#.....i need to fix that buttcheek actually

[lurkiestvoid]

I took a break from obsessing over writing my blorbos to, instead, draw a blorbo. I got a different phone and this one has a stylus!!! So I got Ibis Paint to play around with, calibrated a couple times, learning the software etc

And in the process I accidentally had an artistic breakthrough and now I can do Toes!!! not just from the side or 3/4 view anymore! Individual lil beans!!! new skill unlocked ✅

ANYWAYS HERE'S A (very rough) SKETCH WIP OF MARIAN VALORY HAWKE, FERELDEN BARD EXTRAORDINAIRE she's half-dressed bc she's slicing through some goobers that didn't know whose fuckin house this was

[essentiallyleaf]

day 16. incest. with. choi yujin.

1422 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, scary scary i-word, older sister yujin, oral sex, masturbation, handjob, perineum stimulation, blowjobs, birthday sex, long ass paragraphs and some long ass sentences, bear with me.

notes.

boo! scared you? creepingly, leaf.

It’s not surprising when Yuijn bursts into your room and punches your mattress to wake you up. When she makes you spinach and egg sweet potato toast for breakfast, when she helps you tie your tie and fixes your uniform, then wishes you “Good luck at school!” before kissing you on the cheek and, as soon as you turn around, playfully slapping your butt. You’re nearing the end of your last year of private high school, you’re used to that at this point. The kisses still feel a little weird, but at the same time you get this sense of warmth from them, not only to your blushing cheekbones, but to your slightly racing heart, as well.

It’s not surprising when she walks around the house in a very thin, somewhat transparent white shirt and no bra, or in tight black biker shorts and no panties underneath, if it’s more comfortable for her. Or that you can see not only the outline of her breasts (they’re very nicely shaped and medium-sized, perfect to fit in your hands), but also her protruding nipples and a hint of her light brown areolas, in one case, and the roundness of her toned buttcheeks and the pronounced mold of her outer lips, in the other. It’s just an acknowledgement of something that’s there, and that you're accustomed to seeing. She’s your sister, after all.

It’s not surprising even when she sneakily walks in on you naked in the bathroom, right out of the shower, just to slap your bare ass and rush out, laughing, and you don’t know if she managed to catch a glimpse of your limp dick as you turn around trying to catch her. She’s always been one to play pranks, this is just another one of them. That’s just how it is, between the two of you, she’s playful, and caring, and affectionate, and you’re just here to appreciate it, nothing strange about it.

Nothing strange about you sitting on the couch with Yujin’s head in your lap while watching TV or reading, and playing with her hair in your fingers or softly scratching her scalp as she falls asleep. About you placing your chin on her shoulder and your hands on the naked skin of her hips when she gives you a ride to kendo practice on her motorbike while wearing a crop top, and feeling the need to hold her waist so so tight, like you’re afraid to fall off, but you never are, when you’re with her. About you accidentally hitting her boob when playing pool wrestling, and the fight just turning into a complete mess of grabbing and squirting water onto one another, getting caught in each other’s swimsuit and almost peeling it off, and ending up in a hugging stalemate, arms and legs around each other, where both of you are panting hard and neither wants to let go, and her skin is wet and soft and it smells like chlorine and flowers. You almost feel like she’s rubbing her pelvis on you a little at the end, and you’re not sure if you actually do it, but you think about lightly thrusting back.

It’s such a smooth path, the one that takes the two of you from all of this, to you kissing her in return every morning with a smile and no blush on your face (at least none caused by embarrassment) and slapping her bouncy butt back as revenge; to Yujin wearing no underwear at home and letting you stare at her noticeable features, smiling with excitement and a bit of pride, and once in a while she bends forward on the table towards you, head between her hands and wearing her bunny face, and the deepest cleavage is right there; to both of you becoming a lot more liberal in using the bathroom at the same time, and sometimes one of the two is in, or just out of the shower, naked in front of the other, and the air suddenly becomes hotter. Being naked in front of one another quickly becomes a habit when you start actively trying to seek it, and getting out of the bathroom naked just to wait and eventually get dressed in your respective rooms, and maybe starting to be out of your own room, and around the bathroom door when you hear the other finish their shower, and even delaying that “eventually” to up to hours later, and walking around the house naked in the meantime, well, that would probably qualify as seeking it.

And when it’s the same blood that runs through your veins, there’s no need to explain, to put people, entire relationships in boxes and restrict them like that. You just, get it. You both understand.

Understand that it’s fine for her to call you in her room and start chatting about the new plant she got for her green themed shelf, about the relationship between Barbie and Ken, about her college friends, and how sometimes it’s hard to tell a very close friendship from a crush, and then ask you to eat her out afterwards (she tastes amazing, like sweet apples and lime, and you want to record her lovely gentle moans and use them as your lullaby; nevermind, she does that for you when she tapes herself masturbating and sends you the audio with two green heart emojis while you’re in your Science class). It’s complicated, it would be if you had to explain Yujin and you to someone else, but when it’s the two of you, it’s simple. You see her lay on her back on the couch studying French and start kissing her neck, lower her tank top to reveal her soft tits and knead, lick all around them. She unbuckles your pants and strokes your cock for a while, when you’re close she lets go, puts two fingers on your perineum and starts circling lightly. You cum hard and make a mess on her tank top and breasts, she doesn’t mind, she was going to shower anyway (“You, too?”). There’s nothing more to it. Just shared moments of affection, of intimacy.

For her birthday, Yujin asks you to have sex with her. She knows you can’t say no, she also knows that you don’t want to say no. Her more and more frequent blowjobs are quite convincing, too. It’s a special day, you can tell when she wears her favorite yellow sleeveless frilly dress to go out for lunch (she gets shrimp and grilled peach skewers with jalapeño-bourbon vinaigrette, you get classic boiled crab), when she holds your hand as you walk along the riverside, when she wears her contagious grin the entire time. When you come back home, you don’t have the time to take your shoes off before she kisses you deeply. The two of you get to her room already naked and she almost crushes your head with her thighs as you give her her first orgasm only using your tongue. You don’t need her to help you get hard. When you place yourself between her legs and your dick on her outer lips, it’s an important moment. Not because you’re her brother and she’s your sister, but because what the two of you have is special, and your first time together is a celebration of it. A special day. Her slick makes your entrance easy and you quickly find yourself bottoming out in her tightness. She kisses you for minutes, before you start moving. You keep eye contact the whole time, she closes her eyes from time to time from the feeling of your length hitting her in spots she didn’t know even existed. You guide her thighs around you to feel closer to her, inseparable. She grabs you by the hair as she peaks a second time, her nectar gushing out of her pussy as she releases a sequence of loud moans. You pull out and let her use her hands, lips and tongue to play with you, before cumming on her tongue. Some of your spurts land in her open mouth, some spread around her beautiful face. She gathers every drop with her fingers, then licks them clean, shows you the pool of cum and lets her tongue play around with it before swallowing it whole. The two of you cuddle in her bed naked until the morning after. It was her birthday, it was all about making it special for her. And as you see her eyes closed, peaceful, her chest heaving in slow, deep breaths, you think you did.

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footnotes.

bit of a different style, tell me what you think. or nah. whateverly, leaf.

[romanarose]

To Have and to Hold

Marc Spector x fem!reader

Masterlist : Moon Knight Masterlist : Marc Spector Masterlist

Read on AO3

Summary: You and Marc just get married and he can't wait to get his dick inside you.

Warnings: Blowjob, butt stuff, anal play, cumming untouched, make-up smearing. I tried my best with some spanish and hebrew.

Immersivity: Reader is fem but no gentitle mentions for reader. Wears make up and a dress but I tried to write thing in a way that would make sense for a wedding in most cultures. Header is just for aesthetics, not mention of skin, dress, any of that. reader had grabable hair (theres a line about getting semi undressed so if you wear veils or hair covers that is you guys taking it off to smash.) Reader wears heavier make up and Marc can pick her up. Marc says the traditional chritian wedding vows (that doesnt mention anything religous) but thats not neccecarily the vows the said at the actual wedding. I know marc is jewish and the reader can be christian or not I knooooooooow

A/n: Jewish Marc <3 I tried to get pics of weddings from different cultures, the bottom one is from Guatemala is pintrest is to be believed! Add this to the list of fics i've written for @whatthefishh

1K Words

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Married. Finally married. Marc Spector was your husband, and absolutely no one was going to take him away from you.

After the ceremony, you and Marc run off to the nearest side room you could find, dodging all your family and friends in order to consummate your marriage right away. Giggling and laughing like children, Marc pulled you by your hand, dress flouncing around and his Kippah secure on his head. All alone finally after days of family surrounding you, the two of you quickly get into just enough state of undress for what you need. His dick in your mouth.

“My beautiful wife…” Marc grunts, thrusting into your mouth and stretching your lips around his considerable length. “My perfect girl…” Your mouth was so wet and warm. So soft around him, accommodating his hardness and beautiful eyes gazing up adoringly through your wet lashes. Marc placed his large, rough hand on your cheek, pulling his cock out just enough to turn and press it into your cheeks. He loved to feel himself inside you. 

You, in turn, love feeling him. It didn’t matter if he was stuffing himself inside your cunt, if you were feeling the vein of his cock along your tongue, his finger in your asshole with his sweet lips locked in on your tender flesh, or simply lying together watching TV with your fingers entangled in his deep brown curls. You were his and he was yours, and now it was sealed forever.

Marc’s dick slid down your throat, making you gag a little but Marc knew what you could handle. He didn’t want to hurt you, especially not today of all days, but he also knew what you liked. He also knew how to fix your make up, which you knew he was going to need to do as the tears began to blur in your eyes. 

You’re dripping wet, absolutely incomprehensibly turned on by the simple fact you are married, married to the most amazing man in the entire world. Oh, and an amazing ass. That was an aside. A side that your fingernails were digging into right now, anyway. He was built like a fucking PEACH.

Marc murmured, growing breathless. He was so fucking easy to get off with blowjobs, it made you laugh. “I love you so goddamn much…”

You relinquish his right buttcheek, but you don’t leave his cute little booty be. No, your hands stay busy, reaching under him to play with his balls, but that wasn’t their final destination, merely a pitstop to sliding a finger up his butt. One time you did that and he came on the spot, which embarrassed him but you thought incredibly hot.

Marc moans loud enough you swear you were going to get caught. He’s so fucking easy. Marc likes to act like a tough guy, but really he’s just a whimpering mess who likes his butt played with, and you were happy to oblige. When he’s particularly a mess, Marc-y Marc rambles, and today was no exception as you slobber all over his length.

“Perfect fucking wife, ahuvati, can’t believe I actually got you to marry me.” he chuckles a bit in disbelief. “How’d that happen, huh?”

You mumble around his dick. You’re a bit preoccupied to answer.

He laughs again. “Oh, right.” He shakes his head, cradling yours in his hands before sighing contently, balls beginning to draw up. “My wife, my wife, eeshtee, mi esposa… my fucking wife.” Marc thrusts in deep at that, and you know he’s about ready to cum because he’s losing control. What he doesn’t know is under your dress your thighs are rubbing together, as turned on as he was and you haven't even been touched yet. You just needed him to keep talking… Luckily, Marc always knew what you needed. Marc was strangely much more talkative during sex than he was outside of it.

“To have and to hold, from this day forward.” Wet thrust into your drooling mouth, mascara running down your cheeks and neck.

“For better or for worse.” Fuck, you were getting as close as he was, the heavy smell of sex heating up the small room. Everything felt erotic and warm, your dress suddenly getting sweaty.

“For richer or for poorer” His face was getting sloppy, but no less strong. You remove your hands from his sweet cheeks to play with his balls.

“In sickness and in health.” You scrape your nails across his left asscheek, no doubt taking some skin with you. You’re whimpering at this point, slit throbbing to be touched but you wanted to cum from his voice alone.

“Forsaking all others.” It was dizzying, the tone of his voice strong and sure and just so certain in his words. He was so certain this was forever and ever, and so were you.

“To love and- and to ch-cherish, shitshitshitshit!” He grips your hair and you grip his thighs, both of you cumming in time as he says his last words.

“UntilDeathDoUsPart” Marc spills out the final phrase in a hurry fucking his cum down your throat as he cries out your name, your own toes attempting to curl up in the wedding shoes.

Sliding his softening cock out your mouth, you see the remnants of your lipstick on him. Yeah, you were going to need him to fix your face. For now though, Marc puts his dick in his pants and drops to his knees, looking you in the eye with a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you just cum untouched, baby?”

Playful, you smack his face knee. “Shut up!”

Full of joyous laughter, Marc picks you up and spins you around, making you squeal in delight. “Ani ohev otah! So fucking much!”

Nothing in the world felt better than being in Marc Spector's arms.

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This goes out to my beleoved Mona who alway shared ehr thirst idea with me lolololol this is something we were workshopping together while I was in line for Bleacher lol (fun fact I stopped a fight there.)

For now, Im going to be focusing on my work for the ZIne, my pride event, and trying to finish either awakening or blessed be the fruit. thats my goal this month. Maybe more if you wanna be wild if were luky, but that series means so much to me I don't wanna half ass it. It needs to be perfect bc were about to deal with Santi's trauma.

Want to see more? Want to keep up? I dont have a tag list for follow @romana-updates and turn on noifications!

Thank you all so much for your support! Im considering doing something MK for the pride event (see my pinned post) but Im unsure yet. I know I'll have lots of joel and a Santi.

love yall lots!

[respondedinkind]

📂! 📂! 📂!

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have (no HCs are useless)

📂. Khan grows little to no body hair. Besides his armpits, private area and head (as well as eyebrows and lashes, obviously) he's quite smooth by nature, and only a light sprinkle of mid-dark hair covers his lower arms and calves. He also grows no facial hair, so he never needs to shave. The hair on his head is quite thick and grows rather straight, with the exception of a few strands that tend to curl or stick up oddly, which he manually fixes by simply cutting them short.

📂. He's actually quite fussy when it comes to his hairstyle and cuts it himself. He's done so ever since his early teenage years.

📂. There's a rather prominent birthmark existing right above his left buttcheek, where the curve of his lower back turns into the round of his behind. It's about an inch in diameter and dark brown.

[mozzarelliestickz]

more omori hcs? i love all the ones you have told us so far

Hihi Im glad u liked them!! Here are some more just for u nonny<3

When Mari was still alive they went "camping" in her and sunnys backyard and kel peed himself then Aubrey called him " peepee boy" for a week

Kel and Aubrey teach Sunny and Basil to swim :)

They keep holding onto Kel and Aubrey's hands because they get scared

So. Aubrey and Kel jokingly threaten to "break up" with each other over tiny annoying things

It doesn't even matter if they're dating

One day Kel tries to take some of Sunny's food and Sunny goes "get your hands off my plate or Im breaking up with you"

Aubrey slams her hands on the table and is like "Kel I can't believe you taught your boyfriend that that was OUR thing Im breaking up with you"

Now Kel Aubrey Basil and Sunny all say it to each other

Basil doesn't even mean to

"Kel get away from the cacti or Im breaking up with you"

Basil and Aubrey are horror movie fans and theatre kids

Their favs are beetlejuice and carrie. both musicals and movies. gobbless

okay so omori is set in the 90s-early 2000s so someone had to at least owned ONE furby

Sunny is selectively mute. He and his friends learned sign language :)

Basil lets his hair grow out a bit when he's older

He works at fix-it when he's older too, and so does Charlene!

They are friends

Angel and his sister are like Lilo and Nani, they love each other but stuffs complicated

PB calls himself that because he doesn't really like his actual name, pb are his initials (his name is probably like patrick buttcheeks or something)

No one Knows (except for Angel) Artist's real name either, everyone just calls her Artist

Pb is like Mincy's older brother

he drives her around when she needs it

Aubrey has a real southern accent and the others bully her for it

"EUEHAUEHAGSF NO NO SAY IT AGAIN" "[sigh]...'oh bless your heart...'" "HAHAHSHA"

The twins and Vance knew Hero and Mari when they were younger

Vance because they had classes together

Daphne and Bowen met them through the bakery

The twins didn't have many friends, all the other kids saw them as the "religious family who acted weird", Mikhail was also picked on a bit before he met the hooligans because of this

Cris and Jay were some of Kel's new friends after Mari's death, and some of the only friends who actually cared about him

Sunny's normally very quiet, but occasionally he'll crack the funniest shit you've ever heard after saying nothing for hours

[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

eijirou kirishima | f!reader, DARK CONTENT, drugging, noncon, but also the reader isn't not into it bc like...i have my limits okay, talk of vomit for a sec (no actual vomit), degradation, bondage, size kink, hair pulling, ripping clothes, slut-calling once or twice. minors dni!

