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TickleTober Day 16 - Unusual Spot

I POSTED IT TODAY IT COUNTS! I have been wanting to do a fic for this baby for who KNOWS how long! Just kept putting it off cuz I'm me (T×T). There is a lack of content for this boy, and I intend to fix it. Very self indulgent this month lol. FInally back from out of state and tired af, cities kicked my ass. I hope your spooky seasons are amazing, and that y'all Enjoy!

Lee: Red Son

Ler: Mk

Summary: Red and MK are in the hero's apartment, lazing around and hanging out. Being himself, Mk finds a way to make the evening a bit more interesting.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

The Demon Bull family had always been odd. Varying loyalties, their place in history, the creation of the Samadi Fire, all of it. Red Son knew this better than anyone. Never in his life, though, did he expect to be with the Monkie King’s successor in his pajamas.

And never did he expect to enjoy it as much as he did.

One of Monkie King’s movies was playing on Mk’s laptop, though the demon wasn’t paying it any attention. He was much more focused on the young hero’s face. The captivated, cute face of a fanboy watching one of his favorite films. Even though he saw him every day, Mk had not gotten over his starstruck obsession with Monkie King’s media.

The Monkie Cop movie ended, finally snapping Mk out of his small trance. He looked at Red Son bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. The boy hadn’t said a word for the entire hour, besides mouthing a few lines of dialogue. “Uh, sorry. Got a bit too into it, didn’t I?”

“You’re alright.” Red Son’s voice was a bit softer than he liked. He quickly followed it up with a snarky comment, wanting to save face. “Believe me, any break from your voice is a cherished moment.”

Mk took no offense from his words. He saw right through the silly attempt, shaking his head. “Okay, Red Boy. Whatever you say.” That got a pillow thrown at his head.

Now that the film was over, the boys needed to find something to do. Red was happy to just sit in silence, as he had for the duration of the movie. He leaned back on Mk’s bed, finding the softness of his covers and plushes rather inviting. His apartment was…modest, to say the least. That was a minor comfort within itself. He might have even dozed off in the peaceful room. But, Mk being Mk, couldn’t sit still to save his life.

Red had barely taken a breath before he felt a hand toying with his hair. He opened his eyes, suppressing a smile. “Yes, noodle boy?”

“Nothin’. Can I play with your hair?” The simplicity and innocence of the question surprised him. They had been getting closer, normalizing touch, affections and compliments for the touch-deprived demon. Still, small things such as hugs and silly affections caught him off guard. “I- uh- well, I suppose I’ll allow it. “

He sat up, taking his pony tail out and giving Mk access. His red, fluffy hair tumbled down his shoulders. He didn’t let it down often, besides when he went to sleep. For Mk, however, he made an exception. The monkie kid knew full well how soft he made the demon. And he loved it. “Aww, thank you, Red!”

The boy just huffed, bringing his knees to his chest as ten fingers ran through his hair. He was decently tired, letting his guard down and enjoying the gentle head scratches he was getting. For a few seconds, it was pretty nice.

That changed, however, when Mk tried to braid his hair. It started with a small tingle, Mk’s fingers brushing his ears as he gathered the hair by them. Then it grew to an annoyingly persistent buzz, the boy’s nimble fingers accidentally scratching his neck and ears every so often. Red managed to hold in his verbal reactions, his cheeks almost matching his hair as he tried not to squirm.

It took Mk maybe thirty seconds to realize what was happening.

His friends were big on physical affection, tickling being one of their most common bonding activities. With the way he was acting, Red’s neck and ears must have been pretty good spots. “You good, Red Boy? Your face is starting to match your name.”

“Sh-shut up you bohozo!” He had tried to put some heat in his voice, but it sounded more whiny than anything. The giggle that slipped out wasn’t helping his case either.

“Wow, so menacing. I’m terrified.” A mischievous, teasing smirk came onto Mk’s face. Red Son couldn’t see his face, but he could hear it in his voice. Mk knew, and he was done for.

Red tried to run from him, but the other boy saw it coming from a mile away. Before he could bolt, two surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him, holding him in place. Mk pulled the boy onto his lap, poking and prodding at his sides.

Airy, almost childish giggles escaped the “villain,” quickly filling Mk’s small apartment with life. The monkie kid would listen to the sound for days if he could. And, of course, he had to tease. Who would he be without a little playful banter? “I mean, I knew you were stupid ticklish, but your ears too? That’s kinda adorable.”

It took everything Red Son had to keep his hair from burning. Typically, he’d just let his locks react with his emotions, but that time was different. He didn’t really think Mk would appreciate getting burnt and having his sheets on fire. “Nyohohohoodle bohohoy! Gehet ohoff!”

