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toniiswrld · 2 months

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movie date ☆ l.sh

🎀cw.making out in public, inappropriate touching. 18+ mdni

boyfriend!sohee who takes you on a movie date, but you two barely get through 30 minutes before the thought of the movie is long forgotten.

“come sit with me,” sohee touches your thigh, feeling as if there was too much distance between you two. you re adjust your seat so you could get up, leaving your purse and sweater in the seat while you switch to the chair your boyfriend was on. it was a tight fit, but it was manageable and you quickly got comfortable. he holds you close, arm wrapped around your shoulders while the other rests in his lap, munching on the candies he bought at the snack station. he feeds them to you, holding the candy up to your lips and you open your mouth for him to place it between your teeth and on your tongue.

he wishes it wasn’t so dark, because he wanted to see you. all he could see was a half of your face, your lips shiny from your lip gloss, so kissable. you were focused on the movie that was finally starting, not noticing how your boyfriend was focused on you and not the movie.

there was a couple on screen, you thought they were so cute with how they doted on each other. you let out a cute that is so us, pointing at the couple on screen and looking at your boyfriend. he smiles at you, thinking you were adorable.

“we’re cuter though” he responds, leaving a small kiss on your cheek.

“of course”

sohee shifts his body a bit, his arm that's around your shoulder pulling you closer into him. he whispers your name, and you hum in response, not wanting to be louder than necessary so you don't draw attention from anyone in the theater.

sohee had you two sitting in the back, and conveniently there wasn't anyone else in the row. to be honest, there were only about 8 other people in the theater, all spread out in the lower levels.

his free hand goes up to your chin, lifting your head and tilting it slightly so he could kiss you. it was a quick kiss, his lips leaving yours before you could fully process. he chuckled at the stunned look on your face, lips parted, as if he had just kissed the breath out of you with just one kiss.

"what was that for?" you giggle, trying you analyze his expression despite it being dark.

"you're just cute. wanted to kiss you" he shrugs, and you turn back to focus back on the movie. it only lasts a second though, because sohee is grabbing you by your chin again and pulling you in for another kiss. this time it was slow, giving you time to kiss him back before he was bringing the hand on your chin to rest on the side of your jaw, holding you in place.

his tongue slides across your bottom lip and you let him in, both of your tongues colliding. he holds you tight, pressing his face deeper into yours as he kisses you. it was desperate, and sloppy. you bite his lip, before kissing the flesh and slipping your tongue into his mouth. the hand that was on your jaw moving down to your throat, then down to your chest. he squeezes your boobs through your shirt, loving the the little gasp that leaves your lips.

your hand moves to rest on his thigh, the other moving to where his hand was groping you, keeping his hands there while you sucked on his tongue softly. your hand traveled up his thigh some more, ghosting over his growing bulge. he groans into your mouth, hand on your boob squeezing harder.

things were getting heated, and you forgot you two were in public for a moment. sohee was completely lost in you, not letting you pull away for a break, just letting you breathe heavily into his mouth in between kisses. you were almost brought back to your senses when his hand moved down past your waist and between your shut thighs, dangerously close to your core, that was undeniably soaking wet.

it was easy to become in your own world when you're with sohee, the way he makes your brain fog up whenever you two are together, especially in moments like this, when his hand is adding a delicious pressure to your core without giving you any real release, that makes you delirious. you bite his lip again, holding back a moan at the pressure. your own hand squeezing his cock through his jeans and he has to stop himself from moaning out loud.

you two were barely kissing anymore, tongue in each others mouths moving around at no real rhythm. it's when his fingers tease the hem of your pants that you come to your senses, that you two were in a movie theater, with other people around, and security cameras. you pull away from his mouth, trail of saliva connecting you two as he chases your lips.

with hooded eyes you look at him, his eyes glossed over and his lips swollen. you take your hand off his dick and use it to take his hand away from your pants, and he gives you a look that resembles a hurt dog.

"not here," you hold his hand in yours, and he nods in agreement. the both of you would rather not get in trouble with the law for attempting to fuck right now, despite how needy you were.

the two of you quickly collect yourselves as much as possible, making sure you didn't look suspicious when you left the theater and made your way to exit the building.

you two might not have watched a movie that night, but a movie was definitely made :)

may or may not be based on real events... thought it was fitting bc i feel like sohee would love super sloppy makeout sessions 🫣🤭

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temis-de-leon · 3 months

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Obey Me and Lonely MC

How I imagine the very few moments before MC was summoned to the Devildom

Gender neutral reader (please correct me If I'm wrong)

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CW: angst, panicking and body pain, nothing explicit, college student MC sharing apartment, shitty college experience, lonely MC but the sad type of lonely, they're kinda depressed. Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer welcome MC, but they're barely there

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You only had time to close the door before the floor under your feet started sinking like quicksand, bending in waves and violently shaking your body.

Everything beyond the entrance seemed completely normal: the wood was as hard as it could be and the tiles shone as they always did, yellow and cheap thanks to the faded lights in the apartment.

Still, nothing there was brighter than whatever the fuck was illuminating your body from underneath. Where exactly you weren't sure, but it came from below.

It was weird.

It was too much.

You threw your backpack away from you, your computer possibly breaking with the fall under the weight of multiple books, before rummaging through all your pockets in search of your phone.

There had to be someone you could call. Someone. Anyone.

The blood pumped in you ears and your fingers struggled to unlock the screen while you screamed your roommates' names with a trembling voice.

You were alone.

How in fucking hell could you be alone?

Maybe you were dreaming or hallucinating! Stress could do that to you, right? Exams had been hectic those days and your sleeping habits had been disastrous for weeks, often leaving you empty at best and anhedonic at worst. That had to be it! Your brain was malfunctioning due to sleep depravation and high cortisol levels, also causing a decrease in balance and a permanent state of alert.

You were unnecessaryly panicking because your body was tired. It was as simple as that.

You. Were. Fine.

So you let your knees give up, wincing a little when they hit the floor. Your coat, always your favourite, was warm as a blanket and taking it off felt like a herculean task.

Your body followed its own weight, leaning forward until your hands touched the wood and kneaded like it was some kind of weird bread dough before you fully laid down. You felt as if it was absorbing your energy, draining it completely and making you lose your vision.

You thought you saw red surrounding your siluette in a circle, but your mind was too far gone by then, too tired to process anything that catched your brain's attention.

It could've been seconds or hours until you opened your eyes again. The possibility of being days was also there, but how could you be sure?

Flesh hard under your skin and blood slow through your veins, there was nothing you could feel but pain and the faint smell of sulfur.

Was there a leakage in the building?

And since when did your apartment have such high ceilings? Made of stone with stained glass... You'd never seen them, haven't you? You'd remember if you did.

Someone was talking to you. Not any of your roommates, of that you were sure. The voice was too deep.

You sat like a spring, dizzy and too aware of your surroundings, adrenaline kicking in. It did smell like sulfur, but it was going away, letting your nose catch instead what was probably a really expensive cologne.

There were men around you, you realized, all staring at your perplexed expression with amusement, as if you were a new addition to the zoo. And they were tall. Like... tall tall.

One of them, dressed in red, spoke to you again, but your ears were clogged. You weren't intentionally ignoring him, you just couldn't hear a single shit. You could barely hear your own heartbeat.

Were you still alive?

"Hey... Ah!"

Your voice sounded like a whisper for only one second, but it was enough to pop your ears and make you scream and grab the sides of your head in anguish. Someone, not the one in red, spoke again in a tongue you didn't recognize and made the pain disappear like mist.

"... where you are?"

"Human"

"Human! Answer the prince!"

What fucking prince?

"What?" you finally asked in a creaky voice.

"Do you know where you are?"

The redhead spoke one final time. He seemed to be the nicest one, but you couldn't fully trust the tallest dude you'd ever seen who also had yellow eyes.

Not light brown. Yellow. Bright yellow.

"I don't know, man... Hell?"

You were being sarcastic, but the smile in his face told you something completely unexpected.

"You see, Lucifer? Barbatos? They seem to be aware of their surroundings!"

"I'm not sure that's the case, my Lord"

Hell.

You were in hell? Of course you were.

It did make sense once you thought about it. Come on! Floor sinking under your feet? And your dumbass believed it was due to stress! How could it be stress, dummy? Hell was the obvious answer!

Although conscious, you became too foggy to coherently answer any of their following questions. It sounded like they already knew what they wanted to hear and they were just making sure you also knew it.

Name, age, gender, nationality... Not even your rommates knew half of that, so how did they?

Maybe you were schizophrenic. How far could schizophrenia go?

"So, do you agree?"

The redhead with yellow eyes... A demon? Lord Diavolo. The Prince of Hell.

He looked at you with childish eagerness. Lucifer and Barbatos, if those were their actual names, didn't seem as happy.

Diavolo wasn't asking for your permission. If he actually wanted your permission, he would've sent you a letter or even waited for you in your own apartment like a creep. But you were already there. Asking that was just courtesy. Politeness.

You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, maintaining direct eye contact with him.

You remembered your backpack, computer surely broken and library books all wrinkled and smelly, reeking of mold. The two roommates that never came to your rescue and your inability to think of someone that would come in a second just because you needed help.

You'd be an unsolved crime. A YouTube clickbait.

That seemed better than letting college steal your money and will to live before throwing you to the wolves.

"Sure, man, why not?"

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Natasha Romanoff Does Not Get Sick

〚 Notes - I started writing this a while ago but honestly I lost motivation and I just ended up finishing it last night instead of sleeping :p enjoy :) 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Natasha Romanoff does not get sick. It’s as simple as that. She’s the Black Widow something like this wasn’t meant to effect her - only it did. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3100 〛

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Natasha Romanoff does not get sick. It’s as simple as that. Never once in the 5 years you’d been married had you seen her sick and never once in the 3 years prior to that too. Sure, she’d get the occasional headache or stomach cramps but those were mainly due to her inability to rest and take breaks when training.  

The file for her sick days at SHIELD was completely blank - just an empty folder sitting on a shelf. Hell, her only days off were the times she’d been so injured that it almost unable to walk but even she’d still insisted on coming in, it was only after you’d firmly put your foot down that she’d agreed to stay home.

It didn’t matter how many countless germs she had been exposed too; she simply just did not pick anything up. No cases of the sniffles, no upset tummies. Not even the occasional sore throat. So, you could only imagine her confusion when she woke up that Monday morning and with an uncomfortably dry feeling settling at the back of her throat. Strange.

She blinked groggily, her eyes adjusting to the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. She shifted in bed, feeling an unusual heaviness in her limbs. As she sat up, the dryness in her throat intensified, causing her to cough lightly. It was a foreign sensation; but one she just couldn't quite ignore.

Beside her, you were still snoozing away, your messy bedhead sprawling onto the pillow beneath you as you slept. Cute. Natasha smiled a little as she moved some off the hair from your eyes and pressed a soft delicate kiss to the top of your head. Her pretty darling.

Glancing over to her phone, the screen lit up revealing the time. It was almost 6:45. Alright, just enough time to shower and train, she thought to herself before tucking you up in her side of the blanket as she got out of the bed.

Oddly, the room felt colder than normal. The soft carpet beneath her feet felt different, like it was harder than usual. It made her joints feel funny as she wandered into the bathroom.

Natasha turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body, hoping it would ease the strange sensations she was experiencing. As the steam enveloped the bathroom, she stood there for a moment, allowing herself to relax under the soothing flow.

But as the water hit her skin, she realised something was wrong. The warm droplets which usually brought her much comfort now felt akin to icy pin pricks against her sensitive flesh. The widow shivered involuntarily, feeling a chill that seemed to seep deep into her bones as the small droplets continued to bash against her skin.

Not only that but her arms felt heavy? If that was even possible. As she lifted her arms to reach up for the soap, she could feel them straining and aching. Similar too how they felt after many hours of lifting and training. Whatever, it didn’t matter now. Nat finished up her shower, she shivered again as she turned off the water and stepped out the tiled floor despite the warm steam still lingering around the room.

Wrapping herself in a towel, Natasha stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. She noticed the pallor of her skin, a stark contrast to her usual vibrant complexion. Her lips were slightly chapped, and there was a faint flush on her cheeks. She reached out to touch her reflection, almost expecting it to be an illusion, but the cold sensation against her fingertips confirmed that this was real.

Her body felt sluggish, her movements slower than usual. Even the simple act of drying herself off seemed to require more effort. Once finished, Nat let out a soft sigh as she tried to brush off the strange sensations and feelings.

As she quietly crept back into the bedroom, she could see that you’d gone from being in a cuddle huddle on the bed to sprawling across the whole thing, looking rather like a starfish. Nat found herself giving a small chuckle at this but quickly winced afterwards, bringing up her hand to rub at the outside of her throat. The feeling wasn’t just uncomfortable, this time it hurt. 