— 3k words

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart? Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

"See somethin' you like, Sweetheart?"

"U-Um," you flush a deeper red than the stranger's hair and pray he can't see it under neon red lights. Either way, you've been caught red-handed, and recoil. "Sorry."

The stranger's crimson eyes soften before relaxing into a kind smile, and he lifts a dismissive hand. "I was just messing with you! That's on me."

He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head and the smile grows wider, displaying the rows of predatory sharp teeth that shouldn't look as gentle as they do. You relax in the seat to his right, immediately turning to the bartender to order a funny named a drink. The redhead raises an eyebrow, leaning his arm on the counter.

"A Stranger Danger?" He nearly deadpans.

"Club Special," you shrug. You've never been particularly great at holding your alcohol, but this drink provides just enough punch for a buzz, aka what you need to get through the night. The bartender slides over a tall, rose-dyed wine glass without another word.

"Eijirou Kirishima," the stranger says with his sharp teeth, offering a large hand to shake. He looks comical next to you, all hunched over the neon bar while you sit up straight for your head to reach his shoulder, and as you take the handshake, can't help but notice how his palm eats yours like it's nothing.

"Y/N," you smile. His hand lingers before it pulls away, and he tells the bartender he'll have what you're having.

"So," Eijirou starts once his order has been placed. "You come here often?" You snort at the cheesy line, and the way Eijirou smirks implies he knows just how cliché it is.

"Sometimes," you shrug vaguely. The club's fairly new, so it's not as if you can say you've been going here for years. You lift the drink to your lips, the sugar-crusted rim tickling the corners of your mouth. "You?"

He shrugs, "When I want to get out."

You nod at that and offer him your glass with a raised eyebrow. Eijirou shakes his head, lifting a glass of his own. Your nose scrunches.

"Beer?"

He takes a sip before answering, lips white from the foam before his tongue licks them over, "Stella Artois. Want some?"

Your eyes shift between your dainty glass and his not-so-dainty one before you snort, "I'll pass."

Eijirou shrugs, reclining back in his seat and beer in hand, "Suit yourself."

You pat your back pocket for your phone, but when you realize there's a loss of weight on one side, you pat your right buttcheek to realize you left your wallet in the car. Fuck.

"Uh, hey," you say, knocking the redhead on the shoulder. You figure he's trustworthy enough, and the bartender always keeps an eye out for you anyway. "I'll be right back—left my wallet in the car."

Eijirou nods at that as you push away from the counter practically shaking your head at how distracted you can be sometimes. Seriously, your wallet?

At least the bartender didn't ask for your ID. Yikes.

You slam the car door shut with a huff, wallet finally in hand as you trudge back to the bar. When you return, Eijirou's got the beer lifted to his lips and greets you with a small wave as you sit down.

"Long time no see."

You giggle while grabbing your glass by the neck. As the club starts to fill out, you begin to shrink into your shell—throwing the entire drink down the hatch fixes you right up, though.

"Oh wow okay, looks like we're just going for the whole thing, then," Eijirou chuckles as he takes a much more civilized sip of his. You smack your lips with a satisfied aah.

"Gotta get the buzz going somehow," you wink, before getting comfortable in your seat. Alcohol warms your veins already, prompting your body to start pulse in time with the bass of the music. Eijirou smiles, watching you.

"You like this song?" he asks softly, before adjusting so you're both sat the same way—elbows and backs against the counter, facing the club and all its chaos. You shrug.

"I guess. I've never heard it 'till now."

He tosses his head back onto his muscled shoulders in a chuckle, and you watch the entire act in slow motion. The glint of his teeth in the neon lights, how his chest balloons and quivers under the weight of a bellow. You find yourself staring much harder than you intend to, but he doesn't seem to notice, eyes locked on the dance floor.

"Touché, touché," he says upon recovery. The alcohol in your veins turns to syrup and time starts to blur more than you're used to it being, body so light and weightless you have to pat the chair to make sure you aren't floating. That usually doesn't happen.

"You okay?" Eijirou frowns when you falter. You pull a smile and nod.

"Mhm," you say, though silently panicking when you feel like you're falling out of your seat. You grip the countertop just in case. "Mhm, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow, "You sure?"

"Yeah," you nod, before clearing your throat. Your body flashes hot then cold, and you wonder if you shouldn't have taken that drink down like you did. "I'm um—I'm going to go to the bathroom, one sec."

You're unsure if Eijirou says something as you leave because you pour all your energy into stumbling across the obnoxiously loud club, filled with too much bass and pandemonium for your liking. You're suddenly overwhelmed by everything and your esophagus goes numb at the thought of vomiting, but you make it to the singles bathroom just in time to shut the door and control your goddamn stomach.

With a sigh, you rest your head against the cool sink. The incessant buzz of the overhead lights is much, much better.

You take a deep breath and flick on the sink. Ensuring it's as freezing as it can possibly go, you launch some into your face. You don't even consider ruining the amount of work that went into your outfit today, because ultimately you aren't sober enough to give a shit, blinking back at your reflection to find it fairly blurry. You nearly stumble and fall, but your vice grip on the counter keeps you alive.

"You okay?"

The second you step back into the noisy club, Eijirou's there—with his sweet sharp-toothed smile, he's posted next to the bathroom door and you find yourself grappling his jacket for stability.

"Whoa—Careful now," He chuckles at your sloppiness with a lifted eyebrow. You blink once, twice—the spots floating in your line of vision don't disappear. His hands snake around your waist to keep you from falling and eating shit, and you dig your forehead into his muscled chest.

"Gotta—I gotta go home."

"Okay," Eijirou soothes softly upon realizing how utterly shit-faced you are. "How'd you get here?"

"Walked," you groan and nearly cry, looking up at him with a pout. Eijirou coos.

"Well, no offense but I don't think you're good to walk on your own, Sweetheart."

His voice is heady with something you can't quite recognize, but it's comfortable, and you melt into his chest with a weak nod.

"Mhm."

"Can I help you home?" He offers with a kind smile. You nod, fists gripping his shirt in tufts.

"Yes please."

"Oop—careful."

"I am al—hic—always so fu—fucking careful," you slur. Your body has gone so numb that Eijirou gave up and resorted to carrying you bridal style the rest of the way instead. But he has to set you down so you can stuff your keys in the door, but you can't even do that right.

"Need me to do it?"

"No!" You puff your cheeks, trying twice more before you successfully get it in the keyhole. "'Mma strong independent woman who don' nee' no mahn."

Eijirou chuckles, and using his big shoulder, opens the door to chauffeur you inside. Neither of you get very far, maybe halfway to your room, before your legs give out and the only thing that saves you is the hand on your waist.

"Down this hall?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod so profusely it gives you a temporary headache.

You blink and you're in your bedroom, your front hitting the sheets with a soft thump. Huh. Maybe he carried you the rest of the way. With a face full of pillows, you groan at the new and improved position as you feel the bed dip behind you, and Eijirou grab both of your wrists.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

Something soft and silk ties your fists behind your back. You recognize the material as the belt from your robe, tossed carelessly on your bed during the chaos that ensues every time you get ready for the club. It's not until you try to pull your hands apart that you realize they're tied tight.

"Pulling is only going to make it tighter," Eijirou says with an absentminded sigh, like he's done this before, and trepidation spikes in your chest once he raises your hipbone and slides a pillow underneath to angle them, the only way you could break free—especially with the new grip on your hips.

"Ei—" you try to squirm, legs kicking blindly into the space behind you, but once he seizes your thighs he's sitting on your calves to keep you in place. There's the undeniable sound of cloth ripping and your behind is suddenly met with cool air, prompting a shiver or two.

"Eijirou, what are yo—"

You're interrupted by a stinging slap to your ass and a growl. "Don't tell me I gotta gag your pretty mouth too, Sweetheart."

His voice is low and sharp with a threat, his grip tightening around your thighs.

"You're soaked already? Fuck...and I bet you taste so sweet too..." he bites back a groan in thought, sliding a finger down your slit.

He clicks his tongue but it's damn near mocking. You gasp as he fills you with two large fingers instead of one, body tensing as the alcohol-induced numbness fades in favor of amplified arousal. Eijirou chuckles at your reaction.

"Taking it so well already," he purrs, hand caressing the crest of your ass. In your defense, there isn't much you can do but take it. Ah-ah, Sweetheart—Speak up for me."

"O-Ow," you hiss when your head is wrenched. upwards via your hair to expose your broken moan. Eijirou's grip only tightens after you complain, and you can feel his hot breath ghost the base of your neck. His thumb finds your clit and doesn't move, it just sits there as heavy weight—and it's just as frustrating as it is teasing.

"Ei," you rasp into the pillow, voice hoarse and thick. "I nee—fuck, more—"

"More?" He chuckles derisively, shaking his head with a tut. "Two fingers and you want more? Fuckin' slut."

Each word is loaded with something pitifully mocking and if you were in any other position you would've curled a lip and spat back. But that's a little hard with your face in the pillow and Eijirou's weight above you, isn't it? You shake your head against his fist until he lets go in favor of crackling a solid hand against your ass.

"Oh, you like that, don't you Sweetheart?" He grunts and his fingers increase in speed, the lewd squelch bounces off the walls of the bedroom and echoes in your head in the most insulting way. "My fingers fill you up that good?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" you choke around drool that gathers in the corners of your mouth and shake under his palm. "Fuck me Ei, I nee—"

The quick spank cracked against your ass shakes you from your thought process. "Dirty fucking girl—you really so desperate to let a guy you just met fuck you like this? So goddamn easy."

But he's removing his fingers regardless, stuffing them between your swollen lips as he assumes the space behind you. You hear the quiet fumble of his belt and the run of his zipper, before you feel his hot cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Eijirou pushes in with a groan, his free hand finding your hips to keep them in place. Your legs thrash as he fills you up with a pleasurable burn, and by the time he bottoms out, you're positive he's filling you up all the way to your lungs.

"Fucking hell," he heaves above you, and the fingers in your mouth disappear to grasp the sheets. You shake along with him, back straightening in a poor attempt to alleviate the burn—and he barely gives you a second to breathe before he's pulling out and slamming back in.

"Fuck!"

You jump each time the head of his cock rams against your cervix, feet scrambling in a poor attempt to escape. Eijirou growls and puts all of his weight in his hips to ensure you'll stay still, a big hand smushing your face into the sheets.

"Sing for me, Sweetheart—I wanna hear ya."

Your voice cracks as Eijirou speeds up, simply using you for his own pleasure—but maybe that's what excites you the most.

"Ei—"

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart?" He spits, and you can feel the sweat dripping from his shoulders onto your exposed back. "Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

You whimper uselessly and nod, but Eijirou growls, yanking your head up for a proper answer.

"I said, don't you?"

"Fuck I—" he hikes your hips even higher for a better angle and gets one, the head of his cock forcing a scream out of your lungs as you yelp, "I do!"

"'Course you do," he chuckles, and drops your head back onto the pillow, "'Course you fuckin' do—"

"Ei-Eiji—" you gasp like you've been underwater forever. "I can't, I nee—"

"Dumb little baby can't even speak," he coos, before his hand finds the sides of your neck and squeezes. "What? Whadd'ya need, Sweetheart?"

And honestly, you're not completely sure what you need, you just know you're chasing after *something—*and Eijirou's got you sprinting after it while you melt into the sheets into a hot, gooey mess. You think the split ends of EIjirou's hair ticking the back of your arms, but you aren't sure. The only thing you are sure of is the burn between your legs and the feeling of being very, very close.

"'Mma cum!" You squeal, the vein in the side of your neck bulging. Eijirou grunts and slides a calloused hand under your stomach to play with your clit, hissing as you squeeze around him.

"Awe, the little slut's gonna cream all over my cock?" He coos, and you're positive his hips speed up just a bit. The grip on your neck slides to the hands tied behind your back for leverage. "Yeah she fuckin' is—I can see your eyes rolling back already."

And he's right, because the weight of your orgasm knocks the wind out of your lungs and your lips round to form and 'o'. You couldn't say if you screamed or not, as the ringing in your ears peaks with your orgasm. The only reason you know Eijirou finishes is because his hips stutter to a stop while you lay face down in the pillow, heart thrumming against your ribcage.

"Hey, you okay?" Eijirou nearly scrambles to get your back on your chest. You know this type of thing gets him nervous, but he does it oh so well, and there isn't much you can do but smile at the ceiling lazily.

"You just railed me into the sheets and you're asking if I'm fine?" You snort at your boyfriend's frazzled appearance—and the afterglow doesn't help, his chili red hair sticking in every other direction except the one it's supposed to.

"Yeah," Eijirou doesn't even hesitate and then gives you a quick peck on the lips. His voice edges on a petulant whine as he says, "I was rough, Sweetheart."

"Because I asked you to be," you quirk an eyebrow and finally, the redhead stumbles to your joint bathroom butt naked. "And don't forget to wet the towel this time!

A little shuffling in the bathroom, and then:

"That was one time!"

"And my vag will never recover!" You holler back. Eijirou just snorts before the white noise of a running sink takes possession of the conversation, and you scoot to the section of your shared bed that isn't soiled with a sigh.

You roll onto your side and come face to face with a framed selfie of you and Eijirou on your first date. Next to that one is first anniversary, second anniversary, third...

Now you're edging on the fifth, comfortable enough where he's walking around with his soft dick out and you've given up in swatting at his hands every time they grab for your tits. You two are comfortable—this is comfortable.

Eyeing the bathroom door, you still hear running water. Sneakily, you reach for the drawer where Eijirou keeps the the ring he doesn't know you know he hides. But frankly, you're the only one who cleans this goddamn house, so it wasn't like you weren't going to find it. You open the red velvet box to blink down at a diamond ring, thumb caressing gem. It glimmers even when the lights are low, and you can't help but be jealous of it—which is silly. You know it'll be yours anyway. The ring is always smoother than you expect it to be, but that thought doesn't last long, because you quickly toss it back into Eijirou's drawer and assume a less suspicious position upon hearing the sink turn off.

"What?" he asks with a small grin as he walks in with a wet towel in hand. "You're giving me that weird look again."

You snort, rolling your eyes before adjusting so you face the ceiling again. Spreading your legs, you demand, "'S nothing. Now clean me up, big boy."

Eijirou huffs at that but he assumes the space between your legs with a light blush. You smile.

He'll do it. When he grows the balls.

[psychedellic-phase]

Straight As

gif creds above!

A/N: this is based on a request I got forever ago! Because I’m SO SLOW IM SORRY!!!

tw: SMUT! (Unprotected sex/creampie, cock warming, praise kink, impregnation kink)

wc: 1.9k

masterlist

“Baby?” You heard Spencer’s voice echo lightly from his office, “Can you come here a second?”

“Coffee?” You called back, grabbing the almost empty pot and bringing it into his office.

You were met with his grinning face, a ghost of a beard on his cheeks and his hair long and curly. You knew he hated his mandatory thirty-days off, but you couldn’t help but love having him around more. The house didn’t feel like home without Spencer Reid.

He had his laptop open, papers covered in red pen all over the desk. His tie was half undone, his shirt unbuttoned so you could see his collarbones.

“No, actually,” He said, taking a sip from his mug that was still full.

You stared at him, still holding the half full carafe, “Oh, well, what did you need?”

A devilish look graced his cheeks, dimples coming out in full force. His eyes were glinting but serious, his lips in a half smile, half pout.

You knew that look, it was a look you’d seen a million times and never got tired of seeing.

“Come sit?” He asked, voice cracking as it always did when he was excited. His eyes raked up your body, which was in one of his t shirts and a pair of shorts.

You smirked, sitting the carafe down on a table before padding over to him.

He slid his chair out, patting his knee, “Darling, please?”

You sat on his thigh, arm round his back and toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. He grabbed your legs, swinging them over the arm or the chair so he could hold you there. His hand was on one buttcheek, the other moving hair away from your eyes.

You laughed, arms both coming around his neck, “You’re affectionate today, Dr. Reid.”

“You’re just so pretty,” He whispered, leaning in dangerously close to your lips, but not quite kissing you.

You could feel his breath on your face, smelling of coffee and altoids, “You have work to do.”

He groaned, “Their papers are insufferable. Does no one know how to use an oxford comma anymore?”

You smiled, tracing the side of his face with your fingertip, “You still have to grade them.”

He nodded, sliding his hand from above your shorts to underneath, palming your ass in his hand slightly, “I know, but I need a break.”

You raised your eyebrows, not minding where this was going at all, “A break?”