He squirmed and twisted in the noodle boy’s arms, trying his hardest to get away from the tickles. He knew Mk was strong, but damn, that boy had a grip. Red tried to pry his friend’s arms off, but he just wouldn’t budge. That shit was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Thanks to the shoving, Mk’s attention was drawn to the demon’s hands. Maybe…oooo, it was definitely worth a try.

Wrapping his legs around Red’s waist to keep him pinned, Mk grabbed one of the boy’s hands. He pried Red Son’s hand open, gently scratching his palm. He was not disappointed.

“hEY- MK! Youhuhuhu BOHOHOZOHO!” Red jerked his arm, shocked at how ticklish the surface was. He knew that his powers made his hands a bit sensitive, but that was a whole new level of wow.

His giggling got very pitchy, little squeaks piercing the sound. Mk thought it was adorable, but Red Son wanted to combust. Literally.

The thrashing had grown wild, Red’s hair getting all frizzed up as he twisted around and tried to get out of the tickly hold. A few embers sparked around his fluff, fizzling out before they had a chance to do any harm. Just another thing to add to Mk’s long list of “Cute Red Son Quirks” he’d made.

“Palms too? Seriously, this is adorable. You’re adorable.” He’s trying to kill him… The ticklish boy squealed, the odd sensations mixed with the teasing doing him in.

If it were anyone else, they’d be covered in burn wounds and bite marks. Red only let his walls down around Mk. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was touch-starved and especially adored Mk’s affections. Definitely not…

It was a miracle that nobody heard him; his laugh was loud and pitchy, randomly switching between giggles and frantic squeals. “Youhuhu- you nYOOHOHODLE BRAHAIN! R-REHEhehelease mehe at ohohonce!”

If he could think straight, he might have thought to try and stand up on the bed. His legs weren’t restrained, just drumming on the bed. That, however, was pretty much impossible; thoughts of “oh fuck that tickles” and “he’s so mean” and “this feels kinda nice” were taking over his mind. The mighty Red Son was a giggly puddle in the boy’s lap.

Mk decided he could be even more of a menace. Switching hands, he began to tickle the other palm while simultaneously blowing on the blushing boy’s ears. Red would forever doubt and dispute the snorty squeal that flew from his lips at the tickly combination. That was just cruel.

“NYAHOHOHOhohohoho! Youhuhu pehEHEHEhest!” He tried to scrunch up his shoulders, hoping to block the unfairly ticklish gusts. He just couldn’t quite get them up high enough, always leaving at least one ear exposed. Mk had known that Red Son was ticklish before that little encounter. He had not, however, known to what extent, nor did he know all the unusual and cute places that got the dramatic demon giggling.

That sound…whoooo. Mk could feel his own cheeks get a bit pink at the other boy’s reactions. He was glad Red couldn’t see his face; the color was slowly nearing tomato status. There was just something about his laugh that made Mk’s brain buzz and sent butterflies to his stomach. Best not to dwell on why… There was a very cute boy on his lap in need of a good tickling that required his attention anyway.

He would let his fingers wander, tracing Red’s wrists and arms every so often. The poor “victim’s” eyes were squeezed shut, both out of embarrassment and mirth. It gave Mk a lovely excuse to stare at his rosy cheeks and get lost in thought.

He looked amazing, even when he was laughing like a toddler. The way his nose crinkled as he snorted, the small embers that flicked about whenever he hit a good spot, his lips as they stretched into a wide smile… God, he needed to fix his brain.

Their silliness probably would have gone on for the rest of the evening. That is, until someone knocked at the door, both breaking the mood and interrupting their moment. “Mk, Red Boy? You guys good in there, we heard some noise!”

And just like that, it was over. Mk released Red’s hands, pulling him completely against his chest and turning them both away from the door. He knew that the demon wasn’t fully comfortable with being that vulnerable around the others, even Mei.

Rubbing small circles on the fiery boy’s palms, Mk pulled a blanket over them, pretty much concealing everything except the tops of their heads. She probably wouldn't come in, but just in case. “Yeah, we’re good! Just watched a movie, goofed off a little!”

“Okay, dinner’s in a half hour! Pigsy’s making your favorite!” The sounds of Mei’s confident stops down the stairs receded, leaving the pair in almost complete silence; Red Son was still giggling softly. Mk immediately got a bit worried, thinking it might have been too much. “You okay, Red? Did I go too far?”

Red Son just groaned into his shirt, surprisingly cuddling up next to him. He was tired, feeling soft, and just didn’t give a fuck in that moment. Mk was comfy, the bed was soft, and he was sleepy. That boy was gonna nap, whether Mk liked it or not.

A small sigh of relief escaped the small hero, followed by a soft chuckle. He was precious when he wasn’t threatening his friends’ lives… “Okay, I get it. You got twenty minutes, I’m not missing dinner.”