It seemed to disappear though just as quickly as it came and Natasha let herself forget about it as she surveyed her wardrobe looking for something to wear. Eventually she settled on a pair of gym leggings and one of her designated work-out tee’s.

Quietly, she made her way out of the room and carefully closed the door behind her, trying not to disturb you as you slept. And she made her way down towards the communal kitchen to get her daily cup of coffee and to make her usual pre-work-out shake.

The kitchen was empty, to no-one's surprise. She was usually the only person up and active at this time of day, well, other than Tony who was usually tinkering with some form of gadgets in his lab. 

Nat grabbed her cup and began making her shake as she waked for her coffee but the usual hum of the coffee machine and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, didn't bring the same comfort they usually did. The scent seemed muted, the taste lacking its usual richness and depth. In fact, in all honesty, she could barely smell it at all.

As Natasha leant over the countertop, sipping her coffee, she couldn't help but notice how everything felt... off. The normally comforting warmth of the mug against her hands felt distant and cold. The drink tasted bitter and bland, failing to provide its usual energy boost. She pushed the mug away; the appeal of the drink being lost all together.

It was then that the Widow felt a sudden tickle in her nose, followed by an intense urge to sneeze. She scrunched up her face, trying to suppress the impending sneeze, but it was futile. A forceful sneeze erupted from her, catching her by surprise. It was followed by another, and then another… and the another.

“God, what is wrong with me today.” Nat mumbled to herself as she reached across the counter to tear roll a piece of kitchen roll, intending to blow her nose to get rid of whatever had tickled her so much. Much to her annoyance though, the action didn’t provide much relief and instead only served to make the edges of her poor nose feel like they had just been scrubbed with rough sandpaper. Ugh.

Whatever it wasn’t like she could fix it, maybe she just needed to sweat it out for a bit. Work up her heart rate and clear her head. So, she abandoned the kitchen and set out for the gym.

However, with every step she took, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her normally agile and graceful movements felt sluggish and heavy. It was as if her body was protesting against the physical exertion, she was subjecting it to.

She reached the gym and glanced around at the familiar equipment and training area. The sight that usually filled her with motivation and excitement now seemed daunting. She sighed heavily and decided to start with some light stretching to warm up her aching muscles. But as she reached down to touch her toes, a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to stumble and catch herself on the nearest exercise machine.

“Shit.” She paused to gather herself, she swallowed and was unable to ignore the scraping feeling that had followed immediately after. Nat coughed thickly; the raspy sound muffled slightly by the back of her wrist as leaned against the exercise machine for support.

She should’ve stopped there but in her true, stubborn fashion, Nat forced herself to push through the discomfort and continued with her training routine, determined not to let whatever this was slow her down. She started with some light cardio, stepping onto the treadmill and setting a moderate pace. But with every stride, her legs felt heavier - like somebody had attached a heaving weight to her ankles - and her rasping breaths grew shallower and shallower until it felt like she could no

longer breath at all.

Thick beads of sweat formed on her forehead and Natasha could feel her body temperature rising. But this was different, it was not the subtle heat coming from over worked muscles, this was something else. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, only to realise her palm was clammy and hot against her own skin.

But she refused to give in. An irresponsible move at the time but it was the only thought she thought to do. She increased the intensity of her workout, thinking that pushing harder would somehow make her feel better - oh, how wrong she would turn out to be. Nat dragged herself from the treadmill and over to the weightlifting area, grabbing dumbbells that felt immensely heavier than usual. The strain on her arms felt horrible but still, she continued to ignore it.

As she attempted a bicep curl, her trembling arm faltered, and the weight slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the floor. Natasha's heart sank as frustration mixed with exhaustion. She had never felt so weak, so vulnerable. Tears welled up in her eyes, a combination of physical pain and emotional frustration.

Just as she was about to push herself for one more rep, a wave of nausea crashed over her as she began coughing uncontrollably. Reality finally hit her when black spots crowded her vision. The light above seemed to flicker rapidly, twisting and convulsing in sharp rays as the room span around her. She couldn't ignore the fact that something was seriously wrong with her now. She’d had pushed herself way past the breaking point, and her body had finally rebelled.

Her tired body convulsed with a sudden sneeze, her entire frame jolting forward. The force of it surprised her, causing her to stumble and clutch onto the weight rack for support. Her nose tickled with an intense sensation, and before she could even react, another sneeze erupted from deep within her.

It was a violent, explosive sneeze that wracked her body, sending sharp jolts of pain through her chest and abdomen. The sneezes came in quick succession, each one more powerful than the last, leaving Natasha feeling drained and dizzy. She brought her hand to her nose, which was now red and raw from the constant rubbing and wiping.

“Oh fuck…” Now Nat knew this was sickness - she wasn’t an idiot. She’s seen girls from the red-room get ill and be dragged off to God know’s where only to return as empty, broken shells. That’s if they ever returned at all. But how could this be. She was the Black Widow. A merciless killer. Natasha Romanoff does not get sick.

Yet here she was.

Finally giving in, Nat mustered all her strength to stand up, intending to leave the gym and find solace in the comfort of her own bed. But as she took a step forward, her legs wobbled beneath her, unable to support her weight. With a sigh of resignation, she lowered herself back down, sprawling on the cool floor.

Lying there, the cold, lonely tiles provided some relief to her feverish body. The gym around her faded into the background as she closed her eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control over her deteriorating condition. The room continued to spin and warp around her, and she felt the sweat-soaked fabric of her workout clothes cling uncomfortably to her blazing skin.

Her feverish mind raced with thoughts of the consequences of her reckless behaviour. She had pushed herself too hard, ignoring the signs of fatigue and pain until her body had reached its breaking point. The Black Widow had always prided herself on her physical prowess and resilience, but now she found herself helpless and vulnerable.

Each breath she took felt like a struggle, her chest constricting with each inhalation. Coughs continued to wrack her body, the violent spasms sending jolts of pain through her weakened frame. The sound of her coughs echoed in the empty gym, a harsh reminder of her own mortality.

A sense of frustration and anger surged within Natasha. She was used to being in control, to relying on her strength and skill to overcome any obstacle. But now, she was at the mercy of a relentless illness that she couldn't simply fight or defeat. It was a humbling experience, one that forced her to confront her own limitations. 

All she wanted was you. She craved your comforting touch; the soft alluring sound of your voice was all she’s need. But it felt as if you were so far away, a place she’d never be able to reach, not here from the tiled floor anyway. Maybe she could just close her eyes for a moment to regather herself. Then she’d pull herself up and come back and fall into your loving hold. That was the plan.

But as Natasha's eyes fluttered shut, her body succumbed to the overwhelming exhaustion that had been building within her. Sleep enveloped her like a heavy blanket, pulling her deeper into its embrace. The gym and its surroundings faded away, replaced by a dreamscape where she could find solace and healing.

In her dreams, Natasha found herself in a serene garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the soothing sounds of a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and pain that had consumed her waking hours. She felt a sense of peace and tranquillity wash over her, easing the tension in her body and mind.

As she wandered through the garden, she came across a small pond shimmering with crystal-clear water. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she knelt down beside it, dipping her fingers into the cool liquid. The sensation brought a momentary relief from her fevered state, soothing the heat radiating from her skin.

In her dream, time seemed to stand still, allowing her to bask in this tranquil oasis. She closed her eyes and focused on the rhythmic sound of her own breath, allowing it to guide her into a state of deep relaxation. The weight of her illness seemed to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and strength.

In this dream state, Natasha felt a familiar presence drawing near. She turned her head, her heart skipping a beat as she saw you standing there, your eyes filled with concern and love. You reached out a hand, and without hesitation, she reached for it, intertwining her fingers with yours as hoards of blood red butterflies suddenly seemed to appear from nowhere and everywhere, the crashing sound of their rapidly fluttering winds was almost overpowering as she clutched your hand desperately

But then something else came, the butterflies thunderous flapped quietened down and the touch of your hand had sent a wave of warmth surging through Natasha's body, as if your very presence had the power to heal her. She leaned into you, seeking the comfort and support she had longed for. Your voice, soft and soothing, whispered words of reassurance and love into her ear.

It wasn’t until she stirred, feeling a deep cooling sensation dabbing over her face that she realised you weren’t in her dream talking to her. You were sat over her, an anxious expression of worry plastered across your face as you pressed a wet washcloth to her face.

“Y/N?” She croaked out, her voice barely louder than a whisper. It took Nat a few moments to register that she was no longer laying on the cool floor of the gym but the soft welcoming embrace of her mattress.

Nat’s brows furrowed as she tried to recall the events leading up to this moment. The dream still lingered in her mind, the garden and the pond, the butterflies and your comforting presence. But now, reality had taken hold, and she found herself grateful to be in the familiar comfort of her own bed, with you by her side.

"You’ve burning up with the flu sweetheart, why on earth did you go and train like this," You sighed softly, pressing the cool cloth against her forehead as you tried hard to keep the lecturing tone out of your voice. There was definitely going to be a discussion about her reckless at some point or another but right now taking care of her took priority.

"How did I even get here?" Your wife asked weakly, only having the energy turning her head away before setting off into a series of thick, raspy coughing.

"You passed out in the gym," You explained gently, your hand coming to trace soothing circles on her back. "I found you and carried you back to your room. You've been out for a few hours now.

Natasha nodded weakly, her throat raw and dry from the coughing. She felt a mix of gratitude and guilt, grateful that you had found her and taken care of her, but guilty for putting yourself in a position where you had to worry about her well-being.

"I'm sorry," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to worry you."

You leaned in closer, your voice filled with concern. "It's okay, Nat. I'm just glad you're back and that I could take care of you. You don't have to apologise. I'm here for you."

Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes, her fevered state making her emotions feel raw and overwhelming. 

She reached out and grasped your hand, holding it tightly as a mixture of gratitude, love, and vulnerability washed over her.

"I needed you," she admitted softly, her voice filled with a mix of longing and exhaustion. "I thought about you when I was lying there on the gym floor. I wanted your touch, your voice. I wanted to feel safe in your arms."

You squeezed her hand gently, your touch grounding her and providing the comfort she craved. "I'm right here, Nat. I'm not going anywhere, just let me take care of you."

With your reassurance, Natasha allowed herself to surrender to your care. She closed her eyes, letting the weight of her illness and the fatigue pull her back into a deep slumber. 

This time, she didn't dream of gardens or butterflies. Instead, she dreamed of your presence, the sound of your voice, and the feeling of your love surrounding her, offering her everything she could ever need.

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ladamedusoif · 3 months

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Long Distance - Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit; 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2000

Warnings: SMUT; Established relationship; Reader lives in Europe; No physical description of Reader; Older!Marcus; Marcus with a PhD; FaceTime sex; masturbation (F and M); oral sex (F receiving); unprotected but safe PiV sex; dirty talk; come (cum) play

Summary: Happily settled with you on the other side of the Atlantic and now working primarily in consultancy, Dr Marcus Pike sometimes finds himself travelling back to the US for work. But there’s always video calling, right?

A/N: I got...carried away. Ahem. I'm not really using taglists any more so follow my writing blog @ladameecrit and turn on notifications. Thank you @agentjackdaniels for previewing this smutty little story.

You never really sleep easy when he’s not here. Strange, after all those years on your own, comfortably splayed out across your large mattress. A year of sharing a bed with Marcus, though, and you feel unsettled without him.

The display on your sunrise alarm clock reads 1.30am when your phone lights up with a message.

You still awake? x

Your fingertips tap out a swift response.

Very much so. x

You settle yourself and your phone as the call comes through. A moment of connection, and there he is: Marcus. Your Marcus, looking so very distinguished with his wavy, silver-streaked hair, warm eyes, and mischievous, boyish smile. He breaks into a wide grin as you appear on the screen.

“There you are, baby.”

"Here I am, love. How are you doing?” You cast a glimpse over the schlubby old FBI t-shirt he sometimes wears lounging around the house. “Are you in bed already?”

Marcus groans and rolls his eyes. “Yup, pretty much. I’m so tired, the clients all want to start at the crack of dawn. Why are they all so obsessed with breakfast meetings here?”

You chuckle. “Sweet man, you’ve become Europeanised.”

"I mean, you do have the better coffee.” He props himself up, resting his chin on his hand. “I miss you so fucking much. It’s only been three days and I’m going crazy.”

"I miss you, too. But what is it - tonight, and then two more nights? And then you’re all mine again.”

Marcus’s chocolate-brown eyes soften as he smiles softly, taking you in. “God, I can’t wait. Fuck, you look so good. Is that the, uh… that nightdress?”