He nodded, “Just a short break, with the most beautiful woman in the word.”

He kissed your lips, sucking on the bottom one. You pulled away just slightly, so he couldn’t reach you anymore, “The most beautiful woman in the world, really?”

“Uh-huh,” He whispered, catching you in a kiss again, “The smartest, kindest, sexiest, most amazing woman in the world.”

You kissed him back, tugging at his hair to open his mouth for you. You suckled on his tongue slightly, his hand moving to squeeze at your ass now.

“You flatter me,” you panted between rushed kisses, “Dr. Reid.”

He groaned, “Call me that again.”

You kissed from his lips, across his cheek to his ear. There you sucked just behind it and nibbled at the lobe, “Dr. Reid.”

He lifted you up, reminding you of just how strong he was under those slim-fit suits and cardigans, and placed you on top of all the essays, not caring where the pens and papers fell.

He stood between your legs, leaning over you to kiss you. His kisses were sloppy, rushed, hungry, so, so needy. Your hands landed on the buttons of his shirt, frantically pulling at them so you could get to his chest. He kissed from your lips to your collar bones, stopping to lick and suck at special places on your neck where he knew he could make you whine. Every kiss felt like electricity, so moving down your body down to the familiar wetness and throb between your thighs. His hands were rough as they pulled your shirt over your head, not caring where it ended up as long as it was off of you. He immediately pushed you back so your back was flat on the table, papers scratching at your soft skin as he kissed the valley between your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, laying back like this darling, you know that right? That you’re so, so beautiful.”

All you could do was groan as his lips found your nipple, sucking on it lightly as the other one was pinched.

His shirt was undone, hanging loosely off his body as he kissed across your chest and around your nipples. He grabbed your hips with his arm, pulling you closer to him. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his dick through the thin material of his dress pants. His hair tickled your belly as he moved from your breasts down, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake. You ran your hands through it, tugging on the ends, begging him to go where he was most needed.

He kissed the line above your shorts, toying with the top with his teeth.

“Please, Spence,” You said through ragged breaths.

He pulled back, breathing on your stomach, “What do you want, Darling?”

“You know, taste me,” You pleaded, and he pulled your shorts and panties down at once.

He kissed from the inside of your thighs to your core, where he places a kiss before moving to your other leg. You squirmed under him, begging for some kind of touch, anything.

“You look so gorgeous when you squirm for me,” He said, before licking a fat stripe from bottom to top, making you moan immediately.

His hands found your hips, pinning them down and stopping you from bucking up into him as he sucked and licked every part of you his mouth could touch. He stared up at you, chest heaving as delicious moans filtered throughout the office.

He grinned, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit and sucking there gently. You jolted under his touch. Your hands needed something to hold, and the closest thing they could find were pieces of computer paper. You scrunched them up in your hands, arching your back as he alternated between sucking and viciously licking at your clit.

He didn’t stop until you came on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head as you moaned and cursed.

He continued licking and licking, long after your high had passed, until you were whimpering from oversensitivity. When he finally came up for air, you leaned up to match him, meeting in the middle in an intense kiss.

“I love when you cum for me, darling. I love making you feel good,” He whispered as you kissed along his jaw, “Now be a good girl and bend over this desk for me.”

You happily obliged, head still foggy and legs slightly feeling like jelly as you flipped over.

He dropped his pants just slightly, one hand pulling you closer to him. Your back was arched, ass pressed up in the air just waiting for him to do something. Anything. The air was cool against your wetness, sending a shiver down your spine. The papers felt rough against your nipples as he ran his tip through your folds, groaning as he did so.

“You’re so perfect,” He grunted, as he completely bottomed out inside of you on his first stroke, “Coming when I need you, letting me fuck you over this desk. You’re such a good girl, my good girl.”

“Y-yes I am,” You managed out between the slaps of skin against skin. His pace was brutal, slightly hurting at first and soon dissolving into pleasure. His left hand was wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him as he propped himself up with his right. The papers and books on the table rattled, pens flying off as he shook the desk with his thrusts.

“All mine, pretty, pretty girl, right?”

“All yours, always,” You promised, squeezing your eyes shut in over sensitive pleasure, his thrusts getting more and more erratic as he chased an orgasm similar to the one he had just given you.

He thrusted a few more times before emptying inside of you. He stayed there for a few minutes, not moving, regaining his breath and keeping his cock warm inside of you.

You liked the feeling, responding by clenching and throbbing around him, your second orgasm not attained but still in reach.

He rubbed the dimples at the small of your back, before slowly starting to thrust again. Just small, mini thrusts to fuck his cum back into you. You loved the feeling, groaning and pressing your ass back into him. He did that a few times, before stopping again to sit inside of you.

“I want this to stay inside of you,” He mumbled, “Stay inside that perfect pussy. You like that, darling, do you?”

You nodded frantically, starting to move yourself against him again, still desperately needing that second release. He knew what you needed, and slowly rocked with you, his cock oversensitive, as he roughly thumbed your clit until you were shaking over him again.

When you came down, he finally pulled out, bringing a drip of cum out of you and watching it trail down your lips.

He squatted, licking the stray fluid up as you shuddered under his tongue.

He slid your shorts back up, helped you put your shirt on, and kissed your forehead.

You wobbled as you stood, like a newborn deer.

“You okay?” he whispered, kissing your cheek.

You smiled, “Of course I’m okay.”

You started buttoning up his shirt, smoothing it out and tugging in his collar to fix it, “Can I ask what that was about?”

He shrugged, pecking your lips, “I was frustrated and horny and I just love you.”

You rolled your eyes, kissing him back, “I love you too.”

When you went to leave, you grabbed the carafe and saw him staring down at the essays in horror. They were smudged and crinkled and some were even ripped and covered in mysterious fluids. Pages had been strewn all over the room, most of them not even with the rest of the paper they belonged to.

You giggled, “Sorry for the mess, professor.”

He smiled, “You know what? I think I’m just going to give them all As.”

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[kelieah]

was it worth it? (peter parker x reader)

request (summary) @annamckayla : Hello, ur amazing! I wanted to request an Imagine where the reader and Peter are married with a bby, and after every mission she could be like "was it worth it" (in a kind playful way) and each time he would say yes, but one day the reader is somehow muddled up in this dangerous mission along side a few other ppl, he saves everyone but her, and he doesnt know if it was worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: lil bit of fluff, LOTS of angst so buckle up

edited: this is one of my longest fics so far, i put a lot of effort into this one kdsjnsdkfn

a/n: hehe ily anna but this request not cool dawg (jk ily but writing this hurt like a buttcheek on a stick)

masterlist | teaser

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You look out the window, holding the beautiful baby boy you and Peter made in your arms and rock him back and forth. Your eyes scan over the city buildings, knowing your husband’s somewhere out there stopping crimes and saving lives.

“Did you know Ben, that your daddy is out there kicking butt? Saving lives, almost every day?” you look down at your sleepy baby.

He glances up at you with half-lidded eyes and coos, reaching out to you. You smile warmly and let him grab your finger.

“Yup, that’s right, daddy’s Spider-Man. I almost fainted when he first told me during our Senior year of high school,” you shake your head and chuckle at the memory.

You continue to sway him in your arms until he falls asleep. You hum quiet lullabies and walk over to the bedroom, placing him in his crib that was next to you and Peter’s bed.

Your head snaps up once you hear the bedroom window sliding up slowly. You chuckle quietly and place your hands on your hips, already knowing who it is.

Peter crawls in and onto the ceiling, closing the window with his foot. “Peter Benjamin Parker, you better not jump down. Ben’s asleep,” you warn in a hushed tone.

He looks over at you and takes off his mask, flashing you a sheepish smile. God, you could never get tired of watching him take off his mask like that.

He crawls down the side of the wall and quietly lands, walking over to you. He holds your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead against his, “You seem really beat, Mr. Parker,” you mutter softly.

“I sure am, Mrs. Parker,” he pecks your lips, glancing down into your eyes.

You sigh longingly, curling your fingers in his hair, “Was it worth it?” you tease quietly.

He sighs softly, “Are you going to ask that every single time I go out on a patrol?” he murmurs against your lips.

“Mhm, because you’re not just coming home to your lovely wife. You’re coming home to your lovely wife and baby boy,” you whisper.

“In my eyes sweetheart, it’s worth it to save another one’s life, stop crime and come home to my whole world, you two,” he cups your face, pressing kisses all over.

“But what if you don’t come home one day?” you whisper, feeling your eyes begin to gloss at the thought.

Peter tilts your head up towards him and kisses you deeply, bringing you closer, “You know I don’t know the answer to that. You shouldn’t constantly worry about the future baby, you should try-”

You sigh against his lips and pull away, “I know, Pete. I know,” you mumble.

“I love you, and Ben, so much. Don’t ever forget that okay?” he holds your cheek gently, caressing it.

You place your hand on top of his nodding, “We love you more.”

Some nights he came back without a scratch but most nights he came back with much more than just a scratch.

Ben’s next to the couch sprawled out on a soft blanket, playing with some of his toys.

You’re fixing up some dinner until all of a sudden you hear a thud from your bedroom. You frown and quickly look up, turning off the stove in an instant.

You glance over at Ben making sure he’s fine. He looks up at you with curious eyes, his mouth all over a teething toy. You smile softly then quickly walk over to your bedroom, “Pete?” you peek your head in.

You gasp at the sight of Peter flat on the floor by the window, holding the side of his torso in pain. You rush over and slide next to him, lifting his head up gently to rest him on your lap.

“What happened?” you whisper, placing a hand on his cheek.

He smiles timidly and looks up at you, “I-I’m fine I swear baby, just a little whoopsie,” he breathes out.

Your eyebrows furrow in concern, and slowly lift up his hand. You frown at the deep cut above his hip, “Can you get up? I need to patch you up Peter,” you whisper.

He nods and carefully begins to sit up. You help him stand up and walk him over to the bathroom. You watch him lift himself up on the counter, letting out a sharp grunt.

You sigh, grabbing some cloth from the bottom drawer and handing it to him. “Apply pressure okay? I’m going to check on Ben,” you walk off.

You see Ben begin to doze off and walk up to him, scooping him up in your arms. You hold him gently and head back to the bedroom, placing him in his crib.

You walk back to Peter and get out the medical kit you have nearby at all times. Peter watches you with tired eyes, holding the cloth you gave him to his wound.

You look up at him and press a kiss against his forehead, “I think you need stitches bub,” you hold his cheek. He nods against your touch.

“Okay Mrs. Parker,” his raspy voice making your heart clench.

After stitching him up, you help him clean himself up. You stand in between his legs and wrap your arms loosely around his neck. You give him a concerned look that makes him pout.

“I know what you’re about to say.”

“Was it worth it?”

“Baby,” he groans quietly and pulls your waist close, “Yes, yes it was.”

You hum quietly, threading your hands through his hair, “Why?”

He nuzzles his nose against yours, letting out a quiet sigh, “You know why.”

You exhale and press your lips against his for a moment. He kisses back and holds you closer. You pull away and cup his cheek in your hand, “I guess so,” you whisper.

You never stopped asking him that question every time you came home. Deep down, you dread the day you won’t be able to ask him due to him never returning.

Though you knew it was repetitive and annoying to ask, you couldn’t help but ask. There was this one night where Peter wasn’t having it and the two of you broke out in a fight that thankfully ended in an agreement.

Peter tiredly crawled through the bedroom window, freezing as his enhanced hearing picked out the soft snores that came out of Ben’s mouth.

He smiled softly and closed the window, jumping down quietly. He walks over and adjusts Ben’s small blanket. Peter shuffles over to the kitchen to grab some food.

“Hello to you too,” you piped up from the couch, leaning on the palm of your hand.

“Sorry babe, hi,” he came up to you, bending down to kiss your forehead.

“You okay? Rough night?” you sat up, looking up at him worriedly.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he waves his hand and goes over to the fridge, grabbing some food.

You sighed and followed, leaning against the counter. He heated up his food in the microwave and glanced over at you, “What?” he yawned.

“Was it worth it?” you teased, poking at his side.

Your smile faltered as you noticed he didn’t react. He let out a weak chuckle, “Mhm.”

“Peter, I’ve known you for what? Six years now? You can talk to me bub,” you murmured.

“Do you always have to fucking ask that question? Every single fucking time I come back from risking my life for others, “was it worth it” bullshit? Do you!?” he snapped his voice loud yet low enough to be heard by you but not by Ben. He dragged his hands down his face and looked over at you with the most exhausted expression, waiting for a response.

Your heart raced and you felt your throat begin to swell, never expecting Peter to burst out like that, “I-I never meant for it to upset you P-Pete,” you whispered, “I j-just-”

“You just what huh? Y/n, love, I don’t think you understand what I do out there,” he grits through his teeth, turning off the microwave that went off. “Of course it’s fucking worth it, I’m an Avenger. A hero. It’s what we do! That’s all we fucking do,” he fumed, pacing back and forth.

You inhaled sharply, quickly wiping away your tears that fell from your cheeks before Peter saw but you failed to do so. He stopped in his tracks, his heavy breathing calming down, “S-shit baby, I-I’m so sorry-” he took a step towards you.

You took a step back, “N-no, it’s okay. I get it, it was inconsiderate of me to ask, constantly. I-I just thought it was kind of like an inside joke y-you know? But there’s no excuse for it,” you whimpered, “A-actually a part of me, h-has been wanting to bring up y-your career Peter.”

He nodded, walking over and cupped your face, wiping away your tears, “Talk to me sunshine, I-I’m not mad. I’m not mad at you at all, dammit it’s just been a long day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you just now. I-I’m calm, just talk to me. I’m here, I got you,” he pressed a kiss against your forehead, his words starting to take an affect on you.

You let out a shaky breath and nodded, “Peter, a-are you ever going to consider r-retiring? I-I know you’re young and I know it’s s-selfish of me to say, but you could do so many other great things. L-less risky careers, because we,” you choke slightly on your words, Peter instantly placing a hand on your back to soothe you. “B-because we have a family now Peter, and if you,” you sobbed, “If you died, god I don’t know what’d I do.”

Peter’s heart shattered at your words and he pulled you into a tight hug, bringing your head to his chest. “I know, I know,” he whispered painfully. “Y-you have to trust me, and what I do. I-I love you both, with all my heart. With all my entirety. But I-I just can’t give up what I do.”

You sighed deeply and nuzzled your head into his chest, “I get it Pete,” you sniffled, beginning to calm down. “I really do. But remember what you told me that night when I found out your identity?”

“Wanna check out the other web shooter?” he muttered, playing with your hair.

You stifle a quiet laugh, “Besides that. You told me you kept your secret for the longest time because you didn’t want to put my life in danger. Nor May’s, nor Ned’s. Or anyone close to you,” you sighed. “D-does that not concern you now?”

Peter tensed at your question, “W-well when you put it like that. I feel like shit now,” he grumbled making you chuckle. “Look, I’ll talk to Tony okay? I’d never want to put you in danger, let alone our own son. I-I’ve just been so wrapped up in being this superhero that everyone looks up to that I- I didn’t realize I have everything I could ever need in front of me. You and Ben,” he squeezed you tightly in his arms. You smiled in content, tearing up and held him close.

Even after that argument you had with Peter, you still managed to ask him the question. Luckily without pissing him off. He eventually came up with different creative and adorable responses each time which you absolutely adored.

“Peter, I’m going to run to the store real quick m’kay? Watch Ben,” you walk over to where he’s sitting, wrapping your arms around him.

He looks up at you and you peck his lips causing him to grin, “Okay mama.”

You smile happily, ruffling Ben who’s sitting in his dad’s lap and grab your keys, walking off. Ben pouts slightly and reaches out for you as you leave the apartment.

“Don’t worry buddy, mommy will be back,” Peter ruffles his head gently making him giggle. “Now look,” he props him up to face the TV, “That cool guy right there, that is Luke Skywalker.”

Soon after about two Star Wars movies later, Peter began to get worried. He places Ben who fell asleep back in his crib.

He walks over to his phone and leaves you another message. He paces around for a couple minutes and quickly glances at his phone repeatedly.

His heart jumps out of his heart when he hears your ringtone and immediately picks up, “Y/n? Are you okay? It’s been almost two-”

“Peter Parker,” a low raspy voice answers, “I hope you didn’t forget about me Spider-Man,” he chuckles darkly.

Peter’s eyes widen, panic beginning to rush throughout his body, “Where is she?” he spits.

“She isn’t the only one in danger Parker,” he holds your phone up, a bunch of other voices crying out for help.

“P-Peter!” he hears Aunt May wail out.

