#I finally wrote something yay!!!

[transformers-spike]

Knockout x Reader x Breakdown nsfw. Come on, I know you wanna

I will never recover from the predator/prey fic so here have something wholesome for once

“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath, barely taking in Breakdown’s spike. From sheer size alone, it feels like marching into a sex shop and demanding the giant dildo they use to attract tourists. Knock Out, cunty as ever, already has his far-too-soft-for-metal lips against your collarbone. If you were a sensible person, you would have shot down the mere mention of a threesome. Alas, the notion of trying this new thing called “mass displacement” called to you like a kid at a candy store. If you didn’t have the audacity to say yes, you would have missed the suppleness of Knock Out’s tongue and the unexpected gentleness of Breakdown’s fingers working you up. You love these guys enough to put up with their strange antiques and deal with their unusually-high-for-their-kind sex drive (or interface drive as Breakdown kindly pointed out before Knock Out immediately adopted the human lingo). They must have watched human porn, there’s just no way they haven’t – not with the way they stroke your body like frat boys finally getting their groove on after years of studying up on the sex. If you had the energy, you would be currently exploring the seams in their anatomy and dragging your fingers dangerously close to the openings in their frames, but there’s very little you can do when you’re busy getting plowed by two giant alien lifeforms. Knock Out, after having given you the most mind-blowing orgasm with his tongue alone, has fucked you so thoroughly you were practically on your own intergalactic voyage through space as Breakdown held you against his frame, having taken the brunt of his partner’s sexual frustration before they even dared to involve your squishy human insides. Dripping with two kinds of transfluids (the valve and the spike kind) you were gazing at them all blearily, looking unsexy as hell like you just got out of a car crash (minus the blood and with more alien cum). The warmth in their optics felt surreal and welcoming. You were small and fleshy against two titans who have witnessed more beauty than you ever will in your entire human life, but it was as though you were the center of their universe. If you hadn’t been crying from getting the best orgasms of your life, you would have teared up. Now, passed over to Knock Out – whose chassis you’ve grown accustomed to enough to relegate any sadness caused by watching his shiny plating be smudged by your natural oils to the back of your mind – you whimper and steer as his far too competent tongue drags across your neck, servos holding your ass still while Breakdown continues at a steady pace. “Holy shit-” you mumble, words cut short as the holder of the biggest dick you’ve ever had cups your cheek and kisses the side of your mouth. For all his eagerness, he’s softer than Knock Out, especially for a bot as big as him who looks like he crushes cars between his servos (which may actually be true considering the hammers he can summon to for melee). Another climax rolls through you, harder than the last one, inciting a pathetic high pitched anime girl mewl from your part. Breakdown grunts against your ear, metal whirring underneath his frame and against your back as your walls clamp down on him hard enough to drag out his long-overdue overload. His noises only serve to excite Knock Out who captures your lips with his and grinds his still-pressurized spike against the sensitive cluster of nerves between your legs. You come out of your trance having experienced your own death and resurrection, eyes misty and perpetually confused as you wake on the doctor’s slightly softer than steel berth with him hovering over you like a predator. It doesn’t take long for you to notice Breakdown’s fingers stroking your cheek, and once he knows he has your attention, he slips one of his massive digits between your thighs to begin rubbing against the long abused and overused sweet spot. Looking down at Knock Out’s gorgeous spike, you whisper a prayer to Primus Himself as you’re once again assailed by inhumane pleasure.

[joffykingdom]

Pathological Survivor

I know not what past lives you've made,

But still I see without my eyes;

They still do so assail you:

Those memories,

Into stone so steeply set,

As caskets, coffins thrown in lochs

Deep within your mind

Such that you may escape them.

But your pain remains self-evident;

Hidden in such haste

That it remaina so open,

In the shadows your words cast

When you deign to project false light.

Your tongue remains roughshod,

Tacked and restrained hardy to prevent

The slipping of your mind away

Into the obscurity that awaits.

You know not the truth of your life,

So buried even you've forgotten it,

You've already lost yourself from sanity

Into condemnation,

To the madness that awaits you.

You've crafted yourself,

Become that which you feared;

A being whom the fireflies

Don't dare so linger nearby.

You wield:

Wit, claw, your fangs,

Total sharp in equal measure;

To deface your very being,

Create a semblance of the monster,

That which stole your safe haven

Then left you rendered the same creature

By design.

You speak the same falsehoods,

Give way to the same cold cunning,

You're no different of a beast,

Purposefully stitched into much the same genus

As your enemy;

The woodland beast,

That lies beyond in waiting.

You lie, omit and scheme,

Create your false narrative,

Your smile never reaches your eyes -

The truth betrays you.

You've wrapped them round your hand,

They all believe you when you stand:

To speak the words of peace

From little lamb's sermons.

To lie comes so naturally to you,

You've tricked them all so easily

It begs the question:

Who's really lost in these lies?

These wretched foolish followers?

Or is it you?

I hear the truth,

Deep down inside,

Masked and beaten as it is.

No person can bury their pains forever

Though I applaud your attempt at this.

But those that know true pains presence

Will forever know how to hear

The voice of one whom it has kissed.

You cannot hide forever,

But for now your mask remains.

For now it stands the test,

But someday it shall be sundered.

You make it sound so effortless

That I can't help but wonder...

Can they hear it too?

(Inspired by and based on @angy-brows's Hastur oc yellowcat, please check it out it's so good)

[cherlawa-panna]

Barney Barton and his horrible (ugly) hair

I'm in the middle of finishing my meta post about Barney's reasons for leaving the circus, but I saw this ask and had to answer it immediately!

I’d never considered that Barney’s hair might change based on how he’s portrayed, but it’s honestly hilarious—and, in a way, it makes sense.

So, naturally, I’m about to rant about Barney’s hair now, lmao.

Let's start with basics. Barney most of time is shown in memories with specific color schemes, which means he doesn’t get the chance to be shown as a ginger. We can see this in Hawkeye (2003), All-New Hawkeye, and Fraction’s Hawkeye #12 issue (Issue #12 is drawn by a different artist—Francesco Francavilla, who also illustrated issue #10. His art is full of colors and I highly recommend checking out his work <3)

The only exception is in Hawkeye: Blindspot, where he has brown hair due to the brown-yellow, dull color scheme of memories:

In the other issues of Fraction's Hawkeye, Barney's hair in David Aja's art alternates between shades of brown and reddish-brown. It influenced by the color scheme and lighting.

As you pointed out, his hair isn’t entirely ginger and this is probably because from the fact that a bright ginger tone might not fit the overall aesthetic. Similarly, Natasha’s hair is depicted as red too rather than a vibrant ginger. So, this is more like an artistic choice.

To be fair, I can count on one hand the times he’s actually shown as a ginger. Which are: Avengers (1963), Solo Avengers (1987), Hawkeye: Blindspot, and New Avengers (2010).

Your observation about Barney being ginger when he's unsympathetic is right so far, because:

Avengers (1963): Barney is portrayed as a criminal involved with the mob/mafia.

Solo Avengers (1987): Barney is furious that Clint refused Jacques’ offer of money, completely disregarding the fact that Jacques nearly killed Clint. After that, he leaves Clint alone in abusive environment, because he was fed up with circus life. So he was an asshole here.

Hawkeye Blindspot: Barney returns from the dead to kill Clint (I don't need to explain more).

New Avengers (2010): Barney joins the Dark Avengers and acts like an idiot and asshole all the time.

So yes, the pattern is clear—Barney only seems to be depicted as a ginger when he’s shown in a negative light. BUT there's an exception in Dark Avengers (2012)-

- because his hair is brown.

Dark Avenger!Barney is the most stupid and the most asshole Barney that ever existed. So this pattern breaks here.

And his color change frequently, almost like if he was a heartbroken teenager girl post-breakup lol. It ranges from brown to light brown and even blonde at times.

And in #182-194 he has a pink hair.

With a brief exception in issue #186, where it reverts to brown for few panels. But after that, he consistently has pink hair, with a few exceptions where he’s randomly depicted as either ginger or blonde.

(Yes, punching Barney in Dark Avengers is a very popular thing like you can see lmao).

These constant changes happens only to him for some unknown reasons. Satana and Tigra also appear in Dark Avengers but they have ginger hair all the time. Maybe the artists doesn't care about Barney since usually nobody cares about him lmao.

So the hair color really depends only on artists whims. With the exception of Avengers (1963), because I think they made him ginger to show that he's a bastard and bad version of Clint. And, well, stereotypically gingers are bastards.

Interestingly, Barney's second appearance after Avengers (1963) is in Hawkeye (1983), where he’s showed with black hair. I’ve seen a cleaner version of this panel on the internet where his hair looks more brown, but unfortunately, I can’t find it right now.

We don't know why he's not ginger here but maybe artist didn't want to waste a red/orange ink on him? Or simply forgot about his hair color?

ANYWAY! Barney last appeared in All-New Hawkeye (2016), where he had brown hair. In fact, in both the 2015 and 2016 All-New Hawkeye, his present self is consistently shown with brown hair - regardless of lighting. After 2016, we have nothing with him.

So yeah - our ginger asshole is in fact an brunet asshole.

Conclusion:

His changes of colors are largely due to the whims of the artists, like I said before, but he's most often depicted with brown hair rather than ginger. In fact, Barney tends to have ginger hair when portrayed as an asshole (with the exception of Fraction's Hawkeye, where his characterization leans more towards a gray area than a traditional villain) and everywhere else, he has brown hair. Dark Avengers is of couse an outlier, as the artists there seemed to do whatever they wanted with his hair.

What do I personally think? Well, I once came across a Tumblr RP blog (unfortunately, I couldn't find the @ right now ;_;) that had a headcanon that Barney dyed his hair many times throughout his life, and I treat that as canon. Maybe he dyed it to avoid looking like his father and when he was in FBI he stopped (maybe because he was forced to stop in military). And later he returned to dyeing it again.

And that's it. Thank you for ask :D you can send me more if you want. I'm sorry for answering so late.

BTW despite the fact that I dislike Dark Avengers, I kinda like Barney in pink. He's a cutie pie.

[as-nowilove]

all day saturday

we were not in a hurry when

the earth turned to your fury,

i was

working, you suddenly

maybe i don’t know you that way,

racing through holidays

on drugs and distracting

attractive strangers in common places

so you shrug too, am i

not what you thought better

or obliged by what you knew,

after, am i closer to god than

have you even put that time in,

how about the hill,

have you shoved your head down

and made up that way still,

if you’re not certain

whether this is, i asked how far

we haven’t yet made

to that caught star

and when we did would you

make me not, make me not

kid for your diligence, i can

be again in that position would

you be thankful for that past decision

should you be quiet, should

i live my life like maybe

i am just higher

and that’s why she tries she

wants to see herself better

but she won’t be down there

does she understand her own plan

[extreme-unorthodox-cuddles]

Hello I have returned from the eldritch void pit to provide something that some Evil (but still safe) Thoughts™️ led to the creation of

Overly possessive pred and less than enthusiastic prey that isn't particularly fond of them

Safe vore, halfsize, unwilling prey

Almost out now, nearly to the door. Just a little further to freedom. He snuck through the house in the dead of night, his small size in comparison to everything around him making it easy to move about undetected.