You preen a little for the camera, innocently moving your body ever so slightly. You’re confident that he’s now got an even clearer picture of your tits, nestled in the burgundy lace of your - and his - favourite strappy chemise.

“This old thing?”

He shakes his head and bites his lower lip, grinning. “You are a tease. You know exactly what you’re doing.”

"And what am I doing, Dr Pike? Use all that agent training, tell me. Decipher me.”

He licks his lips. “You’re showing off your beautiful tits, knowing perfectly well I can’t stand not being able to touch them right now.”

You keep eye contact but trail a finger along the soft line of your cleavage, slipping it under the lace to flick gently over your nipple. All the way across the Atlantic, Marcus groans on his DC hotel room bed.

"Oh, I see. You liked that, hmmm?”

He nods. “You know I liked it, baby. Fuck, you are gorgeous, you know? Just…perfect.”

You notice his right arm moving a little, working at something off-screen.

“Are you hard, darling? Are you touching your cock?”

"Mmmm. Yeah, just - just through my shorts.” His gaze flits from your tits to your eyes and back, his breath a little laboured. “You turn me on so much, feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Will you jerk off for me, Marcus? Let me see how hard I make you. Please.” With a flutter of your eyelids you slip down the spaghetti straps of your chemise to reveal your breasts, nipples hard and soft flesh spilling over the lace cups.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes. Hold on -“ He reaches for his phone and angles it just so, so you can see him tugging down the dark grey sweat shorts and his hard, thick cock springing free against his tummy. He wraps his right hand around it, gently pulling back the foreskin to reveal the head already weeping with pre-come.

Now it’s your turn to whine as your pussy clenches around nothing, reacting to the sight of his cock ready and waiting and so far away. Marcus grins as he continues to stroke himself.

"Think you need to play with your pussy, too.”

You nod and slip a hand between your legs, gathering some of your growing wetness and displaying it to him on your fingers. “See how much I miss you, love?”

He speeds up a little, fucking into his fist and never taking his eyes off you. “Fuck, I wish my mouth was on that pretty little cunt of yours. Wish I was eating you out right now, baby.”

"And I wish I had your gorgeous, hard cock in my mouth, darling.” You start to rub harder, insistent circles over your swollen clit and moan as you listen to the sound of your boyfriend jerking off.

He moans and closes his eyes. “Talk to me. Tell me, what would you do?”

“I’d use my tongue - lick the shaft, first, the way you like it.” The sound of your wetness is lewd and arousing. “Then - oh, fuck - take you into my mouth, suck the head, stroke you with my hand…”

Marcus pauses to spit into his hand, a poor substitute for the lubrication offered by your slick. “Keep going. Keep fucking going, love.”

“Fuck, I wish I had that gorgeous cock inside me.” You slip a finger inside your pussy and whine at the sensation as you press on the sensitive spot he knows exactly how to work. “M’finger is nothing, need you.”

Marcus pants as he continues to stroke his cock, and pulls up his t-shirt to expose his belly. He’s getting close. “Wish I was fucking you, too. Feeling - oh, fuck - all of you on my cock, pulling out and…” He screws up his face and groans and your cunt aches for him. “Fuck, I want to come on your tits.”

Your free hand finds your breast as you continue to rut against your hand, fingers pinching the nipple and massaging the flesh. It’s your Marcus. He deserves a show, and you’re only too happy to deliver. He grunts and groans, never taking his eyes off you.

“I’m really close, Marcus.” Your hips buck upward as you near your peak. “I’m gonna come for you - fuck, gonna -“

He strokes himself furiously, desperately, as he watches you reach orgasm - and talks you through it.

"Jesus, look at you. Coming on your own hand - oh, fuck - getting yourself off for me. Good girl. Good - fuck, gonna come - fucking good girl.”

He comes hard, angling his cock so that the white, viscous come hits his bare tummy. Your cunt still aches for him.

“I wish I was there to clean you up, Marcus.”

He chuckles and lies back on the pillows, curls damp with sweat and a huge smile on his face. He grabs his phone so you can see him. “Right back at you. Bet you’re so wet now, huh?”

“Soaked.”

“Fuck. Hope you’re ready for when I come home, baby.”

In the early morning, your sleeping form rests peacefully in your large bed, an arm cuddling a pillow to your torso for comfort. When you’d set your alarm the night before, you reminded yourself that you just had two more nights before he was home again.

Two more nights. Two more sleeps. And then: him. Him. Only him.

A shifting weight on the mattress stirs you, still halfway between waking and slumber. In the hazy half-light, you turn your head and find a beautiful, familiar sight.

“Hi, baby.”

“M-Marcus? What are you - did I get my dates wrong? I thought you were back tomorrow…”

“I was supposed to be,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “and I took an earlier flight because I just missed you so much. Hey - is that my shirt?”

You nod, turning your body wholly towards him and nuzzling against him. “It is. Your Georgetown T-shirt, I just - it feels like you.” He pulls you close and kisses the top of your head. “Marcus - what about the work?”

He hums happily. “The clients were happy, and there isn’t much more to do that I can’t do from here.”

He moves his lips to your neck, softly nipping and licking the delicate skin as his big hands work their way under the T-shirt and up to your breasts.

“I have been thinking about this the whole way home.”

You giggle. “Oh really? And you were able to keep yourself under control?”

Marcus kisses you on the mouth as he nods, fingers kneading your tits. “My self-discipline was tested, I admit, but oh, fuck, baby…”

Your hands are on his crotch, feeling the growing hardness under the grey sweatpants he likes to wear on long-distance flights. You lean into his ear as you tug down the sweats and his boxers, taking his cock in your hand.

“Why don’t you see if I’m still wet from the other night?”

With a groan, Marcus slips his hand between your legs and finds the wetness already pooling at your core. “Pretty fucking wet, baby.” He sucks his fingers clean of your slick before shucking off his sweatshirt and tee.

“Good.” You sit up and quickly straddle him, his thighs between yours as you peel off the old T-shirt so you’re completely bare for him. “I’m going to make you feel so good, darling man.”

You gather some of your own slick across your palm and fingers before taking his cock in your hand, stroking the velvet skin of the shaft and gently bringing your palm over the head in a fluid motion that you know drives him wild. Marcus watches your hands as you pleasure him, little animalistic noises issuing forth from his beautiful mouth as he grows ever harder under your practiced touch.

“Do you want me?”

He nods furiously and you lift yourself up to shift forward, notching the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Tell me, Marcus.”

"Need you so fucking bad, baby. Please.”

You take him inside you in one stroke, your wetness easing his thick cock into the tightness of your pussy. Marcus cries out as you begin to ride him, hands pressed into his broad chest.

“Better than the phone sex, huh?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” you hiss, hips rolling in a well-established rhythm as you fuck him. “Liked watching you jerk off to me, though.”

"Me too, baby.” Marcus grips your hips and grins as he admires you: your body, your curves, the way you’re letting yourself go as you ride his cock. You bite your lip and roll back your head, lost in the sensation of how your man stretches and fills you so perfectly.

When you slip a finger against your clit, he practically growls, meeting your rhythm as he starts to fuck up into you.

“‘M not gonna last, baby,” he pants, fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips and ass.

“You want to come on my tits, like you said?”

His desperate nod is your cue to lift yourself off his cock, glistening with your slick and his pre-come, and shuffle down the bed a little. You press your breasts together as Marcus wraps his broad hand around his cock and pumps it quickly.

“Fuck, your tits are pretty. So fucking soft and perfect and -“

He stutters and cries out as he comes, his release hitting your breasts and gathering on the hard peaks of your nipples.

You gather some of it up on your finger and suck it clean.

“Jesus, baby. That’s so fucking hot.”

You release your finger with a pop. “Thank you, love. Can you get me a cloth?”

He wanders off and returns with a washcloth, gently cleaning your body and his cock before returning it to the bathroom. By the time he gets back, you’re tucked under the covers again. He grins as he joins you, pulling your naked body to his.

“Missed you.” You wind an errant, silver-streaked curl around your finger. “It feels like there’s something missing when you’re not here.”

Marcus kisses your forehead and you nuzzle up against his chest. “Don’t I know it? I felt exactly the same in DC, wondering where you were. Missed going to sleep beside you, waking up with you.”

You chuckle against the warm, sweat-damp skin of his chest, pressing your lips to the freckles dusted across his golden body. “And fucking me.”

He laughs, and the sound makes your heart soar. “That, too. But trust me - I’ll make it up to you.”

"Oh you will, huh?”

His coffee-brown eyes are as sincere and honest as ever. “Always and forever. Even with jet lag.”

dividers by @cafekitsune

#long distance fic #ladameecrit #la dame writes #marcus pike #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedrostories

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lovelettersforthedamned · 5 months

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Congrats on your 200 followers! 🥳🎉

I'd like to request 12 - "friends don't do this kind of shit." from the smut prompts with Steven Grant ❤

Hidden Love

--genre: SMUT & fluff

--pairing: steven grant x afab!reader

--word count: 1.0k

--warnings: language, oral (m receiving), some pretty heavy make-out sessions, sub!steven(ish), mentions of alcohol, cum eating, sweet sweet fluff at the end.

--gif credits: @magnusedom

Being friends with Steven was easy, he wasn’t an asshole, he wasn’t pretentious, and he definitely wasn’t mean. You could go on for hours about Steven, but you can’t, because it would ultimately lead to you admitting that you’re in love with him.

It’s Friday night, which means it was dinner and movie night. You two opted for ordering dinner instead of making it and putting on a shitty rom-com. Laying on his bed, you focus on the laptop in front of you. You two were basically on top of each other, arms and legs entangled, his head resting on your chest. The mood was cozy, yet thoughts of you two were plaguing your mind.

Little did you know, Steven was thinking the same thing. Neither of you wanted to ruin the friendship you had if you brought up your feelings to one another; not knowing both of you felt the same way.

Maybe it was the wine you had during dinner, but a sudden spark of confidence erupted in your system. Throwing your leg over his thigh, your hips angle at a position that makes Steven’s eyes flicker down to them, his mind wandering to more vulgar thoughts. He knows that he needs to take things slow, just in case he’s wrong about the entire situation. Bringing the hand that was resting on your shoulder, he lowers it down to the side of your torso and starts to softly caress the supple flesh there.

At the sudden touch, your heart picks up a beat. You don’t want to push the moment anymore, still hesitant to initiate anything more than innocent touching. Looking back at the screen, the credits started to roll, yet the both of you haven’t moved. “What should we watch next? I was thinking–”, looking back at Steven, he’s already looking at you. You nervously giggle, “Is there something wrong, Steven?”

He sits up swiftly, the sudden closeness causing your breath to stutter. Looking into his eyes, he looks down at your lips and then back into your eyes. Throwing away your thoughts, you bring a hand up to his face and pull him in for a kiss. The kiss is full of need for each other, all the feelings for each other poured into this one moment.

Out of nowhere, a wave of anxiety floods through your mind, causing you to pull away from his kiss. “W–Wait, Steven,” pulling away, his face full of concern, “friends don’t do this kind of shit.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you bring your hands up to your face in embarrassment.

You feel two hands gently hold your wrist as they slowly pull them away from your eyes, revealing a worried Steven, “Well, maybe we aren’t just friends, love.”

The worry on your face falls into a look of disbelief, unable to speak, Steven breaks the silence for you, “Please, darling, kiss me again.”

His request was a wake-up call, prompting you to lean in for another kiss, your hands roaming over his weirdly strong chest and shoulders, “Jesus Steven, when did you get so buff?”

“I was this whole time, you’ve just never been close enough to feel it,” a teasing tone littering his voice.

You push him on his back, taking your shirt off while he’s lying there, enjoying the view in front of him, “I can get close Steven. I can get very close if you want me to.”

Steven lets out a low moan as he watches you strip in front of him, “Fuck (Y/N)...Are you trying to torture me, love?”

Placing yourself at the foot of the bed, you unbuckle his belt, taking your time as you pull down his boxers and pants, throwing them off to the side. Watching his hard cock spring out from under his clothing makes your core ache with need, but you know that tonight is for him. You’re tired of keeping your feelings to yourself, and now you’re going to show him exactly what you’ve been feeling.

Taking his length into your hand, you lean down to pepper kisses to his tip, looking up through your eyelashes at his reaction. His head is thrown back as far as it can while he’s lying down, his hands gripping the sheets, and his breathing becoming heavier.

Resting your head on his thigh, you take in the sight of his, now throbbing, cock. It pleases you that the little amount of touching drives him mad. You stroke his cock slow, painfully slow. More moans leave his mouth as you start to tighten your grip, his thigh below you tensing.

“D–Darling…oh fuck. I’m gonna cum…”

Raising your head from his thigh, you put him in your mouth and sink as far as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat. It didn’t take long for him to spill his seed inside of you, the warmth of your mouth pushing him through the finish line.

