#TO BE CLEAR I LOVED THR ENDING

[urfrenfishy]

hey so wtf

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Charlie, Alastor, God, Lucifer, Lilith, Vox, and Stolas with the Grim reaper reader. He's a total sweetheart and a gentleman, plus the kind of has dead animals follow him around. They're kind of like his pets. He also believes in Charlie's cause.

You'll be the end of me

Charlie

"Do you really think it could work?"

Charlie asked softly, leaning on your shoulder as you stared out at Pentagram city.

It was early morning, you having found your love sat out on the balcony, watching thr sunrise, you quickly accompanying her.

Holding the young lady close, her gentle form against your own, you just hummed, gently petting her hair.

"Well, I've seen a lot in my, well, not life." That got a chuckle from the both of you. "But I've been sheparding souls down here for millennia... never had to shepard one up from Hell though."

You sat in silence for a long time, it clear Charlie was disappointed with your answer.

"But..." You spoke up, smiling softly. "If its you... I have no doubt."

Charlie smiled warmly at your words, leaning in to share a kiss.

Pulling back you just enjoyed the moment, the two of you so rarely got to just be together.

No hotel buisness.

No staff or guests butting in.

No Nifty trying to draw erotica of the two of you.

Just you.

You holding the young lady close, expressing your love for her in soft, simple ways.

You got to share that moment for a long while, making a memory you were sure to cherish when suddenly the sound of gentle wings fluttering caught your attention.

Looking down, you extended a hand, a small skeletal bird landing on your finger.

You gently whistled back, Charlie doing the same, the bird looking over the both of you before fluttering away, the gentle creature off to do whatever it pleased.

You sat there for a long time, listening to the gentle chaos, the sounds of havoc at a distance as Hell endured its Hellish state, the teo of you just enjoying the moment.

With a sombre sigh you stood up, stretching your back you turned to her, pulling her to her feet.

Holding her close, you'd gently cup her face.

"I'm sorry my dear." You spoke with a warm smile, before you shared another kiss.

"It'll be morning soon, and well, you know souls won't Shepard themselves."

Charlie was clearly disappointed, as she always was when you had to leave.

"I understand." She spoke softly, the two of you standing there for a long minute.

"You know I'll be back tomorrow." You assured her, though it was clear it wasn't necessary.

"I know." She spoke warmly. The two of you sharing one last, loving embrace.

You'd turn, watching as the pentagram sun slowly rose on the horizon.

"See you this evening?" Charlie asked, already knowing the answer.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

And so, as you held each other close, you watched the sun rise, and sharing one final kiss, you'd disappear with the morning sun.

Charlie just smiled as you turned into a swarm of butterflies, fluttering off into the air, disappearing with the sunlight

Unnecessarily, but you felt it was a poetic exit for, well, death.

Charlie just chuckled.

"Drama queen." She spoke softly, watching you disappear.

Alastor

Alastor hummed softly, the dapper demon sat in his room as he listened to a pleasant tune.

It'd be as he sipped his tea, the man about to turn a page when a voice suddenly cut in.

"Weeeeeee'll meet again."

"Don't know where. Don't know when."

"But weee'll meet again, some sunny morn'."

Looking up he'd find you, dressed in your usually dapper if dark attire.

Alastor's smile grew, the man quickly rising to his feet.

With a warm smile of your own, you pulled the man into a gentle kiss.

"Hello dear, good day at work?" He asked, always eager to hear of your daily duties.

You just smiled, walking forwards, leaning down to kiss the man.

"A wonderful morning, but we even better evening darling."

You purred, kissing he cheek.

You spent a few minutes speaking back and forth, your hand warmly placed to his cheek as you spoke back and forth.

Youd joke and laugh, voice gentle as you discussed your day apart. Alastor letting you know the chaos he'd caused, you just listening as he went into a performer's detail of the events.

Pulling the man to his feet, you'd dip the man, smirking as you leaned in, Alastor wearing a strained, if entertained grin.

"I've wanted to do this all day."

Biting the man's neck, Alastor couldn't help the moan as you pulled him close.

Flushed, the man would smack you.

"That's was a dirty move." The demon frowned.

You just smiled, kissing the man softly. "You know I love you, especially when your blushing~"

Alastor blushed hard as you snapped your fingers, a jumping tune bumping from the nearby radio.

You pulled the man into a suave little dance, the two of you jumping and jiving like it were 1922 all over again.

You spent a good few minutes dancing and singing, holding the man close as you enjoyed your tune.

Holding him close, the both of you breathed heavily.

"That's a dirty trick." He huffed, breathing deep, that smirk he always wore on his face faltering, his cheeks dark with demonic red. "You know I can't turn down a chance to dance."

You just smirked, holding him to your chest, leaning in to kiss his neck.

"You know, if you weren't death incarnate, I'd put you in your place."

You just smirked, leaning back to tease his chin, smirking down at him.

"Out of all the souls in Hell, you... well, your certainly the most interesting."

That earned you a smack on the shoulder.

"Alright, alright." You giggled. "You are by far the most intersting. You know I adore you."

That earned you a genuine smile from the grinning demon.

Alastor always smiled, but in the arms of you, well, death. How could he not feel particularly smug.

"... I love you, my dapper radio darling."

That got a smirk from the man.

"And I love you... my dapper incarnation of Death.... even as you pretend to be otherwise."

The both of you chuckled, holding each other close, nuzzling your nose to the other.

"Love you darling."

Lucifer

Lucifer, Fallen angel, failed king of Hell and failing father, sat in his workshop.

The man furiously working on his next duck toy, the Devil furiously working on the next plastic squeaker, dead to the world outside.

"Having fun?" You asked, manifesting besides him.

Lucifer frize, thr Demon King breathing deeply.

"Im... good." He hummed, working on the duck.

The two of you stood in silence for several minutes, the air not quite tense, but words clearly sat unspoken.

"... I missed you." He finally spoke up placing his duck to the side, the King of Hell sitting there.

You simply stepped forwards, picking up the squeaky toy, looking it over.

Squeaking the rubber duck repeatedly, the man looked up, finding you sat on an armchair, looking over the toy before turning to him, gently patting your lap.

Lucifer sat there for a moment, taking a deep breath before getting up and walking over to you, collapsing in your lap.

You immediately pull him close, as the two of you sat there, the king of Hell nuzzling under your chin.

"I missed you... a lot..." he spoke, emotions thick in his voice as he pressed his face into your chest.

You just pulled him close, smiling softly as you warmly kissed his golden locks.

"I missed you too my Fallen Angel." You hummed, hand playing with his heair, you other holding him close.

"It was bad today." He spoke softly, you simply looking down at him.

"You know we could always visit her, I'm sure Charlie would be-"

Lucifer cut you off, pulling from your grasp as he stood up.

"I... I wont put this on her..." He spoke sombrely, the King of Hell hunched over, holding himself.

You just sighed softly, gently waving a hand as 3 little ghost duckling appeared, the ethereal little quackers, Lucifer smiling as he held a hand out, the ducks nuzzling his palm.

He had a way with your duck spirits, the feathered little ghosts naturally flocking to him. It always brought a smile to your face.

After a moment however, a new set of quacks break out, the duckling quickly swimming off, the duckling meeting with a larger duck, the three nuzzling its form as they happily swam about.

You sat up, pulling the short king back into your chest, smiling warmly as you kissed his head.

"You trust me with your issues... why not your daughter... we both love you."

Lucifer sighed, eyes lingering on the ethereal ducks as the papa duck nuzzled one of the ducklings. The king sighing, the King of Sins wiping his eyes.

"Alright. I... suppose we could go see her." He spoke softly, the man leaning back against you.

You just smiled softly, rubbing the back of his head as you stood there. The two of you just stood there, holding each other close, a soft, yet hopeful energy filling the room.

"I love you my dark rose." Lucifer purred.

"And I love you, my Fallen Angel." you smiled, the two of you sharing a tender kiss, a warmth in both your dark hearts.

Lilith

Lilith sat back on the beach, sighing softly as she enjoyed her slice of heaven.

The woman sipped her drink, book in hand as she hummed, a sombreness filling her on this particular day.

You appeared besides her, watching the sun set.

"Been a while." She spoke coldly, eyes not rising from her book.

"Yeah... sorry... I know it's been a while, Ive been very busy. Lots to do... my duties and, well, Charlie."

That made her pause, the woman freezing as she was about to flip a page.

"... How is she?" Lilith spoke cooly, keeping her poker face.

You hummed, a soft smile adorning your features.

"She... she's doing well." You spoke softly, cane resting in your hand as you watched the waves, a gentle smile crossing your face as a few ghostly fish jumped from the water, the small school happily swimming, free of worry.

"She's got a hotel now. She... she's trying to help people. Souls." You spoke sombrely, the woman doing her best to stay cool and collected.

You'd sigh, softly sitting on her beach chair, turning to her before gently reaching out and removing her sunglasses.

"Ya know, if your just gonna ignore me the whole time, it doesn't make much sense for you to get mad when I don't visit for a while."

You were teasing more then anything, the woman looking up at you with a cocked brow.

"Look, I get your mad." You spoke, taking her hand into yours. "But I'm here, and I'd like to enjoy my time with you while i have it... please?"

You finished sweetly, kissing her hand.

Lilith would sit in silence for several moments before sighing, the woman shaking her head.

"You always know just what to say, don't you?" She asked playfully.

You just smiled, reaching out to cup her face.

"I've got some experience consoling people." You told her warmly, bringing her hand up to kiss her palm.

"Will you accompany me?" She asked, clearly worried.

You just chuckled, nodding your head.

"You know I'd never leave your side... well, at least when I'm off the clock."

That got a chuckle from Lilith, the two of you just basking in Heavens twilight. You more interested in watching the spirits jump through the water, happy to see them happy.

Vox

Vox grymbled, rubbing his TV face he, slumping back in his chair he lazily stared at the dozens of screens.

He'd grumble, growling to himself.

Hed endured a long fucking day, dealing with Val and Velvette, being left alone with the pair, the two bickering like children as he somehow found the time go manage his media empire.

He'd sit there, looking over important things, sipping his particularly strong cup of coffee when your voice suddenly cut in.

"You know, you keep slouching like that and you'll resemble a question mark more than a Television, right."

Vox perked right up, head snapping to you as you stood besides him. Dapper as ever.

It was well known by this point that you could appear or disappear without signalling his alarms, something that both impressed and frustrated the media mogul to no end.

"Mmmm, I'll keep that in mind." He hummed, loudly slurping his coffee.

You just chuckled, rolling your eyes. "You know, if your gonna be all salty, I might just not give you your gift."

At that Vox perked right up, the man subtly turning to you.

It was a dirty move on your part, but you knew Vox loved gifts and this was the fastest way to get him over his grudge or grump.

He'd never admit as much, but you did get him the best gifts out of everyone he knew, which was a feat in and of itself, so you knew how to use it to your advantage.

"...What ya get me?"

He asked, trying to be subtle as he gave you the side eye.

To which you just chuckled, fixing your attire, acting casual as you glanced down at the man.

You'd just casually look around his large lab, the various screens showing his sophisticated spying network on the various denizens of Hell.

With a cheeky smile you snapped your fingers, a poof of black smoke and a box landed on Vox's lap.

The Television headed demon released a giddy giggle as he tore his gift open, the man pulling it out victoriously.

He'd yank it out, holding it up to reveal a walking stick, looking it over it was clearly made with human bone.

"This... is cool and all but, well, why the bone?" He asked, looking up at you suspiciously.

You'd just smile, stepping forwards, falling onto his lap, sliding it from his hands, you'd tell him simply.

"Well, ya see, I made this lil beauty using the bones from one Mr. Philo Farnsworth."

You spoke casually, looking over the cane.

"Aaand... that means something to me why?"

He asked, clearly waiting for the punchine.

To which you'd chuckle, biting your lip a little before you'd gently bop him on the head with the cane.

"Beeecaaause, one Mr. Philo Farnsworth, was none other then the inventor one Televeision."

You finished with a satisfied little grin, holding the cane out to him.

Vox snatched the vane up, laughing maniacly as he pulled the cane back, staring at the gift.

"Ohohohohoh fuck yeah~" He laughed, staring at the cane.

"Sooo~" you began playfully. "Have I made up for the inexcusable sin of ignoring your calls to a phone I don't have?"

At that Vox popped up, staring at you.

"Wait, what?" He asked, genuinely perplexed by your statement.

You just smiled, raising a bow. "My job doesnt exactly allow mobile coverage darling, far too busy peading souls through the etherial planes."

Vox furrowing his none existent brow, frowing slightly.

"Then who the fuck have I been texting?"

At that you broke into laughter, Vox quickly joining you, the two of you sat there, laughing like idiots as the Techno Overlord held you close, the two of you sharing a warm kiss, the two of you sat there for several moments, Vox sighing softly.