“You fucking monster,” Peter snarls, clenching his fist.

“Wilmington Fifth Street, the warehouse on the right. Can’t miss it. If you call backup, all your loved ones will be dead,” the anonymous enemy retorts and ends the call.

Peter quickly calls Tony, “Kid what? It’s like 9-”

“Mr. Stark please s-send someone over to my apartment to watch Ben. I-I have to take care of something please,” Peter explains, putting on his suit.

“On it,” Tony recognizes the panic in his voice, “Do you want me to send backup?” he asks but doesn’t receive a reply as Peter hangs up.

Peter paces around, running his hands through his hair. Within a couple of minutes he hears someone walk up to the front of the door and swings it open before they could knock, “Oh thank god, Happy. Please, watch Ben. I have to go,” he rushes back to the living room.

“O-oh okay, yeah of course. Peter what’s-” Happy asks closing the door behind him.

Peter jumps out the window and swings off to the address that clouded his mind. “God please, please,” he whimpers to himself and eventually lands in front of their warehouse.

He couldn’t just burst through the front door, that’d bring too much attention. Peter looks around and quickly swings up to the roof, finding an entrance from a lifted up window.

He scans the room quickly to see Aunt May, Ned and MJ all tied together. “Karen, is there anyone else is the building?” he mutters lowly.

“Yes. But if you act now, you can save those three,” she states.

“On it,” he grunts and swings down quietly. They all look up at Peter with fearful and tear-filled eyes, shaking their heads.

He quickly takes off the tape on their mouths and unties them, “Peter no he has her-” May sobs.

“I-It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay. All of you need to get out of here now. Police are on their way, they’ll be around the corner,” they all nod in response, too shaken up to say anything. He leads them towards a backdoor entrance. “Where’s Y/n?” he asks, before letting them go.

“She’s in the back, w-with the Vulture,” Ned looks over at Peter.

“He came back?” Peter’s breath hitches. “N-no time, okay go,” he pushes them out and quickly swings back inside.

“Karen, where are they?” Peter whimpers under his breath. She instantaneously shows the whole warehouse mapped out and where she detected two life forms.

Peter rushes over to the back and slams the door open. You sat there tied up in a chair and unconscious.

“Y-Y/n,” he sobs, stumbling over towards you.

“I wouldn’t,” a voice rings from behind you. Peter snaps his head up and shoots a web towards the voice.

The Vulture’s new and improved wings cut his web as it came towards him, “You know Parker, all those years ago. When you were a little fucking Freshman, you took everything from me. Everything.”

“You’re supposed to be in jail,” Peter snaps, walking over to him swinging a fist to his masked face. The Vulture’s wings are too fast and slashes his arm before Peter could make contact. 

Peter lets out a strained yelp and gets kicked down by him. “Now, I’m going to take everything away from you, starting off with your wife,” he spits, placing his weighted foot down on Peter’s head.

Peter yells in frustration and shoves him off, attacking him with all the power and rage he mustered up. The Vulture easily blocks his attacks and slams him against the wall, “Tsk tsk. You never learn,” he steps on him roughly and repeatedly. Kicking him down with his weaponized and sharp boots. Peter weakly attempts to block his blows but fails. The Vulture chuckles darkly and walks over to you, shaking the blood off his boot.

“N-no, Y-Y/n, please n-no,” he gets up slowly, his ears beginning to ring and his sight becoming blurry. The Vulture circles you, cutting off your restraints and kicks you to the floor, your body falling to the ground with a thud.

You wake up to a sharp pain impaling your stomach, the Vulture’s point of his wing shoved into your torso. You let out a blood-curdling scream, bright red seeping out from your clothes. You feel something warm and thick begin to spill from your mouth.

“Y/n!” Peter shouts, tears streaming down his face. He limps over to you and falls by your side, screaming out in agony.

Suddenly the walls shake and Tony appears with the rest of the Avengers that were nearby to help. “Fuck,” the Vulture mutters and makes a run for it, about to fly off.

Tony blasts him down and flies down, managing to fight him off. Steve helps him out and they capture him, getting his weapons off him as they cuff him up.

You look around beginning to see white. Your ears fill with ringing and faint voices, until a familiar weak voice snaps you back into reality for a moment.

“M-my pretty girl, h-hey. Hey,” Peter whispers, brings your head onto his lap.

“P-pete?” you barely whisper, weakly raising your hand to his cheek.

“Y-yup that’s me. Your husband, the father to our child,” he shakily holds your hand against his cheek.

“B-Ben? Baby B-Benjamin?” you ask, eyes fluttering as you stare into Peter’s glossy eyes.

He nods in response, tears dripping down from his face onto yours.

You go silent for a while, trying to process everything that just happened. Peter chokes on his sobs, and brings you close to his bruised body.

“P-Peter?” you rasp.

“Y-yes my love?” he sniffles, brushing a hair out of your face.

“W-was it worth it?” you ask tiredly, lips quivering as a slow tear rolls down your cheek.

He lets out a loud strained sob, shaking his head furiously, “N-no. No it wasn’t. It wasn’t,” he wipes away your single tear with his thumb.

You barely curl your lips in an attempt to smile and close your eyes, going limp in his arms. Peter bursts out in a fit of sobs and hugs you close to his body, his body trembling against yours.

Tony and the rest of the team stand around nearby, pain filling their hearts and tears welling up in their eyes as Peter cries out in misery.

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Little Housewife

Yandere!Dabi x reader, 5k

Warning: smut, porn with very little plot, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, praise kink, dirty talk, dubious consens, yandere behavior, stockholm syndrom, culilingus, somnophillia mentioned,

A/N: First time writing smut, English isn’t my first language, not beta read, also haven’t written anything that long in a long time

This was inspired by @honeyyandere respons to my dabi houswife thirst thanks darling for reminding me of my pregnancy kink

She sighed happily as she looked out of the kitchen window, her hand on her slowly swelling belly. This little house in the suburbs was so different to the small flat Dabi had originally taken her two years ago. Even though it still tugged on her heartstrings thinking about that place, after all it was the place she fell in love with the handsome man. Or actually wasn’t it before that, in that alleyway? She giggled slightly, it didn’t matter much now, did it? What did anything  matter outside this house and her young family? She should be grateful for all that her love has done for her.

No one else would have loved her enough to care about her anyways. The thought made her lips turn downward for a second before she focused on the stew on the stove instead. It has been boiling for a little while now and will be done soon. Hopefully Dabi would be home in time today. She had been seeing him even less since they moved, only really when he would crawl in bed with her at night. Waking her up with his movements or at latest when his fingers or mouth would wander to her private place to reward her for dinner. More than once she woke up with him already inside her, hovering above her and growling about some stupid idiot next to her ear. The memory made her shiver and let a warmth rush down her body.

She pushed herself away from the counter before she got any stupid ideas. Dabi didn’t like it when she touched what was his. She moved through the hallway on the way to the backyard wanting to get some more herbs for the stew. Y/N frowned when she saw the rug, it had laid there since before they moved in but recently during cleaning she had discovered a big spot underneath it, similar in color to the small ones that stained the side of their bed. The previous owners really had been careless with the place. Even Dabi seemed displeased with them, judging from the face he made when she complained about the ones on their bed. And that meant a lot from how his flat originally looked like. She moved through the hallway out into the garden, the grass soft under her feet. A wind blew through the green oasis tugging at the skirt of her dress and she only remembered at the last moment to hold it down so her neighbors wouldn’t be able to see her privates, not bothering to wear underwear all by herself.

Humming slightly to herself she wandered to the small herbal plants, at least this part of the estate had been taking care of. She took some herbs and then wandered back to the house. Lost in her thoughts about little baby onesies and which of the many rooms of the second floor should be their babies home. Maybe the one right at the corner of the stairs, would be fitting for the first born. The rest would be easily filled with their siblings.

She went through the backdoor, fixing something that wasn’t in the right place in the hallway so everything was tidy. This was the thing she could do to pay back for the way Dabi cared for her, she wasn’t easy to love she had realized that now. A clean house, good meals and her womb to bear his child. Y/N entered the kitchen, sprinkled the herbs before stirring once again.

She nearly screamed when an arm wrapped around her midriff, but the deep voice that growled into her ear put her at ease at once. “Doll”, Dabi pulled her back into his chest. Giddily Y/N turned in his embrace and nearly jumped in his arms, her heart bursting seeing him. He smiled down at: “Easy there, don’t want to hurt you two” he captured her lips with his and she melted into him. Their lips moved against each other, his hands moved to her lower back sending a small shiver through her. Y/N’s hands moved into the man's hair pulling him closer trying to close the gap between their bodies. A small whimper left her when he pulled away, making her blush and him chuckle. The azur eyes moved from her face to the stove behind her. “This smells good, what is it?” “Stew! It’s nearly done. Take a seat”, she excitedly pointed to the dinner table she had set like every night, but this time he was here! “Alright”, he grinned at her state. She missed the warmth of his arm when he let go but she plated the food fast, turned the stove off and carried it to the table where he had taken place. “Careful, doll”, a look of worry crossed his face making her feel warm before she put the plates down. Taking a seat, she expectantly looked at him waiting to see how he liked it. He always showed his gratefulness for the food but she nearly never got to see his reaction. It seemed as if he was stiffing a chuckle before taking a bite. His eyes widened: “It’s really good!”

Y/N grinned at him: “I seasoned it with the herbs from the garden! I’m so happy the previous owner at least took care of that part of the house” She took her own bite and missed the look on his face when she mentioned the previous owners. “Yeah they truly didn’t know how to treasure such a precious thing” Dabi took her hand across the table and smiled at Y/N, who’s checks were once again warm. They finished their dinner while she excitedly chatted about her day while he mainly smiled and nodded.

Dabi gave her a quick kiss before leaving to take a shower murmeln a small thanks against her lips. She quickly did the dishes and then made her way up the stairs to their bedroom which faced the backyard. She walked through the room and closed the balcony doors. lingering in the last sun rays for a short moment. Summer was slowly coming to an end, not that she would ever be cold with Dabi around her. Their child will most likely be born around christmas, just the thought of being able to spend the holidays with her own little family made her heart flutter.

She went over the bed to pull back the covers, not really caring that the position made her skirt hike up revealing her pussy to the silent room. It might be a little early for most people their age to go to bed but Dabi had an exhausting job and only was able to sleep knowing she was in his arms.  A rough hand laid itself on her bare bottom and Dabi let out a pleased growl behind her. “Stay like this” Y/N heard something drop behind her, heat rushing to her face and groin.

“Have you been thinking about me?”, her lover asked, a finger tracing her labia, picking up some slick left over from her thoughts she had earlier the evening. “I hope it was me, otherwise I would be greatly disappointed”

She shook her head: “No! Just you, only you!” The thought of him being disappointed in her formed a clump of ice in her stomach, he was her world after all.

Dabi growled again before he plunged into her. Y/N let out a loud moan with sudden intrusion. He pulled her by the hips deeper on his cock, one hand finding his way to her belly. “You’re so gorgeous like this. My pretty little wife.” He snapped his hips into her even though his trust weren’t nearly as brutal as they used to be before her pregnancy . Y/N mewled beneath him, his cock still filling her up completely. She clenched around his shaft at his words and he let out a growl: “ You are on my mind all day, little one. Just thinking about you waiting for me, full and ripe” His fingers sliding from her stomach to her little bundle of nerves. Pleasure shot through her making Y/N bury her face in the sheets. “I hate wasting my whole day with these idiots and their useless nonsense “ Dabi drove into her harder and she let out a startled gasp. He stilled immediately, a concerned hand wandered to her stomach. She grabbed it and interlaced it with his bellow her belly button: “We’re fine. Everything's fine” It hadn’t really hurt her, being used to much rougher handling from her lover. Dabi pressed a loving kiss to her shoulder blade,his scared bottom lip giving it a pleasant scratchy sensation that she had come to love. Releasing the breath he was holding and he gently started moving again. “My precious little doll” He littered kisses along her spine through the thin fabric of her dress, his hand not straying from her stomach this time. She felt the heat within her rising, his cock hitting all the right spots to make her see stars. “You’re so good to me”, Dabi fondelt her ass, making her push back into him. “Nobody could treat me so well as you do. A perfect little housewife but also such a slut”, He growled, nipping and kissing at her neck. Y/N breath came out in little pants, eyes closed in bliss. “Presenting yourself to me like that. I bet you didn’t wear panties the whole day only waiting for me to come home to take you. Did you?” When no response but a gentle moan came, he landed a hard slap on her buttcheek. “Y-yes”, she spluttered. Heat, even though she didn’t think it was possible to add anymore, rising to her cheeks and her pussy gushed around his cock, the juice flowing down her thigh. Dabi picked up the pace: “Of course you did, Doll. That’s what your life is about. This cock inside you, breeding you. This man, taking you. I’m all that you need, right?”, his hand left her stomach and he lifted her upper body from the bed by her throat. The new angel hitting even deep inside her. Y/N cried out, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. She had been with him for years at this point but she could never get used to the way he talked to her, so different from the pristin way she was raised. And she could never stop the light tingle of shame over the hot arousal filling her when Dabi treated her like this. Toes curling into the carpet, climax aproching she couldn’t respond “Do you want your man to fuck another child into you? I bet there's still space in that precious womb of yours.”, He stopped his movement when she once again failed to respond. The tears in her eyes threatened to spill over “Tell me do you want that”, Dabi tightened his hand around her throat slightly. “Please”, she whispered. “Huh”, he pulled her even more into his chest, his staples rubbing against her back, “I didn't hear you” A single tear slipping out of her eyes, the hand around her starting to hurt, even though he refused to put real pressure into it like he used to, his cock filling her to the brim ,her arousal dancing dangerously close to the edge. “Please”, she managed to get out, her breath laborded. “Please, what?”, the smile was evident in his voice. Y/N whimpered, more tears running down her cheeks. She knew he liked this and could play this game the whole evening. Getting off of her shame, the way she cried and was helpless in his grasp. She swallowed thickly against his hand, staring at the ceiling of their beautiful home. “Please, breed me, love” Dabi sight and starting up his trusts again, slow and agonizing. “keep going my little cry baby. Tell me what a whore you are for me, you don’t think this little belly is enough for me right” The hand that wasn't around her throat gently caressed the swell of her stomach. Y/N whimpered again, the trust being too shallow to push her over the edge, her pussy juice freely running down her leg onto the carpet she deep cleaned this morning. “I want you”, she interrupted herself and cried out when he thrusted into her a bit harder,” I want you to stuff me, make me swell even more. I want them to know I’m yours” He let out a low groan and picked up the pace, essentially bouncing her on his cock. “Do you? Maybe tomorrow I should take you in the garden. Would you like that? The fence isn’t that tall. Imagine how easily our neighbours could see you, getting fucked by me. Just me”, he mused and hot shame ran through her as she gushed around him once again. Only for him to chuckle. “Oh? Does my little doll get off on that? The thought of everyone knowing you belong to me? Is that why you are always so wet and welcoming for me? Does the fact that there is no way you can hide your stretching womb from the world get you off? Do you like wandering this world with my child inside you, showing them that you belong to me?” Y/N cried out, tears falling freely down her cheeks, them being redder than her ass after that one time she tried to visit her parents. “Y-Yes', she choked out, shame and arousal coiling in her stomach. Dabi let out a moan and lowered her back to the bed, hands gripping her hips tightly. “That’s my good little fuckdoll”, he pushed into her expertly, “Come for me” The coil in her abdomen snapped making her scream into the sheets, toes curling and gushing all over his cock. Him following soon after with a low moan, savering the feeling of her clenching around him before slowly slipping out of her.

Dabi gently rolled her on her back and further onto the bed so she wouldn’t fall down. If he hadn’t been so tired by today's messed up mission, he would have been hard again by sight in front of him alone. Her face red and blotchy, covered in tear streaks with the occasional tear running down her check. The chest heaving under the pulled up fabric of her innocent white summer dress, which did very little to conceal the little bump of their child. Her legs spread open leaving him a perfect view of her spent pussy covered in her own juice with his cum leaking out. He made a distasteful noise and shoved it back in, making Y/N meawl and trying to push his hand away. He shushed her, laying down on his side next to her, littering small kisses over her face while he lazily pumped his finger inside her, his thumb finding her little nerve bundle making sure all of his semen stays where it’s supposed to be. It didn’t take long for her to come undone from his fingers, hiding her face in his shoulder. Dabi chuckled: “Still so shy, as if you weren't begging for me just a minute ago”

Even though his tierd body couldn’t muster a second errection today, that mission had been a complet fuck up after all, ending with most of them injured, his hunger wasn’t quite satisfist and with his prettly little thing so trusting in his arms how could he resist. His lips slowly wandered down from her forehead over her cheek to her neck. He spend a little more time biting and sucking at the tender skin, savoring the shaky breath she took underneath him before moving on. He slowly pulled down the straps of her dress liking and kissing at the swell of her breast before slowly revealing her erect nipple to him. Dabi took it in his mouth sucking and nibbling at the bud. Making delicious moans spill from her lips. How long did it take until they started lactating? He had to research that again. Maybe she would let him have a taste of it, not that she ever really said no to him. He pulled away leaving a finger to trace it. “I have heard they get bigger during pregnancy, noting any differences yet, doll?”, he looked up at her flushed face, making sure to keep his voice casual knowing that it drove her mad. “N-No”, she stuttered. “Sad”, he said before moving from her breast to her belly, his lust slipped from his mind for a bit. “Hey there little one”, he placed a kiss to each side next to her belly button.