You didn’t take him out of your mouth until you knew for certain that he was done cumming, wanting to savor every last drop.

Steven was exhausted, even though your touch wasn’t there for long, the teasing was enough to make him lay there and catch his breath. Coming up from your knees, you crawl back onto the mattress and him. Your sudden appearance makes his eyes snap open, and the softest smile grows on his face as he looks at you. He’s truly looking at you with the knowledge that the secret is finally out.

Laying your body onto his, he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. There were no more words said for the rest of the night, bliss filling the quiet space. You two went to bed relieved, the weight of a hidden love finally lifted, and the weight of you planted firmly on his chest.

--author's note: OMG, my first moon knight fic???? i do have a headcannon for the boys, but never got to posting it because i got nervous...LOL. thank you so much for this request, don't tell anyone but steven is my fav to write from the mk system :0. keep supporting your writers by liking, commenting, and reblogging!! ok, ily bye<333

#steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #moon knight x reader #steven grant fluff #steven grant x afab!reader #marvel #fluff #smut #moon knight fic #LLFTD 200 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

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crymphatic · 5 months

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Gamer boy gives birth, that's it. I'm sorry if the story I made is a mess, I haven't polished my narrative writing skills in a long time since I have done nothing in 2023, but write conventional stuff. My brain got fried on our 24 page manuscript. Uncensored ver is in the void because I can't verify my twitter :d

Edit: up on pixiv again with revisions and additional stuff :D

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115124297

The contractions started hours ago, but he doesn't care. He needs to finish this chapter of the game or else he'd be behind everyone else. Why did the game had to update today of all days?

He'd been sat on that gaming chair sweaty, and determined to finished that game. His eyes focus on the screen as he ignores the contractions tht ripple throughout his lower half. They were getting closer from each other. It's almost time, he knows, but couldn't it wait until he finds the exit of this level? The pressure in his ass is getting harder, and harder to ignore. He wants the little shit out, but then he can't finish this game if he's too occupied giving birth. His water breaks during the height of the chase between him the monster. It soaked his expensive gaming chair, and trickles from his legs to the floor, his shorts were long discarded in the laundry pile.

"Oh, goddammit why now?!Couldn't you wait a little longer baby?! Augh!!!" He bores down as a strong contraction pulses through him, denying his body's urge to push.

"Fuck do I gotta push yet? Ughhhh, this is horrible..." He reaches down his anus to feel and check himself. 10 cm, he's fully dilated. He doesn't immediately pull out his fingers, he sticks three fingers in and thrusts in and out to help ease the pain. His other hand pauses the game with his controller.

"Hahhh..." He pants, for a moment, then looks at the paused game on the screen. He died and respawned back to the room before the chase begins. "I don't wanna do it agaaaiiinnn....!" He whines, and push through another contraction. His pushing does little to his emerging bundle. He continues to finger himself for a moment, then takes his hand out and unpauses the game. He pushes again a bit before playing again. His character runs in a long dark hallway with many obstacles to dodge, he troubles to focus on avoiding them as he begins to succumb to his body's urge to get up and give birth.

Another contraction, he pushes hard, almost letting go of the controller in his hand.

"AUGHHH!! Get out already!" He feels the head begin to crown. He should definitely be in a better position, so he does. He squats on the gaming chair, his hole stretches with the head of his baby. Panting he stops, and the head goes back in. He grips the armrest for support with one hand, the controller being crushed in the other.

"Oh god... Don't go back in... " He looks at the screen again. His character's in that room again. He doesn't touch the controller to restart the chase again. This time he pushes harder than ever on the next contraction.

His anus opens a window that his baby is beginning to peer into. It widens as he pushes and pushes. it's beginning to crown again. He release a push and this time the head did not go back in. All this birthing fluid and birthing in general is ruining his expensive gaming chair.

"Yeah... That's it. Be good for mommy... hah... And come out...! Augh!!" He bears down as he pushes He feels his anus be engorged in a fiery pain as his baby slowly comes to full crown. Stopping before he reaches his widest point, he reaches down and feels. The waterworks are waterworking their way, he was willing to finish a stupid video game rather than this? He continues and he's at his widest. The pain is almost over. There's a full length mirror in front of him and he looks at his baby. The stretched flesh around the head makes gives him the ick, he's never doing this again, the head looks like a human baby's head and not an alien like he first hoped. The head's seems to have blonde hair like his, it makes him thankful that his baby didn't get the sperm donor's shit brown hair. He doesn't have the time to appreciate it more when he starts to push again. The pain felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before, his dick's hard, and his face contorted into a pained expression. Whines escapes his throat, and doesn't care if noise leaks into the apartment next to his.

"Ugh,... Hah..." He grunts as he pushes again. The head pops out completely, he's thankful for it, it's almost over.

#mpreg birth #cw mpreg #mpreg kink #mpreg art #mpreg #oc art #crymphy's cript

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orangeypepsi · 3 months

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Collide - C.S

[not proof-read]

I been knowing you for long enough Damn, I need you right now You can take your time, don't have to rush This might take us a while, yeah I left all the doors unlocked and you said you're on your way When you get here don't just say a word, got no time to play

You get a FaceTime call from your "friend with benefits". You sigh as you had already showered and crawled into your pyjamas, a simple black night gown. You answer his call, sighing but also feeling that familiar sensation between your legs. Hoping he wants what you want.

"Yo ma, whatchu doing tonight?" Chris on the other side says. You're used to the look in his eyes, lust just beaming through the screen. This time it's different, you're wondering why but you couldn't help reciprocate the lust, feeling your slits getting more wet by the minute.

"Nothing, I was about to go to bed." you smirk knowing he doesn't like that answer.

"Fuck that, I'm coming over." he says rushing. You see him get up from his bed, scrambling to get whatever things he needs.

"I'll leave the door unlocked, and be in my bedroom." you say before hanging up. You know now that you've said that, he will be rushing even more.

You're scrolling on your phone, getting restless. Being so horny, you thought Chris would get here faster. The thought of him kissing you, grabbing your ass, teasing you... was just too much. Putting your phone away, you slowly caress your tits before making your way down your stomach.

Lifting your gown, feeling how wet you are you moan a little. You close your eyes, making circles with your finger slowly on your clit. Moans comes softly from you, as images flashes in your head from the last time you saw Chris. He hadn't shaved, so he had a bit of stubble when he ate you out. The rough hairs rubbing against your thighs, stimultating you.

"Fuck..." you moan. Rubbing your clit faster, sighing.

The door opens and Chris is standing in your doorway, appalled at what he is seeing.

"Fuck that is hot..." he groans. Your eyes shoot open, and you stop touching yourself.

"I- I didn't think-" you start.

He interrupts you, immediately undressing himself. He came over in grey sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie meaning he was in no time in just boxers.

"Couldn't wait for me?" he smirks. "Shut the fuck up." you snark back.

"I love this dress on you. So fucking hot." he groans eyeing you up and down. He slowly put his hands on your waist, but letting them travel up and down your body.

You pull him in by his neck and make your lips collide. Messy as it may be, you enjoy his tongue making contact with your tongue. He breaks off, leaving open kisses on your cheek slowly. Making his way down to your neck, he first bites it. Soothing the mark with his tongue, making a mark.

"Fuck Chris, no hickies. That's your rule." you moan, as you feel him grinning against your neck.

Your hand reach to turn off the light on your bedstand table. Chris grabs your wrist. "No, I wanna see you tonight." he says, the sound muffled against the flesh above your right tit. You usually have the light turned off, Chris' idea wanting to make it less intimate than already having sex.

His body weighing you down, you can't help but think. This is different, does he mean something by this?

Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by Chris' lips on your own again, moaning into the kiss.

"I wanna see your body on mine" he whispers gruffly. You could've cummed from that only, his voice being one of your favorite thing about him.

He tugs on your gown wanting it removed, kissing you harshly and he grinds lightly on you. That's enough for you to feel his cock hardening.

"Already hard? We barely kissed." you smirk. He groans.

"You know how hard you get me." he says shrugging. "Wanna do something about that?"

You nod enthusiacally, he starts making his way down from the kiss to your sensitive area. The one that is throbbing at the thought of Chris, waiting for his touch at all times.

"Damn I need you right now, don't have to rush though." you moan. Chris looking up from between your legs, smiling.

"This might take us a while, I love seeing you wanting more." Chris almost moan before diving back in, using his flattened tongue to lick up your arousal making moan loudly. He grabs the outside of your thighs, surely making a mark. You didn't care about that, you only wanted Chris to fill you up.

"Chris jus-, just fuck me." you moan loudly. His head perks up. "You sure?"

You nod making him get off the bed to pull off his boxers.

"Don't get me wrong I love eating you out, I just need to feel you around me." he groans not wanting you to misinterpret his intention with his visit to your apartment.

"Do it right, do me ri- right..." you moan at the sight of him pumping his dick a few times. Even though you didn't take offense you wondered why he suddenly cared about your feelings. This was strictly sex, why would he care if you got hurt?

Chris got back between your legs positioning himself with your slit, gripping the base of his member hard teasing you with his tip. He looks at your face for your reaction. You think this is because he wants to egg you on, but you really enjoy it.

"Mmh- mm..." you moan with a smile on your face, he watches as you grind your hips up and down wanting his action instead. Chris had suddenly grown to love your smile, and your humor and the way you made him feel. This wasn't just sex for him tonight.

He bottoms out, making no time for you to adjust to his size. He starts thrusting into you, holding your waist with one hand and the other holds your cheek lovingly. This was so different from what you were used to.

"I love seeing you tonight, can we not have the lights on in the future?" he pleads. You moan as he continues to fill you up, wrapping both your legs around him forcing him deeper inside you.

"Chris, let's switch to doggy style." you say as this is a tedious task at work, not meaning it that way. He shakes his head no as his thrusts get slower, but deeper.

"I need to see your face today." he groans holding your cheek and jaw with his big left hand.

You're confused in this switch up from Chris, but you enjoy it? You think so anyways.

Your confused expression makes Chris thrust deeper and faster into you since this for some reason turned him on even more. His hands leaving their original spots, the left one found your left tit and the right one found your clit, rubbing his fingers in circles.

His thrusts becoming sloppier, and your moans louder.

"Fuck, yes- ju- just like that Ch- is...!" you moan pushing Chris over the edge. Feeling him paint your walls white pushes you over the edge too. You twitch, grabbing his shoulders.

"Fuc- fuck..." you moan, breathing heavy. He slides in and out of you slowly to make your highs more pleasant. Him watching you enjoy yourself and cumming from his actions almost made him hard again thinking about it.

He pulls out, laying down next to you. You give him a small peck on his lips, smiling.

"Can I ask a question?" you wonder. Chris being exhausted only nods.

"Why was it so different today? I couldn't turn off the light, not doing doggy and you gave me hickies." you touch your neck mentioning the hickies. Chris looks like he got caught dealing drugs by the police.

"Chris?" you look into his eyes, him avoiding the eye contact. You pull him into a soft hug, letting him go waiting for the answer.

"I didn't want to confess this, but I have feelings for you. I know, I know how stupid to fall in love with your fuck buddy but that's just me." he looks lazily into your eyes, anxiously waiting for an answer.

You smile, cupping his face in your hands.

"I've felt this way for you too, for a long time now." you confess back. His eyes lights up at your words.

You make your lips collide with his, definitely not for the last time.

#chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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finlashe · 1 year

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TPOF DLC Survival Walkthrough (SPOILERS)

This is a walkthrough to get the DLC’s survival ending, “Fox kept you.” MAJOR trigger warnings for torture/violence/gore/SA/rape

Bidding

Towards the end of the questionnaire, choose “Point at the Announcer” (it doesn’t matter what you choose prior to this). The Announcer will laugh and want to wrap up but you “Beg the announcer to take you home.” After this you get jabbed and pass out. This is when you enter the “The Show Must Go On” DLC.