He reached up to the handle, attempting to open the proportionally huge door, but it wouldn't budge. He twisted and pulled it harder, nerves beginning to heighten.

"Now, where are you going at this hour?"

His heart stopped. He flipped around and pressed back hard against the door, eyes fixed on Wulfric directly ahead of them.

"W-wait, please, I just- I just want to leave." Andrew stammered out, heart pounding in his chest. "Ple- please just let me leave."

"Oh, but why on earth would I do that?" he answered, approaching the quivering would-be escapee, "The world out there is so cruel, but I'm keeping you safe here. You have everything you could ever want here."

Wulfric stopped right in front of him and squatted down slightly to have their faces be a bit closer together. In a fit of panic, Andrew flung his arms at them, but he caught them with ease and wrapped his fist around both of his wrists and hoisted them up to have their faces be level with each other.

"Now then," Wulfric stated, a menacing grin on their face, "I'd better put you somewhere nice and safe so that you won't be tempted to wander off again~"

Andrew's heart plummeted. "N-n-no, wait, please! I'm sorry, please don't, I'm sorry!" He wriggled about, trying to free himself of Wulfric's grip, but it had no effect, and his pleas were quickly muffled as his head was stuffed into Wulfric's gaping mouth.

A mixture of tears and saliva covered Andrew's face as his arms were freed briefly before being pinned to his sides as Wulfric began to swallow him down, his legs writhing in a futile escape attempt. He felt gravity shift as he leaned his head back to swallow him easier, and Andrew felt his powerful throat muscles pulling him deeper in, still silently crying.

Wulfric gave a few more gulps, hauling him further down each time, until Andrew's feet finally disappeared, and he let out a deep, satisfied sigh. He looked down at the bulge in their torso and gave it a couple firm pats. "There we go, much better~"

Andrew jolted slightly with each impact he felt on his back, curled up in a fetal position. They could hear Wulfric's voice all around them. "I do love when my meals are active~ But that doesn't matter now, you're all mine, my delicious little prey~" His words sending shivers down his spine. His quiet sobs were drowned out by the groaning of the stomach they were trapped in.

Andrew felt the telltale shifting of walking before feeling his gravity change again, now with stronger pressure on his front. A hand glided up and down his back, no doubt Wulfric revelling in the sensation of being full. "I'll let you out after I get up, so you better get comfy in there~"

Another night spent in this fleshy prison. Sure, it was safe, but still far from preferable. But Andrew had no say in the matter, so he had to reluctantly accept his temporary fate.

He cried himself to sleep again.

[nina-ya]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE HAPPY MONDAY!! A fresh start to the week!! Lets make the most of it and push through!!

[scatter-the-stars]

I still suck at summaries and titles. 🫤

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2023

Day 19 - Weal

It had been the fourteenth summer of Rael‘s life when one morning they woke up, looked at themself in the mirror and realised that something needed to change or they would end up unhappy for the rest of their very long life.

It had been almost a year now since two of their best childhood friends had been taken away. Taken away sounded crueler than it had been, they had left willingly and in anticipation of the new life as Wood-Warders that awaited them, but from Rael’s perspective they had been ripped out of their life from one day to the other.

A long time Rael had spent wishing that they could join their friends but they knew that their role was meant to be a different one. A role they started to fear more with every moon that passed.

It was not like Rael hated the Rava‘s way of life or their village. They loved the Golmore Jungle and their home town but sometimes it all felt like it was going to suffocate them. Rael dreamt about what may lie beneath the borders of the forest and the adventures that waited there, while the days in their hometown were mostly uneventful, one like the other. But the idea of leaving all of this behind scared them all the same.

Rael had always been a peculiar child, not to say some of the other children had found Rael weird. Either easily distracted by seemingly nothing or overly focused on things of little importance to others, so some of the children had at some point started to not involve Rael into their activities anymore. Only a few of them had remained who were adamant of not giving up on the somewhat strange child and of those now remained even less.

When their friends had left for wood warder training there hadn’t been much difference between them and Rael yet, but now slowly Rael‘s body was starting to change, and they began to feel like none of this was right.

They did certainly not dream of being a boy rather than a girl, no, that idea seemed equally repulsive as the imagination of what Rael’s body would look like in a few years. Rael didn’t know what to want or how to feel, but wanting nothing of this at all couldn’t be an option, right?

Rael had tried to talk to their mother about how they felt and to their closest remaining friends too, but it was difficult to put into words and while most of them had been kind and patient, Rael was afraid that none of them really understood. Slowly Rael had started to turn away from the rest of the Rava children and instead found peace in the forest and company in the creatures that lived there. They had never looked at them before with a mix of confusion and reproach as if they wanted to say “Can’t you just be normal?”

This particular morning though as Rael looked into the mirror while tying a cloth tightly around their chest, hoping desperately that it would keep their breasts from growing, Rael made a decision.

Just as they had finished putting on their clothes a raven landed on their windowsill and announced it’s presence by loudly pecking at the wood. For the first time it had appeared a few months ago as Rael had once again spent the afternoon in the forest and since then it returned quite frequently to keep Rael company on their walks through the forest or watched them from a nearby roof while they went through their tasks and training at the village. It had become a dear companion for Rael by now and they had named it Frelsi - Freedom - because the bird was free to fly where it wanted to while Rael themselves was sentenced to remain in this village for the rest of their life and grow into a person, into a duty, they hadn’t chosen for themself.

As Rael greeted the bird it fluttered over to the dresser and cawed at them before looking into the mirror. It blinked and turned its black feathery head this way and that. Rael wondered what it was thinking. Then it looked at Rael, cawed again and took flight back out of the window and into the forest. As they watched Frelsi vanish into endless green of the trees Rael suddenly knew what they had to do. To be honest they had known for a while now and yet they had hesitated. But the time for hesitation was over.

Usually every morning they trained with the other young Rava girls. The women taught them in the use of all kinds of different weapons and also how to hunt. But Rael’s main talent had always been magic, a trait they had learned from their mother. From an early age Rael had been naturally gifted in the manipulation of aether and sometimes even thought they could hear whispers in the rustling of the leaves or words in the chirping of the birds.

That morning Rael skipped the weapon training and went straight to the little clinic where their mother was tending to the wounded and sick. She had been surprised to see her child and scolded them for skipping their lessons but Rael ignored her words.

Instead they announced with unwavering determination in their voice: "I want to go to the Forest Sanctuary and learn from the Green Oracle."

It was said that in the middle of Golmore Jungle, where the forest was so thick that sometimes even the light of the sun couldn’t reach the earth, lay an ancient holy place with roofs of leaves and halls carved into giant trunks and stairs that reached up to the highest treetops of the jungle. Only the strongest of the Rava woman were allowed to guard this sanctuary and apart from them people only visited it in the most dire emergencies.

Rael had heard rumours of the place and it‘s extraordinary mages, above all of them a person that was called the Green Oracle. It was said that the Green Oracle was a Rava much older than any woman in Rael’s village but with the appearance of a young child and their magic was so powerful that they could hear the will of the forest itself and sometimes even predict the future.

"Don‘t be silly, Rael.", their mother had said. "The way to the sanctuary is very long and they would turn you away anyway. Your magic is strong, I agree, but you’re too young and inexperienced to be chosen as a guardian of the sanctuary."

"I don’t want to be a guardian.", Rael had answered before finally revealing the truth. "I can hear the voice of the forest and it is calling for me."

The bowl Rael‘s mother held in her hands had landed clattering on the floor. For a moment she just stared at her child with wide eyes before slowly nodding. "I see… The way you sometimes look at the trees and the creek and the birds, like you understand them better than you do the other children. I feared it might come to this…"

"Feared? Why?", Rael asked surprised.

Their mother sighed. "The Green Oracle is the only one of their kind and it is said that they live at least twice as long as a normal Viera would. Only once or twice every millennium a child with their gifts is born to take the place of the former oracle. I don’t want such a lonely, long life for you."

Rael had just tilted their head and said: "But alone is not the same as lonely and I don’t mind being alone."

For a moment she stared at Rael but then their mother sighed. "There is no use in hiding it. Or trying to force you to something that feels wrong to you...", she mused, slowly picked up the bowl from the floor and put it aside. Then she gently ruffled their child hair and went to speak with the oldest and wisest of the other women. The rest of the day their village had been in turmoil. No matter where Rael went suddenly everybody seemed to eye them and whisper in hushed voices when they walked by. But in the evening their mother returned to their home and announced that they would leave together at dawn.

She hugged her child and handed Rael a small backpack. „I thought that maybe those will suit you more.“ Rael peaked inside and found the type of clothes and armor pieces they usually gave to the boys leaving town to become Wood-Warders. Rael wondered if their mother had misunderstood who they wanted to be but the gift made them inexplicably happy nonetheless.

The journey to the Forest Sanctuary took several days and for a while the forest was so thick Rael couldn’t tell anymore if it was day or night. Without their mother’s guidance they would have been hopelessly lost. But at some point the jungle started to feel different, more ancient and more powerful. From there onwards it was like something called Rael, guiding them into the right direction, and only an hour or two later they stepped into a glade filled with flowers more beautiful than Rael had ever seen.

On the other side of the glade the trees curled into impossible shapes and formed a gateway leading into the heart of the forest. On silent wing Frelsi emerged from the trees, flew a little curve and landed on Rael’s left shoulder. Suddenly a strong gust rolled through the wood and seemed to urge Rael to keep going.

As they stepped across the glade towards the entry to the sanctuary, two awe-inspiring Viera women stepped out of the shadows. They had without doubt been there the whole time but had remained impossible to be seen until then.

"We awaited you, Rael Hyskaris.", one of them said. "Please follow us.", the other added and led them through the wooden gateway.

The sanctuary unmistakably belonged to the Golmore Jungle, or maybe the Jungle to it? They looked similar but at the same time the sanctuary felt like a mystical dream version of reality. Nature and architecture went hand in hand here and it seemed impossible to tell where one stopped and the other started. Rael could feel the air sizzle with magic and ancient secrets.

For a while they followed a leafy hallway to both sides framed by identical trees like the pillars of a temple. Their branches formed a roof of deep green leaves through which the light filtered in warm beams. At the end of this hallway was a small creek, that meandered through a handful of tall willow trees and all kinds of forest creatures eyed them curiously. Sturdy roots grew out of the forest floor and were artistically woven together to small bridges leading into various directions.