"You have to work again?" He asked sombrely, looking up to show a screen watching the setting sun.

You just sighed, nodding your head. "You know I have too. No vacations for me."

Vox just sighed, nodding his head.

Reaching up, you'd cup his cheek, leaking in to kiss his screen.

"Lets just enjoy the time we have."

Vox just smiled, holding you close, the two of you enjoying your moment together, free from both of your perpetual burdens.

[witchlingcirce]

Caitlyn’s rage is sooo interesting and I’m really liking the way there going with it.

Because rage and grief isn’t something you just get over in a matter of time- it’s something that’s all consuming, something you think about all the time. The combination of the two, grieving someone you lost and wanting to get revenge for them is something that would inherently make you act out of character. This is best displayed when Caitlyn is talking about the two things running through her head, Jinx, and her mother.

Because Caitlyn HAS been acting out of character (rightfully so), and this is so well highlighted at the end of episode 3, the fight and the CaitVi breakup.

I think the scene where she goes to shoot Jinx and the kid is there, Caitlyn is STILL willing to try and shoot Jinx even if Isha is there. In Caitlyn’s mind, she wasn’t going to shoot Isha- but I think it brings up a point of do the means justify the ends??

And than with the breakup scene, Caitlyn refers to Vi as Jinx’s “blood”, which imo was Caitlyn looking down on Vi for being from the undercity and also being related to Jinx. And than Vi compares Caitlyn to Jinx, which leads to Caitlyn hitting her.

Caitlyn hitting Vi honestly really surprised me, Caitlyn for the most part is not a violent person or a person who typically lashes out with violence. I feel like this again things up the “do thr means justify the ends” it’s clear Caitlyn is willing to hurt the people she loves for revenge- and so I’m interested to see how her character progresses !!! Especially since characters like Ambessa, are egging her on for the first.

So exciteddd to see her character progress further 🤞🤞

[tinkerbelle05]

How about a 1016 miles x fem reader where his mom catches them kissing in his room 😭😭 I feel Rio would not play

Caught Red Handed

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff & slight Angst

Summary: (Requested) Thanks beautiful ♥️

Warnings: awkwardness, snooping parents, Rio’s rage

A/N: Omg Rio would never play like that. I think it took a lot of convincing for you and Miles to be in the same room. Welp that's gone now. Also for my own peace of mind, Miles and Reader is 16+

You loved kissing Miles. You loved leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw, traveling down to his neck, and traveling further down into the depths of his collarbone.

You were doing it right now. Both of you laying on his bed with you draped over his body and his hands on your thighs for stability. You heard a chuckle under his breath and you paused to look at him.

“That made you tickle,” it was more of a statement, an observation really, than a question. He didn’t answer, just avoided your eyes. You took your finger and lightly trailed leaving goosebumps in it’a wakes, leaving him a laughing mess.

“You're such a tease,” he grumbles and kisses your lips.

The both of you were so entrapped in your own world that you didn’t hear Miles’ door opening, and you most definitely didn’t notice Rio standing at the doorway with lunch in her hands.

“What are you two doing?!” You hear a yell. It sounded too much like Ms. Morales for your liking.

Both of you froze with fear and slowly turned around to see a fuming Ms. Morales. She was gripping the tray for dear life and fierce glare on her face.

You practically jump off Miles, white hot embarrassment fills every part of your body. You avoid her line of sight as you brace yourself for the inevitable verbal lashing. You don’t even dare to look at Miles, not even a secret glance in his general direction.

“So this is why y’all wanna keep the door closed all the time huh?” She questions and laughs in a mocking tone.

“Mom-“

“Don’t,” she cuts him off harshly. She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. She opens them and they land in the space between you and Miles. “Have you two..?”

“No, we haven't,” Miles answers quickly, and somehow your embarrassment grew deeper.

She gives out a sigh and pinches her nose, “Okay, okay that's good because I will not become a grandmother right now, do you both understand?”

Both of you nod in unison. There was something more terrifying about her calm rage. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in anxiety.

She clears her throat, “Since neither of you clearly paid enough attention during sex-ed in school, I will re-teach you.”

“Huh? Mami please no. You really don’t have to,” Miles protested while you sink further into despair.

She ignores Miles and grabs a chair to sit in, “Okay so when..”

This was going to be a long night but it could definitely have been worse.

“Oh and you both are severely grounded for at least a month,” she adds before she continues on.

It was one of the worst 30 minutes of your life. Ms. Morales went really in depth on every subject related to sex education. The diseases you could catch, different methods of practicing safe sex, and the consequences of failing to do so. She painted horrifyingly graphic demonstrations too.

By the end of it, all you wanted to do was go home and erase this idea from your memory forever.

And at the end, she said, “Now maybe a month from now, after some reflection I can trust you two to be in the same room with the door open. But not right now. Do you need a ride home?” She turned to you, her gaze and voice softer than it was a moment ago

You quickly shake your head no and grab your things. As much as a car ride home would beat the 2 trains and a bus commute you had, your already cringing at the thought of how awkward and tense the car ride would be.

“No, no it’s fine Ms. Morales, I can get home on my own,” you tell her and with a quick goodbye to both of them, you were out the door.

Halfway through your train ride home and the Renaissance album you get a text from Miles. You were surprised he still has his phone.

“I’m sooo sorry for that. Shoulda locked the door next time. I'll make it up to you, promise 🙏🏿”

“I'll hold it to you Morales”

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[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Personal maid

Paring: Tsugikuni twins x fem!maid reader

Synopsis: This is kind of a part two to this where the Tsugikuni twins have a 3some with you but in the hot springs.

Content warning: double penetration, public sex, sub reader, human Kokushibo (Michikatsu is his human name and will be used in this), manhandling, size kink, finger fucking, squirting, rough sex, some aftercare in the end

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: Me changing up how my content looks because I always make a change to everything I do once in a while>>> anyways enjoy!

"Y/n you've been requested by the masters to bring their towels. They're in the hot springs," a co- worker maid said to you. "Really? But I was just about to make them dinner," you sighed. It seemed like they needed you for everything, but you knew it wasn't an actual need. Just an excuse to get you out of actually maid duties to see you. They treated you more like a secret lover from their father than a maid.

"It's alright. I'll prepare their dinner. They just asked for you. Almost demanding, really," your co-worker giggled and tapped your back. "Thank you so much. I'll repay you." You bowed and then took your apron to look more presentable as you head to the hot springs. As you approached the hot springs, you noticed something strange.

It was quieter. Usually, there'd be more samurai in there, bathing together, and the twins didn't mind being in there with them. You open the men's changing room and peek your head. No one was there. You could only hear faint voices from the hot springs and look through the see-through door and make out Yoriichi and Michikatsu figures in the water.

You raise your brow and then turn your head to the side to see their towels are right there in the slots along with their clothing. You grunt under your breath in annoyance, but take a breath to not show them any disrespect and do your duties as a personal maid for your masters. You picked up their towels, and the slide opened the door.

There was never a day were the Tsugikuni twins didn't look handsome, but walking in to see them rest their muclar arms on the rocks, their wet hair out of a ponytail covering their broad backs almost made you forget why you were really here. "Pardon me" you cleared your throat, almost stuttering your words "I've brought the towls you've requested for" you started to take slow steps to make sure you don't slip from the water on thr ground and then put their towels on the rocks next to them.

"Thank you, y/n. I would've asked the other maid to assist us, but I like it better when we have our personal maid with us," Michikatsu said. He knew exactly what he was doing. Michikatsu isn't much of a flirt, but when he wants you around, he's a flirt when he wants to be. In reality, he just proves your point that he called you for nonsense and just wanted to see you. "Since you are here, why don't you join us? The water is nice and warm," Yoriichi asked while holding his hand out to you.

The thought of them seeing you naked didn't phase you. It was being naked in the hots springs with them, especially both at once. "I'd love to," you giggled and fiddled with the ends on your kimono. "We won't bite. It's best you take a bath now before getting back to work, right? We are doing the same," Michikatsu said, looking at you over his shoulder. "You're right," you said and started to untie the belt around your kimono slowly.

"Are you nervous y/n? You've taken off your clothes in front of us before," Michikatsu said and watched you take off your clothes slowly as if you're trying to hide yourself. "But brother. She's never done it in front of both of us at the same time, " Yoriichi said, moving his hair behind his ear. "Excuse me. I'll go put my clothes in the changing room," you bowed quickly and rushed inside. Michikatsu and Yoriichi looked at each other and just chuckled at your cuteness.

You come back out with just a towel around you and watched as both their heads turned to look at you. "That was quick," Michikatsu said as his eyes scanned your body, almost like he could see through the towel covering your body. You slowly take it off and walk over, putting your towel on the rocks and putting your foot inside. Yoriichi took your hand and helped in you, and Michikatsu took your other hand doing the same and having a hand on your lower back.

You rest your body into the water, sitting between them and sighed. Your head was about to rest back onto the rocks until Yoriichi put his arm around you "you'll get a headache if you rest your head on something so hard" He said, inches away from your face. "Yes, you're right Master Yoriichi," you said and looked down at the water, feeling very flustered between them.

Michikatsu chuckled. "You're so obedient even when we treat you. You're welcome to call us by our first names right now since it's just us three together" Michikatsu said in a flirtatious way when he spoke to you and having his hand touch yours underneath the water. Nothing much was done further from that. Their touch was just innocent, and their musclar bodies closed you in between them.

It was silent for a moment. The only sounds that were made were the water waves every time you or the twins moved around and when they repositioned their hands on your body. "How long do you usually soak in for?" You break the silence to start a conversation, knowing that things would escalate further. "About 20 minutes." Yoriichi said as he leaned closer. "However, I want to soak longer with you," he whispers in your ear.

Your ear tingled from his breath on your ear lobe and his deep voice whispering in your ear. Yoriichi then takes his hand and places his fingers underneath your chin to turn your face towards him. "I see," you said with rested eyes and turned your whole body towards him in his hold. "I want to soak with you longer as well." Michikatsu sits up enough to grab at your hips.

"Michikatsu..." Your eyes turned away from Yoriichi and looked to the side when you felt Michikatsu grab your hips to pull your lower body back onto his crotch. You gasped softly when you feel his cock press on your ass. You felt it throbbing and felt it getting harder as he kept himself pressed there.

"What do you say y/n? Want to soak with us longer," Michikatsu asked and grinded himself on your ass. "Yes," you said, and as soon as you did, Yoriichi squished your cheeks together and pulled you into a deep kiss. You hum and put your hands on Yoriichi's chest. Your lips parted open as Yoriichi slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting out a deep hum as his tongue tasted yours.

Michikatsu's hands move from your hips to your tits. His big hands cups each tit and began to massage them and chuckles as your nipples harden in his palm. "What if someone walked in right now and see what a slut you are for us" Michikatsu teases and brushes his lips on your nape. Yoriichi pulls his lips away and kisses your nose "brother is just teasing" he said as his other hand went into the water and found its your pussy.

"Yoriichi.." Your thighs rub together as his hand cups your pussy "we told all the samurai to take a bath before us and not come back for the night" Yoriichi said and uses his two middle fingers to rub your clit in circles. "Haah-" you moan and then bit your lip as your voice echoed "no one's going to hear you but us beautiful" Yoriichi said and continued to play with your clit with his thick fingers.

"Be as loud as you want. You tend to get loud when you're enjoying yourself." Michikatsu kisses your neck again and begins to suck on your skin hard while twisting and pulling on your hard nipples between his fingers. "Michikatsu, you always leave marks. Its hard to hide them," you whined and grind your hips forward on Yoriichi's fingers, "and you still love it." He chuckles as he watches your skin bruise, forming into hickeys.

"Lift her up, Yoriichi," Michikatsu said. You didn't have time to process his words when Yoriichi easily picked you up, out of the water and onto the rocks. "Open your legs," Michikatsu said as he stayed in the water, but Yoriichi lifted himself out to sit neck to you on the rocks. "Let us see your pretty holes," Yoriichi said as he kissed your cheek.

Michikatsu watches you open your legs, and then he sticks his fingers inside his own mouth, lubricating them with his salvia before rubbing it against your hole. Yoriichi's hands go back onto your clit but this time, sliding his thick fingers up and down between your folds before slipping them inside your soaked pussy. You moan at the feeling as his fingers begin to thrust inside you.

"Bare with me. It'll hurt, but I'll make the pain go away, " Michikatsu said as he kissed your inner thigh and slid a finger inside your hole. It was tight. Your torso flexes and you groan from the pain of your asshole being stretched by one finger but as Yoriichi's fingers curled inside your pussy, poking at your g-spot. Luckily Michikatsu's finger didn't hurt too bad since he lubricated his fingers with his salvia and Yoriichi fingering your pussy soon make the pain turn into pleasure.