Show 1

You wake up in a dark room in front of Fox (the Announcer). When asked if you remember what happened, answer with “What’s on your head?” He laughs and brushes it off, then you look down and see you’re dressed in lacy underwear. Fox asks what you think of your new outfit, choose “I guess it’s cute…” Fox likes this response and then starts live-streaming. He introduces you to the stream, so you “Beg them to help you”. No one really cares lmfao. Fox then dislocates your finger and asks if you want him to put it back into place or leave it, so you say “Put it back…”, which he then does, making your finger feel a little better. He then cuts your foot and despite it bleeding a lot, Chat wants more blood. Fox asks what you think, respond with “Fuck you!”, which doesn’t phase him. He starts cutting your chest, and makes you look into the camera, saying “You’ve been so quiet, darling! Why don’t you say something for your admirers?” You look in the camera and say “… Hi…” you’re then lifted up by a cable around your neck. Fox talks to chat for a hot minute and you pass out, then gain consciousness when you fall to the ground. Fox grabs your head and slams your face into the cold floor, probably breaking your nose, and asks if Chat is ready for the finale. He shows a gun to Chat which causes you to freak out. Fox notices and says he won’t kill you if you do a good job, then makes a poll for Chat to decide if you should live or die. He points the gun to your face and you have to suck it. Fox looks at the screen, turns back to you and says “You better get to work, they’ve already started voting.” You have to Obey reluctantly since you don’t really have a choice. At the last minute, Chat decides you should live. Fox comments that you’re a natural, and Chat wants to see more! He then says you and him should give Chat a treat before you guys “wrap up for the night.” He then forces your eye open and busts a fat nut in your eye, which is already bad, but he then plunges his claw into your eye when you moved. Oops!! He then ends stream and takes his mask off and you pass out. You wake up in a shitty jail cell type room and Fox talks to you for a little bit. You touch your eye and feel bandages. Your eye is fucked tbh but Fox says you have a spare. You ask if you’re going to be let go, and he laughs at you. He says you’re not going to be leaving, you need to continue performing, and to heal as much as possible before your next show. You ask him “Why are you doing this?” And Fox laughs and says because he’s really fucking good at it. Then he says good night and leaves. You Go to sleep because your body hurts too much.

Show 2

Eventually you wake to him in your room with two guards behind him, saying that you need to get dressed, and throws fishnets toward you. You Get dressed. One of the guards puts your wrists in metal shackles before pushing you toward the streaming room. Fox asks if you’re ready and to take a deep breath, then starts the stream. He tells you to say hi to your admirers, so you say “Please go easy on me…”, looking at the camera and trying to smile. Fox first prods at your foot’s stitches, then brings a camera close to your face to show off your new and definitely not improved eye! He tugs your eye bandage off, which also tore off the flesh it fused with. Fox is like wow we probably should’ve changed that, sounding a little apologetic. He brings out a soldering gun, and asks you if you know what it is. You don’t, so you respond with “A… glue gun? I-I don’t know.” Fox laughs a little and says that’s close enough. He then carves into your back with the gun. He gets to your spine and you dislocate your shoulder as a result. He brings the camera over to your back, and you see the carving is a heart. Fox asks if you want him to push your shoulder back in, and you say “Don’t touch me!” Causing him to scoff. He unlocks your wrist shackles, giving you a moment to decide if you should try to escape or not. You decide to Stay still since your feet are still attached to the floor. He tells you to take a deep breath and make sure your tongue isn’t between your teeth. He asks if you’re ready and you nod weakly. You screamed as it happened but the pain went away quickly. He then puts the shackles back on your wrists. He asks chat if they’re ready for more, and forces your legs apart. You and Fox are going to put on a show like they’ve never seen! He tears your fishnets away and then brings out a large wedge, pushing it in front of you. He puts a tentacle gag in your mouth, and brings out a choke chain, where you will be grazed by the choke chain’s needles if you move too much. He forces himself into you, and your feet began to slip. You’re faced with an awful decision, to either lean forward into the choke chain or lean backward into him. You decide to lean backward. After he finishes in you, he talks to Chat and takes your choke chain and gag off. Chat says your eye looks terrible, and Fox agrees. He says the eye is going to have to come out. You agree, saying “Yes… Please take it out…” he says he will do everything he can to make it better, and touches his mask to your forehead like a kiss, making you feel better. He looks for supplies, giving you a moment with Chat. You attempted to Smile at them. Fox comes back and holds a metal instrument up to you, explaining its to keep your eye open. You Nod, saying you understand. He whispers he’s only cutting out the bad part for Chat, and he’ll have an expert look at it later. You start to pass out. He talks to Chat for a little, and you pass out fully. You wake up back in your room to Fox petting your head. He says your eye couldn’t be saved but you may get a prosthetic. You ask “Why would you help me?” He answers that your shows have been very popular and the audience wants to see more. You look down at his skin, noticing his scars. Fox says it’s rude to stare, and you ask “Who did that to you?” He laughs and says a dead man did. He’s about to leave, but you ask “Are you going to kill me or not?” Fox laughs again and says it’s up to Chat. You reply with “I thought you were the one in charge.” He then leaves and you go back to bed.

Show 3

You wake to Fox’s guard shaking you roughly. You look down and see you’re dressed in an extremely girly pink lingerie set. Your limbs are completely numb, and Fox says to chat you’ve had a bit of a “cocktail” before the show (painkillers and other things). He brings out a pneumatic nail gun. He points it at you and asks if you know what that is. You say “Don’t shoot me!” Which is not the answer so he shoots you. You couldn’t feel pain, the nail feels like it shouldn’t be there. He then asks you what his name is, and you truthfully respond with “I don’t know!” Since he never said. You’re shot a few more times. You ask Fox to take them out, and he responds that YOU should take them out. He unshackles you and you take them out at a quickening pace. Fox asks you to show your “new holes” to Chat, and he demonstrates how by pressing his claw into one of the holes. You think it feels good due to the insane amount of painkillers you’re on. He pushes your hand into your underwear as he pushes more of his claws into your puncture holes. Fox orders you to beg for more and you do, causing you to bust a fat one. Afterwards, one of the Chat people asks to bring out a flame gun, which he happily obliges to. He burns your skin, and you feel hungry. He brings your arm to your mouth and you pull a chunk of your meat away, chewing. Fox takes his mask off and clamps onto your collar, ripping your skin apart. He laps at your wound a few times before putting his mask back on, a little embarrassed. For the “grand finale,” he connects a chain to the wire loop around your neck, pulling you up. It was hard to stand on your toes since your body felt so heavy. He hands you a knife. Fox says Chat wants to see blood, and you slash the top of your thigh, but Chat wants to see more. You slash your legs again, and Fox says to slash your stomach, deeper. You deeply cut across your belly. Fox says “Wait.” He pauses and then turns to the screen. He says “Your wish is my… Actually, fuck that. Show’s over.” He turns the screens off, making the room go completely black. The knife is grabbed out of your hands and thrown across the room. The wire holding you is released and you fall on the ground, your shackles also released. You’re pushed onto your back, and begin to ask why Fox stopped. Fox tells you to stop talking and calls the medics to stop your bleeding stomach, he wants you alive. You’re his now.

I hope this helps! 👍 I know there is a walk thru on steam but I personally find them easier to understand on tumblr.

#ren hana #the price of flesh #tpof ren #tpof dlc #tpof announcer

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alrxiin · 5 months

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Redacted Characters as Song Lyrics

(This includes listeners)

Just some Redacted characters as lyrics from songs I listen to, cause I'm bored and currently hyperfixating...

• Werewolves

David :

♪A Little Death - The Neighborhood♪

"The neighbor was knocking, yeah. But no one would let him in.

Touch me, yeah. I want you to touch me there. Make me feel like I am breathing... Feel like I am human."

Asher :

♪ Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead♪

"Let's get this party started! Let's keep them 40's popping!

So just get buzzed and stay fucked up. We'll keep them panties dropping."

Milo :

♪Rebel Love Song - Black Veil Brides♪

"So take your hand in mine, It's ours tonight.

This is a Rebel Love Song!

Hearts will sacrifice, It's do or die.

This is a Rebel Love Song!"

Tank/Darlin' :

♪You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring♪

"You're gonna go far, kid...

With a thousand lies and a good disguise. Hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes!

When you walk away, nothing more to say.

See the lightning in your eyes. See 'em running for their lives."

•Vampires

Vincent :

♪Bogini - Quebonafide♪

"Jej skóra wygląda i pachnie jak Latte Macchiato, A wzrok na mnie działa jak Mate.

To już nie jest normalne, mylę kawę z herbatą, Ale w razie "W" dam ci erratę.

Byle bez cukru jak na filmach. Krzyczy głośniej niż Walkiria."

Sam :

♪1000 koni - Bedoes♪

"Jeśli zabijesz za mnie, skłamię, po czym wezmę winę za ciebie. Wszedłbym na minę za ciebie.

Czy to jest prawdziwe dla ciebie?

Jeśli zabiję za nią, ona skłamie, po czym weźmie winę za mnie. Ona by weszła na minę za mnie.

Powiedz mi, skarbie, czy wyjdziesz za mnie?"

Quinn :

♪PILLOWTALK - Zayn♪

"So we'll piss off the neighbors, In the place that feels the tears, The place to lose your fears.

Yeah, reckless behavior.

A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw.

In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day. Fucking and fighting on... It's our paradise and it's our war zone."

Adam :

♪Desire - MEG MYERS♪

"Honey, I wanna break you. I wanna throw you to the hounds.

Yeah, I gotta hurt you. I gotta hear it from your mouth.

Boy, I wanna taste you. I wanna skin you with my tongue.

I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna lay you in the ground."

•Other

Gavin :

♪ Keep It Down - Migrant Hotel♪

"While I throw you around-

You're gonna scream ...

Shhh: girl keep it down.

The scars you leave on my back, A painting of your attack.

You're biting down on my fist...

I know you cannot resist."

Guy :

♪Flesh - Simon Curtis♪

"Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh (Get undressed, t-taste the flesh).

Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh (Pass the test, t-taste the flesh).

Hold me up against the wall. Give it 'til I beg, give me some more.

Make me bleed, I like it rough...

Like it rough, rough, rough."

Marcus :

♪War Of Hearts - Ruelle♪

"I can't help but love you, Even though I try not to.

I can't help but want you, I know that I'd die without you."

Lovely :

♪Respite On The Spitalfields - Ghost♪

"We will break away together.

I'll be the shadow, You'll be the light.

Nothing ever lasts forever...

We will go softly - Into the night."

Baaabe :

♪I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys♪

"Secrets I have held in my heart, Are harder to hide than I thought.

Maybe I just wanna be yours...

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours.

Wanna be yours."

Sweetheart :

♪Riptide - Vance Joy♪

"I just wanna, I just wanna know...If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay.

I just gotta, I just gotta know! I can't have it, I can't have it any other way.

I swear she's destined for the screen - Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh."

Angel :

♪THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens♪

"I miss the way you say my name...

The way you bend, the way you break.

Your makeup running down your face.

The way you fuck, the way you taste."

Freelancer :

♪I See You - Jutty Ranx♪

"I want you to myself...Can we take this somewhere else?

My heart's an open book and you just took it off the shelf.

You make me make moves. I see you, you know I see you.

I break through to get to you. It's so true, it's so true."

Honey :

♪Sugar - Sleep Token♪

"Do you wanna see how far it goes? Do you wanna test me now, my love?

You must be crazy if you think that I will give in so easily...

Things we buried low - Coming to the surface now, my love.

You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game, oh.

Sugar, I've got a taste for you now."

Darling :

♪Killpop - Slipknot♪

"Maybe I should let her go...But only when she loves me.

How can I just let her go? Not until she loves me.

We were meant to be together.

Now die and fucking love me!

We were meant to hurt each other.

Now die and fucking love me!"

Translations :

♪Bogini — Her skin looks and smells like Latte Macchiato. The way she looks at me works like Mate. Something is wrong, I confuse coffee with tea... But in case I'll just give you Errata. With no sugar like in the movies. She shouts louder than Valkyrie."

♪1000 koni — If you kill for me, I'll lie and take the blame on myself. I'll step on a mine for you. Is this real for you? If i kill for her she'll lie and take the blame on herself. She will step on a mine for me. Tell me, darling: will you marry me?"

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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kinktober '22 ║ XIV

pairing: dbf!santiago garcia x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.4k

summary: santi comes to your room for a visit at 3 AM.

warnings: dad's best friend santiago, dry humping, quiet sex, dirty talk, squirting, breeding kink in the form of speech, biting, fingering

MLISTS . LIBRARY. TAGLIST . KINKTOBER '22 . SANTIAGO PLAYLIST

If a needle so happened to fall, it would echo within the silent house with ease. You left your door slightly open before you head to bed. Your parents are sound asleep and when you glimpse at the dimmed screen of your phone you see that it’s nearing 3 AM. You place the phone on the bedside table a bit louder than you intended, Santiago was in town and came for a visit. Beer and wine bottles were opened, a fine feast that all of you enjoyed to the fullest. While you drank your full, you constantly felt Santiago’s eyes constantly moving along your frame. It made you feel heated, especially since your parents were also there.

You half expected him to come visit you in the silence of night, which is why you have a perpetual pout on your face. Maybe you should just go to sleep. If he was going to come he would’ve by now. With a sigh you rub your eyes with the heel of your palms–

And that is exactly when the door creaks open, silent footsteps crawling inside your bedroom.