The sleepy boy muttered something before dozing off, drowning any embarrassment or pride in the softness of the covers and comfort of Mk’s homey scent. He hadn’t really minded the tickling; as much as he’d deny the fact, he kind of enjoyed it. Still, he was less than proud of some of the noises he had just made. Best to sleep it off…

Mk’s fingers twirled a strand of Red Son’s fluffy hair, remembering what had started the whole thing. He loved spending time with the demon and introducing him to all the qualities of friendship he had missed out on. Physical affection was his favorite, by far. And that…well, he decided that was his absolute favorite way of showing it.

The two relaxed in Mk's bed, enjoying each other's company after the giggly encounter. Mk made a mental note to explore more of those…uncommon spots that had made his friend so giggly. It wasn't a bad hangout. Honestly, his new favorite way to spend an afternoon…

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

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“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?” Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

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tadashiluvr · 3 years ago

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studying with kuroo testuro

oneshot

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warning: one almost sexual joke

a/n: i really overused the word "eyes" cuz i didn't want to say "orbs" lol

you furrowed your eyebrows as you, again, got confused by your calculus assignment. your eyes shot up to look at the man sitting across from you, he looked focused on his studies and you felt bad to interrupt him for something so simple. "i can do it by myself," you decided to yourself, "i just need to think harder."

you heard kuroo close his book and shuffle around, his presence suddenly appearing at your side. "do you need help?" he questioned, resting his hand on the table leaning towards you.

you looked up and met his eyes, embarrassment from not being able to hide your confusion seeping through your body. you looked away, back at your paper before answering, "yeah, kind of. i just don't understand."

"i didn't understand this at first either," he said, eyes scanning over your paper. "the teachers always explained it in the most difficult ways possible," he said with a small chuckle as he pulled his chair up next to yours.

"is there a specific part you're confused by or just everything?" he asked, leaning even closer to you.

heat crept up your neck at the lack of distance between you two. "um, i think i get the, uh, first part but somewhere i just go wrong," you answered, cursing your stammering.

"hm, ok," he said. he pulled your paper closer to him, silently mouthing words to himself as he pointed at parts of your work.

you leisurely studied him, the small crinkle in his brow, the little pout resting upon his lips, the hair falling over his eye, the arch of his nose; his whole face was simply perfect to you. you watched as his eyes turned in your direction, your eyes connecting. heat immediately rushing up to your face as you realized you were caught staring at him.

a smirk grew on kuroo's face, "is there something on my face?"

"i- uh, you- well," you stuttered, eyes shooting around his face, finally landing on his lips. you quickly realized what you were doing and looked back up at his eyes, but you were shocked when you saw his eyes traveling to your lips as well.

he began leaning his head in, meeting your eyes once more for consent before connecting your lips.

you steadily moved your lips against his, breath slowly leaving your lungs before you pulled away at the same time, faintly gasping in unison.

"we can study more back at my place, if you want," kuroo broke the silence, smirk plastered on his face.

you moved away before replying, "moment ruined, thanks kuroo."

he threw his head back, boisterous laughter bouncing off the walls. "i'm sure i can make it up to you."

"just stop," you groaned, placing your head in your hands as kuroo's hysterics continued.

#kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo testsuro x reader #kuroo x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo x y/n

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sunookkii · 3 years ago

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a/n : so like I was watching videos on youtube and stumbled upon heart monitor videos so I was just wondering hmmmmm how would enhypen be if their s/o made them wear a heartbeat monitor and then their heart beat changes drastically- ANYWAY I hope y’all enjoy this imagine ;)

also its not really read proof so sorry if there’s minor mistakes!!!

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

^sort of a Drabble???

Enhypen wearing a heartbeat monitor around you

Pairing : Enhypen ot7 x Reader

Genre : fluff

Warning : none

Requested : no~

Heeseung :

You two were just bored and remembered you had a heartbeat monitor because one time you just bought it because yeah.. anyway lol

You bring it out and you force him to put it on to see if his heart beats faster around you,, cuz y’know you were curious

He puts it on right,, and you start staring at him and doing aegyo to see if his heart reacts differently and tbh you dont even need the heart monitor to tell that his heart is beating fast

Cuz like^^^he’s like literally blushing and hiding his face from you with his hands or just away from you like that aegyo challenge enhypen did 0/10 he doesnt wanna be tortured like this anymore because the whole day his heart just kept going beep beep 😭

Makes you try it on

Jay :

You found this at someone’s house because idk you ask them 😭

Anywayyyy you ask them if you can borrow it to try it on your bf jay because you were curious if he still got butterflies around you and if his heart beats faster around you

So your here like pressuring him to try it on cuz why tf not :D

His reaction to that is like wtf 😭 and you’re like “i wanna see if your heart beats faster around me :)” then he ends up putting it on.