Michikatsu groaned lowly as his cock twitched under the water as how tight your asshole is from just one finger. He fingers your ass slowly, moving his finger in and out to open you up more. Once you've adjusted to one finger, he leans closer to stick out his tongue, letting more of his saliva drool out to lubricant your hole and add a second finger. "I can feel you getting so wet and sticky from my fingers fucking your pussy" Yoriichi said and watches your mouth hang open with moans leaving your throat.

"If your pussy keeps getting this messy, brother won't have to keep using his saliva and dry out his mouth" Yoriichi said and starts to thrusts his fingers inside you faster. "Ohh~ S'too much. Haa~" your hips buck, and you clnech on Yoriichi's and Michikatsu's fingers. "Relax." Michikatsu grunts, "but you're loose enough." He said and forced a third finger inside your asshole and curled them to open you up more.

"You're doing so good. Just take our fingers alone." Yoriichi said, also adding a third finger inside your pussy. You gasped loudly and your hands pressed down onto the rocks to support your body, and your head fell back as you felt their fingers opening your gummy wet walls up and poking your g-spot at the same time. "M'gonma cum.." you whine and your thighs shut together as you squirt from your pussy.

They didn't stop until you were done squirting and then slowly pulled their fingers out of your holes. "Tired?" Michikatsu asked as Yoriichi jumped back into the water. "n-no." You answer and lift your head back up, feeling dizzy from the intense orgasm. "Good," he said and grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back into the water "Michikatsu please. Give me a minute so I can stand-" you tried to say, but he turns you around and picks you up by your legs and spreads you open, exposing yourself to yoriichi.

"Your pussy is just throbbing for me..." Yoriichi takes his cock and slides his vainy shaft through your folds and his tip poking your thobbing clit. You whimper at the feeling and your insides throb, begging for Yoriichi to put it in. "I'll go in first. Then I'll hold y/n so you can go after," He said to Michikatsu as he pushed his tip inside and then the rest of his thick length, making you moan in relief that your clenching on something bigger.

Once Yoriichi adjusted himself inside your gummy walls, Michikatsu passed you to Yoriichi like a rag doll. He couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to inside your ass so badly that when Yoriichi held your body in his arms with his cock still inside your pussy, Michikatsu smers his pre cum on his hole and then slowly pushes his length inside.

"Oh my g-god!" A high-pitched moans leaves your throat and you cling onto Yoriichi as Michikatsu's big cock pushed past your tight walls. "Ngh... still so tight. It doesn't hurt, right?" He asked as his hands cup at your ass to hold your body up with Yoriichi. "It doesn't~ S'just so much!" You slur your words, feeling so full, and you wiggle from the feeling. "Y/n, if you do that, I can't give you time to adjust," Yoriichi said as he grinded his hips with yours.

"It's okay~ just fuck me. Don't stop." You moan as you felt them hitting your deep spots with their slow yet hard thrust. "Feels good now?" Michikatsu purs in your ear and you bit your bottom lip, nodding to his question "So I can fuck you harder yeah?" He said and pulls back, almost all the way out and slams back into, making your body jerk forward.

You let out a loud moan. It echoed out, but you didn't care. You cared more about being rammed by these two, big handsome twins, then if anyone heard you. The water splashes violently as thrust their hips, smacking their skin with yours as they fuck you faster. Michikatsu smirked "This is your frist time getting fucked in the ass and you're loving it so much you can't stop moaning like a whore. A good- fuuck.. a good fucking whore" he bottoms out and starts pounding his cock in ass harder.

"Your pretty tits keep bouncing in front of me and all I can do is watch" Yoriichi moans as his hips snap faster, making his tip kiss your cervix as he fucks you balls deep "I want to suck on these nipples and feel you clench down on my cock. Haa~ but your pretty holes are already doing that when we tell you how good you're taking it," Yoriichi said.

You whimper at Yoriichi's words and look at him with your fucked out face and teary eyes. "Rub your clit~ beautiful. I know you can do it. We got you," Yoriichi said and you do as he says, letting a hand go off his shoulders to rub your clit and whimpering louder from the over simulation "good girl. Keep doing that until you cum. I love seeing you play with yourself when I fuck your pussy" Yoriichi's breaths became heavier and his moans grew louder, coming close to an orgasm.

"Michikatsu.. Yoriichi~" You moan their names repeatedly as your head falls back on Michikatsu's shoulder and your hand rubbing your clit faster in circles. "That's it. Go dumb on our cocks. Want us to cum inside you? Fill your holes up with out cum?" Michikatsu whimpered softly in your ear as his nails dig into your skin. "Yes.. yess yes!~" You cry out, begging for them to fill you up with your cum and then did just that seconds after.

Michikatsu wrapped his arms around your waist as he made a finally thrust and shoots his load deep inside your ass. Yoriichi made a couple more sloppy thrusts, pushing your thighs back as far as he could in his brothers hold and cums inside your pussy, moaning continuously until he rides out his orgasm. You scream in pleasure as your legs tremble in Yoriichi's hold, sqirting again but this time on his abdomen.

Michikatsu stays inside you for a second until he pulls out but still holds your body. Yoriichi kisses your tears and then your lips. "Are you okay?" He asked and slowly pulled out. You gasped when they pulled out and then felt their cum leaking out of you "I'm fine" you smile at Yoriichi. Michikatsu kisses your shoulders and then closes your thighs together to hold you vridal style.

You wrap your arms around Michikatsu's neck and give him a kiss on his lips. Before coming out of the hot springs, the twins made sure to clean you off and then bring you into the changing room with them. "Let's go eat. You should join us and have some food and tea after that," Michikatsu said, and Yoriichi helps you into your clothing. "Thank you. I'll definitely join you.

[matchadobo]

Omg i love your "cuddles" 🥰🥰🥰😍😍❤️🤩. Would you do a second maybe nsfw part? 🙏🙏🙏😋

KIDD & KILLER; cuddles pt. 2

part 1 is gn reader coded (still welcome for whoever wants to read 🥰)

wc: 1448 warning/s: very nsfw, 🔞, afab reader, 3some, polyamory

it was not long before the cuddles became a regular thing. you'd always end up crawling on kidd's bed, your perfume had already rubbed on his sheets. kidd will be on your right and killer will be on your left. a unanimous position that the three of you had agreed on without talking about it.

what comes to mind about 'not talking about it' is the thing you three have going on. everyone notices the officially unofficial relationship between the three of you. it's honestly suffocating to see you three tiptoeing towards each other.

everyday on the ship, it's you three who are always beside one another. on the dinner table, you sit next to each other and no one else in the ship even thinks about changing that. when in groups, they always pick dibs on you.

nobody hits you up because they know who they're gonna piss off and they're immediately going to be thrown off the ship if they even attempt to. same goes with them. ever since you came into the picture and they've laid dibs on you ,those who have even a shred of attraction to the captain and his first mate dissipated.

they envy you really, sleeping with the captain and his right hand man. be it nothing happened between the three of you. but something deep inside you hopes that something really does happen. you're too scared to break the thing you three got going on to even bring that up.

"you been quiet, name. it's scarin' me." kidd cleared his throat, his flesh arm cushioning thr back of his head. you were in between them. your arm was lousily slung over the surface of his torso while killer embraced you firmly by your waist, his chin nestled on your shoulder as he was deep asleep with parted lips and little snores.

you flinched a little, eyes trailing from the small window that let a wee bit of moonlight in and illuminated kidd's bright amber eyes staring at his ceiling. "nothing, just trying to sleep. why are you still awake?"

he heaved a deep breath before answering. "a thought been buggin' the shit outta me, you know?"

you furrowed your brows a little, it's so rare kidd opens up about something. "want to talk about it?" you snuggled closer but didn't move so haphazardly so as to not jolt killer awake, he's a light sleeper after all.

"bout time really. though kil's knocked the fuck out." he nodded to killer. further confusing you more.

"hey he's been working hard all day, let him. besides, can you not tell me without him?" you looked up at him expectantly, but he kept his eyes glued to the ceiling.

"'s about us. the three of us." he finally looked at you.

the mellow roar of the evening tide evidently disturbed the silence that pooled in the room. you returned his gaze but you held hesitation in yours while his had an earnest intent.

"i'm listening. go on." you broke eye contact, eyes trailing down to the steady heaving of kidd's chest.

"don't play clueless with me, aye? surely it crossed your mind." a little chuckle coated his speech. "thought about what it'd be if we three fucked or somethin'."

your spit got caught in your throat and you started coughing vehemently, waking killer up in the process who immediately rubbed your back to ease your plight while still half asleep. kidd couldn't contain his laughter he had to sit up.

"what... what did you do kidd? why is name coughing so bad?" killer rubbed his eye with his other hand to see better while the other rubbed on your back. he looked to the side to see kidd laughing hysterically with a hand on his stomach.

"bonnie's all flustered, it's the cutest thing." kidd started, wiping a tear by the corner of his eye.

"shut up! look, because of your dumbass killer's awake." you buried your face in your hands, all the blood rushing to your cheeks.

"me? baby, who's the one who coughed 'er heart out?" he teased, tone mocking as he poked fun at you.

"are you even serious or are you just playing with me?" you looked over to kidd once you had composed yourself, irritated as you approach him.

"oh, bonnie. i'm down if you're down, killer's too. we're just waitin' for your go signal." he tapped the bottom of your chin with his index.

"i-i... haven't tried doing it with two guys." you suddenly grow shy, you rubbed on your shoulders as you looked down on your blanketed thighs.

killer, who immediately picked up on the situation, reached over to ruffle your hair. "that's fine, dove. it doesn't matter." his fingers trailed down to massaging the side of your neck gently, reveling in the display of skin and the softness of it. "besides, if you need that reassurance, i really do want to do it with you, hm? " he placed a soft peck on your shoulder, his kiss on your bare skin raised your goosebumps from head to toe.

"what he said." kidd stretched before leaning on the headboard with an arm behind his head. "woulda love to see you naked, though. scratches an itch in my brain."

with their statements, you almost felt like smoke is coming out of you from the increase of heat in your system. your breathing was uneven, you could hear your heart just begging to calm down, and your cheeks felt hotter than the planet near the damn sun. it was all too much for you.

next thing you know, kidd's head was buried deep in your cunt and you were almost breaking your neck from making out with killer from behind. you were between killer's legs while kidd was between yours. killer massaged your mounds from under your shirt while he sucked on your lips. his cock growing hard on your back. it honestly surprised you to see him acting like this.

kidd was busy dragging his tongue feverishly across your folds, his hand pried your legs open as they shiver through the sheer force of his tongue. his nails were digging by the flesh of your thighs as he watched you melt before killer's frame.

after a long while of kidd getting drunk on your cunt, his lips moved back to your stomach up to space that separates your breasts towards your neck and to your lips. catching your lips from killer's. as the redhead got busy with kissing you, you felt his damp length brushing up by your stomach in much need of friction from you.

killer helped you off your shirt and unhooked your bra, his large hands didn't leave your breasts as he played with it from behind. he left trails of dark hickeys on the juncture of your neck and shoulder while pinching the bundle of nerves in the middle of your mounds.

as requested by your captain, you worked yourself up in giving him a handjob while melting in killer's stimulation. kidd had your lips captured by his, swallowing up your moans as he fucked himself on your fist.

you started working up a sweat, beads of them pooling by your forehead. positioned by kidd's lap as he filled you up while you choke on killer's length. your ass slamming by the surface of his toned abdomen as he placed his arm at the back of his head to enjoy the view of the two of you. killer got a firm grip on your locks as he guided your mouth to his sweet spots, throwing his head back as you gobble him whole. kidd relished the view from your behind as you struggle to cater to two of them while being cock drunk.

it wasn't long before they came on you, pumping their lengths over your heaving, sweating body.

"you know i'm a man of no self control but hell, wouldn't wanna get ya pregnant, aye?" kidd grunted, panting as he squeezed the last drop of his seed.

"don't even try. fuck you, kidd." you squirmed under them as the throbbing in your lower half hit you like a truck, curling into a fetal position.

"oh you already did." kidd gave your ass a little slap before lying down the same position as you three usually do.