You flinch, for a moment your brain tricks you into thinking it might be someone breaking in. But when you see the familiar curls of pepper and salt, you relax back into the sheets. The street light casts a soft yellow hue across his tanned skin, he slowly pushes the door closed. He smiles as he takes a seat on the bed, his hand immediately finding the curve of your thigh.

“Sorry I’m late,” he whispers, hand sliding up your leg, your breath hitches. “Your dad wanted one last drink,”

“Oh?” you say, throat unbelievably dry. “I thought he already went to sleep,”

Silence fills the void between you two, you attempt to swallow with hopes to bring some relief to yourself. But you’re too focused on the hand now massaging your thigh, this isn’t your first time with him, and you doubt it’ll be the last. Noticing the way your eyes linger on his hand, he moves towards the wall and pulls you to his lap. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and you wearing a pair of comfortable –but rather short– pajama bottoms. Your hands on his broad shoulders, you experimentally grind down, the shaft of his cock digging between your clothed folds. You let out a whimper, thighs already starting to tremble.

Santiago guides the sloppy roll of your hips, his fingers slowly sneaking under your loose shirt and stroking the warmth of your skin. You echale a shuddered breath, nails biting into his skin.

“Always so eager for me,” he hums, lifting his hips and pulling you down on to him, you squeal. “I think I can make you come like this pretty girl, but you need to be silent,”

“Easier said than done,”

Your breathing is shallow, barely keeping it together as wetness grows between your legs. You can feel him getting bigger with every roll of your hips. Your short shorts pushed up by the movements of your hips, he squeezes the tender flesh of your ass and leans closer, brushing his lips against yours. He doesn’t kiss you, and that alone sends a spike of hunger through you. With hooded eyes, you attempt to move closer to him but he movies away, his lips still only a millimeter away. Santiago grins, an expression so beautiful yet aggravating. He angles his hips so that his length brushes against your aching clit, when it does you moan into his mouth, your lungs collapsing in on themselves as you fall forward, your forehead snug against his.

He tusks, a large hand covering your mouth.

“You gotta be silent bonita, do you want your dad to hear how well you’re grinding down on me?”

“N-No,”

“Then be silent,” he hisses, lips touching your earlobe. His other hand sneaks between your legs, fingers adding to the pressure. You jump, nostrils flaring as a choked out moan gets absorbed into his palm. “You’re so fucking wet, I want you to make a mess– Can you do that for me? Will you make everything all nice and wet for me?”

Eyes wide, you nod eagerly, movements becoming uneven. His thumb stays on your clit, drawing quick circles as he continues to guide you, canting his clothed hips into your drenched pussy. Another whimper seeps into his palm, the same hand slides to the back of your head, pushing you forward as he clashes your lips together. He swallows your moans, your whimpers. He always treats you so well. Your hands shakily make a nest at his chest, fingers trembling as they grip the soft fabric of his shirt.

Fear circulates your pleasure induced mind, something big is building up, something devastating. He licks into your mouth, unaware of your nearing breakdown. Tears flood your eyes, thighs tensing as you start to bounce up and down, growing desperate. Santiago smiles into the kiss, swallowing another moan. You feel him pressing his lips into you harder, he’s consuming you, every noise, every breath– You understand why when his fingers sneak up from the corner of your shorts, he feels your wetness bare, slick dripping down all the way to his wrists.

“Did you finger yourself before I came to your room?”

Your tongue unable to form the words, you only shake your head. His eyes roll back as he tilts his head, jaw clicking, the pads of his fingers roughly start to move against your clit. Before you can scream out, he shoves your face into his neck, you inhale his scent. He smells of gunpowder which does nothing other than stir you on.

“Baby you feel so good, your pussy feels so good– Can’t believe you’re this fucking wet– I hate that I can’t fuck you full of me,”

You groan into his neck, pussy clenching around nothing, more slick gushing out of your needy cunt. When you speak, your teeth move along his skin.

“Fuck, say that again Santi,”

“Say what?” His voice is dangerously low, laced with something dark and sinister. “You want me to tell you how badly I wish I could cum inside of you? How I want to fuck you stupid, then watch my cum dripping out of you? Fuck– I want it so bad bebita, I curse everyday that we didn’t meet somewhere else. If we did, this pussy would be full already,”

Your moans gradually becoming louder, it takes you everything not to bite into his skin. Your whole body is shuddering as if you’re left in snow, pleasure raking across your skin and a flame burning your inside with the skillful movement of his fingers.

“You’re being loud again,” he rasps, pinning your hips down into his with an especially rough hold. “You can bite me, I don’t care,”

And you do.

He hisses at the sharp pain but is quick to ignore it, you know that he’s felt more pain than this; a bullet wound, a knife gash across his chest– But still, you can’t help but tentatively lick the dents you make after each time he makes you want to scream.

Your orgasm hits you harder than anything has ever before. It’s intense. A shattering feeling that makes you almost draw blood from the man underneath you. You feel the way he clenches his jaw, every muscle taut as he helps you ride out your orgasm, the movements of his hips tender and fingers drawing slower circles.

When you finally settle down a bit, you pull away, he follows you and meets you halfway with a sloppy kiss. He removes his hand from underneath and strokes between your legs, your shorts are completely drenched, soaked with your own slick. You hiss out a breath, still sensitive from the intensity of your orgasm.

“What about you?” you whisper into his lips.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly happy to just be feeling you like this,”

You hum, a lazily smile stretching across your lips.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,”

Without saying anything Santiago grabs your phone, his face lights up as he checks the time. 5 AM.

“We have time,” he mutters. He slides down into a laying position and hugs your flush against his body. “We drank a lot, I doubt anyone will be up at six,”

“Yeah, me too…”

You fall asleep with the feeling of Santiago’s fingers scratching your scalp, the last thing you remember is the sound of him humming a spanish song.

When you wake up he’s not there, the sound of breakfast being prepared coming from downstairs.

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x fem!reader #santiago pope garcia imagine #santiago pope garcia x you #santiago pope gracia x you #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x reader x frankie morales #santiago garcia x you #triple frontier fic #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier fanfiction #kinktober '22 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #smutober

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Learning on the Job pt. 4

As the day wore on, fighters and hopefuls came in and out of the WVBA Gym. It was a veritable symphony of thuds, grunts, cheers, and gripes. In the center ring, Gemma was now sparring alternately with Skye and Mika under the watchful eyes of Coach Maxwell and Dudley Bruce. Glass Joe was on the treadmill trying to warn people away from a napping trainee, while Disco Kid and Cutie Hondo were showing new signee Jon Adamski around the gym and introducing him to people with varying degrees of success.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the gym, Razor Sharp was on the speed bag. She was a force of nature. She danced around the bag, keeping its rhythm flowing for strikes from all angles. She had the flair and showmanship of a star. From all around the gym, eyes fell on her and the bag. She knew and she loved it.

As Razor drew stares and gazes with her incredible bag work, Luna Doll approached a neighboring speed bag, ready to start her own workout. Luna was as precise and quick on the speed bag as she is with a controller, something viewers of her streams knew all too well. But as focused as she was, Luna found herself stealing glances of Razor’s performance on the bag next to her.

Taking a quick break, Razor took a moment to hydrate and grabbed her water bottle. Most of those watching her went back to their own training at that point, but Luna caught a glimpse of the bottle, the word RAZOR boldly emblazoned across it.

“Yo,” Luna stopped her bag as she spoke, “you’re Razor Sharp, ain’t ya’?” Her tone was friendly and warm, as usual, but had a touch of challenge to it, like she was putting her quarter down on the arcade machine to call ‘next’.

Razor turned, sizing Luna up with a smile, “That’s me, girl! Philly’s finest in the flesh.” Her brash and braggadocious nature came through, but certainly good-natured. “And you’re Luna Doll, the stream queen herself. Loved your ‘Shadow Hearts’ playthrough. Pretty cool stuff.”

“Thanks! I can’t believe you watch,” Luna’s face lit up at the recognition. “You know, I gotta tell you, debuting against each other? It’s like a dream. I’ve seen you in action before and you’re amazing! It’s like you were born for this… which kinda makes sense. B-T-W, big fan of your dad.”

A mischievous quality came through Razor’s grin, “Appreciate it. Our fight’s gonna be lit, something really special. For me, anyway. Kinda like a good public workout.”

“Excuse me?” That comment hit Luna like a game over screen and her friendly expression darkened. “What do you mean by ‘public workout’?”

Razor’s confidence never wavered, her smile securely in place. “Means you’ve never had a fight, not a real one. I step into the ring, I’m not like your influencer friends. They playing tag. I’m starching chicks. You ain’t ready for what I’m bringing.”

Pride and determination overcame Luna. Her eyes flared, but she held her temper in check. “Just ‘cause I fought influencers before I came here doesn’t mean I don’t take this seriously. Those fights were real. We weren’t playing games. We were trying to put each other on the canvas. So, you best not sleep on me, girl!”

“Hey, chill,” Razor shrugged and put her hands up. “Ain’t saying you didn’t scrap. I’ve seen what you’ve done. It’s cool and all and it took a lotta guts. But this? Me? This is the big leagues, baby, and, like you said, I was born for this. You ain’t built for a beatdown, giving or receiving.”

Luna heard the challenge in Razor’s voice and smiled. It wasn’t out of amusement, though. It was ‘game on’. She stepped a little closer toward Razor, “We’ll see, Razor. But I’mma tell you right now, you treat me like anything other than another pro and I’m gonna flip the script on you, Baby Sands.”

Closing the distance between them to mere inches, Razor’s smile broadened, her voice dropped. She was loving this. “Let’s keep this 100, aight? You best be ready to catch a beating, girl. I’mma send a message to the whole damn Circuit and that message is gonna be you, out like a light, flat on your back.”

“Oh, girlfriend,” Luna met Razor’s gaze with her own, her smile bright, too. Unfazed and unflinching. “Stay cocky. Keep underestimating me. ‘Cause I can’t wait to prove you wrong. Just one thing… don’t blink, baby. You do and you’ll wake up on your ass wondering what happened.”

And there it was. Challenge laid out and accepted. Bring your best or pay the price when the bell rings. Luna turned back to her bag, finding her rhythm driven by a newfound purchase. Razor moved on to the heavy bags to continue her own training, but just couldn’t help herself as she called back loudly over her shoulder, the whole gym hearing her.

“Hey, Hitmaker! By the time I’m done whooping your ass, you gonna wish you stuck to boxing with TikTokers and Twitch streamers. It’s a lot safer than stepping to me, baby!”

Luna’s response was a barely there smile and words only loud enough for herself to hear, drowned out by the rhythmic sounds of her speed bag. “Game on, Baby Sands… game on!”

Star Mika is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission. Jon Adamski is an OC belonging to @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#super punch-out!!#punch-out!! wii #wvba #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #razor sharp #luna doll

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deliciouskeys · 8 months

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@cozycornerkinktober ‘s prompt #29: Sex doll

Cloth Mother (Homelander, pre-canon, lab days)

Warnings: Um. Underage person discovers masturbation. No sexual abuse, but general Vought abuse of human rights warning. Agalmatophilia. I was going to finally skip a day of Kinktober, and then I didn’t, cause, OCD. But probably skipping tomorrow. AO3 link

After John kills his second tutor in a very similar fashion to the one two years prior, something had to be done.

“We’re training him and teaching him all manner of things, except how to touch people without hurting them apparently. We need to fix it before it gets any worse. Vought wants him to give firm handshakes, not take senators' hands off. We need formal training put in place here.” Vogelbaum looks around at his staff, expecting suggestions from the more enterprising members of his team.

The medical team all look askance, apparently only dreading where the unlucky volunteers would be recruited from to run this training.

Vogelbaum rolls his eyes. “No, we’re not going to have any more casualties in that room. It’s not good for anybody,” he adds. “John’s been traumatized every time, not to mention it’s a huge headache for the company.”