He puts it on with a super straight cold face and you just stare at him and do weird hand gestures in front of his face and it clearly didn’t change anything, but then when you go closer to his face pretending you’re about to kiss him his heart beat goes beep beep beep

And you’re like “AHHHH YYAYYY IT WORKS”

He gets flustered, and asks for a real kiss “gimme a real kiss”

After you kissed him his heart beat went up really really high-

Jake :

You guys are just hanging out like you usually do and you remember that his brother is studying to become a doctor (i think it was a doctor cuz i heard from a fan call) then you ask jake “doesn’t you’re brother have a heart monitor somewhere”

“Yeah its on the table”,, you go grab and tell him to put it on 😏 “i wanna see if your heart beats faster around me”

And then hes like lol okay, but then he’s lowkey scared you’re gonna tease him because inside he knows that the little things you do make him BLUSH so tbh he is not ready to expose himself…

So then he like hesitantly puts it on and is like what now? and you’re like now we wait to see if you react :) you two are just lowkey having a staring contest cuz hes awkward like that

And then slowly his heart beat just goes up +1 every second and when you go closer to his face to get a better look, his monitor is quickly goes to +10 every second

“AHHH LOOK LOOK AT YOUR MONITOR!!!!”

“uh haha hah 😀”

^^gets super shy and awkward, and freezes

Your ego boosts higher knowing the simplest things you do can make his heart go boom boom

Sunghoon :

Hes so unbothered by it, you’re just like ‘here’ and hes like ‘okay??’

He puts it on to satisfy you and goes back to what he’s doing and you check his monitor and it doesn’t go up,,, BUUUT then you on the other hand trying to trigger it you lean closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He starts like hesitating and doesnt know what to do so all hes saying is “what???” with his nervous smile and all you hear then is his heart beat monitor going beep beep as you lean closer to him

Hes a blushing mess, try’s to do it back to you and tells you it’s your turn to put on the monitor-

But then like you wouldn’t even be having the monitor on yet but he’s already hovering on top of you to see your reaction, lets just say he makes your heart also go boom boom as well

Sunoo :

You guys like to go shopping online all the time because idk that sounds like something you would do together

But last week you bought a cheap heartbeat monitor for like $10 and it finally came today and you were lowkey soooo excited to try it on sunoo

And youre like SUNOO, BABY, SUNSHINE, SHMOOKUMS!! I have a heart beat monitor here try it on, and hes like what does it do and you’re like it monitors you’re heart beat and i wanted to try it on you to see if your heart beats different around me 👉👈

So then he starts flirting with you and is like ahhh so you wanna know if my heart beats faster around you? Well my heart ALWAYS beats faster when you’re around 😏

You lowkey get flustered so you quickly go ya ya ya try it on so he tries it on and his heart does nothing. But hes still smiling???? Hmmm weird.

So you start pouting cuz youre lowkey sad cuz his heart beat did nothing it just stayed neutral 60, but then once you started pouting and being naturally cute his heartbeat went from 60 -> 112 and he tried his best to hide it but then the monitor caught your eye and you’re like “AHHHH YAYY”

Still gets embarrassed and hides his face in your neck. You now owe him cuddles because you made him feel embarrassed

Jungwon :

One day you just found a heartbeat monitor and then you’re freaking out because you always wanted to try out something like this

“WONNIE WONNIE COME LOOK WHAT I FOUND” and hes like whatt and you explain that you found a cool monitor and he’s like oooooh lets play with it. So he tries it on first and his heart beat started off at 80 but then you just suddenly start becoming bold but also cuz you wanted a heartbeat reaction. So you lean in to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

even though you two have been dating for like 2 1/2 years he lowkey still gets super flustered

His heart beat like sunoo went from 80 -> 130, and hes like “WOIAH WOAH my heart”, he puts his hand on his heart cuz he was surprised it actually worked.

But at the same time he can’t stop smiling because of the fact you kissed him on the cheek

(He wore it for the whole day just to test it out but every time you even took a glance at him his monitor would go BEEP BEEP BEEP)

Niki :

So like niki just randomly had a heart monitor in his home and you found it in his drawer and youre like omggg its a heart beat monitor so then you’re running up to niki like a little excited kid and your like here put this on

And him on the other hand trying to play his game whyyyy, you literally have to beg him to put on the monitor but he ends up putting it on so you can stop bothering him

hes actually calm at first but then youre lowkey sad cuz nothing happened, so then youre like is it broken??

You lean your face closer to his and he gets flustered because of how close you two are right now then all of a sudden all you hear is his monitor going beep beep, and then at the same time you made him lose his game because all of his attention went to you

And hes like 😳 the type to hide his face in the crook of your neck because he’s embarrassed

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ateezfanficthingies · 2 years ago

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At The Studio - Hongjoong × FemReader

Word count: ??? Uh it's short.