"don't tease her too much now, kidd. she's spent, hm? i think it's best if we all get some rest, yeah?" killer lied down on your opposite side, hooking his arm under your head to cushion it as he pulled you closer to his embrace just so he could plant a kiss on your forehead. "bunny's done so well after all, didn't she?"

omg?? this was my first time making a 3some smut so if this was all over the place don't eat me 😓

hello anon!🌷 i was really hesitant to make this bc it's a 3some and i haven't done anything of the sort which exceeds fluff. but that doesn't mean i don't want to, ok? it's just uncharted waters, that's why this is short. i still hope i delivered?? 🫶 plus, i did this as afab/fem reader bc i can't make smut for gn readers 😭

[not-goldy]

Jimin has to be so tired of always trying to hold it down and be the older one who keeps things from getting all out whack. When he's sober & clear headed and in his head space, he will ignore everything Jk says to him that flirts past friendship lol. Jokingly calls his compliment lame. Downplays JK being romantic with snarky replies. Yet you put some alcohol in that man and all that weight is gone. Then we have him laying on the floor spilling his guts and the boyfriend pops right out. "Honey" "baby" "boyfriend pic" "My Jungkook". Okay, tell us more Jimin. He really has so much weight & pressure he carries on his shoulders & probably overthinks so much, including dealing with hate. Wondering how his relationship with JK will affect BTS, his dad's business, everyone but thinking about himself really. This is where JK comes in and is loud for the both of them. So it was so nice to see Jimin just let his guard down, so much so he let us see he was down cause the trips were coming to an end. I started crying too, cause you know when Jimin lets his guard down, its major. Jimin doing this for JK, when he saw that JK needed him and went to him to make it up to him and Letter, is probably two of the boldest things we ever seen him do, besides enlisting with Jk. He really let his guard down and let us see his vulnerability. I feel so honored esp knowing how private Jimin's become.

Awwwww I love this so much

I love you for this Anon. Marry me. I'll cook and clean and pay the bills.

Thank you thank you very much.

That's a perfect description of Jimin or at least how I see him in their dynamic. Just perfect. I got sick and tired of reading these bizarre takes and perspectives of him I couldn't resonate with from solos it turned me off. Waaayyy off. Like shut up I don't even want you to talk to me about Jimin no more just shut the hell up.

But this. Tell me more. It resonates hard my goodness.

He is the Hyung you know and I have a problem with people who try to undermine this aspect of him by constantly making him out to be some weakling and victim of the duo.

And I got tired of having to explain this over and over but dude does carry himself as Jungkook's hyung, HE IS HIS FILTER. THE VOICE OF REASON. THE MATURE ONE OF THE TWO THE ONE THE MEMBERS GO TO OR LOOK UP TO TO KEEP JUNGKOOK IN CHECK.

However it is a double edged sword and a Thorned crown because now he gotta overthink everything he gotta worry about everything

Imagine feeling he had to make sure they both could maintain their relationship without having it ruin the dynamics of the group. He had to make sure he wasn't keeping Kook all to himself always, or letting Kook have him all to himself lest it breads resentment among other members.

Imagine he had to agree with the members out of consideration because he would rather have Kook than not at all.

Imagine him having to forgive their fights, not talk to people about the problems they be having, trying to resolve all conflicts at home before coming on to set. I keep saying this, JIMIN IS THE REASON THEIR RELATIONSHIP HAS THRIVED WITHIN THE GROUP THIS LONG AND HE IS THR REASON THE BAND HASNT CRUMPLED BECAUSE OF THE RELATIONSHIP.

Left to some members and the management there would be a no dating among members policy because lime every one readily points out if they are indeed an item then its a huge risk to the band and company. I mean please look at where Suga is now. Now imagine if two members of BTS were actually found out to be queer and dating💀

It's a disservice to victimize Jimin. He is an intelligent resilient powerful negotiator and anyone who tries to put in their heads their relationship won't work or that they will fight and argue woukd be met with a resounding "DOESN'T APPLY TO US"

You making me want to lick Jimin's ass stop Anon stop

[lani-heart]

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parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> none ( I think ? ) word count -> 2.4k

abstract -> After y/n accepted Yang Jungwon, Sunoo is determined to accomplish what he called operation: seduction.

y/n's perspective

Kim Sunoo is determined on what he calls – operation: seduction. 

He’ll come to my dorm room to walk me to the cafeteria and even carry my breakfast tray. He’d also do the same with lunch and dinner. In fact, he’d make sure I wouldn’t skip any of my meals. Also even made sure I had snacks and water to drink. 

He’d also buttered up my roommates… and brought them food and snacks. They also gossiped with him… he for some reason knew everything about anyone even what they rumored about me, Wonyoung, and Eunchae.

Of course that enraged Wonyoung even more… 

Out of the three known soulmates, Sunoo is their favorite. Jungwon of course is annoyed at the sudden thought that he was “losing to Sunoo” 

The two boys made it clear to me that they weren't interested in Sooha. Even telling me about how they talked about boundaries with her. 

I however still refused to befriend the girl. She knew that… Sunoo and Jungwon told me how badly she wished to befriend me and my friends but how she didn't understand what she did. 

It wasn’t her fault… but I couldn’t face her knowing she had Heeseung’s heart.

“y/n!” I heard and I dreaded everything about her. 

“Hello, Sooha,” I said and she smiled. “How about you eat with us, today?” she asked and I shook my head. “I’m eating with the Riverfield council today,” I said and she seemed disappointed but…

“Why don’t we all eat together?!” she asked and  I sighed. “That’s not a good idea… even you know they don’t get along”

and K doesn’t want to be around you because you don't choose him over them. 

“I know… I wish they’d get along,” she muttered and I sighed. “Hey! Why don’t you use magic?” she asked and she didn’t know but what she was doing was offensive. 

“You can make them get along… Does it take a potion? Ooh or maybe a spell–" "Shut up and do stuff for your own” Wonyoung said now angry… actually fuming. 

“W-what?” Sooha said caught off guard and shocked at her angry aura. “All you want is to ask y/n for a spell? For your own benefit? Witches don’t do favors… nor do we like requests. We practice magic for ourselves, not for your own desires” she ranted. 

“What, Wonyoung is trying to say… What you’re suggesting is offensive to any witch. For a vampire to ask a witch for help is very stupid. At the end of the day Sooha, lots of our species are enemies… werewolves and vampires… witches and humans… vampires and witches” I explained and her eyes widened. 

“But… your soulmates are Sunoo and Jungwon!” she said and I sighed. “You're asking me to perform a spell for you. Against their own will, and it's not my practice in magic” I said and she shook her head. 

“I didn’t know! I’m So–""You seem to never know,” Wonyoung said as she took me away from the girl. “You didn’t need to be mean,” I said and she sighed.

“She still doesn’t understand why you avoid her. Nor is anyone telling her. You secretly hate her and you’re caught pretending” 

sunoo’s perspective

Jungwon and I knew y/n didn’t like Sooha. She had every reason… four out of seven of her soulmates are in love with her. They’ll reject her for Sooha. 

But I didn’t expect Sooha to be so pushy towards her… wanting so badly to befriend her.

“I didn’t know it was offensive,” she said, explaining what she did to y/n. I didn't know it was offensive to ask a witch to do magic. Especially if you’re a non-magic user.

Does that mean I offended her when I asked her for that truth serum?

“She’s just being sensitive,” Jake said and I rolled my eyes. I get they didn’t like our soulmate but… they should respect that she’s a witch and their cultures and traditions are sacred. 

“I don’t even know what type of witch she is,” Sooha said. The boys were learning about y/n through Sooha…

I noticed Jay’s conflict between wanting to meet her and being faithful to Sooha. Even though none of us were together with her… not even them.

“Jungwon, what type of witch is she?” Sooha asked and his eyes widened. He didn’t knowingly don’t know… I never asked” he confessed and then her pink eyes landed on me. 

“Suno–” “Blood Witch” I said knowing that she wanted… “Blood witch?” she said confused and I sighed. 

“She comes from an ancient bloodline… An Ichor witch. They’re rumored to once have served gods and practiced magic through a gray spectrum of sorts” I explained and her eyes glowed. “Woah.. so she’s a lot stronger than I thought,” she said and I saw everyone look at me in shock… I was too when I learned about her. 

“Isn’t she the top student in the magic users?” Niki asked and I nodded. 

“She’s the strongest magic user. Many people say that she can do any type of magic but practice blood magic” I said and I noticed Jungwon shift around nervously. 

“What do blood witches do?” Sunghoon asked.

“They grant power in the blood. They excel in rituals, using their blood for benefit. They also are masters in control. With blood, they can control anyone and even make someone a puppet. They can also do linking magic where they can link your life to another’s or even paper dolls” I said and I saw them all turn a little fearful. 

“She can do that?” Sooha asked and I nodded. 

“The witches and other magic users have different specialties either by linkage or interests. Usually, lineage is the most powerful but y/n is a wildcard in magic” I explained and she nodded. 

“Do you know about asking witches for favors?” she asked and I shook my head. 

“Why would it be disrespectful though?” Jake asked and I didn’t know… I thought witches would often do favors for humans and other species like the werewolves when shifting or vampires with the sun.

“We’ll ask”

“It's rude… witches were often exploited and thrown to execution if they didn’t help humans. Other species would threaten a witch’s life and family if they didn’t comply,” she explained and it made sense. 

There were many instances in history when witches were tried for magic users in dark magic, which is now seen as discrimination.

“Also simply asking a witch to do something is suggesting we’re below another person…” she said and I felt my eyes widen. 

“What? In what way does that even make sense?” Jungwon asked and she sighed. “Magic users are creatures, often servants of nature. So if a human or a supernatural being asks for a favor in spells or potions it's offensive. You’re asking us to malpractice our magic for your benefit. In some instances, it isn’t but with Sooha she asked me to unethically control others' ' she explained and it made sense.

With magic users being executed for the past it made sense that they were seen as inferior. Especially when asking for wrongful favors and one-sided benefits.

“Did we offend you?” I asked and she smiled. “With the truth serum? Kinda… but it was natural problem-solving. I also thought it would benefit me and wouldn't harm anyone so it's okay” I said and I sighed. 

“We didn’t mean to offend you,” Jungown said as he kissed her head and she smiled. “You didn’t. It's okay, you can tell Sooha not to beat herself up for it. She didn’t know, '' she said and I nodded. 

“y/n?” I said and she looked at me with those pretty eyes of hers. “Why are you so close to Riverfield?” I asked and Jungwon also looked at her. We’ve been wondering about this question for a while now. 

“They offered help… werewolves are also creatures in the past who have been wrongfully killed so naturally witches and werewolves get along. It's a history thing… but EJ and K have been very kind and offered their help when it came to… us from a boy’s perspective” she confessed and I smiled. 

“It's just they’re our rivals,” Jungwon said and she nodded. 

“I know, but they understand my side of things when the Heeseung and Sooha situation was a fresh wound, '' she said and I knew what she meant. She saw comfort in them… but she was hiding something.

“y/nnie– oh… what are vampires doing here?” Wonyoung changed moods very quickly. She’s been enraged by Sooha. She was a witch who specialized in potions. So she has sought to brew potions and spells very often.

“We’re sorry for offending you,” Sunoo said and she scoffed. “Why isn’t Sooha apologizing then?” she said and I sighed.

“It's annoying! Do you know how often people come up to me asking for love potions and potions to magically fix their appearances? Or soulmate spells?! Sooha and all the other creatures should know how offensive it is.” she ranted and I could see y/n agreed with her.

“Then ask me a favor” I suggested and her eyes widened. “I could do anything you’d like. I didn’t know asking for such things was bad. So for myself and Sooha, I'll do anything for forgiveness” I said and Wonyoung smirked. 

“I’ve been needing these crystals in the forest… they only appear at midnight and the academy doesn’t restock on them until the next few months” she suggested and I nodded. I then looked at my soulmate who only smiled softly. 

“I don’t need anything,” she said and I smiled. 

“Then, I'll just continue with my operation to seduce you!” 

Gathering crystals for Wonyoung was a lot harder than I thought… It took me all night so now here I was in the student council room tired because of those crystals. 

“You actually did it?” she asked, shocked. 

“I really am sorry. I know you hate Sooha, but she’s still my friend so I hope you can forgive her also.” I said and she scoffed. “I don’t like Sooha. I won’t ever especially with how your friends like her over your own soulmate” she said and I felt my eyes widen.

“Yes, I know all seven of you're her soulmates but I won't tell her. I want don't hear her crying over you guys” she said and I agreed. 

“You aren’t bad Sunoo… neither is Jungwon. The both of you seem to have some common sense even Niki seems to be possessed when y/n is around. She just hasn’t noticed it yet” she said and I nodded while laughing.

Niki was obsessed with y/n. 

He really wanted to talk to her but didn't want to push her.

“Be careful, vampire,” she said and I smiled. “Of course, witch”

 

“I should’ve been the one apologizing,” she said as Heeseung pat her head lovingly… idiot. “Don’t cry over the stupid little witch” Jake said and I scoffed. 

“Jake shut up,” Jungwon said angrily and he rolled his eyes. 

“I wanna be her friend… the vampires won't be my friend since I'm half human, and the humans are scared of me. K won’t talk to me anymore… and I selfishly offended y/n” she said with tears running down her cheek. 

“Why do you care so much about her?” Sunghoon asked and she smiled. “Everyone talks about her… she’s the smartest student in the bright sun. She’s also known to be friendly towards everyone even through the merge. She doesn't care if you're a hybrid. Everyone judges me for it… but she wouldn’t. I just wanted friends who were girls to accept me” she said.

I hate seeing her so sad… she was my friend. But I would never choose her over y/n, so I really wanted to tell her why the witches hate her so much.