Finally they reached the entrance to a cave veiled by vines with blue and white flowers. The entrance was pitch black but the further they stepped into the cave more and more luminous plants and fungi started to grow and illuminated the tunnels.

After a few minutes a bright light appeared ahead of them and as they came closer Rael realised that they had reached an exit leading onto another glade. The meadow was perfectly circular and surrounded by ancient looking, broad trees with snow-white bark and leaves in every color one could imagine.

In the middle of the meadow, placed in a small pond, stood a delicate pavilion elaborately crafted out of the same white wood and under the leafy roof this pavilion sat a small Viera. They had long white hair, sun-tanned skin and were dressed in a dark green robe streaked with white and golden patterns. It seemed impossible to tell wether they were male or female, they looked about Rael’s age but at the same time something about their posture and the gaze of their milky white eyes seemed ancient and omniscient.

"Are you the one the wind told me about? Are you Rael Hyskaris?", the Green Oracle asked with a voice that sounded very young and incredibly old at the same time.

Rael nodded firmly. "I am."

"And you think you can hear the voice of the forest?", the Viera questioned further.

"I do.", Rael confirmed.

The oracle smiled serenely. "Step closer, my child, and we will see about that."

Rael looked at their mother who stood beside them. She nodded encouragingly. Slowly Rael climbed up the three stairs leading onto the pavilion and the raven on their shoulder hopped down to the floorboards with a small caw. For a moment Frelsi looked at the viera sitting on the floor and the viera looked back at it. Then the bird almost seemed to make a little bow before it fluttered away and sat down on a colorful branch at the side of the glade.

“Sit.”, the oracle spoke quietly and made a gesture towards a light green cushion beside them. Rael did as commanded, their gaze reverently lowered.

A warm hand tilted up their chin and the milky white eyes of the oracle stared deeply into Rael‘s soul. "You came here for your own good.", they finally spoke and Rael felt caught by their words. "But as an oracle your focus will have to be the well-being of the entire forest and all the creatures living in it. Do you think you can do this?"

Rael shivered and answered honestly. "I hope I can learn how to fulfill this task."

The Green Oracle nodded. Slowly they turned around and then presented Rael with a small crystal bowl filled with an orange liquid.

"What is this?", Rael asked.

"It is the nectar of the blossoms of the most sacred tree in this forest.", they explained calmy. "If you drink from it and you truly are what you claim to be it will strengthen your gifts. But if you are not, it will drive you to madness and my guardians will have to kill you for your own good."

Rael nervously glanced from the liquid to the oracle, who observed them and asked: "Does this scare you?"

"No.", Rael answered and stubbornly shook their head. "I will drink it."

"But I have to warn you of one more thing.", the oracle explained. "The powers this nectar grants come at a prize. The moment you drink this, you will stop to age and never grow a single day older ever again for the rest of your life. You will never be able to have a normal life like any other Rava woman. Are you sure that this is what you want?"

For a last time Rael imagined themself - herself - as a grown woman of her mothers age, a fierce warrior defending her village or a healer just like her mother, maybe with a bunch of little Viera children and a lover she will only be allowed to see once a year.

Rael shuddered.

This was a possible future but they were certain that it wasn’t their future.

"You are the Green Oracle.", Rael said firmly. "Don‘t you already know the answer to this question?"

The oracle smiled. "I do. But I want to hear the words from your mouth and make sure that you know you had a choice."

Rael glanced back to their mother one last time and thought about the wishes she had for her child but their mother just smiled at Rael despite all of her worries. Rael nodded: "I am aware of my options and I choose the path of the oracle on my own free will."

"So be it.", the Green Oracle said and offered the crystal bowl to Rael, who carefully took it, raised it to their lips and then without hesitation swallowed the nectar in one go. It tastes almost like honey, just a little spicier, Rael thought, as the oracle carefully took the empty bowl from their hands.

Then suddenly a burning pain shot through their head and made Rael gasp for air. They convulsed and collapsed to the floorboards of the pavilion clawing at their head with both hands, their usual amber eyes glowing bright white.

For a moment Rael could hear their mothers voice screaming their name and the nervous caws of a raven mixed with the sound of fluttering wings. Then they heard nothing at all and every sound of the forest at once and dozens of images quickly flared up in front of their eyes. It felt deafening. Blinding. For a second Rael feared they had made a mistake after all. Then the chaos came to a halt and lingered on a terrifying scenery of fire and flames raining down onto the Golmore Jungle.

Suddenly Rael felt a hand on their forehead and at once everything stopped. They blinked and saw the Green Oracle leaning over them, Frelsi on their left shoulder curiously tilting it’s head. "What was that?!", Rael exclaimed and tried not to flinch away.

"I have to admit that I did not expect such a strong reaction.", the oracle stated thoughtfully. "What you saw was a vision."

Rael picked themself off of the floor, still shivering, and gasped: "I saw the forest burn!"

"Indeed.", the oracle nodded sadly. "I saw the same vision you did when I touched you. Just a little clearer than you I assume. It was a vision of the future. A future in which not only the Golmore Jungle, but all of this world will be destroyed."

"Wh-what?", Rael stammered fearfully. "What do we do now?"

"It was only a possible future.", the oracle explained trying to calm the young Viera down. "One that can still be prevented."

"But how?", Rael asked. "What can we do to stop such a catastrophe?!"

"All I can do is teach you the most important skills to control your powers." the Green Oracle answered. "Stopping your vision from becoming reality is something only you can do."

"Me??", Rael shrieked in panic.

"Yes, you, Rael.", the oracle put a hand on Rael’s shoulder and immediately Rael started to feel calmer again. "But to stop this fate, you will have to leave the forest."

"Leave!? But if I leave I won’t be allowed to ever return!", Rael said with another wave of panic flaring up inside them.

"Calm down, child. Fear is a bad advisor. It will only cloud your judgement and make you hesitate when you need to act.", the oracle took both of Rael’s hands in their own. "You are to become an oracle of the forest and the forest commands you to leave in order to save it. You will not be exiled. One day, if you can fulfill your task, you will be able to return and resume your training with me."

Rael let the information sink in and then slowly nodded. "I understand."

"You will have to learn as much as you can, so hopefully, when the time comes, you will know what to do. It will not be easy. There will be times of pain and sorrow and sacrifice, but you will have to endure them. For the well-being of all of us and to save every single living thing on this star."

"I will do my best.", Rael offered.

"May your best be enough... ", the Green Oracle said. "Say goodbye to your mother and then we will begin your training at once. There is no time to waste."

[esote-rika]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Category: Smut 18+ MDNI

Summary: Teasing your virgin boyfriend was all fun and games, until he’s too worked up to function. When the layers of clothing fall off, you’re in for a delightfully large surprise.

Content: 3.2k words, virgin!Spencer, kinda sub undertones, he’s hung af and really fucking whiny, fingering, hand jobs, raw p in v but reader is on the pill, multiple orgasms, Spencer cries because he needs it so bad, reader wears lip gloss, dacryphilia (lemme know if I missed anything)

a/n: Truly just 3.2k words of filth. I wrote this instead of the next chapter for my thesis and I have no regrets. Also, a lot of my italicized words got lost because formatting on the app truly is the bane of my existence, but I reached a personal milestone and wanted to celebrate! So yay, here's a fic as a thank you for supporting my blog and writings ❤️

Sometimes dating Spencer Reid meant throwing subtlety out the goddamn window; the man wouldn’t know subtext if it hit him square on his beautiful, perfectly sculpted face. All your subtle attempts to seduce him have all been entirely unsuccessful, and you're beginning to wonder if he even wants you that way. 

In your defense, you've been dating for over two months now and he still hasn't initiated anything beyond making out. It’s been making you antsy. Of course, his hesitation is nice. It comes from a place of respect after all, and there’s something endearing about his gentle touches, large hands ghosting over your body. You appreciate this easy, steady pace you've set for the relationship. 

But after a particularly busy week for both of you, you've been left aching and needy for something more. 

When you finally found a time that works for both of your schedules, you decided it would be time to make your move. Fuck waiting for him to initiate. You can do it yourself. You'd been subtle about it at first—a hand on his thigh, a few inches higher than where you'd normally place it, lips running over his jaw. 

The man had simply laughed nervously, and returned with a kiss to your forehead.

Briefly, you wondered if it truly is because he's not into you that way. However, that thought flits right out of your pretty head when you see the unmistakable tent slowly forming in his pants. 

So you’d upped your actions, nibbling at his earlobe in the middle of dessert, fingers trailing up his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. Screw subtlety. (And hopefully, him too.) By the time you two sat in the back of the cab, he’s a squirming mess.

“S-stay the night?” he’d been so shy about it you debated teasing him a little more. Maybe if you weren’t so horny, you would have, but relief had simply flooded your veins. Finally. So you nod, teased him a little more in the back of the cab until he had to grab your wrists and hold them in place, because he swore he’d probably come in here just from one more brush of your palm. The lightest pressure and he’d be a goner, a pathetic mess, and you hadn’t even really done anything. 

There had been no build up once you got into his apartment. Simply an exchange of quick, sloppy kisses, Spencer pushing you deeper into his house until the couch hits the back of your knees and both of you came tumbling down. He’s already rutting his hips against your thigh, his erection hot even through his slacks. Clumsy fingers strip off fabric and shoes, leaving them strewn haphazardly on his living room floor.

You had pushed him away then, grinning enticingly as you went to straddle his lap. You ground your hips in circular motions against his still clothed crotch, gasping as the obvious bulge gives you even more traction to rub on. 

“No fair,” he whines, fingers leaving crescent shaped indents on your hips, “P-please stop teasing, you’ve been doing it all night.”

He’s so tightly wound it’s almost pathetic. He’s lucky you’ve some semblance of mercy left in your body, because you could probably come undone just from the friction that came by dry humping him. But you relent, sitting back on his thighs as you tug at his underpants. 

“All right baby, since you asked so nicely.”

Thus exposing what’s going to be the small issue of the night.

Rather, the large issue.

His cock springs free and for a moment you just stare at it. Red, veiny, pulsing and huge. Larger than anyone you’ve been with, larger than even the toys that hide in that one drawer in your bedroom closet.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You paled a little.”

A shaky laugh escapes your lips, “You didn’t tell me you were hung.”

His eyebrows scrunch, so ridiculously adorable you have to bite your lip to stifle another giggle.

“Hung?”

“Yeah, like, your dick is huge.”

Red blooms across his cheeks, “It’s - it’s certainly above average—”

“You know what the average length is?”

“I-in North America, yes.”

“I didn’t know you swung that way, baby.”

He groans, moving to hide his face into the crook of your neck, “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, I know, I’m kidding.” You manage to shift and catch his head before he has a chance to press it to your neck. Your lips land on his, and he’s pushing his tongue inside your mouth sloppily. When you pull away for air, you add, “You’re just bigger than what I’m used to.”