Genre: Fluff

Status: Not proofread~~~! 😃 And also written in one go~~~! 😃

I DON'T OWN THIS IMAGE/THESE IMAGES. I EITHER GOT THEM FROM TUMBLR OR GOOGLE.

THIS IS MEANT PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND IS NOT MEANT TO REPRESENT NOR SLANDER ATEEZ NOR IT'S MEMBERS IN ANY WAY.

Lol I'm lonely

I knocked a few times and opened the door, popping my head into the studio to take a lil' peek at my boyfriend who's gaze shifted from his computer to my face and he broke out into a wide smile.

"Y/N~~!" he got up and hugged me tightly. I could feel the exhaustion that had seeped into his body.

He pulled back looking into my eyes with a loving stare before kissing my nose softly. I closed my eyes and giggled at the feeling before lifting the plastic bags in my hand.

"I brought takeout~!" I was rather proud of myself. And frankly Hongjoong seemed rather proud of me too! He looked so excited as if he hadn't seen food in weeks and we spared no time setting everything up.

We sat on the couch in his studio, a feast layed out before us. One that we gladly... devoured, to say the least.

As we ate we spoke about anything and everything, but I encouraged him to talk more. He had a lot going on in general, but with the upcoming comeback he was understandably more stressed than usual. He allowed me some sneak peeks at some of the songs and pictures that they'd taken while filming, at the cost of some kisses.

Needless to say, I can't wait to hear the full songs.

I couldn't help but stare at him as he spoke. His beauty was mesmerizing and his cuteness was undeniable. I watched and listened intently, hearing his sweet voice describe the chaos that is their dorm (shout out to Wooyoung for a lot of that), the excitement as they thought of concepts and song ideas and the backstage shenanigans of their performances. He raised his eyebrows every so now and then whilst speaking and occasionally pulled little dumb faces he knew made me laugh. It felt like I hadn't seen him in years yet it was only around 2 months (and usually I wouldn't see him for longer so it felt like I was being ungrateful).

Eventually we had finished the food and were cuddled on the couch. He played with my hair as I tried to touch the coffee table with my toes without moving from my position. When it felt like I was being watched, I turned to see him staring at me with sleepy, adoring eyes.

"What?" I giggled, turning just a little bit red.

"You're so beautiful..." he said softly and that made me turn just a little more red.

I turned my attention away from the coffee table and fully faced him, entangling our legs together and tightening my hold around his waist. We locked eyes for short while before I kissed him. It wasn't a long kiss, it wasn't a horny kiss. I just couldn't describe how much love my heart held for this man in that moment. Words wouldn't do him justice but a kiss might have come a lot closer to expressing my love. I pulled back to look him in the eyes, relishing in the cute smile he had on his face (that he hates cuz he felt like he looked stupid for the "dumb smile").

"Thank you Joongie..." I smiled and pecked his lips once more. "But you know you're even more beautiful. And you're hot too."

"Are you saying you're not hot?"

"Definitely not as hot as you!"

"Hey, don't talk about my girlfriend like that!" he "scolded" and we broke out into fits of laughter.

I snuggled into his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. He chuckled, rubbing circles into my back and I only then realised how tired I was from all the excitement.

"I love you Joongie..." I mumbled into his neck.

"I love you more baby..." I heard the loving smile in his voice and I let it carry me off to sleep - content in Hongjoong's loving arms, warm and happy.

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haikyuucute · 4 years ago

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I saw that your requests were open so I ran to your ask box because babes!! Your work is so good 😂 Could I request a before and after dating scenario of Alpha!Sugawara and a fiesta omega who constantly teases him? Reader soon goes through her heat cycle and acts the exact opposite of how she normally does? could you add a lil smut in there too pls? 👀 if you’re feelin it.

I wrote this similar to my Tendou fic, where the beginning is written as headcanons and the smut is a drabble

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Sugawara had never met an omega as outgoing and feisty as you were and because of that, he immediately felt an attraction towards you

It was when he had stepped into the gym to find you wrestling with Nishinoya, yelling something or other about him buying the last strawberry milk and to give it to you

lol of course you were friends with the overexcited alpha

But Suga was pretty surprised to see you holding your own against the alpha— he didn’t know that you two wrestled way too often

You had successfully pried the milk from his hands bolting towards the door, luckily Tanaka had held Noya back

And when you spotted Suga by the door, you stopped, a grin growing on your face as you looked at the pretty setter

”You’re cute”

Suga’s face flushed fifty shades of red, he didn’t get flustered easily but he hadn’t expected an omega to be so bold— especially such a pretty one

You burst into giggles and poked his cheek

”Aww you’re all red. How cute!”