Dabi remembered how his heart had dropped when she had told him she was pregnant. He had already been far too often concerned about having taken her, she would have been so much saver at her parents house not with a wanted villain like him. But they had been trying so hard to take her from him, going as far as having bodyguards around her 24/7. The thought alone made him want to burn everything in his sight down. The only thing lifting the clouds from his head at that time was that bright smile on her face, happy about starting a family with him. How different to the beginning when she would scream and yell at his sight alone. But that smile also reminded him why he had to keep her, without it he would go insane in this cruel world.

Y/N hadn’t started showing until a few days ago, at least it seemed to him like it had suddenly been there. Probably stemming from the fact that he barely got to see her in daylight these days. That fucker shigaraki seemed to work in full speed, making them go on one mission after another. Dabi couldn’t really tell him about his situation, the league of villains didn't exactly have health benefits or maternity leave. And he wasn’t close enough with any of them to discuss his private life with them. Not that they wouldn’t try to pray any bits of it out of him. They were already suspicious at him leaving the city for this house, making warp dudes job a lot harder than it already was having to collect him from further away. But he wouldn’t let any of them near his precious doll, not wanting to put her more into danger than she already was.

Dabi kept pressing kisses to the slightly stretched skin, muttern sweet nothing against it. “D-Dabi”, Y/N hand grabbed onto his hair lightly pushing his head down. He grinned : “Yes Doll? I’m currently having a conversation” Y/N flushed above him, struggling to maintain eye contact with him, gently pushing on his head again but still keeping that pretty little mouth shut. “You’re not jealous of the attention are you?”, the raven head teased but for once followed her lead downwards to her glistening sex. Not willing to submit to her completely he turned his head to her thigh, lapping up some of the juice that had started to dry. Purposefully scratching the staple of his checks along the soft flesh. Y/N had confessed how much she enjoyed the sensation once and he would be a horrible lover to deprive her of something she liked so much right. His darling whimpered above him. “My quirk’s fire, not mind reading, you know?!”, he dragged his hands going up towards her sex but trailed them down again before he reached it. Had it been a few months ago he might had heated  up his palms to tease her a little, not enough to really hurt but enough to send a little trill down her spine. But just like he would rather kill himself than truly hurt his love, he would neve put his quirk anywhere near his child if he could help it. “Please touch me”, y/n managed to bring across her lips. “But I am touching you, am I not?”, his teeth nipped closer to her sex. “Please Touch my”, she stopped hand curling into the sheets, eyes wandering away from him across the room in thought. He laughed lightly, still the little church girl wasn’t she. “Your pussy?”, Dabi finished for her scentence, enjoying the wait the blush creeped over her face down to her neck. “Is that what you want? Me eating you out? My tounge in your clit? Me pleasing you with my mouth”, he continued teasing. Lifting his mouth from her thigh that at this point was nearly purple with love bits, both old and now, he hovered over her sex looking up at her. She gave a nod before catching herself and whispering a small yes. “How naughty of you”, he placed a kiss on her clit making her squirm, “we’re not even married yet “ was the last thing he said before diving into her. Eating her as she was his last meal, lapping and sucking at her core. Slurping every bit of her juice up before poking his tounge into her opening. Having her trash above her, moans leaving her lips, whispering swear praise had him in ecstasy. It didn’t take long before she came silently screaming, arching her back of the mattress. Dabi looked up at her contemplating on keeping going, but the labored breath and the exhausted look on her face made himself stop. He remembered how clean all the carpets on the second floor had seemed when he walked to take a shower, she must have been on her feet the whole day. Dabi moved up her body gently placing his lips on hers. He would have enough time to overstimulated her into oblivion in a few months.

Dabi got up, put on the sweatpants he had dropped earlier, leaving the room. Y/N laid in their shared bed, her breathing and skin color slowly returning back to normal. Still shaky she sat up, pushing her hair out of her sweaty face. Dabi returned shortly after he had left and picked her up wordlessly. She naturally put her arms around his neck, cuddling into his chest savoring the feeling of the different skin structure under her touch. He carried her to the master bathroom where he had drawn her a bath. Gently placing her down on the edge of the tub, taking off her dress and helping her slip into the warm water. “Is it too warm?” he asked, remembering reading that pregnant women shouldn’t take hot baths. Y/N shakes her head leaning back slightly and resting one hand on her stomach. His naturally joined hers: “Did I hurt you?” Just the thought of it made a sick feeling creep up his spine. He had toned down his manhandling of her significantly but something inside of him just couldn’t control herself when she was so small and dainty in his arms. Y/N gave him a smile: “No, it just seems natural to place my hand there” He hummed bending over the edge of the tub, cold and hard against his chest, to place a kiss on her stomach just above the water surface.  Blushing his lover turned her head away, which earned her a dark laugh from him: “We just fucked and you’re still shy” “I guess that never is going to go away”, she mumbled, the heat not leaving her face the whole time Dabi helped her wash herself, both of them sharing sweet whispers and giggles between small kisses he would place on her skin.

After he lifted her out of the tub, against her protest, dressed her in one of the fluffy bathing ropes, he carried her back to their bedroom.

It washed over Y/N like cold water: “Your scars! Did you take care of them after your shower?” “Doll” he grumbled, wanting only to place her on the bed and to go to sleep even though he couldn’t say her concern didn’t make his heart swell. Knowing that that responds meant a clear no and without much thinking she  jumped out of his arms. Fear gripped his previously warm heart for a slip second: “Y/N!” Said woman stood in front of him like a deer in headlights. He only ever used her name when she did something terrible, it sounded awful, foreign to her. Dabi grabbed her face: “Don’t ever do that again!” Tears pricked her eyes once again, she only wanted to take care of him, she acted without thinking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, she whimpered. “You are never allowed to leave my arms without my permission do you understand!” She nodded rapidly, but the fingers digging into her cheeks only thingend. “Yes, love. I promise”, she answered in a small voice. Dabi released her face, pulling the woman into his chest. “It’s not just you now, you have to remember that” “Yes”, she whispered meekly, trying to blink away the tears. He sighed, as he let go of her: “Now go get your goddamn balm if it means so much to you” Dabi made his way over to sit on the bed, which was still messy from their previous activities, a fact his darling disliked. He couldn't fully stop the smirk on his lips as he saw the disapproving face towards it from her, but for once held his tongue. Y/N grabbed the small jar stored in one of the bedside tables moving between Dabis legs and started applying the balm all over his burned skin. It was an old ritual they both had, her previous nursing experience making her aware of how sensitive burn scars are. She had left their flat to get the special, and very expensive, balm from a pharmacy across town. He had been so ready to burn down everything when she reappeared in front of him with the biggest smile possible on her face proudly presenting the tub. It was the only time he hadn’t punished her for leaving even though he made it clear to never do so without his permission again. Y/N frowned at how little was left in the tub, they always needed a lot for him: “I have to get a new one tomorrow” “No”, he said maybe a bit too harshly. Her doe eyes stared at him, she had been granted the right to leave with his permission a long time again, she didn’t understand what changed: “Have I not been good?” Ice accumulated in her stomach again, Heart Beating rapidly. She only had ever tried her best, wanting to give back to him after all he had done for her, but she seemed to lose his good side to her more and more over the last few weeks. She had tried her hardest to please him, maybe he did finally lose interest in her now that she’s pregnant. Y/N had heard from some of her friends before that their husbands lost interest in them when they got pregnant. Was this happening to them too? Was what he’s been saying during love making only to please her, to fulfill her disgusting fetish? Obviously. He probably only stayed with her because he was such a good man and felt responsible for them. “Doll”, Dabis rough voice pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts, pulling her closer and pushing a strand of her out of her face. “It’s too dangerous for you to go out alone in your state, I couldn't bear the thought of either of you getting hurt when I'm not there to protect you. Remember when I installed all those alarms?” Y/N nodded, swallowing thickly. Dabi pulled her into a soft kiss, taking the jar from her: “I’ll get the balm tomorrow alright? No need to worry your pretty little head” She nodded and let him pull her down with him. Them curling around each other, his hand reaching for her stomach: “I would burn the whole world down before I let them take you from me”

[ahiddenpath]

100 Questions

So I reblogged this 100 question list, and some of the Qs were real bangers.  I picked my top five to answer!  You can ask me more, if you’d like!  More below the cut.

22.)  How long does it take you to fall in love with somebody?  Is the sensation of ‘falling in love’ or ‘being in love’ better?

I don’t think falling in love or being in love exists, as an emotion or state.  Actually, there was a period where I lowkey wondered if I was... missing some kind of emotional “love” capacity, because love never felt the way I was taught it would: a sensation in my body, like hunger or anxiety or happiness.  And this isn’t limited to romantic love, either.

For example, I had a cat from roughly age seven to my mid twenties.  When she began to deteriorate, I wondered- will I miss her?  Surely, I like that she’s around, and I like her.  But I don’t feel emotions about her.  I probably won’t miss her?  These thoughts seemed monstrous to me- how could I be so cold towards my pet of 18 years? 

And as I thought these things, I continued to give her lots of attention, feed her, take her to the vet for her many end-of-life trips, and patiently deal with her accidents caused by kidney failure.  I genuinely didn’t see that caring for her so kindly was love- I was looking for some kind of big emotion.

When she passed, I was so bereaved that my back went out, and I was immobile for a week (you can’t make this shit up.  I literally had to get a muscle-relaxant injection in my buttcheek because my muscles were so locked up.  I didn’t fall or hurt myself in any way, it was 100% grief).

Clearly, many people experience love as an emotion- we learn about butterflies and crushes and attraction and big sweeping FEELS early on.  For me, love is genuinely wanting to give my best self to someone- to want to give them my time, attention, and care.  To want them around, to seek them out.  I want happiness and health for everyone, but someone you love- you’re willing to put enormous personal effort in to promote their well-being.

It’s quiet, deliberate, subtle... but given with joy.

24.)   Do you think you really understand your gender and sexuality?

Okay, so you probably know that I identify as, vaguely, “somewhere on the gray scale.”  I feel like it’s so difficult to pin down, because-  Am I asexual and/or aromantic, or am I just...  Absolutely disinterested in romance, ie, the western phenomenon that is generally traced back to the tenets of chivalry?  

I struggle so much to put these vague and confused feelings into words, so-  Please bear with me.  

A few years ago, a friend sent me a scene from an Indian movie- I think it was an adaptation of Romeo and Juliet.  The scene was Romeo and Juliet meeting at a party- it was colorful and huge!  Then she sent me another clip- it’s hard to remember, but they were in bed and playing with incense- like, making the clouds of it move- and I was like, “Dude-  Is this-  Is this sexy?  I have never watched a scene on film and thought it was sexy???”

My friend said, “It’s sensual.  People setting the mood and enjoying each other.  Western movies tend to follow romance scripts- They went on a date, he gave her flowers/provided for her financially, he messed up, then fixed it with a grand gesture.  It’s formulaic- some people love it, some people are bored with it by the time they’re teens.”

So- I like intimacy and sensuality.  I don’t like romance and sex as it’s generally understood in the west.  I still think I’m somewhere on the greyscale, but-  I don’t know which aspect contributes more to my attitudes towards romantic love and sex.

As for gender, I can’t say I’ve ever wondered if I wasn’t female.  I have wondered if gender is a concept we should bother with- should our physical appearance shape how we’re treated to the extent that it does?  But I also know how important gender is for lots of people!  It’s an interesting subject, but also one I tend to worry about discussing- I don’t want to accidentally hurt someone.  

40.)   What makes a person ‘good’? Are you a ‘good person’?

A dear friend is insistent that there is no such thing as “good” humans and “bad” humans.  We’re all just... humans.  

I chewed on this for years, because- surely someone who, say, commits murder is “bad.”  But, slowly, as I matured, I think I started to understand her.  No one is saying that crimes should be overlooked and there is no right and wrong.  But what you judge is the crime itself, and only in a court of peers.

The moment we start sorting people into “good” and “bad” is the moment we start slipping towards, “this kind of person is better than that kind,” which can go in many terrible and disastrous directions.

We aren’t meant to sit around judging people, deciding who is worthy and unworthy.  We’re meant to do our best and support others when we’re able.

50.)   What do you expect from a friend or partner?

I JUST ABOUT LOST MY MIND WHEN I SAW THIS Q ON THE LIST!

So it turns out that people talk about their love lives a lot, especially if they are looking for a partner.  I realized that people always talk about what they want from a partner...  But I had literally never heard anyone talk about what they expect to give their partner.

I started asking.  “Okay.  So that’s what you want from a significant other.  What do you want to offer/give them?”

It turns out this is an efficient way to cause system failure, lol!!!!!

But here’s the thing- the world we live in takes and takes and takes and takes from people.  We’re all searching for comfort, for people to lean on, for support and presence and connection.  It’s one of the most precious things out there.  It’s no wonder that everyone wants it, and that we feel the need for it so keenly, so painfully.

So very many of us are desperate for support and connection, and for whatever reason, my American culture points to a monogamous romantic relationship as the strongest source of it.  If you offer someone love and care, many people will devour it to the last crumb.  Usually, it isn’t because they’re consciously greedy.  It’s because the need is so great, and we are taught that the best source is a significant other.

So, when it comes to dating, I think it’s absolutely paramount to know how much you can give and where your boundaries are before you start.  It’s also important to remind yourself that, even in the beginning stages, the other person is also a human who has wants, needs, and expectations from you.  What are you willing to provide?  If you only take, they will eventually catch on and realize they are being used.  If you only give, you will eventually realize that you are depleted.

So, what are you willing to give?

75.)   Do we have a moral obligation to care for others? To what extent?

Have you ever heard that story where Benedict Cumberbatch stopped an assault, and he was basically like (paraphrasing), “Don’t call me a hero, I just did what I had to.”

Basically, humans looking after humans is... you guessed it, humans being humans!  We’re a social species that only survived this long by working together.  No one can hunt, watch children, make warm clothes, care for the elderly, cook the food, gather herbs, make medicine, and care for the sick in a single day.  We get it done by working together and splitting tasks.  

It looks different in the modern world- we mostly pay for goods and services instead of trading skills.  But there are still so many places in the world where people only survive by helping each other.  This is especially true in low income areas.  Most people have experienced hard times, and want to help others when hard times come for them.

That said, my country’s current situation generates a black hole of need (financial, emotional, healthwise, etc).  It’s important to help others, but pivotal to know when you need to recover and take care of yourself.  You can’t pour from an empty cup.

And those were the 5 Qs where I felt like I had the most interesting perspectives/ things to say/offer!  I hope they were interesting, and not just hot air, lol!  It was really engaging to come up with responses for them.

[trustmypoisong7]

Purple Butterfly

This is actually JUST an imagination.

— smut

— GOT7 x y/n

- this will totally be inappropriate to young audiences so please, leave if you're below 18

— there may be typo errors and grammatical errors so forgive me for that

— Again, THIS IS PURE IMAGINATION.

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You and Mark went back to the hotel after taking out your orders after treating you to a luxurious restaurant which you thought was a date, it was not.

Mark let you enter the lobby first by holding the door open and the doorman held it as Mark entered after you.

You greeted some people in the lobby as they have already recognized you since you were always there at the hotel every week.

"Please press our floor." Mark said with his low, husky voice.

"Yes sir." You playfully saluted and pressed the '9' button.

"Why'd you take me out on a fancy restaurant if it wasn't even a date?" You asked, crossing your arms on your chest.

Mark averted his eyes quickly as he wasn't trying to focus on your breasts as you cross your arm.

He cleared his throat then faced the elevator door before answering, "Let's just say I wanted to try it there and I needed a plus one to get in there."