“Is that bad?”

Is it? One hand wraps around the base of his cock, stroking up delicately, testing out the girth and the weight of him. He shudders, muscles tensing. His fingers dig into your hips. With a grin, you reply, “On the contrary, I think it’s exciting.”

You position yourself over him then, letting the blunt tip run up and down your slick folds. The friction makes you both shiver. Every single ridge and vein of his cock catches on your sensitive flesh, and you can’t help but start moving your hips up and down, rubbing your folds over the length of him. 

“You’re - ah - so wet.” his tone is wretched with desire and awe.

“All for you baby.” You continue your ministrations, letting his length part your folds, the tip hitting your clit at certain angles. His cock is covered in your slick within moments and your poor boyfriend looks like he’s about to combust. You feel the twitch of his cock, the shift in the way he moves his hips—rocking up desperately against you—and you know he’s close. So you stop.

You’re rewarded by another whine.

“Please,” his grip is hurting you now, palms clutching handfuls of your ass. You don’t think he’s even aware of how tightly he’s doing it. “Please, I’m so—”

“Spence, do you really want to cum without even being inside me?” That shuts up his whining. “Mhm, didn’t think so.”

“Can I— please, just—”

“What?”

“Wanna touch you.”

Your lips tug into a smile. At your nod of assent, one of his hands let go of your ass to move to your pussy, the pads of his fingers quickly locating your clit.

“Fuck, Spence,” your head falls forward, forehead meeting his, “Faster, baby.”

He obeys, tilting his head forward to capture your lips. Your mouth opens to him, muffling your moans as you begin to move, shamelessly riding his hand. His finger finds your entrance, dipping shallowly, hesitantly, but you’re so wet that, with a quick thrust of your hips, the digit slips all the way in. 

Spencer pulls away from the kiss to watch, the pupils of his eyes nearly eclipsing the ochre irises as your pussy swallows his finger greedily. Transfixed, he adds another finger and it’s your turn to squeeze and mark up his alabaster skin with crescent marks. 

“Yes,” you groan, gasp, writhe in his lap as his fingers curl and find the sweet spot inside you, “Oh god, Spencer, yes!”

He’s entranced as he pumps his fingers in and you, mouth hanging open as your pussy parts and accepts his fingers so prettily. To reciprocate, your hands—plural, yes both hands—wrap around his cock, starting a slow, lazy pace. That throws his rhythm off, fingers stilling inside you.

“Keep going,” you urge him, hands slowing to a stop as well, “Spencer.”

He whines, hips bucking up into your palms, but something in your voice seems to set him straight. Fingers thrust in and out of you again, long and elegant and stretching you for what’s about to come. Satisfied, you pump your hands over his cock again, twisting them every time you motion up, and squeezing as you go down. It doesn’t take long for him to fall apart, his cock twitching before cum shoots from the tip. Because you’re straddling his lap, it makes a mess and lands on both of you—his stomach, your chest, some even on your hair. 

“Oh god,” he’s whining again, embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I’m so—”

You silence him with a kiss, still stroking him, as your hips move over his hand. His brain manages to work, curling inside your fluttering walls. The movements are messy, uncoordinated as you chase your orgasm and he struggles to catch up. A whine leaves your lips, soft and needy. Something about it must trigger the neurons in his beautiful brain, make him remember you have the perfect bundle of nerves being neglected and he has more free fingers. 

With a slight shift, he presses his thumb to your clit. 

“Fuck, baby, yes!” you cry out breathlessly, head falling forward on his shoulder. 

“Good?” he asks, increasing pressure on that sensitive nub. Small, quick circles. You wonder when he became so dexterous.

You nod, thighs clenched and quivering as your climax nears, the pleasure in your stomach building and coiling into something white-hot and— “Oh, Spencer!”

His other arm wraps around your waist, crushing you to him as he helps you through your orgasm. In the steady comfort of his arms, the rocking of your hips slow to a stop. You feel his lips at your temple, not really kissing the spot, just resting there. Heavy breaths rifle strands of your hair. 

“Oh god,” he sighs, fingers slipping out of you with a pop, “Angel, that was amazing.”

You straighten up, grinning, “We're not done yet.”

“No?”

Eyes dart down suggestively, and his gaze follows to his own lap. Still completely erect, his cock lays flat against you, heavy and pulsating. “No, I think I need to take care of you a little more.”

“Y-you don't have—”

But you've already lifted yourself to your knees, fighting through the quake in your thighs, in order to position the tip of him at your slick entrance. His hands return to your thighs, nails clamping down on your skin.

“But I'm not— condom—”

How cute, he can barely speak. You grin, press a chaste kiss to the dimple on his cheek. “I'm clean. And on the pill.”

“You sure it’s okay?”

It's more than okay, actually. You're too shades shy of being desperate for his cock to split you open, but you're not sure if he'd survive hearing that sentence so you say, “Of course it is baby. Unless… you want me to stop?” If he catches the hint of insecurity in your voice, he doesn't show it. 

Instead, his head is shaking no, vigorously, lower lip jutting out in a pout. 

You smile, and kiss it away, “Okay then. I'll go slow, okay?”

You'd meant it as an empty warning. Really, there's nothing more you want than to impale yourself down on him and ride him like there's no tomorrow. However, as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, as the blunt tip breaches your entrance and spreads your walls, you realize that going slow is probably more of a necessity. 

He's big. Almost uncomfortably so. 

One sharp exhale from your lips and he's suddenly looking at you in concern, “Are you all right?”

“Fine,” you gasp, although the furrow in your brows suggest otherwise. 

“You don't have to—"

“Hush, baby, I just need a moment.” You say, forcing yourself to relax and take more. The broadest part of his head pushes through, stretching you wider than you've ever been. Soft, keening sounds fill the air. It's hard to know which came from you, or from him.

You look up, and laugh when you realize Spencer's skin is dappled with large red splotches. He's staring at where the two of you are connected, his cock barely fitting inside you. With a deep breath, you roll your hips around, trying to get used to the feeling. He whines again, his torso falling back onto the cushion, “Oh my god,” he gasps, lower lips trembling, “Oh my god, please.”

“Need you to be patient for me, Spence.” you mutter, dropping down a little more. You place one hand on his thigh for balance, while the other wraps around the base of his cock, stroking him to give him some relief. The greedy bastard bucks up, involuntarily, and you hiss as another inch pushes into you before you're ready.

“Spence!”

“Sorry, I'm sorry! Just - oh god, oh god, please, oh did I hurt you?”

And then it happens. Something glimmers on his cheek as it catches the light. And then another. And again, this time on the other cheek. Your hand leaves his thigh to grasp his chin, tilt his head up.

Your boyfriend is crying. Splayed out on the couch, cushions embedded by the sharp joints of his elbows from where he's propped himself up. He's looking up at you with glimmering liquid gathered on the rims of his lashline. Dripping down his cheeks, only to be replaced by another bout. 

“Baby,” You sigh, pouting as you lean down. Soft lips catch his tears, leaving sticky residue on his cheekbones from the remains of your lip gloss, “It's okay.”

Another sob. Large teardrops crawl down his chiseled face.

Knowing that it’s your fault makes a feeling of power surge through you. “You’re so pretty like this, Spence.” 

“Angel, please—”

The sight of his tear streaked face does something to you, your walls relaxing and fluttering as you manage to accept another inch down. His reaction is instantaneous, nails sinking into your hips, head falling back. “No, no,” you say, hand coming to the back of his head, tilting his head forward again, “Look at me.”

Tear streaked and hazy eyed, he manages to keep his head steady in order to maintain eye contact. It’s a little sick, the way this turns you on, but it allows you to sheath his cock further in. 

You lift yourself up, until only the tip remains notched inside you, and his cock gleams with the evidence of your arousal. With a smile, you sink down again, walls fluttering as you take him deeper, until you have about three fourths of his length buried inside you and he’s little more than a puddle. 

A hiss escapes your lips, brows knitting from the stretch. It isn’t just that his length is impressive, it’s that he’s thick too, splitting your pussy open. But now he's buried more than halfway through, giving you enough room to lift yourself up, and sink down again.

You count that as a victory.

He groans, muscles tensing, and you know he's desperately trying not to buck up and meet your movements. With a small smile, you lean close, forehead resting on his. Large, honeyed eyes stare back up at you, still glassy with tears. You repeat the same motion of your hips, moaning as you feel every single ridge and vein of his cock straining inside your walls. 

“Feel good?” you murmur, swiping a stray teardrop with your thumb. 

“Mhmm,” he nods, breath hitching as your movements grow steady. The sting remains, but it's grown dull now that you’ve gotten more used to the size of him.

“Oh god, baby, why haven't we done this sooner?” you whine as you rock on top of him, enjoying the fullness of having him inside of you. The question is rhetorical, but he's in absolutely no state of mind to answer. His hands grip your hips tightly as he sniffles, unable to do anything else except enjoy the ride you're giving him.

Praises leave your lips, murmured in tones cloyingly sweet and half mocking. 

“Crying over sex, you're so lucky I'm so into you.”

“You look so pretty with tears in your eyes baby."

“Never had pussy this tight, haven't you?” 

That last one rips another sob from him, because you know this is his first, that you're making a mockery out of something significant for him. So you soothe with a kiss, and whispers of “I'm sorry, it's okay, you're doing so good, you feel so good.”

You punctuate it by moving faster, your pussy thoroughly comfortable and so wet that there's barely any struggle to bounce on his dick. However, you're still careful, still unable to take him all the way in. You figure it's something you both can work up to, something for the future. The thought makes you smile. 

Besides he doesn't seem to mind, moaning beneath you as you ride him. He seems to have lost all ability to articulate himself, instead just staring at you with red, tear filled eyes and a slack jaw. It makes you giggle, the way he looks so utterly fucked out. 

You clench around him, walls tightening sharply, sending sensations that make the two of you gasp. 

“I-I'm so close.” He manages to say, his hands now helping you, guiding your body as you impale yourself over his cock again and again, “Please, I'm so—”

“I know, baby, I know, you can come.”

His eyes squeeze shut, and his voice is especially strained when he asks, “Inside?”

You tug his hair teasingly, and his kids flutter open again. With a grin, you confirm, “Inside.”

A few more thrusts and he's gone, crying out, squirming desperately beneath you as spurts of his cum paint your walls. You don't stop, riding him continuously as you chase your own release. Thick, creamy liquid drips from your pussy and down the base of his cock with every movement. 

He sobs even more. 

“Touch me,” You whisper, pleading, “Spence, please baby, I'm so close.”

His fingers are at your clit in an instant, rubbing hasty circles as your pace grows erratic and sloppy. 

“Please,” He gasps, looking up at you with glassy, imploring eyes, “Please I wanna feel you come.”