That was when Tanaka yelled at you to leave since his hold was loosening on Noya

You jumped and bolted for the door, but not before shouting at Suga:

”Bye cutie!”

He stared after you stunned with his heart hammering in his chest, immediately demanding to know who you were from the pouting Noya

“She’s an evil omega— ow! Fine that’s (L/N) (F/N)!”

As far as Suga was concerned, you were already his omega from that moment on

Your scent had lingered in the back of his mind— you smelled like candy

It was so sweet he could practically taste it on his tongue when he thought of you

He just wished his second encounter with you had gone better

A few days later he smelled that same overwhelmingly sweet scent and immediately ran towards it

Only to find you scenting Noya in the courtyard

His throat immediately tightened— did he read the situation wrong? Were you actually mates with Noya? Then why would you call him cute?

He stood frozen as he watched you run your wrists up and down Noya’s arms while the libero grinned

A few moments later, you and Noya had noticed him

A pretty smile grew on your lips as you spotted Suga, grinning excitedly

Noya bounded towards him, briefly greeting him before running past him, yelling back at you

”Thanks (F/N)— I’m sure those omegas are gonna be jealous now with you scent all over me!”

Suga furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stared after Noya

Only turning around when he felt you tap on his shoulder

He jumped at seeing how close you had gotten, that same teasing smile on your lips

”Sugawara-senpai, right? Noya told me your name.”

He blinked and slowly nodded still completely confused as to what you and Noya were doing before

”What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” “....What uh— what were you two doing?”

He regretted asking as soon as your face lit up even more

“Oh— Suga-senpai, are you jealous?” “No!” “Well if you must know, Noya-chan asked me to scent him cause he thinks if these omegas that he likes smell another omega’s scent on him, they’ll get jealous— but I guessed it worked for me instead”

He blushed deeply again, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling stupid

”Do you want to go out with me?”

And once again, he was taken aback by your boldness, but with a red face he quickly nodded and agreed to go out with you

When the two of you finally started going out, Suga swore it was the most fun he had ever had

You were extroverted and playful and would constantly drag him place after place when you went out on dates, constantly teasing him the whole time

Soon enough, Suga was able to get more used to your playfulness and eventually was able to show his own playful and mischievous side with you

Whenever you two were together it sometimes turned into a teasing match to see who could make who blush first— you usually won

Though you were also a bit of a handful for him sometimes

You were easily excited— much like Noya and Hinata— and sometimes you behaved that way at the worst of times, making him have to calm you down

This also lead to you sometimes trying to challenge him, making your fiery personality show

It was also during one of these moments where your first kiss took place

You had stared at Suga with narrowed eyes when he attempted to calm you down and with the whole team watching, he felt put on the spot

So he grabbed you by the shoulders and kissed you

When he pulled away, you were completely flustered

When you got closer, simply scenting you with his wrists wasn’t enough, so the two of you would end up cuddled for hours

However, one of your favorite things was to get Noya to scent you, cuz when Suga smelled his scent on you, it would get him riled up and possessive

So he’d try to cover up Noya’s scent

But you’d run away, turning it into a game of cat and mouse that would eventually end in the two of you wrestling until Suga got his way

Eventually his rut had arrived before your heat, and you hadn’t gone into heat either when you helped Suga through his rut

Which meant you were hellbent on making it difficult for him to dominate you

You bit his shoulder and yanked on his hair, flipping the two of you over as often as possible so you could be on top

You tried to restrain his hands in yours but he easily loosened his grip since he was much stronger

And you teased and taunted him relentlessly

You had practically made him go feral, the only way he was able to get you to completely submit was to flip you onto your stomach, hold your wrists together behind your back, while each of your moans were muffled by your panties that he had shoved in your mouth

After that rut, he made sure to go out and buy a gag for you

And eventually your heat would arrive about a month later

Suga didn’t know what to expect when he walked into your room to see you in heat for the first time

But it definitely wasn’t what he had thought

The omega that laid on your bed was unrecognizable

You were curled up in a ball and whimpering with tears in your eyes

You immediately smelled him once he stepped in, looking at him longingly

“Alpha, please... need you...”

Your voice was so unlike you and suddenly, Suga was thinking back to how difficult you had made his rut

It was only fair he returned the favor~

“Please Alpha,” you sobbed uselessly, trying to grind against him but his hands kept you still.

Suga had you on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt in your soaking pussy— but he refused to move, making you two cockwarm, while listening to your desperate pleads for him to do something.

He smiled, satisfied with the completely destroyed look on your face. He leaned forward slightly, kissing your forehead, “Once you show me you can be a good girl and stay still for more than five minutes, I’ll fuck you however you want my sweet Omega.”

Another broken sob left you as you buried your face in his neck, hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

It was impossible, you could practically feel him throbbing in your cunt. You felt so hot everywhere— you needed to cum or else you’d lose your mind.