“Sunoo… are you almost done with the cookies? Sooha could have some right now?” Jake asked and I shook my head. “Sorry Sooha, but I’m on thin ice with y/n. These are for her.” I said and her eyes glowed. 

“She likes sweets?” she asked and I paused before nodding. She was planning something. 

“Can you help me bake something for the witch council as an apology?” she asked and I sighed. Wonyoung won’t like this. 

“Sooha, you should find other ways to apologize. The witch council will probably not forgive you” Jungwon suggested and she pouted. 

“Why not?” Heeseung asked and I couldn’t believe they were that stupid. 

“How about this, i’ll talk to her–” “No you're not,” Jungwon said quickly. Heeseung shouldn’t be allowed near y/n…

“No… I need to apologize myself” 

y/n’s perspective

“So the announcements will start next week?” Jacob asked and I nodded. “Yes, so Chanhee you should work with Sunghoon, Maki, and Wonyoung about the script. Once you have it written, tell Wonyoung so she can take you to Liz for a look-over over” I said and he nodded. 

I soon see Sunoo from the corner of my eye come into the council room. 

“Do we talk to Sunoo and Niki also?” Kevin asked and I shook my head. “If you’d like you could, but Sunghoon should have all the information for his script so asking him would be fewer steps' ' I explained and they nodded.

“Thank you!” they said and I bowed as they left. “Sunoo,” I said with a smile as he chuckled. “For you,” he said as he handed me a picnic basket. 

It contained a bunch of snacks and even cookies. “Why?” I asked and he smiled. “For my operation: seduction! And because I needed to show you I'm sorry for offending you” he said and I smiled. 

“You didn’t have to,” I said and he nodded. “I did,” he said and I smiled. “Hey Sunoo?” I said and he looked at me with his sparkly eyes. 

“I accept Kim Sunoo as my soulmate,” I said and all at once I was lifted off the ground. “You mean it?!” he said and I chuckled. 

“Yes, operation: seduction was a success,” I said and he kissed me. It felt natural like I was where I belonged. 

“Should I feel jealous?” I heard him pull away from each other to see Jungwon. 

“You ruined my moment” Sunoo pouted and the younger vampire rolled his eyes. “Sure, hyung,” he said and I chuckled. 

“Now, we have to share her?” Jungwon asked and Sunoo scoffed.  “Don’t say it like that!” he scolded and the younger looked offended. “Don’t yell at me!” he scolded and I laughed.

I may not have all my soulmates… but these two were enough for now.

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[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 48)

Twenty minutes later, N came back online, he was dizzy, his entire body felt as though it was filled with radio static and his core was stuttering, seemingly still fluttering from what it had just experienced.

There was a warm body on top of him, collapsed on his chest, his arm moved on its own to wrap around her, his breath seemed to catch up and come out in some astonished half-choke.

Had that really just happened?

“U-uzi?” He found his voice though it was horse and husky, and he got no response, his girlfriend continuing to lie there limp. He began to get worried, had he overloaded her somehow? Fried her processors?

He lifted her up to face him, her visor reading [Reboot, Data Overload!] but she was very clearly still online, they were also still linked together, the wire shifting as what it was connected to moved. His worry dissipated, she was fine, just still rebooting.

In the meantime, he attempted to disconnect, he lightly pulled on the wire only to find that her port had locked him in, leaving him stuck there until she woke up. So he leaned back into the pillow and looked at the ceiling, basking in the afterglow.

Uzi's system gave a beep before a low groan left her lips, clearly feeling the same dizzy feeling that had hit him when he first woke up, N went to hold her steady, one hand on her back and the other on her cheek, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Welcome back.” He smiled at her, a laugh tugging on his lips as she slowly looked up at him, embarrassed at herself, even so, her eyelights seemed to smile at him.

“Hey…” She replied back, her voice soft and small, she tried to pull back, either to get off him or just to get a better look when the short cable connecting them stopped her, painfully yanking on both of them.

“Oh… we're still…” She said, still a little out of it, she lightly brushed over the wire, fingers tangling in it, N watched her curiously, she was acting… off.

“Are you okay?”

At that she seemed to look at him, really look at him, her eyelights scanning every inch of his face before something overtook her and she kissed him. It wasn't hungry or urgent like before, but it was passionate and they both found themselves melting into it before she pulled away.

He chuckled as they remained with their visors pressed together, it was clear that neither of them wanted to get up just yet, he wasn't sure he'd be able to anyway, his legs felt numb.

N couldn't help but run his hands along her silicone softly, in which she replied by humming in contentment and caressing the seam of his visor with her thumb.

Whatever enjoyment they got out of holding each other like this seemed to be enhanced, Uzi's edges were nonexistent, leaving her as vulnerable as she would ever be and N's anxiety had run off to find it, because that was gone for the moment too.

“I love you so much.” He almost whispered in her ear, causing her to giggle lightly and bury her head into the crook of his neck, he could feel her smiling against him, making a similar smile tug the corners of his mouth.

“I love you too.” She replied equally as softly, and she finally sat up as far as thr cable would allow, she grabbed the end of in before sighing and moving her hand directly underneath to where it plugged in. There was a small click. And they were disconnected, the wire immediately snapped back inside the compartment over his core, causing him to wince as it smacked his casing.

“S-sorry, probably should have warned you.” She manually closed her compartment, before reaching up and doing the same to his, the low buzzing of his core ceased, and the radio static of his limbs seemed to let up a little.

“It's alright.” He leaned forward and held her before taking them both back down to lay on the bed, she was still mostly on top of him, although now her head rested on his chest.

“Did that… really just happen?” She asked after a moment, sounding like she didn't belive herself, he gave her a breathy laugh and used his hand to massage her back, he felt… complete? satisfied? They had become one, he had known her every thought and feeling, and she knew his. It was… incredible.

“Mmhm.” He replied, squeezing her closer even if it was physically impossible, he gave her a kiss on the forehead and buried his face into her hair.

Had she always had a smell? Because right now she smelled like freshly forged metal and citrus, a strange but oddly pleasant smelling combo.

“That was amazing…” He breathed out, causing her to laugh again, she looked up at him, nervously glancing to the side.

“Good. I… was afraid I was bad… or something.”

He blinked, almost confused on how or why she'd ever think that.

“It wasn't bad, it wouldn't have ever been bad. It was with you, and you're so, so amazing.” He immediately voiced all these things, making her blush and kiss his visor again, which in turn made him lean down and kiss hers.

“You were too…”

“I didn’t really do anything.”

She looked at him incredulously.

“Are you serious? You wrote, I love you, like fifty times over my display code. That's all I could see!”

Oh, well he was being a little clumsy…

“At least you liked it?”

“Of course I did… you goob.”

Then there was silence for another few minutes, riding the high of their afterglow together, with Uzi ending up tracing small shapes on his chest and around his core, avoiding actually touching it.

N smiled, she was being so soft, her walls had been completely demolished for him, Even before, she would have been embarrassed she was touching him so freely, now she was doing it with a small smile on her face.

“That kinda tickles Zi.” He hummed as he pretty much did the same to her back, avoiding the scars in favor of tracing around them.

She stopped, not responding but curling into him and purring, triggering his own.

Then, as if waiting for the perfect moment. A wail broke through the house like a thunderclap, alerting to two parents to their charge, who had woken up alone on the couch and was very much not happy about it.

“Mm. She has your attitude.” N laughed as Uzi slapped him lightly, slowly rolling off him to crawl out of bed even if she was initially unsteady.

“Hush.”

She got dressed, although only in her skull pajamas and made her way to the living room where Tera was beating her fists into the couch cushions in a genuine tantrum.

“Oh Tera honey, it's okay.” Uzi scooped her up, black blanket and all and the toddler almost immediately settled down, looking up at her mother, albeit with squinted eyes, almost saying “how dare you leave me alone!”

“I'm sorry Jellybean, daddy and I lost track of time.” Uzi nuzzled her daughters visor, causing the girl to let out a peel of giggles as she did it back, clearly not holding much of a grudge.

“Least you don't hold a grudge like me…”

There was a knock at the door. Making Uzi jump and Tera to immediately look at the door in curiosity, it used to just make her cry, but at least now she seemed to understand that it meant someone new was here.

She looked down at herself, her pajamas ruffled her hair a complete wreck. She sighed, hopefully it was someone she knew, this wouldn't be as awkward.

“Coming.”

She made her way to the door, looking over at N who was still in the process of getting dressed, buttoning every single button on his coat took awhile…

She used her solver to pull the door shut for him, then she let the front door swing open. Tera resting mostly in one arm as the other was free to press the button.

Red eyes looked back.

She jumped back, startled. Her other hand immediately flew up to protect Tera's head as her tail immediately wrapped around mother and child, spines flared out and ready to impale the intruder.

The intruder also jumped back, and Uzi suddenly realized that the red eyes didn't belong to who she thought they did. For starters, this drone was clearly a dude.

“Sorry for the scare man! I'm Guy, I uh, work with N?”

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[the-guilty-writer]

Everywhere

Request from anon: You asked for requests for Morgan and i shall deliver! i love that man so much, he is too underrated. 

How about Morgan with a reader who is trying to hide/push trough a work injury? maybe reader doesnt even realise how bad their injure really is untill he points it out? 

bonus points if reader nearly faints :))

Derek Morgan x GN!platonic!reader

Summary: Reader tries to push through a work injury, only to have it hit them at one of the worst times.

A/N: more blurb length, but oh well. Was gonna make it fluffy and it ended up being angsty, but oh well again. 

CW: Spitballs, reader gets stabbed, reader and Morgan are both wearing guns, Morgan uses his, reader almost faints (bonus points)

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When you applied to the FBI Academy, you were well aware of what you were signing up for - not just the 20 weeks of intensive training, but the job that would come after. You thought your first job as a S.W.A.T. agent would be the most dangerous, but when you joined the BAU a few years later, you realized there was a whole world of hurt out there you hadn’t seen.

When you entered the unsubs house, you’d been prepared for many things: a hand-to-hand take down, a knife, even a gun to be pointed towards your face. What you hadn’t been prepared for was a spit bill.

Yep. It was a little round wad of chewed up paper that did you in. The unsub managed to land it right in your eye, catching you off guard. Then they moved in with an expected attack and you found yourself with a knife in your shoulder, on your dominant side, no less.

That was months ago. You were finally allowed back in the field after being cleared by two different doctors and a physical therapist. The most recent cases hadn’t been heavy on the tactical side, and the team made sure to put you in the “easiest” position possible. You were hardly having to take painkillers. All seemed well.

It wasn’t usual for the team to be on a case for more than three or four days at a time, but it happened, and after spending your fifth night on a bad hotel mattress, you admitted (but only to yourself) that the pain in your shoulder was more intense than usual. As the day went on, it only intensified, and you didn’t want to cloud your brain with medication.

“You okay?” Morgan asked, when you climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV. Hotch had tasked the two of you with interviewing a potential witness.

“Of course,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Morgan blinked. “You’re opening doors with your better shoulders and you winced when you got into the car,” he said.

“Just a little sore,” you replied.

Morgan didn’t believe you for a second, but he let it go.

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The last thing you expected when Morgan pulled over to park in front of the witness’s house was to see the unsub making a run for it down the street.

“Morgan!” you pointed to the man running down the street. The surge of adrenaline triggered the instinct of raising your bad arm. Pain radiated from the site of your injury, around your back, and into your spine. You tried best not to let it show on your face.

“I see him,” Morgan replied. He whipped the SUV onto the front lawn. The sudden movement of the car caused the agony to spread further through your body.

Still, you didn’t hesitate to jump out of the car, adding another impact to the injury. When Morgan sprinted down the sidewalk, you followed him. Every movement of your arm built a silent scream in your chest. The force of your feet hitting the pavement as you ran amplified the sensation. The sidewalk came to a corner, and you reached towards the holster on your hip, only to see black as you tried to wrap your fingers around the grip.

Your body had enough. Weakened knees crumbled and you staggered down to the pavement. Ever exhausted lungs heaved and gasped as vocal chords that were suppressing howls of hurt strained to stay silent. Your fingers were spread wide to keep you steady, palms pressed bloody on the rough cement to keep you upright. Three shots rang through the air and echoed in your ears long after the sounds should have been gone.

“Hey,” Morgan’s voice broke through the noise. Gentle hands supported you onto your knees. “Hey, look at me.”

Somehow you gathered the strength to look at him. “Tell me where it hurts.”

“The unsub-”

“Tell me,” Morgan cut you off, “where it hurts.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. The knot in your throat unraveled. Tears spilled from your eyes. You collapsed into strong, protective arms. 

“Everywhere.” You only had the strength to whisper. “It hurts everywhere.”