Your body seems attuned to his desperate pleas, because as soon as those words leave his lips, your pussy clenches around him so tightly you both yelp in surprise. He doesn't stop his ministrations on your clit, helping you through your orgasm until you're panting. For the second time tonight, you collapse against him, face buried at the crook of his neck. 

“My god.”

He laughs, breathless, “My god indeed.” 

He shifts, moving slowly so he doesn't jostle your boneless frame too much. There's a hiss from you as he slowly pulls out. You find yourself clenching around nothing, feeling oddly empty after such an intense fullness. 

Silence wraps around both of you, heady and languid. His fingers in your hair, scratching your scalp. Soft intimacy after a whirlwind of lust.

And then he breaks it, so achingly sweet it almost makes you cry, “I'm sorry that I hurt you.”

“Mhm?”

“Earlier,” He clarifies, lips finding your shoulder and staying there. His voice becomes muffled and sheepish, “When I thrust up.”

“I didn't think you'd remember that.” You tease, fingers tangling into his hair and tugging at his curls.

“I've an eidetic memory, remember? I remember everything.” He laughs too. Relief makes his voice sound lighter. “I never want to hurt you.”

“You didn't,” You reassure him, “Well - okay, a little bit, but it's fine. I don't think you meant to.”

“Of course not,” He hums, lips traveling up your neck, “But I'll be more careful next time.”

“Next time huh?”

“Mhm,” Teeth on your jaw. Playful, teasing. “Next time.” 

It sounds like a promise. You know he intends to keep it. 

This was a request by @mggslover lol I forgot to add up top oh well

[nomaishuttle]

another successful therapy

[em1989ts]

𝐭𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞

yelena belova x fem! reader

word count: 1.6k - masterlist

summary: yelena catches you staring, and decides a sparring session is just the thing you need

contents: wlw smut, sparring, scissoring, squirting, anxious! reader

authors note: yay first wlw smut finally, it's 3:30 am and i wrote this under an hour and haven't proofread it yet cause i am going to crash the minute after i post this, also i know yelena is canonically aroace (so am i probably) but this is a work of fiction and so is she

~~

It had been a peaceful morning for you. The anxieties of the day before had been washed away with a good night’s sleep, leaving you feeling calm and refreshed for the day ahead. 

After taking a soothing warm shower and getting dressed in some comfortable clothes, you made your way to the kitchen, excited for some of whatever Alexei had cooked up for the team that morning and a fresh cup of coffee. 

On your way to the elevator, you bumped into Bob, who happily told you all about the book he had just finished reading the night before. It was about a chemist who starred in her own cooking show, and he highly recommended it and promised to let you borrow it anytime. 

As you both walked into the kitchen, concluding your conversation about the novel, you noticed Walker and Ava already there. Typically, they would bicker back and forth about whether or not they should have waffles or pancakes or something similarly inconsequential, but this morning however, they seemed to be peacefully eating bacon and eggs and chatting like two normal people. 

Alexei greeted you and Bob brightly as the two of you pulled out chairs and sat down, ready to enjoy the meals he had placed before you. 

The food was delicious, contributing towards your good mood. 

That was until Yelena walked in, wearing a black tank top and her hair slicked back, dripping wet from her morning shower. Once your eyes met her figure, you immediately choked on a bite of bacon. 

You thanked Bob as he handed you your mug of coffee to sooth your throat, looking away from Yelena to catch your breath. How was it that she could look so good this early in the morning? 

As she made her way over to the coffee maker, making conversion with Alexei, she pretended not to notice you sneaking glances at her. She was an assassin, of course she noticed. 

You thought you were being subtle, but once she caught your gaze and held eye contact, giving you a small smirk before turning her attention back to stirring her coffee, you knew you were done for. 

She walked around the table to pass by you, patting you on the shoulder as she said, “Training room. One hour,” and walked back down the hallway towards her quarters. 

And there goes your good morning. 

~~ 

Why did it have to be one hour? Why couldn’t it have been fifteen minutes? Ten, even? 

Yelena’s absence in the kitchen let her command ring through your head, kicking in your anxiety for the day. 

You placed your empty plate in the sink and took your mug of coffee with you back to your room, before setting it down on your nightstand to change into your training clothes. Once you stood fully dressed in your biking shorts, sports bra, and crewneck, you stood in the middle of your room, staring at the clock that stated only 7 minutes had passed. 

Was she trying to torture you? Did she want you to heavily overthink your training session with her? Was it just going to be casual sparring or was she setting up some elaborate Ninja Warrior obstacle course in the middle of the room? Why one hour? Did she interpret your staring in the kitchen as you being an obsessed stalker and needed time to plan out a speech to let you down easy and nicely tell you to stay away from her? 

The coffee sitting on your nightstand was definitely cold by now, as you paced back and forth, worries eating at you, heart racing slightly. 

To calm yourself down, you face planted onto your bed, and just laid there for a few moments to relax your body and mind. Surely, there was no need to worry, she probably just thought you were weak and needed to work out more. Yes, that’s it. 

With a quieter heartbeat, you sat up on the bed and levitated your coffee mug towards you, catching in your palms before taking a cold sip of caffeine. Now that you were less stressed, you might have time to stretch a bit before your training.

Looking over at your clock, you see that it’s only been - an hour and five minutes? 

You froze for a moment, not truly believing your eyes, before you quickly placed the mug back on your nightstand, threw on your sneakers, and ran out your bedroom door. 

The elevator seemed impossibly slower than usual as you stepped in place nervously, waiting for the doors to open and let you out onto the gym floor. 

Hopefully, she wouldn’t be mad, maybe she wasn’t even there yet. 

The elevator dinged as you quickly made your way out and to the training room, opening the door to find Yelena standing there in her training outfit. Her arms lay crossed across her chest, as she leaned slightly on her hip, looking impeccable yet impatient. 

“You’re late.” 

She eyed you up and down as you tried to explain yourself, “Yeah, I uh- lost track of time.” 

She wasn’t going to bother pointing out the two different sneakers on your feet, so she began explaining your training session. 

“Right, well, we’re going to practice sparring. You’re too heavily reliant on your powers to fight for you, so you’re not that good at hand to hand combat.” 

That you knew. Of course, you could hold your own in a fight, but not too efficiently and not for very long. 

“Okay, so we just start punching or-” 

Before you could finish asking, Yelena threw the first punch, aiming a left hook right for your cheek before you caught it, using your powers. 

“Shit, sorry. Let me try again,” you released your mind’s hold on her hand but before you could prepare yourself for another incoming punch, she quickly spun around, and swiped her leg through yours, taking out your balance and knocking you to the ground. 

Trying to stay focused, you rolled to the side before she could drop down and land a punch, and tackled her onto her back. She quickly stabilized and flipped you underneath her, placing her knee and half of her weight onto your abdomen, the other knee on the floor between your thighs. 

Before you could grab her shoulders and use leverage to throw her off, she took your wrists in her hands and pinned them above your head. The position the two of you were in and her sharp gaze over you made your skin flush pink as you avoided her eyes. Clearly, you lost the fight. 

She cocked her head a bit and smiled down at you, “You’re really not good at taking control, or is it just because of me?” 

You dared to look into her eyes, a daring look now bored into you, which gave you the tiniest bit of courage, but just enough. 

With your arms pinned, the only thing you could do was buck your hips up slightly, your clothed clit barely meeting hers. 

The look in her eyes turned dark as she grinned down at you, needy underneath her. She transferred one of your hands to be locked with the other above your head, as she used her free hand to lift up one of your thighs slightly, giving her a better angle as she grinded down against you. A whine left your mouth as she dragged her cunt across yours, feeling her lips through the friction of her shorts. 

Your hair rubbed back and forth on the mat as your body moved with every thrust of her hips against yours. Her fingernails dug into your thigh as she let out the hottest groans you’d ever heard, looking up at her dazed and glowing face. 

Slick was practically seeping out of your cunt, you could feel it soaking through the fabric between you, mixing with her wetness. Every whine and whimper you let out was higher than the last as you got closer and closer to your high, using your last bit of strength to break your arms free from her hold on them above your head and firmly dig them into her hips. You pulled her closer, meeting her thrusts with your own as you felt the wave building inside your stomach, feeling his clit bumping against yours over and over again was driving you insane. 

“Lena, I’m gonna cum, please ah-,” you begged, growing closer and closer to your orgasm,”Please let me cum.” 

Her own orgasm was building fast. She looked down as your flushed, moaning figure before bringing her unoccupied hand under your crewneck, dragging her nails across one of your nipples over your sports bra. 

“Cum for me.” 

With her permission and that last bit of stimulation, your back arched off the floor as you came, moaning out with each wave that crashed over you as you squirt against her cunt. 

Watching you come undone and squirt against her was enough for Yelena’s orgasm, squeezing your breast as she moaned and grinded against you harder, riding out her high. 

Once you both steadied your breathing, you stayed in the same position for a moment longer, admiring the other’s fucked out and sweaty face. 

Yelena slowly removed her leg from between yours and lowered herself to press her lips against yours, in a passionate, slow and steady kiss. It took you a moment to remember how to move before you cupped her face in your palm and continued the kiss, before she helped you stand up and led you back upstairs so the two of you could shower. 

However, when Bucky came in later to warm up for his training with Walker, he was pretty confused about the puddle sitting in the middle of the mat. 

~~

[yan-lorkai]

Hi, so I've read the rules, but I'm not sure how much I can ask for. Can I get a headcanon about the TWST Housewardens finding out that the GN! reader has a boyfriend? Oh, and the reader's boyfriend is just some random student NPC in their dorms. If it's too much, just some of them reacting would be cool. Thanks!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Finally done, yay! Been a while since I wrote for all the housewardens so it is a little lengthy. Hope u enjoy, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Tw: Yandere content, stalking, implied violence and kidnapping.