"User." You said as you smiled. The door 'dinged' then it opened, you went out first and he followed. You turned right and at the end of the hall, since you had the key card, you opened it revealing a very noisy guys. Jinyoung was trying to watch television in peace but then laughing at what Jackson jokes about, Yugyeom and Bambam were their usual younger selves, playing around, Jaebeom was trying to join Jinyoung in acting as if he's quiet too and watching with him but then ended up laughing at how hilarious Jackson is. And also there's Youngjae who makes everyone laugh louder 'cause of his laugh.

"What the hell have you all been doing?" You asked, trying to silence down the noise by turning the tv off. Mark placed the take out on the table and washed his hands and then joined the others.

"So, how was your date?" Jackson asked, sitting on the bed as if he was a kid and was about to listen to story time.

"See, Mark. Told you it was a date." I grinned and Mark just chuckled.

"It was quiet. I did most of the talking." I answered Jackson, making Mark react.

Yugyeom and Bambam quietly peeked into the take out and getting what's theirs without being noticed. But of course, they were noticed, by Mark.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Please leave me some food or else." You widen your eyes to all of them, trying to threaten but ended up laughing instead.

"Go enjoy your bath, I'll save you some, don't worry." Jaebeom said as he stood up and looked at the take out.

You placed your towel on the towel rack and and your clothes on the table beside the sink. You undress and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature from default cold to just enough warmth.

As you were waiting for it to change, you heard one of the guys, obviously Jackson because of his distinctive voice, telling the young ones to open the window so you guys will be eating on the balcony to enjoy the fresh air.

As you were in the middle of taking a shower, bubbles still on your hair because of the shampoo and some soap on your body as you were scrubbing, it was awfully quiet. Knowing the guys, they're always at the top of their lungs as if the one they're talking to is deaf.

But you hear faint moanings, you don't know if it was something they're watching. Good thing you were almost done, so you just wiped yourself dry and wore your clothes. Towel wrapped up on your hair, humming a tune while fixing your clothes. You arranged your stuff back on your bag and went out.

You quickly shrieked as a purple butterfly landed on your nose bridge, showing all of its glory to you. It flew off, then revealed the reason why the boys were quiet.

All of them were waiting for you, but naked.

You felt something, something so strong you cannot or do not have the urge to fight back.

Jinyoung stood up and approached you, kissing you roughly. His tongue trying to slid in in your mouth, which you did answer back, by letting his tongue explore your mouth. Saliva escaping both your mouths in too much sloppy kissing.

He cupped your breasts and you pushed him on the bed, still not breaking that sloppy kiss, you roughly took of his top, making him groan. Jackson broke your kiss with Jinyoung and he took your top off almost roughly as well and kissed you, deep and passionate. You're still on top of Jinyoung when he was trying to unbotton your shorts.

You're now fully naked and all of its glory, as well as the boys. Jaebeom went on top of you, kissing your neck with such passion, and yet you know he's trying not to hurt you but he can't help but leave lots of hickeys on your neck and shoulders and chest.

He finally reached your breasts, sucking those nipples left and right. He nibbles on the right and sucks on your left breast, leaving you breathless, curling your toes in ecstasy.

"Jaebeom ... ah." You moaned so loud as his tracing fingers reached your most sacred part, in between your thighs.

Mark pushed Jaebeom off of you and Mark quickly suck those folds, making you arch your back and curl your toes, grasping the sheets with your fingers. You moaned Mark's name as he was licking his way inside you. You can hear the licking sounds and the way he moans under his breath as he was licking your pussy clean.

On the side you saw Youngjae and Jaebeom kissing, Youngjae's hand were masturbating Jaebeom's member, and vice versa.

Jinyoung was lying stomach flat on the bed beside you, while Yugyeom was inserting his member on Jinyoung's butthole, making both of them moan and groan, releasing their husky, horny voices.

Jackson was pinned on the wall by Bambam, you can hear both of them moaning as Jackson was riding Bambam.

Exhales and moans filled the room.

Mark stood up and masterbated, you went on your knees on the bed and grabbed his member, licking the tip, making him shiver and moan, arching his head back in pleasure.

You suck his cock slowly until you reached the end, trying not to gag, which you succeeded. You slowly took the pace, bobbing your head back and forth, back and forth, until Mark held your hair and moving your head instead.

You almost throw up but he quickly grab your hair to meet his lips, and the precum from his member, he took from your mouth as he kissed you sloppy.

He pushed you on the bed and he quickly crawl on too of you and sliding his member to your pussy, making you arch your back and moaning.

"Oh my — you're too big I can't — oh shit." You grasp for air, trying to take in his huge member. He slowly moved, making your walls familiarize his mamber, asking for permission to let it in, which it did. Both of ou are riding in unison, moans are in sync, as well as for the others.

Mark was quickly getting his pace, he kissed you, absorbing your moans in his mouth. You grabbed his hair, pushing his head to yours, deepening the kiss as he did his final push to you.

"I'm cuming." Mark said in between moans and breaths.

"I am too. Oh god." You exhaled and clawed your nails on his back, making his back bleed in beads.

He cum inside you and all of the guys came inside for their partners as well. You noticed the purple butterfly flew outside, then you all blacked out.

You woke up first, head pounding, the smell of sex still floats in the air. You look at yourself all confused, then you look beside you, Mark all blacked out, you see some hickeys on his chest, and also naked.

Your eyes widen and you quickly ran to the bathroom, picking up your clothes.

After an hour of showering, you went out, all of them are now dressed and are quiet.

"What happened? Why does my butt hurts like hell just went it?" Jackson said, caressing his buttcheeks.

"Same here. My dick's all swollen." Youngjae said, making Jaebeom hit him as a sign saying you were there and as a respect.

"NOTHING happened, okay? No one will speak of this. Whatever happened here." You said, adrenaline running out, you can bow feel the soreness on your breasts and your vagina.

"Don't worrry. Nothing happened." Jinyoung spoke, looking at you, with a faint smirk visible, which he's letting you know that only the two of you knows exactly what happened.

[80s-roger]

fetish - ben hardy x fem!reader

requested by anonymous: “can you do a ben hardy or roger x reader type thing fifty shades of grey ben or roger is Christian and the reader can be Ana maybe not as uh violent in that movie but sub reader though”

i’m more than flattered that you all send requests, i’m happy about it, of course!

portray: either ben hardy as roger taylor, or just ben hardy, or just roger taylor! but i’ll just call our man here as ben because i know a way to connect the request with my plot*.* however, you imagine whoever you want. 

masterlist

words: 1,355

warnings: some fluff at the early, cosplay, orgasm delay, tease, handcuffs, blindfold, hardcore, daddy - babygirl kink

summary: you and ben are a couple for three years and when you do the dirty, it’s getting pretty hard to handle, except your first times because ben was your first so he had to be gentle with you. you both recently watched fifty shades of grey and all you could imagine was ben doing these stuff to you, like Christian grey did to Anastacia. he can be shy when it comes to playing roles but deep inside, he liked it too.

“So what are we watching tonight?” Ben asked as he picked up the remote, searching for a movie.

“If I tell, you’ll grin.” You said as you had your finger at your mouth, biting it nervously.

“Why should I grin?” He asked and looked at you confused.

“Because you weren’t really comfortable the first time we watched that movie.” As you started referring to fifty shades, his face turned red.

“Oh my God y/n we’ve discussed that already.” he crossed his arms, kinda frustrated.

“Please...” You attempted making a kitten noise but it didn’t work, he’s too shy to act like Grey.

“You know I like this movie!” you stood up from the couch.

“You really don’t have a taste in movies.” He exhaled.

“Maybe not, but I do have taste in men.” You winked and he blushed.

“Alright then, you got me.” He rolled his eyes defeated, “We’ll watch it for one last time!” he pointed you his finger and he finally let you win.

The movie started already and you were cuddling with him at his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your ear and it was so calming to you, even the heat among you, gave another vibe to the atmosphere. While these inappropriate scenes were on screen, you were assured Ben was turned on, despite him groaning he despises. His heartbeat betrayed him for good, because of the sudden acceleration of it. All you could imagine during these scenes was Ben doing all this stuff to you and hell, you were so turned on. Insensibly, you let out a very silent moan which was unfortunately reached to his ear. His eyes landed on you and he could feel you were unstable.

"Are you fine?" He asked confused.

"Could you please turn off the telly?" You asked as a reply, ready to ask him for sex.

"Yes, of course." He was more than relieved after hearing from you. He closed the tv, like it was torturing him in the meantime. "So, why's that?" He asked and placed you in his arms again.

"So um... I have been thinking about it..." You started and he was looking at you with full interest. "You know, this movie wakes up my inner world and..." you were struggling to say how desperately you want him to be like christian grey.

"Just say it, it's not that hard asking me for sex. Why would I say no to this?" He shook his shoulders naturally.

"Yeah, not the sex we're usually having..." You played with his hoodie, avoiding his eyes but he wasn't playing. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Be more specific." He straightly said and came closer to your face and then, damn, his mouth was at your lobe. "I want to hear it from your innocent lips of yours. I know what you're trying to say." He bit your lobe and you immediately shivered. You grabbed him by his waist, feeling already the tension between you.

"I want you to fuck me like he did her on the movie," you said as you looked him inside his eyes and he was staring you in shock. Not that he didn't expect it but your appeal. Hell, he liked it.

"Damn baby..." He whispered at your face as he was looking your lips until you leaned in to kiss him passionately. His big palms covered your face and there you were, inside his hands, feeling absolutely owned by him. "Let's get to our bed." He bit your lip and you both went inside ready to get messy.

"Listen, I won't be that much of an asshole, okay? I want to like it too. I don't want to beat you or that stuff okay?" He prepared his ground as he took off his hoodie, staying shirtless and you couldn't stop staring at his sculptured-by-gods body while you were undressing.

You laid naked on the bed, impatient for what he was about to do on your body. He was at your parlour, probably searching for ribbons and he actually found handcuffs and a ribbon that it could easily be used for a blindfold. He looked at you shocked. "Babe? Any explanation for this?" He asked, holding the handcuffs and the black pattern.

"I imagined this for a long time so I wanted to be prepared for it." you licked your lips as you were waiting for him to lay on top of you.

"You're so dirty, aren't you? I think we need to fix that." He bit his lip and came closer to bed. "There will be one rule and only. No begging." He teased as he cuffed your hands at bed's bars and then closed your eyes with the blindfold.

"But-" you attempted saying.

"I make the rules baby girl. And you'll call me daddy now,"  he ordered and sucked your neck. "Spread these pretty legs of yours now, I want to see you making a mess under me..." He kissed you as he got lower and lower. "I haven't even used my tongue and you're wet." He looked at you surprised.

His tongue licked your labia and felt him checking on you the second you inhaled, satisfied. He then, sucked your clit trying to make you cry from not being able to touch yourself. He was just playing with you and it was torture. "You're whimpering and I can tell why." He winked and his two fingers got inside you, filling you well.

"Ah fuck... Ben, pleas-" you wanted to cum so bad but he wouldn't let you.

"I said no begging?" He slapped you hard and then fucked you with his fingers faster than before. "And I'm daddy for now." He bit your neck as his thick fingers fucked you rapidly.

"Shit..." You moaned and slapped you again at your thighs, leaving you his hand on your skin.

"Let me suck again this tasty cunt of yours..." He moans as his mouth locks any distance with your wet area again. "Does it feel good, baby?" He asks and waits impatiently for your answer as he slowly moves his thumb around your clit.

"F-fuck yeah..." you moaned and stopped right there, taking off his underwear.

"You know baby, I'll never get tired of making you cum, I just don't let you do it for now." He smiled and kissed you. You loved this dominant Ben and you wanted it too.

"Will you fuck me now daddy?" You asked with a kinky smile and eyes, still shut.

"Yes, so hard that'll you forget your name..." He aggressively kissed your mouth, entering his tongue inside your mouth.

"Make me..." You were so prepared to fill his hard cock inside you.

"I've had it with your attitude. Now, you make me wonder if you really deserve my cock." He dominantly moaned at your ear, ready to fuck your brains out.

"I don't deserve your cock, daddy..." you bit your lip and that move of yours got him thrust inside you hard and slap your buttcheeks multiple times until you'd feel entirely hot.

"You like it this way baby girl?" He asked while your skins’ touching was the only thing that could be heard after your moans.

"Y-yes..." You loudly moaned and all you wanted to do was finally cum, but he wouldn't let you. You were a toy right there.

"Take it like a good girl..." he moaned while his hands squeezed your thighs.

"Daddy I want to cum..." You whined.

"You do? You think you deserve it?" He asked after so many thrusts inside you.

"Yes..." you moaned again, desperately wanting your hands to be free.

His thrusts started to slow down until he removed himself from you and you were finally free to cum the moment he was rubbing your clit. "Ah God.." you both moaned loudly, even his voice was lower than it usually is after he cummed at you. Seeing you a mess beneath him was all he actually wanted. The second you both came he removed the blindfold from your eyes and finally, you could see Ben being a mess too.

"I think we need to remove these handcuffs from you. You were a good girl." He teased you after removing these from your hands.

"My legs hurt." you laughed.

"Told you, you'd forget your name." he teased you and then disappeared to your bathroom cleaning himself.

[tvehyungs-gf]

Part 1 of WYD : what you do. Word Count: 4.5K. Synopsis “I think I might be falling in love with you.” He wasn’t scared to say it, no, he had more balls than that. Although a blush rose on his cappuccino colored skin, he didn’t care. Chanyeol was an honest man and he had absolutely nothing to hide. At least not with you.

Wednesday’s, to you, is one the best day of the week. However, most would argue that it’s either Friday or Saturday and you couldn’t agree more but Wednesdays are the only days you and your giant of a boyfriend had the same day off. Free of classes and work, Wednesday’s were your relaxing days. And it just so happens that most of your good ole friends had it off as well.

This was planned when all you were hanging out at Kyungsoo’s apartment registering for the Spring semester classes. Kyungsoo decided it was a good idea to cook dinner to celebrate that everyone was almost done with college. It was cute, although, it did suck how Junmyeon, Sehun, and Jongin weren’t able to get Wednesday’s free. It was something about how a certain teacher only taught on those days or how one had to take an extra class to make up for credits. Whichever it was - it sucks.

And today would be a good day but it wasn’t Wednesday, or Friday, or Saturday… it was Monday. What made it worse was that Baekhyun and Sehun were off. Why was it worse? Because they practically lived with you and Chanyeol in your guys' studio apartment. Where do they sleep? Anywhere their body feels like at the moment. Yes, there was a time where it would be you and Chanyeol on your bed getting ready to sleep when suddenly Baekhyun would squeeze in between the both of you. And it didn’t help that Sehun can’t sleep by himself, so that night, all of you somehow managed to sleep in one queen-sized bed.

Your studio was cute, very cute and sophisticated, yet it has such a homey feel to it despite all the modern furniture you had. With Chanyeol majoring in interior design, it only made sense for your apartment to look like it was straight out of an IKEA magazine. You had all the essentials you needed; a bed, a kitchen, a full bathroom, and a mini living space. That was all mixed in with Chanyeol’s many musical instruments and camera equipment. He wasn’t minoring in music or anything, he just liked it. 

If he wasn’t at work at the Cafe, he was at school, and if he wasn’t at any of those, then he would be filming for his youtube page. Chanyeol was ambitious, he loved making music and designing. So why not put those two together and film cover videos? All while occasionally giving tips on how to decorate your home?

Although you and Chanyeol were quite a busy couple, your studio was always surprisingly clean. Even all your closest friends questioned how you had found the time to clean but it was a secret they always wanted to know.

With your couch placed in front of the TV, your couch looked like it grew another piece with Baekhyun laying on top of it. Could it even be called laying on top of it if his body looked like it molded together with the cushions?

With a sigh, you realized today was going to be like no other.

“Y/N,” Baekhyun cried, arms flopping all over your couch. “I’m hungry.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged Baekhyun with your feet. He had laid face down on your 3 seater couch with you standing before him, your feet digging into his right buttcheek to get him to move. “Move your legs so I can sit down.”

He did as told with a groan and sat up normally before whining again. “Make me food.”

“What am I? Your cook?” You sat down with a plop and pulled out your phone. “What do you want so I can ask Sehun to buy it.”

Baekhyun grinned happily but in an instant, his smile faltered into a frown. Sehun, the man of the hour, came strutting in through your front door. How did he manage to get in? “Chanyeol gave me your house key when I ran into him when I was leaving class.” He answered as if he could read your mind. “Also, good morning my wonderful friends. How are you?”