He looks at the CCTV and sees John still sitting on his bed, hugging his legs and rocking ever so slightly. It’s these kinds of repetitious behaviors that worry Vogelbaum. The child starts to engage in them when stressed, but it’s maladaptive, and more importantly, it won’t look good if it persists into adulthood. The executive team will scrap the entire project if they can’t obscure the fact that John’s been raised in an unorthodox environment. Of course, Vogelbaum sometimes wonders what scrapping would mean in this case. John is already twelve, and a formidable force, who stays in the room out of obedience. He could probably break his way out with his fists if he was motivated to. How do you scrap a project that is a human being whom there is no known way to kill? He watches John on the cam screen, faintly hears the child mumbling something to himself, another bad habit in the making, but Vogelbaum smiles. He just needs to tweak all of this, nip it in the bud. He needs John to please everyone on the board, and be allowed out to be free once he’s of age. He’s not his son, but it still feels like someone he’s been raising. Probably with more attention than his own children at home, if he’s honest. He’s personally invested in this one, and they’re not going to just scrap him, dammit.

~~~

“Good morning John, you awake?” Dr. Weiss asks over the intercom. Vogelbaum watches the cam as John turns over under his bedcovers and shakes his head, listening to the laughter over the intercom and smiling at having a joke succeed with the adults. He sits up abruptly when he hears that they have something new to show him. Maybe the monotony is getting to him, but he’s always very excited at the prospect of anything new being introduced to his room.

He watches as the orderlies wheel in an unassuming looking female mannequin, mostly a torso, sporting neither a head nor any legs below the knees, just a uniform beige color, made of what appears to be stiff foam, with approximately as much give as human skin and flesh. Must have picked it up cheap at some local mall, Vogelbaum sighs with disdain. But perhaps the less human resemblance the better, for the time being.

“Is that a statue of a lady?” John asks hesitantly, tilting his head.

“Not exactly. She’s the Hug-Trainer,” Dr. Weiss announces in a voice Vogelbaum finds a little too patronizing—John is twelve, not six. “I rigged her up so if you squeeze her gently, she won’t make a sound, but if you’re rough and squeeze too hard…” Dr. Weiss lets out a straining sound as he demonstrates, and the mannequin emits an annoying high pitched alarm. John claps his hands to his ears, even though Vogelbaum is fairly certain that despite his exquisite hearing ability, his cilia should be more resistant to any damage from deafening noise than anyone else’s.

“I have to train to hug her correctly?” John verifies.

“Yes, we expect you to be an expert hugger in no time,” Dr. Weiss continues to use the same grating voice, like he’s hosting a kid’s TV show. Vogelbaum’s hand pulls down his face in impatience, but John seems to be impressed at least, eyes wide.

John doesn’t bother to change out of his pajamas and goes straight to the mannequin standing in the middle of his room. It’s perched on a metal pole on wheels, and there are wires that run out of the torso and plug into the wall. Not a very elegant design, but Vogelbaum won’t complain when they’ve MacGyvered the thing to order in less than 24 hours.

John looks up at it, and he seems a little intimidated. The way it’s set up, John’s head is about at chest height for the hugging dummy. He reaches for it tentatively and hugs the foam body gently, not triggering any alarms. But Vogelbaum knows neither of the tutors were killed instantly. John tends to start out unsure, slow, cautious, and then at some point forgets himself and starts to get overcome by emotion and that’s when the trouble starts. It’s not that different from his earlier years when he couldn’t control his eye lasers adequately, especially if he’d become upset or even mildly irritated.

The alarm goes off, and John startles backwards, releasing his arms immediately. They must have rigged it pretty sensitively. That didn’t look like he was getting particularly rough with the dummy.

“It’s okay. This is for practicing! It’s okay to make mistakes,” Dr. Weiss reassures him.

No it’s not, Vogelbaum grits his teeth. Not when you’re a superhuman capable of such destruction.

~~~

They left the hugging dummy to stay in the room and Vogelbaum sees John practicing quite a lot in his downtime. He masters it quickly, just as Vogelbaum knew he would. Now they just have to wait for muscle memory to cement itself so anyone he embraces will be safe. But something disturbing started to happen at some point over the past week. Vogelbaum ends up reviewing tapes until he pinpoints when it started. They put John under particular strain one day in the other larger testing room, and the session ended with him feeling like he’d failed to hit targets with accuracy while moving through the air. Failure to achieve something was already stressful enough in this boy’s mind and they shouldn’t have pushed him further, but some impatient genius decided to test yet another neurotoxin on him at the end of the session. John’s body handled it, but Vogelbaum can see on the footage that he was fatigued, and on the verge of tears. Vogelbaum follows by watching the footage in John’s sleeping room, and sees him lie face down on the bed, shoulders shaking, probably crying although no sound is picked up by the mics. Then John gets up and walks over to the mannequin, wrapping his arms around it gently, not triggering the alarm, petting his hand against its back, and mumbles something the room’s microphones don’t quite catch either. And that’s when he starts to squeeze harder until he hears the alarm and stops. Then does it again. And again. He squeezes just enough to elicit just a short chirp from the alarm. John ends up doing that for about half an hour, and Vogelbaum is once again worried if confinement indoors and alone is going to manifest as these bizarre coping behaviors and fixations.

So that’s how it started. But John seems to have made a much more elaborate game of it every day since. And there’s added behaviors. He makes little noises to go along with the mannequin’s plaintive sounding chirps. He rubs his face into the mannequin’s chest. They’re stylized breasts, relatively small and nondescript lumps in the foam, but Vogelbaum still thinks this isn’t appropriate. And sometimes he walks around the room, dragging the mannequin around with him, talking to it.

“This is where I live. I don’t get so many visitors here. That’s my bed. And that’s my desk. And here’s the toilet, and here’s the door where people can come in, or they can give me stuff through the slot without coming in.”

It’s mundane, boring banter, but Vogelbaum wonders if he’s missing interactions with other children for proper development.