You sobbed against his neck, warm tears hitting his skin. Your cries did pull at his heart and he wanted nothing more than to please you, but whenever he thought back to his rut, he was able to hold his ground, because maybe if he made this difficult for you, you’d be better behaved during his next rut.

And Sugawara was determined on making this very difficult.

He’d occasionally shift on purpose to pull a moan out of you, making it nearly impossible to not grind down against him, which only served to prolong the entire thing. Or he’d move a hand to toy with your clit, making you move every single time without fail.

It had already been a half hour and your sobs only increased, begging for him to do anything.

But you behaved, managing to keep still for five minutes.

He cupped your jaw, pulling you from the crook of his neck so he could look at your tear streaked face. He sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair.

He leaned in, capturing your lips with his, to which you eagerly kissed back.

”So cute, pretty girl,” he cooed, “All you want to do is submit to your Alpha, hm?”

You sniffled, nodding your head.

He grinned at you teasingly, “Makes me wonder where my troublesome Omega went— will you be my good girl for the next few days?”

You nodded again, “Yes— I’ll be good- please make me cum Alpha.”

His smile grew, and he kissed your temple, “Then get on your hands and knees and show me how behaved you can be~”

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shyneanon · 4 years ago

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There is only one bed with red

I bet you thought I was never gonna respond to this one, huh, anon? Nope! I just had to rewrite it like five million times before I felt like it was actually not terrible. lol

Hope you enjoy this even though it’s been foreeeeeever.

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“Well. Lookit that.”

You stared at the single available bed in the single available room, pretty immaculately kept.

“There’s only one bed,” said Red, leaning against the wall. “How unfortunate.”

You stared at it for a while, then looked back at him. He was flashing his gold tooth at you in a smug grin.

Nope.

“It’s fine,” you said. “I can sleep on the floor.”

His smile vanished.

“Hey,” he said, “hold on, sweetheart. I c’n sleep on the floor.”

Actually kind of nice of him to offer, but as much as he annoyed you… no. “It’s cool, I can do it.”

“Nah, it’s gonna make me feel like trash if I letcha sleep on the floor.”

“Well, ditto.”

He grinned. “Ooh, I gotta solution. How ‘bout we both sleep on the floor?”

You held in a laugh, trying your best to give him a deadpan look. Don’t laugh, don’t laugh….

He waggled his brows at you.

And you let out a snort.

You started to set your things down and move onto the floor but Red shoved you towards the bed. “No,” he said, “I don’ wanna feel like an asshole.”

“You are an asshole,” you said.

“Sure but I don’ wanna feel like one…!”

“OK,” you said, “fine.” Whatever, his loss. You climbed into the bed and got under the covers, and you turned a bit as Red lay down on the floor.

… Dammit.

You sighed. I’m going to regret this.

“Red,” you said.

He turned with an oddly soft smile. “Yeah, beautiful?”

Your face turned warm. His nicknames are more effective than they should be. “Just get in the stupid bed.”

“Oh?” A brow rose, and the soft smile was gone. “Feeling bonely?”

“Don’t,” you said, moving over. “You just look so pathetic on the floor, I can’t do it.”

“Sure, sure.” He moved the covers aside and slid under them with you. “You tell yerself that.”

“I will shove you back onto the floor, Red.”

He shut his mouth (figuratively speaking), and you shut your eyes. He was surprisingly warm for a skeleton, perhaps due to wearing a jacket all day. Since he didn’t have the jacket on, though, you were far more aware of the fact that he was literally just… bone. You could feel his actual spine… It was kind of weird, but not weird enough to keep you up. You were just glad he wasn’t getting handsy. Though the truth was that him getting touchy hadn’t been your main concern. In reality, you tried to avoid having to share a bed with anyone. There was a, um, bad habit of yours that people had informed you of.

But hopefully you wouldn’t do anything crazy tonight.

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Red was awoken by the feeling of something lying across his whole body.

What the hell?

He was on his side, and he attempted to push it off, but it didn’t budge. Groggy and annoyed, he awkwardly twisted and wriggled until he was on his back and could see what the fuck it was….

It was you.

He squinted, thinking he might be insane, but yeah. It was you. You were lying on top of him. A bit awkwardly, one of your legs was pointing in the direction of your side of the bed, but your head was where the crook of his neck would be, and you were breathing softly.

Red’s face lit on fire instantly.

“Sweetheart?” he mumbled, even though he was pretty sure you couldn’t hear him. When had this happened? Had it happened in your sleep? Had you done this on purpose?

You sighed in your sleep.

Oh… oh my God.

What if she likes me?