“Ugh,” The child of a man groaned. He stood up, walked the few steps to your front door, and pushed Sehun out the door.

Confused, Sehun yelled out. “Ya, ya, ya! Why are you pushing me out?!”

“You can’t get in unless you bring food.” Baekhyun locked the door but when he heard the handle jiggle with Sehun walking in again, he frowned. “Give me the key.”

“No.” Sehun held the key up high out of Baekhyun’s reach. “And get your own food.”

“How about both of you get your own food and get out of my house.” You rolled your eyes playfully and slid your phone away back into your pocket. “You guys are so noisy and it’s only 9 am.”

Taking off his shoes, Sehun walked over and sat down next to you with a plop. Instead of staying seated, he began to get comfortable by laying down sideways with his head resting in your lap. He crossed his arms across his chest, tucking his hands in between his armpits and rib cage all while closing his eyes. “I won’t be noisy. I’m just going to sleep.”

“Nu-uh.” You pushed his head off your lap making him groan in annoyance. “You both are going to have to start paying rent if you keep staying here.”

“I’ll pay you in hugs.” You laughed loudly before getting serious. Baekhyun frowned. “I guess not.” He stuck his tongue out at you. “Actually, let’s get coffee. I’ll buy you coffee from now on.”

“But I already get free coffee from Yeollie.” You stood up from the couch and stretched out your limbs. “But I do want coffee, so let’s go.”

“Will you buy me coffee?” Sehun asked standing up too.

Baekhyun patted Sehun in the shoulder with a smile. “Of course not.” Chuckling, the shorter of the two nudged the other out the door after putting on their shoes with you trailing behind. Slipping your shoes on as well, you locked the door. “Is Chanyeol working right now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed happily, skipping down to the hallway towards the elevator. “Yes, he is. He’s working till 3 before class.”

“Oo you know what that means?” Baekhyun smiled mischievously, his eyes turning into crescents as he turned around to walk backward and look at you. Wiggling his brows, he began to clasp his hands together. You raised a brow for him to continue although you were highly concerned.

Any time Baekhyun smiles mischievously, it means that he’s up to no good. And that was more than most of the time. “We get to get free coffee! And we should prank him.”

“Prank him? Like what?”

“Like this.” Standing in front of the glass door to the entrance of the coffee shop, Baekhyun suddenly held your hand as he fixed his shades with the other. Baekhyun decided it would be funny to see Chanyeol’s reaction of you holding hands with another man - but with a twist! Baekhyun was going to try to hide his identity and be someone else. “Choi Jaewook.” Or whatever name he decided. “A 24 years old trainee at SM entertainment. But due to a tragic accident where he slipped during dance practice, Jaewook had to -” Yes he even came up with a whole backstory and everything.

“And why are we doing this again?” You asked utterly confused. Your other hand rested on your hip as Baekhyun kept the grip on your other hand. “And what’s Sehun going to do?”

Baekhyun tsked loudly. “Ya! Were you not listening to the plan at all? We’re going to go in there and Chanyeol is going to see you with me and flip!”

“Okay, but if I am supposedly supposed to be on a quote on quote date with another man, why would I go to my boyfriend’s job to get coffee? Especially at the time he is working?”

“Ugh. You ask too many questions, Y/N. Just go along with it.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, once Chanyeol sees you, you’re going to deny everything and then Sehun is going to walk in and act confused. He’s going to be like, ‘Y/N?! Jaewook?! What’s going on!’”

Sehun grumbled. “This is stupid.”

“I know.” You agreed. “What do we get out of this anyway?”

Baekhyun proceeded to fix his hood that was draped over his head and slid up his face mask. “Enjoyment.”

“This is so pointless,” Sehun complained, his hand went up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Also, what if he sees us standing out here? Our prank is going to fail before it starts. Is this a hidden camera?” He looked around in search of a camera.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes again. If he was going to keep doing that, you wondered if his eyes were just going to get stuck facing the back of his head. “No, you idiot.”

You sighed getting their attention. “Alright. Let’s just get this over with.”

Baekhyun beamed although you couldn’t see his grin, you could with the way his eyes crinkled. With his hand gripping yours, you both walked into the shop, leaving Sehun outside to peak through the glass. Immediately, you were greeted by an employee you haven’t met before. Maybe she was new?

The both of you greeted back as you walked towards the counter. “Hi! What can I get started for you today?”

In a deeper voice than usual, Baekhyun ordered. You rolled your eyes, he really was trying to go all out on the prank. “Uh, yes, hello. May I get an iced mocha Frappuccino with two extra shots, add whip, and extra caramel and chocolate syrup please?”

The poor girl looked shocked as she hovered her fingers over the register screen, not knowing where to begin. “Ah, sorry. I am new, please give me a second. I apologize…” She gave you both a nervous smile as she rushed off to get someone. And lo and behold, she came back with a shocked Chanyeol. He wore a white button-up with black slacks and his black apron. He looked so cute!

Baekhyun squeezed your hand as Chanyeol strutted to the counter. Time to start the prank!

“Baby!” Chanyeol smiled happily, his arms flying up in the air as he walked past the counter and towards you.

Or not.

Baekhyun was shocked, to say the least, no, he was utterly confused. Did Chanyeol, for some odd reason, not notice him?

“I missed you!” Your boyfriend pulled you into a tight hug, making you let go of Baekhyun’s hands so you can hug him back. Squeezing you tighter, Chanyeol lifted you up in the air happily as if he hasn’t just seen you two hours ago before he left to work.

After a second, Chanyeol placed you down gently to turn to a confused Baekhyun. “Oh, hi Baekhyun.”

“Huh?” Baekhyun asked confused, his eyebrows furrowing together. “W-whose that? I’m Choi Jaewook, Y/N’s boyfriend. And who are you?” His voice was still deep as he tried to carry on the prank that seemingly already failed before he could even say his lines.

You rolled your eyes.

Suddenly, Sehun came running in. “W-Woah! Choi Jaewook? And Y/N?!” Sehun turned to you acting shocked. “Are you cheating on Chanyeol with Choi Jaewook?”

Why do they feel the need to say the whole name every time?

“Damn it Sehun! You came in too late!” Baekhyun slapped Sehun upside the head as he furiously took off his shades and face masked to toss them angrily at Sehun.

Sehun’s jaw dropped. “You told me to come in when Chanyeol saw you two!” He yelled in defense, his arms flying up. “And I came in when he came out!”

“Whatever!” Baekhyun angrily crossed his arms looking at Chanyeol. “How’d you know it was me?”

Chanyeol chuckled. “Y/N would never do such a thing to me. And I knew it was you from the start. I saw you guys just standing outside the door.”

Now it was Sehun’s turn to slap Baekhyun upside the head. “See! I told you!”

You flicked them both on the forehead. “Anyway,” You looked up at Chan with a smile. “Baby, can we order?” Your arms wrapped themselves around his waist happily.

He grinned down at you, his cheeks flushed. You always somehow managed to make him all warm inside and blush whenever he sees you. Despite being together for a long time, since the first year of college, you two were inseparable and still are. People say that love at first sight is ridiculous and it’s not exactly love, but lust. However, when others see the two of you, together, they’re immediately proved wrong. Love at first sight definitely existed when it came to the both of you.

It was when you were working on the school campus, at the library, your first year of college. Kyungsoo was helping you sort the books in order before opening time so you both were jamming to music whilst getting your job done. 

Suddenly, a tall and out of breath handsome man rushed through the front door, leaving you out of breath instead when you saw him. Your heart raced a mile as you took knowledge of this man's existence. Can someone actually be that beautiful? You made a mental note to check out the book you were holding, The Human Anatomy, to see if it was actually possible for someone to be that handsome. There’s just no way!

“H-Hi!” You mustered, voice shaky and quiet. Clearing your throat, you tossed the book down into the cart beside you. “Can I help you with something?” You wiped your sweaty palms that you didn’t know what was sweaty against your black jeans. Straightening up your posture, you tried to present yourself more professional and might I add, cute.

“Y-yeah!” He blushed, cheeks red like the tips of his cute ears. He wore a beanie on his head that had his black hair peaking out. “I-I need a book for class and it starts in 10 minutes.”

You happily agreed to help him. “What book is it?”

“Uh,” he pulled out a folded piece of paper that was stuffed carelessly into the front pockets of his jeans. Unfolding the crumbly paper, he read you the title. “It’s ‘Architecture: Form, Space, and Order’ by Francis D.K Ching.”

Turning around, you looked around the library to pinpoint the area you knew the book should be. “Ah! Follow me.” You walked him over towards the educational section. “Last name is Ching…” You mumbled to yourself. “And there it is!” You pulled out the book once you found the author's last name.

“Thank you!” He took the book from you gratefully. “Uh, actually, there’s something else I’m looking for…”

“Sure.” You raised a brow. “What book is it?”

The stranger turned apple red, more than he already was. “It’s not a- Uh….” he bit his lip. Oh, his lips. You stared at them deliciously. They looked so kissable. Again, was this humanly possible to be this good looking? Everything about him seemed perfect! From his tall and fit structure to his cute ears, his puppy-like eyes, and his damn lips, you deemed him too good to be true.

“It’s um,” He began again. “Can I have your number?”

You didn’t register what he said fully because the thing you responded with made him want to fall into a black hole. “Okay, what’s the author's name and the genre? I can probably find it easily.”

“I mean-” He bit down harder on his lip. How was suppose to respond to that? He was beyond embarrassed and shocked. “I-“

Immediately, your eyes grew wide with fear. You’re such an idiot! You weren’t used to this, someone asking for your number that is. Let alone, you weren’t used to someone so insanely beautiful ask for your number. This had to be a prank, right? “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m just surprised and I wasn’t registering what you said because this doesn’t exactly happen to me often….”

“It’s okay! No, I’m sorry if I came a little too forward, especially since you barely know me.” He smiled apologetically, his hand scratching the back of his head.

You shook your head. “No no! You don’t have to apologize! I’ll actually be more than happy to give you my number.” You blushed as your confidence rose. “Y-Your phone?”

Quickly, Chanyeol pulled out his phone and pulled up the phone app for you type in your number, which you grateful did. Handing him his phone back, your fingers brushed against his and that alone made a shock run through you. He looked at you with his mouth parted but you both were too embarrassed to comment on it. Instead, he took his phone back and read what you put. “Y/N?” He read off your name with a smile. “It’s a very pretty name, I like it.”

God, he’s so perfect. Is this what love at first sight is? “Uh, haha, thanks!” You stuttered with an awkward laugh. “What’s your name?”

“Oh!” His eyes widened, of course! Introductions! “Um, I’m Chanyeol, Park Chanyeol.” Before he locked his phone his eyes scanned the time, 8:10 am. Oh great! He has time before cl-! Wait, 8:10!? “And I’m really late for my class!” He yelped loudly as he shoved his phone into his pockets. “I’m sorry, I really have to go! Uh, I’ll text you!” He pulled you into a hug despite not knowing you and rushed off with the book.

You stood there surprised when a wild Kyungsoo popped up beside you. “Okay, what’s the author's name and genre?” He mocked with a laugh. You punched his arm in embarrassment. “Really?” He chuckled loudly. “Park Chanyeol sure had an effect on you.”

“W-what? You know him?”

Kyungsoo nodded. “Yes, we have the same friend group. You know, Suho and Kai? Baekhyun and Sehun?”

“Oh yeah, wow, what a small world…” You blushed thinking about the man who just left. “Anyway, I’m still shocked.”

“Don’t be.” He said as if it was that easy. “He’s a nice a guy, plus, he has seen you a few times before and I guess he finally saw the chance to ask you for your number.”

You blushed, “He saw me before?”

“Yep, you know when I get off work, Chanyeol and the others sometimes stop by so we can all leave together.”

“Oh,” You tucked your lip in between your teeth. “Oh my god, he probably saw me all dressed ugly and what not!” You cried recalling all the times you wore joggers and a hoodie to work. “He must have very low standards.”

Kyungsoo shook his head, “You’re overthinking it. He’s a really nice guy! I approve.” He smiled as he placed his hands on your shoulders to direct you back to the cart. “C’mon, stop thinking about your future boyfriend and get to work. These books aren’t going to get put back on the shelves themselves!”

Little did Kyungsoo know, those books were never going to get put back because the moment your phone vibrated from an unknown number, you weren’t able to focus on getting back to work at all. “Hey Y/N, it’s Chanyeol! I made it to class before the professor came in. I kind of forgot to check out the book, I’ll come by after class to properly check it out? And so we can have a proper conversation if that's okay...?”

Shaking your head, you tuned back into the conversation at hand. Baekhyun and Sehun finished putting in their order happily knowing that it was going to be on the house. Chanyeol already knew your order so you didn’t have to tell him. Once that was done, the three of you sat at the usual table.

“Man, I just love free stuff!” Baekhyun was ecstatic. Chanyeol usually never gives him anything for free. “Chan must be in a good mood for once because every time I come, he never gives me anything free. Not even a discount! Some best friend he is.”

You laughed remembering all the times Baekhyun would drop by your place after getting some coffee to complain how rude your boyfriend was for not giving him any sort of discount, especially for how long they were friends for.

Sehun agreed before his face contorted into confusion. “Wait, he doesn’t give you free drinks?” Sehun chuckled as realization hit Baekhyun. 

“What the hell? He gives you free drinks? This is favoritism! I’m getting singled out!” 

You laughed as Baek complained. “Maybe if you weren’t so annoying and always on the need to prank him, he would give you free stuff.”

“Woah, you’re so rude! And speaking of the devil!” Baekhyun turned to Chanyeol who came with your drinks. “Ya, why don’t you give me free drinks like everyone else?”

Chanyeol raised his eyebrow confused, “What do you mean? I always try to give you free drinks but you’re never paying attention. You always slide your card into the card reader before I can even discount the drinks.”

“Oh...” Baekhyun facepalmed himself. “I feel stupid.”

“Mhm.” Chanyeol hummed with a laugh. “Anyway, scoot over Sehun.” Sehun scooted over for Chanyeol to sit down.

“Thank you for the drinks, baby.” You smiled from ear to ear as you slid the mug into your hands. Chanyeol gave you a wink and took a sip of his own drink as the three conversed.

Thinking back to how everything started for you and Chanyeol, you couldn’t help but blush at how it all began. With your warm mug of coffee steaming the tips of your nose, you were sat across your boyfriend who ultimately thought it would be a fantastic idea to take his lunch break during peak hours. 

Sehun sat beside your boyfriend while Baehyun sat next to you. You zoned out during their little banter that the boys had as you mindlessly stared at Chanyeol thinking about the start of your relationship. Now that you’re thinking about it, your first date you had with him was here. This cafe actually holds so many memories between the two of you and the one that immediately always comes to mind is when Chanyeol admitted that he was falling for you - hard.

“Chen, what the hell do I wear?” To say you panicked was an understatement. Your date with Chanyeol was in an hour and you barely just got out of class half an hour ago. You were lucky that you did your makeup this morning before class you so all you had to do now was a touch-up. Honestly, you were more than stressed at this point.

Chen sat on the edge of your bed as you rummaged through your closet. “Isn’t this, like, your sixth date or something? Why stress out when this isn’t your first rodeo with him?”

“Because!” You tossed a hoodie at his face. “I still have to look nice!” 

Rolling his eyes, Chen stood up to help you find something presentable. 

You were so grateful that Chen came over to help you find something wear. Once you were finally ready, you walked out of your bedroom and greeted Chen who sat on your couch playing on his phone. “How do I look?”

Chen looked up, his phone falling out his hands onto his lap. His mouth in an ‘O’ shape, he stood up and clapped his hands. “I have great style sense, woah! You look great Y/N! Chan’s going to flip when he sees you.”

You smiled as you looked down at your outfit one last time. You had on a black sweater with black jeans. A leather jacket fitted perfectly on your frame with checkered vans adorning your foot. “Simple but cute, I like it.”

“Me too. Now, go or else you’ll be late!” Chen walked with you the house before parting ways. 

Nervously, you met up at the cafe that you and Chan both decided to meet up at. Locking your door, you slid your purse higher up onto your shoulder and walked up to the entrance of Steamed!, your favorite coffee spot. And there stood, in a hoodie and jeans, Park Chanyeol. His hair parted into a side part, lips turning into a wide smile, Chanyeol looked effortlessly handsome. You recalled reading the human anatomy book and learning that it’s almost not possible to be that handsome. Chanyeol just proved science wrong.

“Hey.” He whispered once you got close to him, his arms promptly finding their way to your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. “You look really beautiful.”