He starts to eat all his meals standing next to the mannequin, phantom offering it spoonfuls of whatever they served him that day before having it himself. Vogelbaum resolves to have the thing removed from the room by the end of the week.

~~~

There’s a panicked voice over the intercom at 10pm, after lights out. “Dr. Vogelbaum! Please advise on how to handle this situation with the subject!”

Vogelbaum hasn’t gone home yet. He lifts his head from his notes to look at the nightvision cam in his office. He gets up woodenly and walks down to the labs floor.

“Dr. Vogel-”

“Who taught him this? Who showed this to him?”

Everyone is silent.

“No one? Not even as a joke? Maybe some movie?”

A nightshift orderly whose name Vogelbaum doesn’t remember has the gall to say “He might have figured it out on his own?”

Vogelbaum puts up a hand to shush everyone. “I’ll handle this.” And he flicks the button for the intercom into John’s room to say “John I’m coming in” just before opening the door and flicking on the light with the switch outside the room.

John is sprawled in bed, the mannequin, metal stand and all, is tilted on its side, laid out on the bed next to him, facing him. He’s got one leg wrapped around the truncated thighs, and he’s humping the foam torso quite vigorously, triggering the alarm briefly with each thrust of his hips, and shaking the entire bed. Vogelbaum was hoping John would stop his motions as soon as he’s in the room, but John just looks over at him, not even guilty.

“John, stop that at once!” Vogelbaum says sternly. John blinks at him with a dazed, downright stupid facial expression. His cheeks are red but he’s not blushing. It’s effort. He’s panting. Vogelbaum just thanks the stars that at least his pajamas are still on.

John does obey and instantly comes to a halt, but now slowly grinds his crotch against the mannequin. “It’s heavy,” he laments.

“What’s heavy,” Vogelbaum asks with some irritation.

John touches himself through his pants. “It’s swollen and heavy, and it gets like that when I’m with her.”

“You mean this hug training mannequin?” Vogelbaum sits down on the bed, deciding that not overreacting to this behavior is key, but finding his tone wavering. “That’s not a person. Don’t call it a she.”

John looks sad and shifts uncomfortably. “When I’m near it I want to touch her- touch it all the time.”

Vogelbaum shakes his head. “That’s not appropriate.”

John’s eyes are glistening, and he squirms his legs. “What’s wrong with my…” he hesitates, knowing it’s a word Vogelbaum hasn’t used much if at all. “My thingy.”

“Just say penis.”

“Yes, that. What’s wrong with it? It’s so swollen and all I want to do is to rub it against her. I mean, it.”

Vogelbaum stands up and takes the mannequin to stand upright again, noting John’s bereft gaze following it, and then covers John up with the sheet and bedspread. “When that happens, you ignore it and it will go away. The more you touch it, the more you’ll want to touch it. And it’s very rude in public.”

“What about private?” John asks, but his voice is smaller and smaller, as he senses from Vogelbaum’s withering gaze that this is not a favorite topic of conversation.

“Don’t do it in private either. It’s not good for you. All the staff watching out for you, they were worried tonight.”

John’s eyes get rounder and Vogelbaum regrets escalating the stakes. “Is it dangerous? Can I… kill someone like that or something?”

“Yes,” Vogelbaum says tersely, very eager to end the conversation. “Yes you certainly can, if you’re not careful.”

John looks stunned and starts rubbing his legs against each other until he remembers himself and stops. But when he sees Vogelbaum unplug and wheel out the mannequin he falls into despair.

“Wait, please don’t take her! I promise I won’t put her in bed with me ever again!”

“You don’t need this anymore, you’ve learned everything this was supposed to teach you,” Vogelbaum says dismissively over his shoulder as he wheels it out the door and shuts it behind him.

And then some, he thinks as he watches John on the monitors, curled up in a fetal position and weeping quietly. He’s under the covers, but there’s definitely some kind of motion his hand is doing near his crotch. This child just doesn’t listen sometimes.

#cozy corner kinktober #homelander #bb homelander #Homelander’s disturbing past #the boys #the boys tv #fic #mystuff

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storiesofsvu · 2 months

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Alright, happy Thursday hoes, lets get to this.

Mothership first

Okay… interesting open…

Omg…how many times are they gonna use the trope of “don’t touch that!” “who the hell are you?” surprise it’s the new laywer…

Not surprised its another old white dude, but at least he’s not as old as mccoy

Okay seriously…. If they get rid of Samantha I will not be watching this show anymore..

I wonder if they’re going to bring this staff change up on svu too considering this guy is also now carisi’s boss… but the writers seem to have forgotten that these shows all exist together until they want to do a crossover.

If this was svu the ada would be storming into the squad room yelling at the detectives for making a mistake that’s gonna cost them their case. Why don’t we get to see that on mothership? I want more crossing over between departments, cops never show up in the gallery either, just to testify if they’re needed.

Oooo yesss that maroon suit. I see you ma’am!

Man they’re just right fucked with this case aren’t they?

This defence attorney is super crusty

How come these videos are coming up NOW and not before things went to trial??

This judges office is barba’s office. They really only have so many sets, hey? (also the continuity of that office on this show/universe drives me fucking insane).

My subtitles keep cutting in and out and that is also driving me insane

Toronto time.

Will I pay attention? Likely no

JESUS FUCK talk about a cold fucking opening wow.

Big surprise I stopped paying attention halfway through the ep. Like, it’s fully muted right now and I’m working on writing LOL

SVU time

BRUH is this maria stuff ive been seeing all over twitter legit?! I thought people were fucking clowning LOL

Olivia in uniform just fucking makes me so fucking weak every single time

Clearly the other captain hasn’t been in the field a lot if that was her immediate reaction to that crime scene

Okay… hear me out… olivia literally saved maria’s life and stayed on the phone with her ALL night. We all know she has a habit of taking in strays… there’s no doubt maria became a cop because of liv… maria would have reached out TO HER about her graduation, not the other way around…

Velasco getting actual screen time finally. I do have to say, im back on my Velasco bullshit…

LOL. I know it was unintentional but the harshness of velasco’s knock on the door killed me.

4 hours of law and order is too much. Im getting bored and this is the show I actually like. I think imma start skipping Toronto cause mothership does hit some days

If this girl has a good enough lawyer she could easily get off on an insanity type plea… tbh this episode would’ve been way better on criminal minds. That would’ve been bad ass.

This episode is almost over and we got absolutely NO closure on the maria thing AND we didn’t get to go to court. Im OVER this fucking show man lol

Liv being back in her bac nail polish era is bomb though

Fin doesn’t strike me as a scotch guy… this is weird..

Okay… liv is really not okay. Like this girl needs support, she needs proper and regular therapy, she needs a break from work. Go home and spend time with your son instead of drinking cheap wine alone in a bar? Also while we’re talking about drinking alone after work being all sad, can we touch on the fact that her mother was an alcoholic, and that was what *killed* her… this is incredibly worrisome and I doubt we’re ever going to touch on it/get it fleshed out like we should…

Okay we at least got some maria closure. Thank you.

OC time!

Jet *attempting* to control stabler, woof. At least someone’s trying loooll

This bitch is so dead

Part of me feels like its bullshit that se wouldn’t know any of this about her own brother, but also I never talk to my family so…. LOL.

Fuck he’s creepy as shit

There is NO WAY THAT TINY MAN IS THE SAME SIZE AS ELLIOT

The fact that it took THIS long for someone higher up to question his anger/trauma/etc affecting his job is wild.

THE BARTENDER IN ME IS FUCKING DYING. I had a PHYSICAL reaction to that conversation.

“you’ve never had a long island ice tea?!” “I don’t like ice tea it’s too bleh” guy promptly orders two to prove that theyre good? THERE IS NO ICED TEA IN LONG ISLANDS

Cragen’s really just gonna be in the last second of this episode isn’t he?

Everyone: proper ear pieces

Jet: nah. Air pod.

I really thought that stabler was gonna be missing for a like, a good chunk of time with no one knowing.

OHHHH right! The foil he found in the bathroom garbage and immediately licked… right… I forgot about that. Now the question is who it belongs to…..

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order spoilers #spoilers #live watch

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flamingo-writes · 2 years

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Your Color — e.m.

Eddie Munson x Reader.

Title based of The sing Call Me by Blondie

@peepeepoopoosnacks requested: "soft sex with Eddie, but kinky"

That is exactly what I meant when I said I was soft and horny for Eddie, thank you ndjdjcjdud I will keep writing the others in my free time today and tomorrow, rn I am tired of staring at my screen, and writing over 3K words…I need a break ajdjdjdjf

Warnings: smut, blindfold, use of handcuffs, edging I guess? Unprotected sex, creampie, praising and pet names.

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Your breath hitched as you felt Eddie’s lips kissing your chest slowly moving from one breast to the other. Your legs tightening around his torso as you felt him chuckle and smile against your skin.

"Yes, babe?" He asked with a cheeky tone.

"Stop fucking teasing me already, love" You whined, as you tugged on the cuffs, hearing the rustling of the chains as you made a useless effort to break free from the wall, your arms feeling slightly numb from being up for a while now. And having Eddie’s bandana wrapped around your eyes was not helping in the slightest.

He chuckled kissing your breast, right above your nipple, as he watched you arc your back.

"I told you, if you behave and you’re patient…rewards will come your way, baby" He purred, his tongue teasing your sensitive skin as a rather loud moan escaped your lips.

His hands roamed your body, all too familiar of where you liked to be touched, you felt his warm rings drawing down your body, as he continued to tease you. Eddie stared immensely amused by the way you shook and shivered under his touch, begging, covering your skin with goosebumps where he ran his hands through your feverish skin.

As he got off his bed, he stood in front of his bed, watching you, taking in the beautiful mess you were. Naked, on his bed, your skin colored with red and purple love bites, striking his own ego as he’d left those for people to know you belonged to him. The cuffs, his bandana, and one of his rings hanging from a thin chain around your neck. A little present he’d given you after your first anniversary together. You wore it every day, and whenever he took his time with you, he loved to see you stripped naked with nothing but his ring hanging from the necklace.

"You look truly delicious, my love” He whispered as he took off his short and started undressing slowly.

You squeezed your legs together, as the sound of his heavy layers of clothing fell to the ground with soft thuds, the sound of his belt unbuckling. You knew this all too well, and the anticipation was making you shake lightly, eager to feel Eddie all around you.

‘Eddie~" You cried in a needy voice, making him get a shiver down his spine as he was more than ready to finally take you, bit he wasn’t done playing with you yet.

"Yes, my darling?" He purred crawling on top of you as he grabbed one of your legs, pulling it over his shoulder as he kissed your inner thigh.

"Fuck, Eddie. I’m so fucking needy, I want you so bad, babe" You whined, feeling him smile with his lips against your skin.

"What are those manners, princess?" He whispered and bit your flesh, making you shiver and arc your back, letting a loud moan escape your throat.

"Plea-please, Eddie. I want to feel you so, so bad. I’ve been good, please, I’m begging you…" You whispered breathlessly.

He watched you attentively, as he ran one of his thumbs down your dripping slit, making you moan again, his name escaping your lips again. And teasing your hole, circling your entrance with the tip of his thumb he watched you contorting, and begging, your hands clawing to his bed sheets, as he swore your nails were about to grip them any time soon.

Your slick dripping down his hand as he had to suppress a moan himself as he stared, attentively. Collecting as much of it as he could in his fingers, he stroked his hard erection, and slowly position himself on top of you. Your leg still over his shoulder, as the other was still resting over the bed. Coating his length with both of your slicks, he teased your entrance even further, running his dick up and down slightly pushing his tip inside, stealing a desperate gasp off of you before palling you out making you whine and curse softly.

This was as much torture for him as it was for you, but watching pathetically beg like that made him feel in control, and while he sometimes could be a gentle, slow and tender lover, right now he wanted to feel in control.

"Eddie~" You cried softly, moving your arms, making the cuffs rustle again, making him smirk.

"Poor baby girl, Daddy’s being too teasing, isn’t he?" Eddie purred as you whimpered, feeling his tip digging your entrance as you jerked your hips in an attempt to get to feel more of him.

His own teasing making him feel dizzy, he couldn’t keep his games any longer and finally slid inside, slowly, stretching you inch by inch, as you moans and he gasped. Your voices merging together, the saw way your bodies were. Your walls wet and velvet swallowing him, as he cursed with his jaw clenched and went as deep as he could. He kissed your jaw sweetly as he pulled out, almost slipping out of you before pushing back in. Building up a rhythm that was felt like too much, between his deep thrusts, your leg over his shoulder, and your eyes blindfolded, you felt Eddie all around you, his skin boiling against yours, feverish and sticky as he pushed the right spots with each thrust.

He stared at you, enamored with how easily you came undone with him on top, your body shaking, your voice pleading, your skin covered in his marks. God, he loved you. He couldn’t get enough of you. And he was waiting for the time he could be like this with you every single day, in the intimate comfort of your own place, not having to worry about his uncle coming by unannounced, or hearing your parent’s car parking outside the house.

As he kept going, feeling his own orgasm condensing at the bottom of his gut. He pulled off the blindfold and as you opened your eyes slowly, he kissed you sweetly. His hips rough against yours, yet his kiss was and slow. You hummed and kissing back, moving your arms, in an attempt to wrap your arms around him put of habit. Pulling out from the kiss, he cupped your face with one of his calloused hands.

"As much as I love to see you blindfolded, I like it better when you look at me when I make you cum, princess…"

His words sending electric shock down your spine, crying out his name. His pace quickened, desperate to chase his release, guided by the way your moans and cries got higher and higher.

"Ed, I-I’m close…" You whined.

He pecked you sweetly, pressing his forehead to yours, as his hair falling down tickled your neck.

"It’s okay, babygirl, cum for me. You’ve been so good for Daddy" He whispered. "Fuck, I love you" He murmured as he felt a gentle clench of your walls around him when he praised you.

He groaned and pulled back, bringing your other leg over his shoulder as he leaned workwear’s, managing to push even deeper inside of you. His tip kissing your cervix as you shut your eyes closed, feeling your orgasm threatening to knock you out soon. The sting and the pleasure mixed in perfectly, as you felt your breath shorten and your sight blur.

"Eddie," You cried, as he hissed you, kissing your forehead sweetly, and whispering your name in a sweet voice.

"Silence, princess…we don’t want the neighbors hearing, now, do we?" He purred as he grunted.

"E-Ed, I love you, so, so much—" You mouthed breathless, a moan interrupting you as he pushed you over the edge.

Stars exploding behind your closed eyes, your voice dying out as you clenched around him, your tight walls desperately milking him, devouring him as he continued with his erratic pace, riding you through your orgasm. The way your pussy clenched around him felt better than anything he’d ever felt, as cursed under his breath as he tried to keep going, trying to last as much as he could. But the delicious way your body continued to suck him in got the best of him, and lost his composure as his own orgasm hit him. One last push, going as deep as he could. Spilling inside of you, his hot seed coating you from the inside, as he pressed his forehead to yours, moaning softly before sliding both of your legs off his shoulders and cupping your face, kissing you breathlessly, whining, you kissed him back and wrapped your tired legs around his waist, trapping him in place, as the world came back to focus.

"Fuck, I love you too princess. So fucking much…" He gasped breaking the kiss as he kept leaving a trace of soft delicate kisses down your cheeks, to your chest. "God, what would I do without you?’ He whispered.

"I don’t know, Ed…But could you please, take these off? I can’t feel my arms…" You complained with a soft chuckle as he looked at your hands, still cuffed to the wall as he looked at you and smirked,

"Sure, babe" He said kissing your forehead and getting off the bed, slipping out if you, and looking for the keys on his nightstand by his bed.

Once he found them, and took them off, you wasted no time wrapping your arms around him and pulled him closer, to you, snuggling your face on the crook of his neck. Eddie smirked and rested his weight back on top of you, giving in to your hug as he kissed your shoulder.

"Is everything alright, princess?" He purred.

"I wanted to do that all this time" You replied breaking the hug and cupping his dace in your hands, pulling him close to kiss him once more. "I love you too, by the way…"

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things eddie

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taylorsage22 · 2 years

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Take a shower with me(Nick Torres x reader)

Warning-light smut

“Baby, come on”, Nick whined as he kissed on your neck and shoulders.

“You need to calm down”, you laughed pushing his face from you as you continued typing away on the computer.

“Woman”, he groaned rolling his eyes. “Just take a shower with me it’ll be a quick one.”

“Nick go take a shower by yourself”, you spoke keeping your attention on the screen. “And no shower with you is quick. You’re always touching me and buttering me up.”

“Please”, he started, placing his hands onto your shoulders and leaning down so that his lips were by your ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, been wanting you all day”, his voice was so hypnotizing and you tried to resist him.

“I can’t, this report has to be in tomorrow night.”

“You have the rest of today and all of tomorrow to turn it in. Come take a small break with me, we’ll even go out to a nice dinner.”

He was so good at persuading and you absolutely hated it. He was so skilled at getting you to do basically anything he wanted. He had full control over you, but you don’t mind. Nor did you ever.

You raised up from the black rolling chair allowing him to grab your hand and stroll you towards the bathroom. You knew there was a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. This is why you hated giving in and letting him win. “Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Maybe after you wipe this boner from my dick”, he chuckled.

“Oh, so that’s why you wanted me to join the shower?”

He shrugged. “And to save water.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled, sitting onto the sink counter as you watched him switch the shower faucet on and strip his clothes. You stared at his smooth back, his muscles contracting with every move he made. You wanted so badly to just run your tongue against his lotioned skin and kiss all over his flesh. He turned around, waking closer to you and crushed his lips to yours suddenly. You didn’t waste any time kissing him back, letting his fingers trail to tug your shirt from your body. You lifted your arms as he slid the clothing off before placing his lips on your neck. He pecked at your flesh, pulling your shorts down and placing them onto the floor. He moved all the way down, squatting so that he was eye level with your cunt. He smiled up at you wickedly before spreading your legs and placing a kiss on your covered area.

You placed your hand on his head. “Nickkk”, you whined. You brought him up to you, placing your lips on his as he gently placed you back down onto the ground. He unclasped your bra and let it fall to the ground as you started to pull your silky underwear down your legs. Nick pulled the shower curtain back and you bit your lip. “You know we could just walk to the bed”, you laughed.

“It’ll be more fun this way”, he grinned, stepping into the shower and helping you in after him. He pushed you against the wall, the scorching water burning through your skin. He started to kiss at your neck again, his hand moving down to play with your clit, applying pressure to the small nerve. “Nick, please”, you begged.

“Whatever you want.”

He grabbed you in his arms, sliding you up the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He grabbed his hard length and shoved himself inside of you without a second thought. You cried out in pleasure, your head leaning against the wall and your nails scratching at Nick’s back as he thrusted into you continuously. You and Nick have only had shower sex one other time before this and it was months and months ago and you forgot how good the sensation was, taking you to a whole new world. Nick toothed at your sweet spot, thrusting slightly harder and much more faster. You didn’t know which was hotter, the steaming water dripping from the faucet or the even steamier sex you two were having.

Water relentlessly covered your faces, your hair sticking to your cheeks and body as he sustained his thrusting. He brought you to your high, cumming inside of you with a wide grin plastered onto his face. “That’s better”, he winked. He carefully placed you down, lifting your chin to kiss you once more.

“Now we can actually take a shower”, you smiled.

You grabbed your loofa, pouring your body wash onto it and rubbing your hand against the material under the water before pressing it to your skin and bathing. Nick was doing the same with his loofa, the strong smell of his cologned body wash filling the room. He rinsed himself off after bathing, grabbing your loofa and scrubbing at your back for you. You smiled at his sweet gesture and started to wash your hair. His scrubbing started to trail to your bum and you swatted his hand away causing him to laugh.

You turned around and placed some shampoo into Nick’s hair. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned down so you could have better access. “Is that the strawberry one?”, he asked. You nodded with a grin knowing he loved the smell of it. He placed more wet kisses to your lips and you couldn’t help but smile into them. How did you guys go from sexy love making to adorable dripping kisses? You didn’t know the answer to that, but it was you and Nick's thing.

Once you both were clean, he turned the water off, helping you out of the shower and following behind. He grabbed both of your towels and you started to dry yourself off as did he.

Nick brought out his shaving kit and placed it onto the sink counter. “Since I took a shower with you you’re paying for dinner”, you said smacking his bum as you walked passed him.

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