He's been watching you this whole time, feeling his heart beat inside his chest whenever he heard your sweet laugh and saw you smiling. His feelings slowly start to grow as you become friends, but there's just one problem: You have a boyfriend. What an unpleasant surprise! Well, what a shame that your boyfriend will disappear under suspicious circumstances that will never be resolved and he will be right here by your side to comfort you :)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Azul know just what to do. He plots and plans and trap your boyfriend on a deal he can't refuse. It's a tricky deal, trickier than usual, I mean, a one in a lifetime chance, whatever it is. However you won't never know what happened to him, not when you come to Azul asking if he knows something, not when he is comforting you and rubbing your back as you cry while he pretends to be just as sad as you. As if he ever feel sad to lead your boyfriend to his demise when he can have you like this, when he can mend your heart himself and love you like you deserve. Though when you recover Azul will show you just how devotion and love truly feels. He has been deprived of it for too long, bullied and teased, and he will have you, even if you found out about the deal, even if you claim to hate him, he can bear it.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Kalim is a sweetheart on the surface level, so happy all the time, so friendly. But he is oh so suffocating, always touching your arm and pulling you into a hug, kissing your cheeks and forehead and laughing when you tell him to knock it off. People always tend to assume he is your boyfriend and tell you that you too are a very cute couple, and they're always shocking when you tell them that Kalim isn't your boyfriend but just your bestie. Not yet, at least. On an intimate level, he likes to think about what to do with your actual boyfriend. People love money more than they love humans. Can he bribe him? If so, how can he guarantee that he won't go back on his word? Or should him send Jamil to do his dirty work? Mmm, so many options, either way, by the end of the month your boyfriend will disappear and you will need a friendly shoulder to lean on and Kalim is more than happy to be there for you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Idia already has Ortho investigating this student and is so easy to watch him since he is in Ignyhide. He isn't worthy your time, your love and care, he is but a little plankton, not very smart or interesting, Idia don't know what you had seen on your actual boyfriend but he is never going to tell this to your face. Instead, he invite you to his room to play and study, assuming a more softer approach about this little problem than most yanderes, telling you how your boyfriend has been acting strange and visiting another person's room for a very long period of time. He even show you a very factual and not at all fabricated camera footage as a proof. Idia considers himself a very good friend when he comfort you and wipes your angry tears, telling that you deserve better, that he can treat you better. After all, it wasn't your fault that your boyfriend was a cheater. And Idia can show you what true love is.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Vil is horrified about your taste in men. Like, really, Liebling? You love this... Thing? Well, He has to give recognition where it is due and as a Pomefiore student, your boyfriend tried to polish and better himself. Though it wasn't enough. He wouldn't be good enough for you even in thousand years. Vil likes to imagine how he would take care of you, love you, polish you. He likes to imagine how he'd let down his walls around you and told funny stories from his movies or backstage gossips. Knowing you have a boyfriend kinda of shatter those thoughts. He tried to be happy for you, he really tried but in the end he couldn't help himself. So he created a potion, so sweet and yummy, and gave it to your boyfriend. Simple as that. Having you crying on his lap was just a bonus, a bonus Vil would cherish dearly.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus has what he wants. And he wants you. It's only natural that things will fall in order after he states his claim on you, every single little thing start to goes wrong in your relationship and you, stressed and sad, tells Malleus every single thing while he comforts you. Sweet words are whispered in your ears, great dreams greets you everytime you sleep and in your dreams you are always so happy by Malleus's side, exploring woods and swimming in lakes, petting sheeps and listening to the birds singing. Simple things. Great things. While you sleep, Malleus send nightmares to your boyfriend, makes him so horrified and paranoid that he can't even form coherent thoughts. He wants you and he will have you, even if he has to tear you two apart like this, since your boyfriend took to isolate and murmur to himself.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Riddle doesn't like this. He quite dislike your boyfriend a lot, he is messy, a rule breaker, a bad student, he isn't worthy your time and love. Riddle is consumed by a jealousy that make him see red, nowadays he is always collaring your boyfriend, always making him busy so you two can spend less time together. And if you come to Heartslabyu to try and spend time with him, Riddle will just lie to you and tell you he didn't do anything and has no idea about what you're talking about. Yes, he gaslight you. But he is doing that because he knows what's good to you and that is certainty not your boyfriend. Instead, he fills your head with doubts and lies, and takes you to the Unbirthday party so you can have a little fun. Savor the present moment, the little snarky jokes Riddle tells you and the delicious tea. Forget about your boyfriend before Riddle takes matters into another level.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona is smug. Like, really? You love this guy? He is so much better than your boyfriend, more smarter, stronger, he huffs whenever he see you two being all cute and chummy together. He should be the one holding you, kissing you, cuddling you. You are his precious mate so he put all his effort in conquering your heart and love. And when Leona is determined to do something there's nothing in the whole world that can make him stop. He plans and make so many strategies in order to be successful all the while he has Ruggie making the dirty work for him. Kill him, bribe him, whatever, Leona will make you a single person again before making you fall in love with him. Even if he has to turn your boyfriend into dust, he will without thinking twice.

[jxwz]

Her response pulls the breath from his lungs unexpectedly. Surprised, as well as a bit dumbfounded. Truthfully, the thought of fighting Pieck (Cart or otherwise) had never actually occurred to Porco before — thus, the thought him potentially losing a fight to Pieck as well, is just as new... It's the choice of words that sits him back with folded arms, sliding his side-eye from her instead to the bottle that he continues to neglect.

He'd want to lose, of course. Or he does, right now, but he doesn't have any experience in this yet. Once he's been made into the Jaw, there's no telling what to expect. Porco would have to vie for control, he already knows that, but it's not exactly something he can practice until it's begun either.

Suddenly a cold sweat comes over him. The few sips of liquor he does have sitting in his stomach taking a turn with this sinking feeling, this need to blow his breath out slowly. It's hitting him now, the ceremony—the process, that he will first be turned into the monster inside his blood. This mindless thing. He's trained for this moment his whole life. But would he feel it changing him or would he lose consciousness first?

Would he feel it cut the years off his life? Would he feel as the rest of it is taken by the Jaw? His entire life has been leading up to this, but it's real now; the reality is setting in. One thing on top of another, on top of another. Porco only gains because Marcel lost. His sudden potential to Marley will always be parallel to his brother's downfall.

He feels the pressure mounting like lead in his bones. There isn't room to panic as well. It's too late to question whether or not he can really do this. What's the point in wishing things were different anyway? Like that's ever helped anything before...

Pieck speaks again, pulling him out of the dread in his mind by the sound of her voice, and Porco tries to keep his breathing steady as he focuses back on her. Trust her, she tells him, as though there was anyone else that he could still say he trusted more. She'll be there to keep him safe, not anyone else.

How quickly Pieck's being there suddenly doesn't sound like the most daunting idea going, after all. He's seen her in action, there would no underestimating her capabilities. It's a good extra incentive, too, for him to get it right. Maybe it'll help him get control, going into it knowing that it'd be her he'd be going up against otherwise.

"Fine," he says through his next exhale. Popping his shoulders while he gives a faint little shake of his head, as he adds, "I doubt this is an argument with you that I'd win even if I weren't so tired. Probably better if I just save my breath anyway, right?"

Grief sits in her bones like marrow. She can feel it, the weight and the lack of acuteness. She feels a little embarrassed, that she seems so composed. She approaches sorrow like a strategical problem to solve. She calculates costs. Commander Magath would like that. Zeke, too. She keeps to the pragmatic realities of the situation. Such as: The thought of Marcel’s memories gives Porco strength. And Porco is best served by being strong. So she does not argue that there is worse than nothing. There are things that are worse than even your imagination.

She knows what they look like, the shellshocked soldiers on the frontlines of the titan deployments. They stumble out of the war and onto many unstable chairs. And it worries her, to imagine what Porco might see, that he might feel the molars come down. Porco doesn’t need to hear that now. He will need his composure and it is inevitable, one way or the other. No one in this unit has ever been afforded the space to fall apart. There will be no exception for him.

Her hand, futilely clawing through his hair, halts when he moves. Automaton girl, following some instruction inscribed in the inside of her skull. Nothing about this comes naturally to her. She can see it in how her fingers cramp. Her chest is cottoned up. If Porco weren’t so in need of an anchor, a strong and steady presence, she might have reached for the bottle herself. The pain she feels is persistent but already it settles into routine. She sidesteps the Marcel-, Bertholdt-, Annie-shaped holes in her head. She’s tightrope walked over worse pits than this. She will grow used to it, too. If she still had faith in her superiors, then it’d be easier. But she can do hard things.

Pieck waits for him to sort himself out and make his feeble argument. Then she graces him with a tired, patient smile. “How thoughtful,” Her voice trills. “I’m coming precisely because you’ll be unpredictable and dangerous. I’d rather that if someone has to wrestle you into submission, it’s me.” Because otherwise it’d be Zeke. She flinches around the thought, the vision before her inner eye of Porco’s titan torn to shreds by the Beast. Zeke would never do that, reason tries to chime in too late. It’s a voice in the fog, calling for a loved one that already drowned. Walked right off the pier, right in front of her. All the things Zeke would never do. She watched him rip Reiner apart for less, for wanting to save Annie. For putting his foot down, foolishly.

Cynicism is a mangy dog. You shouldn’t feed it. She invites it to bed. She’s going to start calling in a few favors. And beyond that, she will not let him near Porco. Porco who is grieving, Porco who is angry. Her comrades were grieving and angry on that Wall. Zeke will not make a weapon out of her boy. And he is hers. For now, for one more night. The second he steps into that arena, the second they force him to his knees and ram a needle in his nape, he will belong to Marley until he’s dead. They will kill him like they’re killing her.

“Trust me, I’ll be there to keep you safe. Not anyone else.”  

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

Hii! Soo i saw a moodboard and fell in love with the vive

you think you could do a one shot about being Henrys innocent girlfriend

Thats the mood board, but instead of Patrick could u do a Henry one plss🙏🙏

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Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry it took so long I hope I did it justice. I also re did the mood board to make it a cover. Hope you like it .

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Henry x innocent! Reader!

Content warnings: mention of sex, suggestive material, underage smoking, theft, language. Misogynistic language.(Not from Henry)

(NO ACTUAL SEXUAL ACTS HAPPEN IN THIS STORY. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 IN THEIR SENIOR YEAR)

A/N: I'm kinda back! Yay! | didn't add smut to this because I didn't know if any of y'all would be willing to read that so l thought it would be best to ask here. Leave a comment if yes! All my story's will continue plus I have a new man I plan on writing for! Hope you like it!

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You lived in Derry for a few years when you were younger but your father had gotten a promotion at his job that required your family to move to a whole new state. Now after 10 years, here you are. You had to move back because of your grandmothers worsening condition. You loved Granny. She was your best friend.

After moving back you have been spending all of your time at granny’s house. She’d teach you to sew, cook, she’d ask you to read to her as she lay in her recliner chair. It’s almost like you lived at her house and not with your parents. Don’t get me wrong you love your parents, they just understood how much granny meant.

The past few weeks at Derry high have been almost Hellish. People push you in the halls, this girl Greta and her friends are ruthless in their taunts and now there was him.

Henry Bowers. He apparently had been suspended the first 2 weeks you were in town. Now he was at school everyday, in almost every class. He always had his eyes on you. You wont lie, he scared you. In comparison to him you were much smaller, and not just in stature. Henry’s personality, energy and voice was big in comparison to your shy, calm, innocent one. He was the definition of fear. He looked at you like a wolf looked at a lamb. And that was the scariest part. All Henry ever did was look.

Until one day.

It stopped looking and did something.

You remember the day clearly, the day that set everything in motion. It was a warm day with wet air. It had rained the night prior and was overcast all day. You had an English quiz today. You never minded English class but on days with quizes you felt unshakable anxiety. You always read the material but what if?

Yep, you were one of those. You always knew the material, but felt like you would choke on a test. (You never have).