[gabessquishytum]

Interior decorator Hob ask has infiltrated my mind BUT with a bit of a twist:

Whether or not he still stumbles his way into the business, he's found he really enjoys it. He enjoys it even more when he settles into a more niche corner of the market as a sex dungeon designer. He's built things from subtle changes for extra bedroom activities to full-on, intense dungeons. And with thr riche clientele thay he works with, there's little he hasn't seen.

Enter Dream: professional Dom who recently moved house and needs to renovate the basement for work. He'd normally do it himself but just shortly after moving, he injured himself to the point that his doctor told him to take it easy for the next few weeks (which would be fine if he didn't have set appointments starting right in a few weeks as well. That doesn't leave enough time to get his workplace situated). So he hired Hob, someone Desire had recommended.

Hob has seen lots of pretty people in his line of work but there's just something about this man that makes Hob want to fall to his knees for (and maybe test out his handiwork with later). He tries to stay professional throughout the process, but there's only so much willpower and Dream sauntering through the house without a shirt and low-rise pants after a shower does nothing to help. Nor does his face looming over Hob's shoulders to examine the plans nor that deep, velvet like voice giving strict instructions on what to fix just beside his ear.

Dream, after seeing Hob for the first time, knew he needed that man. So he's made it his personal mission to wear Hob down and give in like he knows Hob wants to.

After the renovations are complete and Dream is cleared for strenuous activities again, let's just say that freshly made dungeon is going to get plenty of use in-between Dream's appointments.

SEX DUNGEON DESIGNER HOB AKAJSJAJAHSN <3333 unsurprisingly I love it.

Hob is definitely on the submissive end of the spectrum, which is something he uses to his advantage in his work. His designs are more geared towards the needs, comfort and ease of the submissive partner. Other designers may tend to see things from the dom's pov, which is absolutely fine too! But Hob just has an insight into what it actually feels like to be vulnerable and trying to enter a submissive state. His designs have been quite popular with professional doms (Desire may or may not be in the industry just like their brother, and recommended Hob’s work very highly).

It's difficult to work around Dream. Not because he's rude or difficult. But because he can so easily render Hob weak at the knees with his voice or the merest hint of a smile. Hob can't stop fantasising about using every item in the new sex dungeon with Dream, and while he's following the client's strict stipulations, he also finds himself adding elements that he really wants Dream to use on him. Like, the breeding bench with the built-in spreader bar was a particularly vivid part of Hob’s daydreams, and now the real thing takes up a corner of the dungeon space.

When he finally finds himself spread out on the bench with four of Dream’s graceful fingers plunging in and out of his hole, Hob is pleased that he ordered extra cushioning for the part of the bench where his head rests. But mostly he's just whimpering and begging for more, because he's a good slut - Dream knew that he would be, the moment he walked through the door.

It's only fair that Hob gets to use the room he put such energy and devotion into. And after Dream spent the whole renovation time teasing and working Hob into a proper state, it's high time for him to make this poor sweet sub cum!

[storiesofmyhead]

Pogues - A Rafe Cameron Story

Summary: Rafe and Cassiopia have always had a complicated relationship. A big age gap of 3 years starting at age 16 and 19, Rafe constantly hurting her friends, and in the end her. But hurting he was never what he wanted to do, all he wanted to do was protect her. Put yourself in Cassi's shoes as you live through 4 seasons of The Outer Banks and a rough relationship with the one and only Rafe Cameron.

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Season 1

Episode 1, Episode 2

Word count: 1541

"We're the pogues. And our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.'

Sitting on the top of a vacant house, John B - a longtime friend of hers - was playing with fate as he balanced next to her, a beer is his hand.

"That's what a- three-story fall to the deck?" Pope said sarcastically. "I'd give you about a one in three chance of survival." He squinted looking up into the sun.

"Hm," John B licks his finger before lifting it up to the sky. "Show I do it?" He jokingly asks.

"Ya, you should jump." Pope answers, holding his drill up to the sky towards John B like a gun. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You gonna shoot me." John B plays along holding his finger up like a gun, playfully shotting down at Pope.

"Yep."

Shaking her head, Cassiopia looks down hearing Kie's footsteps come out of the house. "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." She throws her hands up, annoyed at the insensitivity towards the sea creatures and sea life.

"Of course, they are why wouldn't they?" Pope says as if it's the most obvious thing.

"Used to be a turtle habitat but, who cares about the turtles, I guess." She rolls her eyes, walking out onto the dec. More annoyed than she was before.

"I can't have cold towels." JJ jokes as Kie looks up at the three.

"Can you please not kill yourself?" Kie asks sarcastically, squinting her eyes up at him as Cassiopia, or Cass/Cassi for short, laughed at his antics.

"Don't you drop that beer," JJ threatens. "I'm not giving you another one."

Though despite JJ's threat, John B still managed to drop it not even 30 seconds after the warning, whining as he watches it smash on the ground, Casi slapping his leg, "You idiot," as she laughs shaking her head.

"Of course you did. Like right when I said." JJ shakes his head in disbelief as John B dramatically mourns his lost drink.

"Casi! Casi, where the fuck are you!" a familiar voice yelled from behind the house, near the road.

Rolling her eyes she stands, balancing her way to the other side of the house where none other than Rafe Camerom stood. His tongue pushing his cheek out, a clear sign of his annoyance, as he scowled his eyes searching the house.

All the pogues go silent, watching as Cassi slides down the roof until she was invisible, hidden by the other side of house.

Rafe's eyes widen, his body moving towards the house at a quick pace as he watches her climb down the house. "What the fuck are you doing up there?" He scolds. "That's so fucking dangerous. What were you thinking? You could've gotten hurt." His hands grab at her waist lifting her up away from the side of the house until she was safely on the ground.

"I'm fine, Rafe." She breaths out, annoyed at his concern. Well, it wasn't his concern she was annoyed about. She loved that he cared for her and knew he only wanted her to be safe, but sometimes he was a little overprotective. But it was everything she did that concerned him, he was always annoyed when he found her hanging out with the pogues doing some stupid or dangerous shit. And it wasn't just the fact that she was hanging out with the pogues, it was the fact that she wasn't hanging out with him and maybe because she picked the pogues over him.

"How many times have I told you, not to go some stupid shit with those pogues," he spit, saying the word pogue as if it was venom.

"Those pogues, are my friends." She scowled at him, now re-thinking her plans with him.

Huffing, he throws his head back running his fingers through his hair. "Ok. I'm sorry." He says looking back down at the girl in front of him. Her lips out in a pout, her arms crossed as she avoids eye contact.

"Baby-" His eyes catching the on-looking eyes and ears of the pogue's that try to catch their conversation. "Cassi, I'm sorry. Ok? I didn't mean to hurt you; I was just worried." He watches her eyes move from the ground up to him, before glancing back at her friend that try to eavesdrop.

"I forgive you. I know you just want what's best for me." She smiles up at him, his eyes showing true compassion and love as he gives her a small smile back.

"I wish I could kiss you right now. Just to show you how much I love you." He slightly shakes his head, breathing out, his eyes fluttering.

Giggling she grabs his hand and pulls him towards his truck that waits for them parked on the side of the road. Shaking his head, he allows her to pull him as they reach the passenger seat. Opening the door for her, he waits until she sat comfortably in the seat before closing the door and walking to the other side.

'And that's my friend, Cassi. Well, her real name's Cassiopia but we call her Cass or Cassi for short. She's a pogue through and through, but she has this weird relationship with the Camerons. After her dad died, I guess they took her in for a while until her mom came back and then she went back to full pogue. But no matter what Rafe Cameron never left her and refused to believe that she was even a 'dirty pogue' as he likes to call it. Don't really know their deal, but they're close. And ya. That's my crew.'

Gasping, Cassi shoots up breathing heavily now awake thanks to the loud thunder and rain that hit the house. Moaning softly Rafe sits up next to her, his arms wrapping around her waist and his head falling on her shoulder as he digs it into the junction between her neck and shoulder. Placing soft kisses down her neck and collarbone he asks, "What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing," She mutters, slightly shaking her head. "Just the thunder. It's loud. Go back to sleep."

"I can't sleep knowing that you're awake." He mutters, placing a kiss on her lips. "C'mere." He opens his arms pulling her on top of him. "I'll keep you safe, I won't let anything hurt you. I promise." He says placing one more kiss on her head as his hand covers the ear that isn't laying on his chest.

Listening to his heartbeat and his soft breaths, she allows it to lull her back to sleep. The raging storm outside long forgotten.

Moaning, Cassi turns over in the bed to lay on her stomach, pushing her head deeper into the pillow. Trying to block the bright light beams that had tried to wake her up in the first place.

"Cassi, stop moving." She hears Rafe groan from beside her. the arm that once held her close to his side, now laid under her. his grip tight as he rolls her on top of him as if she weighs nothing, which to him, she didn't.

"Mmm, Rafe." She hums, placing kisses on his bare chest moving up to his neck and jaw.

Eyes fluttering open, he smirks at her lifting his hand up to grip her chin and connect their lips. "My pretty girl." He says the rasp in his voice signaling that he just woke up.

Giggling softly, she places a few more kisses on his lips, sitting up to now straddle his hips. He reaches up to push her messy hair behind her ears, smiling tiredly up at her. "You're so fucking pretty. Oh, the things I want to do to you."

Bitting her lips she runs her hands up and down his torso, tracing his abs. His own hands falling to lay comfortably on her hips. "Ya? What do you want to do to me? Hm?"

"Oh," he chuckles, pulling her hips harder into his. "You feel that baby? Feel what you do to me?" He pouts, his bottom lip jutted out.

Leaning down she places another kiss on his lips before they’re interrupted by Rafe’s voice calling up the stairs.

“Sarah!” 

Groaning Rafe rolls his eyes, Cassi swinging her leg up and off of him, jumping off the bed. “No, baby~ Come back~” He whines, his hands reaching out to her.

“You're such a baby.” She giggles, opening his closet and grabbing one of his shirts out of it. 

Turning around she watched him sit up, placing a pillow on his lap, his eyes looking her up and down. The sight of her only wearing a pair of spandex and his shirt that stopped just above her knees, left barely anything to the imagination. 

"Are you hungry? I can makeeeee~" She drawls out as she tries to think of something, since the power was still out.

"Can I have you." His eyebrows lift up, his lips pulling up into a smirk.

Rolling her eyes, "How about yogurt and fruit." She sends him a smile.

"Ok." He smiles back. "I'll be right down."

"Got it." She answers happily before walking out of the room and down the stairs.

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[sarcastictissy]

I have a lot of lovely asks and messages from people that I'm not able to respond to yet, but I just want to genuinely thank all of you for it ❤️ I was worried I was letting people down, but I'm so very thankful for everyone that reassured me otherwise. I will respond to you all. I'm not ignoring any of you, I promise.

Now onto something more serious. This is tagged as qsmp neg because I'm about to get really really angry with a certain part of this fandom.

Since Maxo unofficially confirmed qsmp is ending after the event, I've seen so many posts and reblogs along the lines of "the people upset because they had hope are in denial/ delusional/ crazy" or "the people thinking qsmp wasnt dead brought this upon themselves" which, basically, people are making fun of those who've had hope that the server will server. Now, don't get me wrong, we aren't exactly logical by having hope, and you're nit in the wrong for having a joke about people being "in denial" about the server closing.

That being said, the people blogging this only started doing it when Maxo unofficially confirmed its closure. So, technically there was still a small part of you that had hope, too, huh?

Not to mention, we are not in thr wrong for having hope or wanting to hold onto something that brought us so much joy, love, passion and creativity this past year. Leave us be. Let us be "in denial" or "delusional" or whatever you want to call us. It's fun over here. It's bright and positive and we all share the best memories of the past year. We don't WANT to look on the downside because it doesn't help us. It doesn't make sense to be consumed by all this negativity. It's very damaging to people's mental health if all they're seeing is "qsmp is dead" "quackity is cancelled" "all CCs hate qsmp" and other untrue statements.

As long as the fandom lives, qsmp lives. So why are you mocking us for seeing the qsmp in a positive and fun way? We're celebrating its life, not its death. This is a celebration, not a funeral.

I have had so many people message me, send asks, and tag me in posts to thank me for being positive about this situation even in the worst of times. And it's not that I'm saying "the admins are being mistreated? Oh well!" Because I'm not. What I'm doing and what I've done the past 3 or so months is remind people to take a breather, remind people to care for themselves and offer a place for them to vent to. I've shared my favourite moments of qsmp as a way to relive the best times whilst we go through the worst.

Can you not see that? Do you really think it's worth mocking me and others for?

If you genuinely believe I'm crazy or other insults because I see qsmp as a good thing, despite its faults, then please, unfollow me. Block me. Block the 'qsmp positivity' tag.

I will continue to spread hope about qsmp because I need it as much as others do. I owe myself to stay level headed and clear on qsmp because its done so much for me this past year. And so so many others see it the same way. I'm very grateful to be a place of positivity and safety during these trying times. I'm so thankful to everyone who has messaged me, sent me asks, followed me or even became my mutual because of this server.

