongue swirling and swiping his slit. His hands move to the back of your head, unsure of what to do with them.

His fingers tangle in your hair, trying to hold onto reality as you let yourself sink lower onto him. The second his tip pushes into your throat, he is cumming. Apologies fall from his lips as you pull away, his cum and your drool leaving you connected.

Swallowing what you can, you try to silence him. “You did nothing wrong. I wanted to taste your delicious cum. But you still seem pretty hard. Do you want more? You said you can’t cum without touching your tip, but I think I can make you cum buckets by using your tight little asshole.”

At your words, he feels himself become even more excited, the thought of you teaching him different ways to get off made him think that being an adult wasn’t really as bad as he thought it was.

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