You blushed into his chest as your arms wrapped around him. “You know, you proved science wrong. You’re too handsome to be real.”

Chanyeol chuckled, his chin rested on top of your head. “And you proved TC Candler’s 2016 most beautiful faces wrong. You’re number one of all time.” He laughed as you pinched his arm. “I’m not joking, you know. I’m being 100% honest. I guess we’ll just have to take the title of the most beautiful couples ever known to man, huh?”

You pulled away from his frame, “Couple?”

He nodded, “Of course.”

You were feeling warm and it was all because of him and his warm embrace and sweet words. Park Chanyeol knew exactly what he was doing. Smiling, he slid his large hands into yours and walked you both into the cafe.

After the date, you both were standing in front of your car. It was time for the date to end but you both had no means of letting each other go. Your hands in his, he stood before you. Because of this date, his confidence skyrocketed to outer space. He looked at you and nothing but you.

“I think I might be falling in love with you.” He wasn’t scared to say it, no, he had more balls than that. Although a blush rose on his cappuccino colored skin, he didn’t care. Chanyeol was an honest man and he had absolutely nothing to hide. At least not with you.

Your skin reciprocated his, “I think I might be feeling the same way.” His eyes twinkled with happiness as a big smile formed on his face.

You both stood there, his back leaning against your car door. “You don’t understand how happy I am to hear that.” He was beaming, corners of his lips basically reaching each ear as he leaned forward. His hands slid out of yours and replaced themselves onto your warm cheeks. “I hope you can make me more happy by saying yes.”

You raised a brow, your hands gripping onto each of his forearms. “Yes to what?” You asked, your voice quiet. 

Chanyeol leaned in a little more. “Will you do the honors and be my girlfriend?”

“I honestly don’t think you even have to ask.” You whispered happily. Your smiled mimicked his as you took initiative to close the remaining space between you. With foreheads touching and eyes closed, your lips hovered over another. You both stayed like that for a second, enjoying the first-ever intimate moment you ever shared. And the moment your lips molded together, you realized that maybe, they were made just for you.

You felt like fireworks were booming in the background as sparks were flying. This couldn’t have been a better way to end the night and this was all thanks to Park Chanyeol.

AN: asdfgh!! I'm so happy part one is out! And don’t worry, Lay and Xiumin will make their entrance soon >:D 

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[lokilickedme]

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why? 11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it? 20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

6 - Ugh, that’s a tough one.  My kneejerk answer is Body Double.  I’m grateful to it as an entity because it was my first “big one” and I still get strangers messaging me to say they learned so much from it, but...my tastes have moved on, I guess, and the whole subject matter of that story isn’t really anything I would personally read anymore.  I think at the time I had an intense curiosity about the whole Dom/sub thing and was in the process of teaching myself all I could learn about it, and sort of purging that fascination through writing it.  That acquired knowledge led to Chemical once I’d finetuned it.  And I’m really not into Real Person Fiction, which BD is - it was a request, otherwise I probably would never have written it (at least not about an actual person).

11 - Heh, this one still irritates the motherloving shit out of me.  Rewind back to Chemical again.  That chapter close to the beginning, when Tom was “initiating” Anja?  The “all the holes” thing?  Somebody got all up in my face about the lack of specifically mentioned protection, like it’s my job to make sure people know they’re supposed to use condoms.  I had just assumed that if someone was reading my VERY R-rated fic, they knew that protection was a prerequisite?  But naw, it’s up to me, the writer, to stop the flow of the scene to spell out my make-believe characters rolling one on three different times in one fucksession so that nobody accidentally comes to the misleading conclusion that anal-to-vaginal sex isn’t gonna end in tears without it.  Not only did this reader point it out, they heavily implied that it was a fatal mistake on my part that needed correction and that the chapter was a load of unbelievable shit without it.  Um...no?  Maybe I just, like most writers, felt like trusting in the common sense of my supposedly adult readers by leaving those particular details unspoken and implied was standard procedure in smutfic?

I ended up “fixing” it the next day, but it left a bad taste in my mouth and I decided I wasn’t going to do it ever again.  I do things the way I do them, and in the end it’s all fiction...unclench your buttcheeks and just enjoy it.

20 - Only all of them lol (my longtime readers know the story on this and they live in fear of me going back and switching all the happy endings to the ones I really wanted).  Such as...King was gonna die young, Chem!Tom was supposed to change into a wolf and head into the hills, BD!Tom and Anna ended up divorced, Loki was going to go into exile with the Dragon Queen...etc.  I have an alternate ending for literally every fic I’ve written.  DO NOT TEMPT ME ;)

[headoverjojo]

Hi Tricia, I love your work! I can tell you really enjoy writing :) May I request a scenario where Mista and fem s/o have to be silent so no one knows what they're up to,, (nsfw of course ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Hi there! Awww, thanks for you kind, kind words :,) Oooh sure! Boi I’m so rusty with smut, lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Guido Mista and his s/o have to be silent so one knows that they’re rather busy

(Under the cut for smut!)

You grumbled, as your face smashed against your boyfriend’s arm, as he cursed under his breath, when he almost stumbled in a bucket, while hastily backing away. Not that you both could do it calmly, not when the rest of the gang had just loudly entered the theoretically desert for all the day HQ.

“They would have been away all the day, uh?” you mumbled, making Mista groan, as he tried not to knock his head on some shelves. The storage room was small, barely a hole, and dark. You couldn’t turn on the lights, or the others would have found out your little “problem”: a lot of your garments were missed.

“Uff, Y/N, they said so, you know it too, how could I knew they’d have been back so soon?!” he whispered at your ear, pouting. You stifled a chuckle -even in a situation like this you couldn’t restrain yourself-, while leaning on him, enjoying his warm hands on your hips. The voices out of the small storage room were loud -especially Narancia and Fugo’s-, meaning they all were still in the room. You just hoped anyone hadn’t needed a broom -the same one which was painfully piercing your buttcheek-. You huffed lightly, shuffling a little forward, pressing yourself better on your boyfriend, trying to avoid the annoying broom. Doing so, however, you made him groan, to your surprise. You glanced at him, hissing at him to be quiet, ‘till you noticed on what you were pressed, feeling it hardening against your thigh.

“Really?” you murmured, arching a brow, with a small smile. Mista huffed, a blush spread on his cheeks, as he couldn’t do anything to stop the more and more evident bulge behind his boxers.

“You tell me.” he replied, making you pay for your teasing by grinding slightly against you, tearing a soft gasp from your lips. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes fixed on your slightly disclosed mouth, your squinted eyes, as he continued his no more so light teasings, this time directly on your still covered core instead than on your thigh. His lips descended on you, gently covering your mouth to muffle your gasps and sighs, as you meekly let him lead the kiss.

His hands traveled on your soft body, squeezing and caressing every inch they could reach, leaving behind a trail of fire. It wasn’t enough… you wanted more. Even if you and your boyfriend were separated from the rest of the gang just by a door. Well, it was enough staying silent, all in all… So, your mouth became a bit more forceful, as you took control of the kiss, grabbing his hands and guiding them on your breasts, tearing from him a gasp of surprise.

“Ah, and I am the kinky one, uh?” he murmured, when you broke the kiss to gulp some air, making you huff a little. To repay him for his snarky comment, your evil fingers wandered down, tickling his bulge. A smirk spread on your lips as a hiss escaped his mouth, but you stopped, your hand still wrapped around his boxers, when you heard Giorno’s voice asking if the others too had heard that strange sound. You and Mista held your breath, almost expecting him to open the storage room but, luckily for you, it didn’t happen, when Narancia said it was just the wind. Safe….

You had to, anyway, cover your mouth with a hand, when his fingers went back to tease and brush, slipping down your bra and directly toying with your nipples. You bit your lips almost painfully, rubbing together your thighs and squeezing harder his length, finding the strength to smirk when his eyes widened and he had to bury his face in your shoulder to muffle a low moan.

“It was that sound again! C’mon, you can’t not have heard it, this time!” Giorno exclaimed, incredulous. You both stopped again, knowing that you were playing a risky game… and this was why it was so exciting.

“Shut up, Giorno. It’s the wind.” Abbacchio scolded him, sharply. You heard Giorno mumbling a bit but, luckily again, no one actually checked the storage room. As his mumbling stopped, one of Mista’s hand abandoned the warm nest between your bra and breasts to slide down, softly brushing your skin, grinning at the goosebumps he felt under his fingers. Ah, not even in a situation like that he had lost his touch…

His mouth covered yours again, as his fingers slid under your panties, to muffle your gasp, as your heart doubled its pace. You tried not to whine, as his fingers lazily stroked your aching core, too slow to actually relieve you from the scorching desire that was twisting your guts.

“Stop-” the rest was lost in a low moan buried in his shoulder, as one finger slid in you. The gunman grinned, seeing you so lost and feeling your hips bucketing down on his hand, as his finger slowly pumped in you.

“Stop? Do you want me to stop?” he whispered on your ear, gently blowing on your over sensitive skin, drawing from you a little whine that got lost under the tv’s noise. You shook your head, dropping one hand to keep his one in your panties. Like hell you would have let him stop right now.

“Do. Harder.” you hissed, melting when a second finger joined the first one, deliciously curling in you, as he knew you liked. As his fingers did their magic, his thumb lazily stroked your clit, adding fuel to the fire that was about to outburst in your low abdomen.

“As you wish, princess.” he murmured, holding you tightly with a hand, as his other fingers increased the rhythm, following the erratic bucketing of your hips, up and down, curling inside you and reaching those sweet spots that made you see stars. And you were really about to see stars, by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers, squeezing them almost painfully -but a pleasant little pain-.

“Now you have to be silent, ok?” he whispered in your ear, as a third finger slipped inside, making you bite your lips so hard to almost draw out blood. It was too much…

As his thumb gave a hard stroke to your clit, you broke down, downing on his fingers at a crazy path, until you reached the peak, biting his shoulder not to cry out, even if, right now, the thought of the others just a little far from the storage room was a background buzz in the sea of pleasure you were drowning in.

Slowly, after an eternity, you came down from the peak, slumped on Mista’s body. You both were sweaty and sticky; his breath was ragged as yours and, by the hardness you were feeling under your hand, still on his boxer, the reason was clear and literally at hand reach.

You slowly lifted your gaze on him, as a wide grin displayed on your slightly swollen lips. He gulped, knowing what that gaze and grin meant.

“Be quiet, tesoro.” you murmured on his lips, as your hand slipped under his boxer, gripping him directly, the quiet noise of the tv covering his soft pants and moans as you stroked him.

Now it was your turn to have fun.

[incantavaxx]

So, in the spirit of share the love, let’s play a game! Rules: it doesn’t matter how much you have watched of each remake, if it’s everything or just one clip or even if you have to go and watch the trailer just to do this, let’s say something you love about EACH remake. (If I forgot one remake, scream at me in the comments and I’ll add it immediately!)

 Skam Italia: My baby. Obviously biased because it’s my culture, so I relate to it on a whole other level, but the friendships in this are so well done. So deep and natural, funny but in a spontaneous and not scripted looking way (the actors are best friends irl and it shows). The boysquad in particular stole my heart and soul and it is what made season 2 to me: I think I enjoyed OG Evak more than Nicotino and maybe I’ll enjoy other Evak more as well, but this boysquad right here will always own my ass. Their chemistry, the support, the mocking and the hugs, the physical affection, the depth of every single one of them. Gio is the best friend and magic wizard everyone deserves, but Elia and Luchino are just as amazing. “Patatine e marmellata”, the clip where Martino and Nicco wake up to the boysquad singing Buon viaggio while cleaning, the same boysquad that slept on the floor for them, well this clip right here is my favorite out of all the Skam Universe. It’s just so pure and real. “Share the love.”

Honorable mentions to: Mamma “finally a good parent” Rametta, Filippo “water only if my room is on fire” Sava, Chicco “savior of gays and god of tutorials” Rodi, Edoardo “I look like a badass but I bake cookies for my crush” Incanti.

Also: The bike scene: Martino taking off the mask while laughing happily with Nicco in front of San Pietro, the most important chatolic church in the world. It really doesn’t get more powerful than that. Which brings me to my last point. The setting, Rome. The eternal city. Only remake to have the Colosseum casually chilling in the background.

Druck: They have Matteo. Do I need to say more? I don’t even know what it is about him, it’s just this unique vibe he has, I loved him from the start and I’m loving his season so far –also I love that his Even (David, Beany Boy, GerEven, wherever you might call him) is so different as well and I hope the character is going to be trans just like the actor. And the fact that there is this confusion about Matteo possibly being Even because of all the little changes (the fricking ciguarette, the Sarah storyline...)? We absolutely don’t know what to expect from this season and I’m here for it. Also, that scene in season 2 where Alexander has a panick attack? That was not only my favorite scene from Druck, but one of my favorite scenes from the Skam universe as a whole, OG included. It was so well acted and so so SO important, the human, hurt side of the William’s character is usually just “told”, but here it was “showed”, raw and real, and it was powerful (and I cried a lot). Mia was there for him and the fact that they showed that even a cool, badass, male character can have panic attacks is, again, so important.

Kiki (Vilde) had an amazing development and let’s not forget that their female Chris has blue hair and she’s simply gorgeous.   

 Skam Austin: The fact that they kept us all guessing in season one because we didn’t know WHO was the Isak characters was amazing and I’m so happy that it turned out to be Shay, she’s an absolute queen and I’m so excited to see the first female Isak’s season, she’s gonna crush it, I know it. And I can’t wait to meet her Even, I also love the fact that we don’t know yet if it’s gonna be a new character or maybe Megan (Eva) herself, that would make them the only remake to have Eva/Isak canon basically and wow. But to be honest I don’t actually care, like if it’s Megan I’m here for it, if it’s a new girl, I’m here for it too, I just want to see Shay rocks her season. 

And their Chris is adorable btw -- > *about eating broccoli* “It’s like eating a tiny three”.

 Skam France: They are killing it with this season, Lucas (Isak) is a little savage and I pay this remake my respects for changing the first Evak pool kiss in a RAIN kiss, like, wow, they did that. And the buttcheeks on the mural, the kiss covered in paint, Skam France is feeding us well. Manon and Lucas have one if not the best Noora/Isak friendship, the scene where they both cry on the couch, without talking, is one of my favorite, just like the one where Lucas plays the piano (chills). And this is actually a clip that came out today but I HAVE to mention it: Imane (Sana) talking down the teacher from deleting the mural because all the colors represent all their differences and also skin colors, differences that can’t be covered in white, I loved it and I’m definitely excited for her season and all the changes they’ll make –since it’s not going to be the last season. Also I’m finding Emma (Eva) more adorable and funny in each clip (HER LAVA LAMP LMAO).

SkamNL: I only watched a few clips here and there even if I want to fix that when I’ll have more time, but this doesn’t stop me to have a crush on basically every single member of the girlsquad, like… they’re all beautiful and the Eva’s character looked very different from all the others Evas, I don’t know how to explain it, she’s just…cool. I haven’t heard about big changes in the plot but the vibe I got from what I’ve seen is still very original and different, it’s something on its own and I totally get why so many people love this one.

Also, I’m not sleeping on their Noorhelm: Liv, the Noora’s character, is SICK (in a good way) and Noah, the William, looks adorable and almost a new character, I’m definitely excited for their interactions this season, I think they’ll change quite a lot because Liv won’t take any bullshit from no one (and I love her for it).  

 SkamEspana: Okay I watched very little of this, but this remake is CRAZY and I’m here for it, Lucas (Isak) is already out of the closet and he has a fucking youtube channel, how great is that, and they’re going to have a CHRIS season which is an absolute first and it’s going to be about her sexuality too, if you haven’t seen the trailer where she’s in the pool go watch it because it’s one of my favorite trailer ever, I’m not even properly following this remake but DAMN, that was glorious and poetic cinema at its finest. This is the remake that changed the most out of all of them and I have no idea what to expect from it: I LOVE this. Also I remember when in one of the first episodes it seemed that the Vilde character was actually Noora, and then the bell suddenly rang, the Eva’s character opened the door and THERE SHE WAS, blonde hair, red lipstick, cute as hell, ‘hi I’m Noora’.  My favorite introduction of the Noora’s character among all the remakes.

 WTFock: I haven’t watched a single clip from this remake yet (because it was the last to come out and my social life is already overwhelmed enough as it is by all the Skam) but is this going to stop me from saying at least one good thing about this? NOPE, so here we go --- > This remake wins BEST NAME hands down, like, we have all Skam*country* and then it comes, WTFock LMAO Awesome, just awesome.

 And then, of course, last but not last…

SKAM OG: It created all of this.