Just for the test the teacher decided to finally switch up seats. Yippie. Every person would now have a different table partner. You could almost see the murder in Henry’s eyes when she pointed to a desk and announced that you and Henry would be tablemates.

Double yippie.

The paper was placed before you and Henry and the hour timer started. Simple questions if you read the book. But like always, there was a hint of fear embeded in your skin. About 40 minutes in your absolutely anchient English teacher fell asleep. Seriously he was so old you don’t know if he was safe to dive himself home anymore.

Henry kicked your foot. Oh no.

You tried not to acknowledge his attempts at your attention. That didn’t last long. He finally annoyed you enough and got you to look at him. He slid over a small paper note.

“Help me out.”

Was all the almost illegible note said. The hadwriting was so bad it was almost endearing.

“With what?” You gently wrote back.

After a long minute of Henry writing in the note he slid it back.

He asked for only half the answers? Why not all of them? He also didn’t ask for any of the short response questions . Just the multiple choice ones.

You sighed and flipped the note over before writing out the answers.

“AACDBCCDA.”

You passed it back and silently slid it to Henry under the table. You really didn’t need to get in trouble because someone saw you helping this guy out. What if the teacher called your parents? What if Granny got mad? God that would be the end of the world for you. You hated upsetting your family. You always tried to do what you were told.

Henry takes the paper and unfolds it before quickly copying the answers and then shoving the note in his pocket, from there he writes a few words for the short response before drawing shit on his paper.

You finish up the test and get up to turn it in. Just as you start raising out of your chair Henry put his hand on your thigh. Startled by the contact you jump a little and look down at him. With a bored expression he hands you his paper. You sigh again before walking up to the teachers desk and walk back to your desk to gather your things. As you walk the bell for lunch rings and everyone leaves. Because of that little interaction with Henry you were the last one to turn in your paper and now you were the last one left in class. You didn’t mind. You sat alone for lunch. You could read your books when you were alone. Even the teacher had left.

You grab your bag and begin gathering your things to leave. By the time you are done the hallways appear empty. Just as you exit the room a sharp hand grabs your wrist. Startling you backwards, you turn to face your “attacker” only to come face to face…. With him.

Henry. You were all alone. With him.

You can’t deny that he was attractive. His bright blue eyes, muscles and long hair made you blush.

You’d never really looked at boys like this, not for any particular reason. They just never interested you. until today that is.

Henry leaned against the lockers with a vexed expression lain across his features. Why was he annoyed?

From his perspective the blush on your checks was ever-noticeable. You avoided his gaze but kept your eyes on him. Strange. He though.

“I need your answers for Mr. Clark’s math class. I know you have him the hour before me.” Henry stares

“W-what?” You ask absolutely bewildered that he’s demanding answers after you already helped him cheat. You already felt icky about helping him in the first place.

“You heard me. I need you to do the study guide and give me the answers. He allowed us a cheat sheet for the test based on the study guide but I don’t feel like doing the work. So. You are gonna help me. Got it?” It’s not a question, he’s telling you that you’ll help him. What a jerk.

After a moment of you not responding he snatches your phone from you. “Hey!” You lunge after your phone. He holds it above your head.

“Open it and go to your contacts. Now.” He hands you back the phone. He was scary, you knew the things he did to other kids who didn’t listen to him. Might as well listen.

You open your phone and open up contacts before handing it back to him. He types for a second before handing it back.

“Text me your address so I can come by after school. If you ghost me I’ll kick your ass into a pulp. Don’t test me.” And with that, Henry was gone.

What was this kids deal?

You messaged Henry the address to your Granny’s house after school. As you enter her house you call out for her.

“Gran?”

“I’m in here love!” She responds from the living room.

You walk to Granny and kneel beside her in her rocker.

“Hi love, what’s got you lookin all down today?” Gran wonders.

“A boy is coming over today to study, I wanted you to know.”

“Oh a boy you say? Why don’t you two work in your room? I won’t be a bother to you in there.”

“Are you sure Gran?”

“Positive.”

With a heavy sigh you go to your room. You decided clean up a little before Henry comes over. You liked your room here. Most of your material belongings were at home with your parents but Grans house had all your clothes and stuffed animals and blankets. The dusty blue walls made the room feel cozy. Your bed spread was a light pastel pink with little blue flowers all over it. Your lamp was in the shape of an old teapot and your stuffed animals that you didn’t regularly sleep with were placed in a “hammock” in a corner. Potted plants scattered your room. These little details made you feel so at home it was hard to describe.

A knock came from the front door snapping you out of your comfortable daze. You exit your room and walk to the front door. Before you even speak Henry pushes past you into the house. You sigh and shut the front door before showing him to your room and shutting the door behind you.

God this guy is a jerk…

He sits himself on your bedspread and you cringe at the thought of his dirt covered jeans on your bed. You see that he has nothing on him. You knew this wasn’t gonna be a regular study session but nothing? Not a pencil? Not even his own book?

Whatever.

You get yourself situated on the floor in front of your small table and get out your book and paper. You finished most of the study guide in your last few classes today. You just had a few more things to put down. When you were done you looked up to see Henry had lain fully back onto your bed. In his dirty farm clothes.

Don’t panic.

Sheets can be washed.

The mattress however bust be set aflame.

You tossed the pencil and cheat sheet up onto his lap before turning on the tv from where you sat. He stirred at the feeling of something touching him he steadied himself on his elbows to look at you, then the paper. He scoffed before retrieving a notecard from his pocket. He slid of the bed and sat next to you on the floor, leaning over the table as he wrote. You rolled your eyes and found a good show to watch.

Once he was done writing he looked up.

“What the fuck is this?” He asked gesturing to your tv.

“It’s my favorite show.” You shrug.

“This?” He asks confused, “no way this boring shit is your favorite.”

“Well it is, I usually watch it with Gran”

“Do you only really watch tv with her?” He asks weirdly.

“Pretty much.”

“Do you do everything with your gramma’?”

You just nod.

“That explains fucking everything!” He shouts and laughs loudly.

You try to throw your hands over his mouth. “SHHHH!! Not so loud! she doesn't like swearing!”

He laughs louder through your hands. Once he calms a little he grabs your wrists and removes your hands from his face.

“Fuck, that makes so much sense now.”

You look at him oddly. “What makes sense?”

“You” he gestures, “the old lady clothes, the knitting in class, the books, the no swearing, the way you talk. You are a clone of your grandma!” He laughs again.

Your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment.

No I'm not… I’m me, my grandma and I just spend a lot of time together that’s all….

“Just shut up Henry!” You snap.

….

“What did you just say to me, freak?” He levels you with a glare. You couldn’t find it in you to care.

“I said shut up! I’m helping you for tomorrow when I don’t have to! You have no idea what you are talking about so just shut up!”

He leans in closer to you with that angry look on his face.

You were in so much trouble. Would he hit you? Beat you? Yell at you? You’d heard stories of what he’d done to other kids that tried to stand up to him.

You close your eyes in fear of what’s to come. You’d never even raised your voice like that before. Of course the first time ever had to be at Henry Bowers. You wait for him to hit you, but instead you feel 2 hands grab at the side of your face before Henry smashed his lips to yours.

Your eyes snap open in shock. The kiss is rough and demanding but not awful. After a few seconds of initial shock you melt into it before Henry pulls off.

Your eyes flutter open to see Henry smirking with a flushed face. You assume the red on his cheeks is matching you.

“W-why would you do that?” You cover your face with your hands.

“Because I felt like it.” He deadpanned.

This made no freaking sense. Why would this guy do that?!?

“Yo” he starts again. “Relax. I’ve liked your look for a while, what do ya say you go with me for a while?”

WHAT WAS HE EVEN SAYING?????

“Pardon?….”

“I’m sayin go steady. Hang with me fer a while”

“Are you insane!?” You whisper yell. “You threaten to beat me up, swear in my house, make fun of me then kiss me???”

“And now I’m askin to go steady.” He confirms.

This kid was insane. What was even more insane was the fact that you were pondering it. Maybe it was the fact that he called you a clone of Granny. That implies you were like an old lady, uptight, boring, no fun. You could be fun.

“Why not?”

He looked a little surprised.

“Really?” He asked in a bored and skeptical tone.

“Yeah, why not?”

And from there you and Henry have been together for months.

Being with Henry has taught you things you never knew. He’s influenced you to do things you never would have done. Not that you are complaining.

He and his friends took you to the quarry today. You had never really seen boys your age undressed before… that was quite a strange feeling. You’d never really been undressed in front of boys before. The way Henry looked at you confused you. For about 30 minutes after you caught him staring he refused to get out of the water. Even when everyone else did.

One of Henry’s friends, you’d come to learn was Belch, brought a speaker to listen to music as you sat in the shaded rocks and watched the boys fool around in the water. You’d never listened to music like it before. Screaming, loud, sex and drug filled music. You’d be lying if you said you completely hated it.

Another thing you learned was how these boys speak. Once they all exited the water they began talking about a girl. Greta. The girl who was always mean to you. They called her things like a “slut” and “total bone material”. Not Henry of course. But they all talked and laughed about sex in such an unserious way. You wondered what that was like. To not be intimidated by sex.

You knew what sex was and the basic mechanics of it but absolutely nothing else. You were curious. You appeared to be the only senior in your school who was almost totally clueless. Others definitely were taking notice.

On the car ride back to your house the boys stopped at a corner store for snacks. You knew they stole. You told Henry your only rule was “don’t get me involved” and he never did. Although Henry was teaching you new and foreign things he tried to keep you out of the worst of it. Anything that gets you in trouble.

As he hopped back into the Trans Am that was uncomfortably full now that you tagged along, he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and hit the box on his palm twice. He asked Patrick to light it and the smell of the burn filled your nostrils. Belch started the Trans Am and began driving. A little while after lighting the cigarette it was passed around until you were the only one who hadn’t had a puff. Patrick looked at you.

Oh no.

“C’mon babe, give it a try.” He said and practically waved the half gone thing in your face.

“Leave it, hockstetter.” Henry said firmly, turning in his seat to look at you with almost apologetic eyes.

“Oh come on Henry she’s a big girl, let her try.” Patrick laughed.

You look at Henry one more time. In the months you had spent together you’d heard his friends tease him about you. Of course you’d never tell him that. You heard them say you were too clean to be with a Bowers, that you were “so fucking boring it’s amazing Henry hasn’t boned someone else”.

You never wanted Henry to be ashamed of you, you didn’t want Henry to think you were boring.

You look at Patrick defiantly and snatch the cigarette from him before inhaling. Inhaling wasn’t the problem. It’s getting it out that caused some issues. On the exhale it tickled parts of your lungs you never want tickled and you coughed, sputtering. The boys laughed and as you got yourself composed you made eye contact with Henry who was still looking at you. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes said something different.