I am so sorry for anyone that has been incredibly negative and doomposting excessively these past few months. It's very sad you felt the need to bring others down because you were sad too. But the there's a difference between being negative and actively ridiculing others for not being negative. And for those that have been doing the latter, stop. Stop trying to make us feel small for having hope for a server that has been our home for over a year.

If anyone feels like I'm being harsh, it's because I am.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

BAU team x Teen Unsub reader

So I jsut thought of this idea ans wanted to try an Unsub teen reader because I haven't done one yet and I really wanted to come up with a mo for the reader so this happend.

summary: Someone has been dropping bodies around Virginia in their own home ans the team have know idea who the unsub is, or that it's one of their own. They were killed in a way they haven't come across before.

Third person pov...

The team have been stumped with the same case for almost a month the Unsub they're chasing has always been one stepp ahead of them and hasn't messed up, all they know is the Unsub is a teenager and lives in Virginia.

How the unsub kills their victims is horrible so violent you wouldn't expect it from an Unsub so young, what he does is a taser to the them out and then they stab their victims through the heart.

After the victims are dead they physically take the skull and leave the rest of the body all 12 bodies have been found in the same lake.

This tells the team that this Unsub only cares about the skull ans nothing else, so far this unsub has killed 12 people and won't be stopping anytime soon.

Y/N had just finished taking care on their last victim who was a woman woth beautiful blonde hair like JJ, the teen was currently examining the skull when their phone rang, sighing softly the teen puts the skull down and picks up their phone it was Hotch.

Y/N nervously looks around them paranoid that they were being watched  but of coruse knowone knows where they are hopefully, the teen then puts on  a fake happy voice and answers the phone.

"Hey Hotch, what's up?" They ask sounding normal when speaking to Hotch, they playing with the blodd under their nails before hearing Hotch speak. "Y/N, I need you to come to thr police station we have some questions to ask you" he says, Y/Ns heart quickens 'are they getting somewhere'

Y/N swallows a lump in their throat and answers "of course be there soon!" They say before ending the call, Y/N puts down their phone and looks at the body, its been months since they started killing.

At first the thrill of doing it was amazing but now it was getting boring, but they can't stop themselves they need skulls, they love skulls because skulls are interesting ans they love learning all about Skulls they also collect the Skulls they get from their victims.

Y/n sighs, they're going to have to do something with the body, that's the part they hate the most, they only want the Skulls not the body, its not as messy.

Y/N then puts on their latex gloves and picks up the bloodied corpse. "I'm sorry" they whisper before dragging the body outside and to the small lake.

This place was special to Y/N and knowone knows about it or uses it so it was safe, once the body was dealt with Y/N wandered back up to the small hut and began clearing up they had to be quick otherwise Hotch would start to get suspicious.

Y/N then washes the Skull clean with disinfectant until no traces of blood could be seen, and puts it gently into their bag. Y/N then makes sure they have no blood on their clothes before leaving the hut with the skull in their bag filled with books and sketchbooks.

Satisfied Y/N leaves the lake and hit and begins making their way up to the bus stop to get to the police starion, soon they were on the bus, Y/N took the back seat farthest from everyone else.

They then opened their bag and smiled at the skull in their bag. "You are a beauty" they whisper, the teen couldn't wait to study the skull and sketch it, it's a odd fascination but Y/N loves it.

Soon Y/N has arrived where the team was Y/N then gets off the bus and walks into the building.

The teenager's heart was pounding as they stepped into the police station. It would be only a matter of time before the Team discovered their identity and arrested them.

The young teen had been responsible for months of terror in Virginia and the team was non the wiser.

The BAU had already interviewed dozens of people in the town-some were even the teen's friends and family. Everyone was pointing the finger of suspicion at the same person: the teen they had just called in for questioning.

The teen hesitated just inside the station, dreading what was to come. Deep down the teen knew that if they stayed any longer they wouldn't be able to keep their identity a secret much longer. The teen knew that if they admitted any hint of guilt to the BAU, they would be arrested and sent to prison.

The teen took a deep breath and squared their shoulders, gathering all of their courage. They had to try and make it out of the police station before the BAU figured out their identity.

Once they walk in the teen spots Spencer at the coffee machine, faking a smile Y/N walks over to the Dr. "Hey Spencer where is Hotch?" Asks Y/N, the young Dr turns around to Y/N.

The teen nervously picks at his skin, Spencer notices but doesn't say anything. "Yeah,Hotch is in the interrogation room over there" he says pointing to a room.

"Thanks spence!" Exclaims Y/N before they run towards Hotch being careful of the skull in their bag, when the get tocthe room Y/N knocks on the door and Hotch opens it.

He gives the teen a smile. "Y/N, thank you for coming have a seat" he says gesturing to the seat opposite him. Y/N takes a seat, leg bouncing.

They then put their bag gently down on the floor which Hotch notices. He then picks up the file on the table and looks at Y/N.

Throughout the questioning Y/N did perfectly, they didn't do anything suspicious or anything they wouldn't normally do, once they were done they quickly left.

Hotch walks out of the room suspicious and watches as Y/N leaves, he then walks to the room the team were using for the case. He sits at the table and looks to Penelope.

"What about Y/N?" He asks making everyone look over as if he was crazy. " what do you mean what about Y/N?" Asks Penelope, Hotch sighs "they were acting differently while in the room, it was strange like something happened" he says everyone is silent as they think about Y/N.

Spencer speaks up. "I noticed it too, they were picking at their nails, I saw something red when they did" he says everyone looks at each other before they get to work. "Garcia, what properties does Y/Ns family own in Virginia?" Asks Hotch.

Penelope sets to work. "Okay, I have a house in their name and oh oh no since their Grandad died Y/N got ownership over a hut by the same lake every victim had been found by" she holds back the tears and everyone leaves in SUVs.

Half go to the house and half go to the lake. "Oh no Y/N" whispers Penelope as she watches them leave, tempted to call Y/N and warn the teen.

Currently Y/N is at the lake, they are sat by the edge with the skull out and sketching it. By now the team have realised it was them and are on their way to the teen.

They are surprisingly calm as they wait, soon sirens could be heard Y/N smirks but doesn't move, no point in running. As they sit footsteps could be heard behind them.

Hotches voice is heard behind the teen, Y/N turns slightly and smiles at the team their family. "Hey guys what took you so long" they say as the team look at the teen with disgust.

"We know it was you Y/N, why why did you do it?" Yells Morgan Y/N was like his younger sibling. The teen let's out a hollow laugh before staring at the lake the sun was going down.

"It's actually quite simple, I was bored" they say, the teen is then handcuffed by the team and pulled up, they give one last 'innocent' smile before get put in the back of a car being drove to the police station.

JJ hugs Spencer, who the teen was closest to, the young Dr cries as he hugs JJ "why did they do it why" he whispers quietly he will never know the true answer.

The end!

Hope you liked thus oneshot, so sorry for not writing for ages, I haven't had the motivation. Sorry for grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1513

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Mmmmm Silvio rant time- because bday-

Fuck I love this man- his story is so good to like- wtf-

He starts out as a total price of shit, a snobbish bitch who is literally everything we hate about capitalism. First impression makes me think of Daughter of Evil and the princess in that song. That's the impression that the king wants Silvio to give off and what he has of Silvio (a spoiled brat who is just an asshole but good at buisness).

But that's what he was groomed into becoming by his parents. Going trough his story we get a bit of a better picture of Silvio, the actual one. He is very kind and believes in people, doing what he can to make them succeed in life(what he does with thr baker and what he tried to do with Rio). He is stubborn as all fucking hell and dosent really open up about his feelings easily. He is loyal to a fault, his loyalty may at first appear to be to his father, but the fact that he insults and belittles him at every opportunity shows otherwise. His true loyalty is to the people of Bennonite, their futures, to Rio, and eventually Emma if his route is chosen.

The first thing we see of Silvio is him haveing pushed a woman away after sex and then drinking. He drinks, alot. It may be a cultural thing, but I think it's also a repression thing. He is addicted to alcohol and sex to hide any bit of weakness.

His distain towards women is a clear factor that his parents put a very negative perception of women into his head. Basically every negative thing he has said about women, that's his father talking about his mother. Or him talking about his mother.

Now- for the Dalmation symbolism. I think the princes chose their crest around the age of 12 so that their personality has mainly formed and whatnot. So, Silvio choseing Dalmation works well (and I think makes his bond with Rio all the better because Rio also chose a dog).

For the physical symbolism, Dalmatians have a white coat with black spots on it. This shows Silvio is good at heart but has been trough and done bad things. That won't go away, but he is still a good person all the same.

Dalmations (like alot of dogs) were bred for hunting. So Silvio being sent out to do the trades, being the Bennonite representative, etc. Is his father putting him to use and sending him out for the hunt foe whatever reason he has that time. (To hopefully get him killed too)

Intelligence, loyalty, courage, determination, strength, and adaptability. Those are all things dalmations are known for and very easily apply to Silvio aswell.

This man is very intelligent, I mean, he is a merchant. I would pur him just below Gilbert and Chealver when it comes to intelligence. It probably wasn't ingrained into him, but he picked up differnt things while doing the kings errands.

I already did loyalty-

Determination... ❤️. Anyways- that determination is heavily linked towards his stubbornness. In his Romantic route, he comes up with a plan to make a four way alliance between the kingdoms. The king ends up pissed, but he knew that, he knew the conciquences and did it anyways. He dosent wish for those he travels with to end up dead. That's his number one rule. Don't. Die.

Courage is also quite the thing, I mean, he does often backtalk the king. Even gets the courage to go trough with his betrayal towards his father because of the change of loyalties.

Strength is probably not his strongest suit. But he is still very strong. He isn't apart of the military, but he has been able to fight off pirates and multiple of them at once. He could probably bring Gilbert out into a draw in a physical fight. But he isn't the strongest emotionally. He hides what he actually feels, pretends that he dosent care about the ones he cherishes the most, dosent cry when he needs to. He can't do it. But he can do it for things that will show in the long term, he wants to help Rio become what he sees as strong, so that he won't have to be hurt. He helps Emma be able to express herself freely instead of being happy 24/7. He supports those who wouldn't have the money to chase their dreams.

Adaptability is a strong suit for him. He may also lose out to Gilbert in this area, but that dosent matter. He adapts quickly into the situation with Emma since Gilbert was the one to figure out first she was Belle, so one less job for him to do. He proposes a tight deal on the first draft and makes extra so that Obsidian would agree aswell over the original plan. Makes sure that the two people he cares about the most is away from the shithead of a king.

All in all, Silvio is a good boyo and I love him alot-

[ilovefakemilitarymen]

Deal with the Devil

~Professor!John Price x Student!Reader (Part Three)

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Read Part One Here: x - Part Two: x

Word Count: ~3.4K

CW: Minors Do Not Interact, NSFW, Smut, Inappropriate Teacher/Student Relationships, Sexual Tension, Praise Kink, Name Calling (good girl, sweetheart), not really much aftercare, AFAB Reader, She/Her Pronouns, Unsafe Sex

A/N: I thoroughly apologize for making people wait on this, have some good smut to make up for it! As always, if you think I should list something in the warnings please let me know!

The next morning, you wake up before your alarm goes off, and you take your time to just stare at the ceiling. The day before had felt like a dream and, in all honesty, you weren’t entirely sure it wasn’t. You can’t get the feeling of his rough hands on you out of your head.

It’s a problem of massive fucking proportions.

A problem so big that, by the end of this, you’re not sure the grade will even matter. You’re not sure if he’ll even have his job by the time the semester ends if this carries on, but, despite everything telling you no, your finger still hovers over his name on your phone.

It’s almost two hours before your first class with him. One hour before you probably should give him a call. You really can’t find it in yourself to care about whether or not he gets an extra hour of sleep.

Fuck it, you press your finger into the button, and the line is ringing. It does so for a couple of moments, and he doesn’t answer right away, but he does answer.

“Good morning, love,” The words roll off of his tongue, the sleep that coated his voice yesterday morning isn’t there but he’s breathing heavily. His words draw you in, letting you know, that yes, yesterday was in fact, real. It wasn’t a dream. “Did you sleep well?” The same question from yesterday, but his voice is dripping honey even through the receiver.

You had fully expected him not to pick up this early, but here he was, heavy breathing on the other side of the phone and calling you ‘love’. You run with it, his breath is sending heat straight to your core.

“I slept pretty well,” You say, and then a sick idea goes through your head and you’re nothing if not impulsive, so you let the extra words out, “Pretty wore out but I slept well.”

The chuckle he sends back to you makes a tingle run up your spine.

“I can imagine…” His voice trails off, and you can hear something in the background. You can’t place exactly what it is, but his breath comes out heavy. “What can I do for you this morning?”

Something sounds like metal clashing, coming through the receiver.