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After returning you and Henry to Gran’s house the boys sped off. You unlocked the door and went into the living room to sit with Granny for a bit while Henry went to your room. Gran wasn’t particularly fond of the Bowers but she liked that you were happy.

You sat and told Gran that you and Henry and a few friends (not including that you were the only girl) went to the quarry for a swim. She smiled weakly and asked you to help her to her room for a nap. Grab had a very specific sleep routine. Wake up at 4, two naps a day for about an hour and a half each then in bed by 8. She never slept without her mask or her earplugs. She was on the verge of being deaf but she swore any and all sounds while she was sleeping would overstimulate her. So she wore earplugs. Due to the earplugs alarms were rendered ineffective so in about an hour you would be waking her.

After getting Granny all settled you shut her door then went to find Henry in your room across the house.

Henry is sitting on your bed, not unusual but he looks upset (also not unusual but you don’t know why he’s upset).

“You ok baby?” You asked timidly while stepping closer.

“Why would you do that?” He asks angrily but not yelling.

“What?”

“Why the fuck did you take the cig from hockstetter?” He spits.

“I wanted to try it”

“Bullshit, you've never wanted to try anything like that.”

“It’s not bull it’s true!” You try to lie but it’s not getting you anywhere.

“Bull. Shit.” He repeats. “You don’t drink, you don’t smoke, you get mad when we steal, you hate what I do every fucking day. So why the fuck did you do it?”

You stay silent and he huffs. He stands up and moves to leave.

“No!” You block his way.

“Move. ____” he says your name like he’s tired.

“No, I don't want you to go!” You admit.

“Then tell me why you took it from him!”

You look away, embarrassed.

“Because I don’t want you to be ashamed to be around me..”

He looks confused, which is pretty par for the course when it comes to Henry and feelings. “What?”

You try to breathe and explain. “I don’t do the things you do… I don’t do the things other girls that you guys hang out with do.”

“And what the fuck about it?” Henry snaps.

“I just-“

“No.” He cuts you off. “I’m not responsible for your insecurity. Don’t put that on me.”

“I wasn’t-“ you panic at his defensiveness but are cut off again.

“I ask if you wanna hang out with my friends because you are my girlfriend. You. Not that bitch Greta. Or Stacy, or Lana. You. I wanted you to be my girlfriend, if you are getting all insecure and shit that’s on you.”

“It’s not like that! I just don’t know the things everyone else seems to!” You try to explain.

“And!? I fucking chose you! You think I want a girl that knows everything!? A girl that thinks she’s better then me at everything?!

“No!”

“Then what the fuck is the problem?!”

“There is no problem henry. I’m just confused..”

“You’re confused? I’m confused!” He retorts. “I thought everything was fine!”

“It is!”

“Then what’s the problem!” He shouts again.

For once you are happy about Grans earplug habit.

“…I can’t do the things other girls do..”

“What?”

“I heard patrick say you had sex with Beverly and Greta”’

….

Silence. The scariest thing your boyfriend could do. Give you pure. Excruciating silence.

You start thinking of a way out. Try thinking of a way to backtrack. But nothing is coming to mind. Your heart sinks as you begin to think you royally messed up.

“I didn’t.”

…

“What?” You ask incredulously.

“I never had sex with either of them. Greta and I got pretty close to doing it a few times but I never did anything with Beverly.”

Your eyes must be wide with shock and self induced embarrassment horror.

“You don’t believe me?” He asks defensively.

“No no no I do”

“When I said I wanted to be your Boyfriend I meant it.” This sweet, almost domestic side of Henry was rare and always but you in a confused state, mostly because you knew it was only for you. “I don’t wanna fuck anyone else. I want to completely ruin you for anyone else, I wanna teach you things you never knew existed, I want you to go home to your parents one day with music that kills them of shock. I wanna teach you. Not anyone else.”

As crazy as those things may sound coming from someone you understood what he was trying to say. It was Henry’s way of saying if I was gonna learn he’d rather it be him. It was him acknowledging that you weren’t gonna be innocent forever, so why not learn it from him. What sounds even crazier is you think you loved the idea.

Henry took a step closer to you. He put his heavy calloused and bruised hands on your arms and kissed you roughly. Henry didn’t do soft. Never had and never will, and you loved it.

He led you to the bed while maintaining the kiss and once your knees hit the bed they bent and you fell to the bed. Henry continued kissing you, getting tougher as time went on. He began kissing you with his tongue, something he’d only ever done once before and you loved it. His hands slowly but firmly went up your blouse to touch the exposed skin. He brought his knee up between your legs and you gasped at the contact, having never felt it before. After a few seconds Henry broke the kiss and got off you.

Confused. You looked at him. He took off his shoes and grabbed the tv remote before holding you. Your heart swelled at the realization that he was trying to take it slow for you. Even if it left him uncomfortable. And trust me it was. Henry sat with a hard on for the entirety of the movie he put on while holding you.

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Please tell me if there was any mistakes so I can fix them ❤️☺️

[scarlethexelove]

Hi can i request agatha x reader with r being bratty so agatha punishes her by railing her on all fours with her strap and fingerfucking her mouth? Then she fills her with her cum multiple times but don't let r have her release

Dumb Baby

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1180

Warnings: Smut, Bratty!Reader (Not really shown just mentioned), Enchanted strap, Cum strap, Doggy style, Mentions of spanking (Plus one), Pussy Spanking (Only one), Orgasm denial, Dacryphilia, Mommy kink, Poor reader never gets to cum

A/n: Hello I finally was able to write something yay. I think this one is ok and sorry for the delay. Work has been super busy and I wrote this in-between some things so it probably isn't that good but I do hope you enjoy.

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You’re on all fours, your ass already beet red and tears stain your face. Agatha has you right where she wants you, all desperate and needy. Her fingers trace down your reddened ass making you whimper. She trails it further down, swiping through your wet folds. “Look at you being a pathetic little whore. If you wanted Mommy’s attention all you had to do was ask sweetheart.” She lets out an exasperated sigh. “But instead you decided to be a brat today so Mommy has to punish you.” She slaps your cunt making you jolt and cry out. “Don’t be such a baby.” You just know that she is rolling her eyes at you without even having to look at her face. 

You don’t even have a moment to react as Agatha thrust the full length of her strap inside of you. A loud moan tumbling from your lips as you grip the sheets below you. She doesn’t give you time to adjust as she grabs your hips and starts pounding into you from behind. The power of her thrusts makes it hard for you to stay up on all fours, but you somehow manage. 

“Mommy t-to much.” You whimper. Agatha’s fingers dig harshly into the flesh of your hips. “Too bad. You wanted to be a dumb baby today Mommy is going to make you a dumb baby.” One of her hands leaves your hip and a hard smack comes down on your already raw ass. You let out a scream as fresh tears fill your eyes. Another slap comes down causing you to jolt and cry out. “No Mommy.” You try to squirm away from her grasp but your attempt is futile. “You’re not going anywhere baby girl.” You whine, trying to talk back but you're stopped when Agatha thrusts her fingers into your open mouth. You gag slightly but let your lips close around her fingers. Swirling your tongue around the digits. Agatha moans at your action. “So my dumb baby can be a good girl.” 

Agatha starts to fuck her fingers in your mouth as her hips slap into your ass. Her fingers muffle the whimpers and moans threatening to come out. Your walls clench around her length tightly that has her moaning. Her grunts fill your ears as she continues to pound into you. “Fuck so wet and warm for Mommy baby. This pussy was made to be filled by me.” You gag slightly when she pushes her fingers further down your throat. 

You can tell that Agatha is getting close as her thrust becomes more sloppy. The knot in your stomach is ready to snap. Your walls squeezing her deliciously has her falling over the edge. Her hips stutter as you feel your walls being painted white with her seed. The enchanted strap is both of your favorites because she can fill you up. With the feeling of being filled up you expect to fall over the edge with her but it doesn’t come. You're stuck teetering on the edge causing you to whine. Your walls are continuously squeezing her. “Aww does my dumb cry baby want to cum?” You nod your head the best you can with her fingers in your mouth. “Y-yes Mommy.” You mumble around her fingers. She chuckles darkly. “Too bad. Dumb babies don’t get to cum. Mommy’s going to teach you that dumb babies are only meant for Mommy’s pleasure. Just a dumb toy for mommy to fill.” 

Agatha’s words take time to sink in. The realization dawns on you as her thrusts start to pick up again. A wave of fresh hot tears stream down your face. She is using her magic to block you from cumming. You can’t help but whine more at the thought. A sinister smile spreads across her face at your realization. “So pretty when you cry.” She uses the fingers still in your mouth to force you to look at her. She moans looking at your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. Your eyes are glossed over as your mind goes fuzzy. You’re still so desperate that your fucking yourself back on her strap, but it doesn’t help. 

Your nerve endings are shot as you constantly feel on the edge. Your body is sensitive to every touch from the woman behind you. Agatha takes her fingers out of your mouth and shoves your face down into the pillows. Holding you there is her thrust speed up. Her grunts and moans the only other sounds other than your whimpering. Your arousal creates a spot on the bed below as it drips from your abused hole. “Such a good whore for Mommy. I’m going to fill this perfect pussy over and over again until your dumb baby brain understands that Mommy is in charge.” 

Agatha does just that. She continues to fill you up until you lose count of how many times she has cum. Your combined juices leaking out of you as your vision starts to blur. What was once pleasure is now mixed with pain as you feel like you're about to explode. Agatha’s thrusts are sloppy and both of your bodies are covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You know she is about to cum again and all you want to do is to cum with her. “Mo-Mommy pl-pl-please, wanna cum.” You babble desperate to finally have your release. 

But that release never comes as Agatha grunts, filling up your greedy cunt again. Draping herself over your body as you both collapse in a heap of limbs. “I told you baby girl that Mommy wasn’t going to let you cum tonight.” She kisses your shoulder as she slowly pulls out of you. Her cum with the mix of your arousal dribbling out of your weeping hole. You whine from the overstimulation. You didn’t think it possible that you could even form more tears but they fill your eyes making your vision blur. Agatha sees this and wipes gently. “If you’re a good girl tomorrow Mommy will let you cum as many times as you want. Hmm, how does that sound?” You let out a small whine but nod your head. 

A soft kiss is placed on your lips before Agatha is sliding off the bed. She picks up your overused body and takes you to the bathroom cleaning you and herself up, before she uses her magic to change the sheets. Making sure to put cream on your sore ass. She gently lays you back in bed and slides in next to you. You instantly curl into her side and lay your head on her chest. “You were such a good girl taking your punishment so well.” She kisses your head as you smile and nuzzle into her chest. “Love you Mommy.” Agatha smiles and gently lifts your chin and kisses your lips. “I love you too baby girl.” You lay your head back on her chest. Exhaustion taking over your body as you drift off to sleep. Agatha is not far behind you as she holds you close to her chest.