‘I just wanted to hear your voice.’

You don’t let that part slip, instead, you tell him about his schedule, “I just wanted to tell you that you have your morning class at about 10, and then what looks like a lot of free time before your evening class, around 3.”

“Thank you for the reminder, darling, but…” His voice drips from his lips, and he’s not holding back now, he repeats himself, “What can I do for you this morning?”

Your breath nearly catches in your throat, “O-Oh,” You stammer, the meaning of his words loud and clear. He hums, and he’s a smart man, he knows why you called him. Under the guise of telling him his schedule, he knows what you want. He knows what you need.

“Just keep talking…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”

You can hear the sound of a door opening, and then, after a couple of moments, can hear a car door shut.

He huffs a small laugh before he speaks and the sound of metal isn’t there anymore, but you get your answer to what it was, “Just at the gym, gorgeous…waiting for you to tell me what plans you have for all that free time that we have after class.”

“I have a couple of ideas…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, trying to steel your nerves.

“Is that so?” He sounds entertained, “What might those be?”

He’s a fucking menace. He wants you to say it. He wants you to tell him exactly what you want, and it sends electricity through your veins.

“Well…” You breathe out, “I was thinking you could bend me over that desk in your office.” The words come out, and you’re trying your best to feign innocence even though the words coming out of your mouth are anything but.

“I do enjoy the sound of that,” His voice comes out too normal across the phone, and it just spurs you on. He’s too in control, and you’re not sure if anything you say could ever get him to break his stoic attitude.

You decide to test him anyway.

“Want you to wrap your hands around my throat and fuck me till I can’t walk back to my dorm...sir…” You add on the last bit breathily, knowing it’ll just get him more excited.

He sends a light groan across the receiver, and you know you’ve got him. It sends your heartbeat to rest between your legs.

“I didn’t take you for such a slut, (y/n).” He seems proud of himself when he speaks, knowing he’s the entire reason for your words.

“Just for you, sir.”

He hums happily across the phone, and you finally let your hand come to rest against the arousal between your legs, but he cuts off the thoughts going through your head, edging you without even realizing it.

“I’ll see you in class,” He starts, and you know your time with him is over, “and then we’ll have some fun, darling.” You can hear his car start before the phone line cuts out and you can’t help but groan and toss your phone to the side.

He’s a menace.

But he’s a deliciously hot menace...

And two can play that game.

You move to get up and get ready, pulling a skirt out of a drawer and sliding it on before a devilish thought crosses your mind.

You slide your underwear off, tossing it to the floor before continuing to get ready.

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You cross your legs, hiding from him, but his eyes still rake over your form, taking in the expanse of skin on your legs. He turns from you quickly, hiding whatever response you had ignited in him. He’s at the front of the class, and in the middle of his lecture.

He writes on his whiteboard, and you take a moment to watch the muscles of his back, eyes following the curves directly down to his ass, and you take a moment, contemplating, before you finally decide to open your legs, leaning back in your desk chair.

It’s in nobody’s view but his, and you wait for him to finish writing and turn back to the class.

His eyes drop when he finally turns back around, moving exactly where you had wanted them to, and he clears his throat, eyes pulling from your exposure. He has a small smirk on his face when he starts talking again, and he’s nothing if not stoic.

You wanted to break him.

You wanted to watch the lust fill his eyes.

You keep your legs open for a moment, and his eyes dart back to you every so often, taking in every bit of your form. You close your legs while his eyes are on you, pulling your knees together and he turns back to the whiteboard, pointing, and you know there’s no reason for him to do so. He’s just trying to pry his eyes off of you before he snaps.

He finishes the point he’s making, that you have definitely not been paying attention to once again, but you can’t find it in yourself to care this time around.

“Alright,” He finally finishes up the class, “Do the reading.”

It’s all he can get out, waving a hand to the students, dismissing them. You look down at your phone to check the time.

Thirty minutes early.

You stay in your seat, keeping your legs closed and he waits patiently for the last of the students to file out of the room before he makes his way over to you. You try to ignore him, packing your things, but every cell in your body feels like it’s on fire.

“I bet you’re fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?” His voice comes out low, nearly a growl when he finally speaks up.

Time to sell it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Your eyes find his as you speak, making them as big as possible as you look up at him.

He doesn’t say anything, just presses a foot into yours, kicking slightly so you’ll open your legs up for him again. He drinks you in now, and you let him for a moment before you close them again, moving to get up and bend over to put your things in your bag, giving him a pretty view.

You barely have a chance to grab your bag before he presses his hands into your hips, tugging you in the direction of his office. You let a sly smile grace over your features, following after him towards the back of the classroom.

The door clicks shut and you hear the lock, and you stride over, resting against the front of his desk, and he looks like a man starved.

“We might need to have a talk…” He speaks, walking with an air of confidence that would put you on your ass if you weren’t holding onto the edge of the desk, “About teasing me in class like that.”

He’s in front of you once he finishes his sentence, legs moving to spread yours further apart before he reaches for the edge of your skirt.

“Are you gonna punish me, sir?” You match his energy, words moving like silk when they finally fall out of your mouth. You give him a slight smirk, watching the way his eyebrows raise.

“I’m gonna do more than that,” There are mere inches between the two of you now, and all you want is his lips on yours.

He won’t give it to you just yet, though. His hands move to bring your skirt up, hands gripping your hips and moving to face you towards the desk as he throws the material to rest against your lower back, leaving your ass exposed to him. You brace your hands against the wood, and he pulls your hips up against his, and you feel his bulge for a moment before he pulls you away.

“I didn’t realize you could be such a fucking brat,” His words are dark and you feel his hand come down to smack hard against your ass, a sharp sound pouring into the room around you and you moan, pushing further into his hands. “We’ll fix that.” He speaks, his voice much closer to your ear now, and his breath fans against your neck before he pulls back further from you. His hand hits heavily against your other cheek now, and he rubs the area as it turns red.

His fingers move to barely press against your heat, making you shudder as he lands another smack to your ass with the other hand.

“So wet for me already,” His hand moves over your hip, trailing up until it rests nicely against your throat, “What’s got you so excited?”

His words are torture and everything in you just wants him to go ahead and split you open. Fuck the foreplay, you need him now.

“Y-You do…” Your voice breaks as it comes out, barely above a whisper as his hand gives your throat a gentle squeeze before moving to rest against your ass. He smacks against your ass again, rubbing the abused skin lightly.

“What was that?”

“You do, sir.” Your words come out louder as you try to press back into him, but his hands move to grip your hips in an attempt to keep you from moving.

“Good girl,” His words make a whine push itself out of your throat. It’s ridiculous how quickly he’s reduced you down to nothing.

“Your good girl.” Your words are thick with desire, and he chuckles, letting you push your hips back against him, no doubt making a mess out of the front of his pants.

“Yeah,” His hand lands another smack on your ass and you moan as it starts to tingle, “You’re my good girl.”

Your mind is fully clouded now, lust and pain, the sound of his voice and the feel of his hands are the only thing you can think about. You’re ridiculous. Nothing but a few smacks and your entire confident demeanor reduced to whining just for him.

He loves it.

His hands grip heavy on your hips as he pulls you back into him, raising you up off the desk before moving you to sit down on the top of the desk he moves between your legs, hands running across the expanse of your thighs before he’s picking the edge of your skirt back up.

“Hold it,” he speaks and you move your hands to grip onto the fabric as he drops his hands back onto your thighs. The roughness practically melts the soft skin as he moves to rub his thumbs against your inner thighs, close enough that you clench around nothing.

You’re absolutely dripping for him, and you finally break. “Please…” Your words are barely there, but you can’t help but try.

“Please?” He questions you, thumb barely grazing your clit before both of his hands rest against your exposed thighs, and it pulls a sound out of you that you didn’t realize you could make.

“Please, sir.” You look down at his hands, watching as he rubs the skin of your thighs.

“Tell me what you want…” He watches you, taking in the way your face shifts from pleasure to pain as he pulls his hands away from you. He gives in, moving to your clit as quickly as he had pulled away. He rubs circles into you, breaking you down piece by piece, and you let out a broken moan. You move your hands to the front of his pants, barely getting the button undone before he moves them. “Use your words, gorgeous.”

He holds your hands in his, the other continuing to rub against your clit.

“Fuck me...please,” You’re delirious, drunk on him and all he’s done is tease you, and you buck your hips into his hand.

“Such a good girl for me,” He speaks as he finishes undoing his zipper, pulling himself out of his pants and moving his hands to grip your hips before he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, forcing you to lay back onto it. You’re spread out for him, legs hanging onto his hips as he presses the head against your clit, rubbing and watching the way your face contorts.

He presses the tip into you, and the stretch of being unprepared for him is drowned out by the sheer pleasure of finally having him, but it’s cut short as he pulls back away from you. You let out a sound that’s somewhere between a sob and a whine as he pulls the one thing that you’ve been craving away from you.

Your hands are moving of their own accord, slipping into his belt loops and pulling his hips flush against yours. It doesn’t put him where you want him, and in reality, makes your cravings for him even worse as the fabric of his pants presses into you.

He lets out a groan around his words, “That’s not how you get what you want, gorgeous.” He breathes out, and your own want is mirrored in his eyes. He’s pushing you, prodding at you until he has you crumbling under him, tearing you apart at your seams.

“Please,” Your words come out heavily, a deep whine pulling out of your chest as you throw your head back against his desk.

As soon as your attention is off of him, he pulls his hips away from yours, lining himself up and sinking into you. The stretch has a growl dragging out of your throat and his following words only push you further into the feral feeling in the pit of your stomach, “Such a greedy cunt...Isn’t that right, baby?”

It nearly has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, and the sound you let out is damn near pornographic, and you can only bring yourself to nod at him eagerly as he pulls his hips back, plunging back into you hard enough to push you further up the desk. His hands move, pulling your legs up and his hands grip onto your thighs and he pulls you back, dragging you back down the desk onto his cock. Your hands grip onto the edge of the desk, keeping yourself still as he thrusts back into you, slowing his pace. His eyes are on you, drinking you in as one of his hands glides down your leg enough to grip onto it and throw it over his shoulder.

His thrusts move into an easy pace, enough to give you both pleasure, but not enough to push you over the edge. Even with his cock pressed into you, completely to the hilt, his main goal is to watch you break.

His hands are on your thighs, his left resting on the inside of your thigh as the other grips the leg that’s thrown over his shoulder. He runs his left hand along the expanse of your body, pressing under your shirt as he pulls it up, exposing you further to him before his thumb presses into your open mouth. The faint taste of your own arousal fills your mouth as you close your lips around it. His pace picks up then, as he’s finally got you where he wants you: a mess under him, begging, pleading with your eyes.

His hips snap into you at a rigid pace, and his thumb in your mouth muffles any sounds that come out of you before it finally pulls out, moving down your body until it rests on your clit, rubbing languid circles that don’t match the tempo of his thrusts but it pushes you further either way. All it takes is a groan from him to push you over the edge, your heat clenching around him as incoherent words and moans fall out of your mouth. He fucks you through it, his hand moving from your clit to grab your chin, forcing your eyes on him.

“That’s it, love… takin’ me so good…” He says in between thrusts, squeezing your cheeks as he takes in the mess he’s made out of you. Your chest heaves, your eyes half-lidded as syllables make their way out of your mouth in a prayer that’s made only for his ears. In your hazy state, you’re not sure when his own release comes, and you can only feel his hips stutter before he’s pressing himself fully into you, filling you up before his lips come down to press against yours. He lets out a growl, nibbling on your bottom lip as everything falls quiet around you. The sound of your moans, the dull thud of his still-clothed hips hitting hard against yours, is replaced by the sound of your shared labored breathing. His kiss turns more tender and you try your best to reciprocate it in your now completely tired state.

“You did so good, baby…” His words fill the silence, “So good for me.” The both of you share breaths along with light kisses as you come down, and his demeanor shifts so quickly that it would give you whiplash if you had more of a mind to think about it. You still feel like mush as he pulls out of you, fixing his clothes before he’s pulling your shirt back down with tender hands.

His arms wrap around you, lifting you off the desk before he’s making his way over to the small futon on the other side of the room and he sits down with you, letting you rest against his chest as you both collect yourselves in the dim light of his office.

Minutes pass, maybe even an hour, but your only focus is on the rise and fall of his chest.

“You okay?” He finally speaks, and it comes out tender, the gravel of his voice caressing you in a way that makes a shiver run up your spine. You nod, not trusting your voice just yet and he presses a kiss against the top of your head as his hand moves to scratch at your scalp to provide some extra comfort.

“Gonna have to come back for more than extra credit…” You mumble out after a couple more minutes, your voice absolutely destroyed, and you nuzzle further into his chest until your breath is bouncing off of his neck. Your words have tugged a light laugh out of him.

“Gonna have to cancel my next class…” He says, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

Fuck his next class.

Fuck the extra credit...