Had you instinctively cuddled up to him in your sleep because you… liked him? Or… maybe you liked his smell, or the way lying on him felt… Red was a bit embarrassed to find that he felt giddy, but the giddiness overrode the embarrassment.

“Sweetheart,” he repeated softly, gently wrapping his arms around you. You snuggled closer and he felt his soul start to hum.

We’re… so close….

She’s so cute when she’s asleep….

“You are the most adorable thing,” he said. He knew you couldn’t hear. That was the nice part; he could say whatever he wanted. He started to readjust your stray leg with his own, and his face warmed up even more when you curled your leg around his. He let out a small sound of surprise.

“Baby, you’re uncooperative…. Hah….”

Not that he, uh, minded… having your legs like this….

“Aren’t you just the sweetest,” he purred, pulling you closer. His soul was picking up. While you were asleep he felt no need to maintain his tough guy persona, so he cooed. “Yer cute as hell.”

He nuzzled you, holding you close.

He never wanted to let go….

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, lifting one finger and stroking your cheek. “I’ll keep you safe.” He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling washing over his soul while the two of you were so near each other. “Jus’ stay right here… with me, yeah?”

One hand tangled in your hair and he sighed. It was so soft…. You moved closer to him, making a soft hum, and Red’s grin widened, his soul melting into a puddle.

This was the best night of his life.

—

When your mind started to barely lift out of its unconscious state, the first thing you noticed was that it did not feel like you were lying on the mattress.

The second thing you noticed was that a pair of arms were around you. What the… Red? Why was he…

Oh. Oh no.

I climbed on him in my sleep, didn’t I?

It was a weird habit you’d never would’ve known about were it not for the unlucky victims who had told you about it. You had never woken up on top of someone before— you always woke up next to the person in the morning, in the same spot where you’d fallen asleep, and then they would tell you about how they’d woken up in the dead of night to find your entire body lying on top of them. It also apparently took a lot of effort to push you off, especially since attempts would usually result in you immediately trying to climb back onto them.

Red, uh, didn’t seem to be making any attempts to push you off, though.

“Hah, sweetie… You look so stupid when yer asleep….”

Did he know you were awake? Judging from his low volume, you were pretty sure that no, he didn’t.

His finger wiped the side of your mouth and then immediately withdrew, and you heard him laughing as quietly as possible. Yep, he was trying not to wake you up.

“Gross!” he whispered, and you heard the sound of his hand brushing against the fabric of, presumably, his clothes. “You drool in your sleep!”

More quiet laughter. If you blushed visibly you’d give yourself away, so you just buried your face in his collarbone. Embarrassing.

“... Ah… doll….”

A hand was gently placed on your back.

“I wish we could do this all the time,” he said softly. If he thought you were asleep he wasn’t saying this to flirt with you.

He meant it, then?

“Why’ve you gotta be so damn adorable, huh? M… My soul’s going crazy over here….”

A hand ran through your hair. He was being unusually gentle….

“Then again, that happens a lot when I’m with you.”

Your face got hotter; thank goodness he couldn’t see it from this angle.

His teeth pressed against your forehead. A kiss?

“I wish… I had the guts tah tell ya how I feel.”

Huh? Not… not like… romantically, right?

“You make me feel amazing. Like… really amazing, I… I dunno how t’put it in words cuz I’m real bad with words. S’why I can’ bring myself to tell you, I wanna tell you but every time I open my goddamn mouth all I say is somethin’ suggestive.”

Some silence. Should you tell him that you were awake? You were basically eavesdropping right now.

But at the same time…

“‘N, admittedly… I wish I was good fer you. Which I’m not, I’m… I’m fuckin’ me.”

Why did your heart suddenly ache?

“I’m lazy, I’m sleazy, I dress stupid, I act stupid, I can’t communicate like an adult to save my damn life…. An’ I… I’ve done a lotta bad things. Y… ya should get with some sweet guy who’s responsible ‘n shit.” He muttered: “Lookit me, fuckin’ swearing while I’m tryna talk about my feeli— Fantastic, I did it twice.”

It took all the effort you had to not giggle.

“I wish I was good for you. Ah, sweetie, I’d… I’d take such good care of you, I really would. Or, I’d try. Tryin’ is… really all I could do, t’be honest.”

Trying is all anyone can do.

“... Too bad I suck, yeah?”

Your heart ached again. Red didn’t suck, he was a good guy…. It was probably best to tell him that you were awake before he spilled any more personal information.

“You don’t suck,” you mumbled, turning your head.

“‘M sorry, dollface, did I wake you up with my rambling? I’ll be quiet.”

“No, I’ve been awake for a while.”

His whole body froze up.

“... Ya have?”

“Yeah.”

“H… How much of what I was just saying did you—“

“All of it.”

There was a long, awkward silence.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “I should’ve said something—“

“Fuck,” he said, and you lifted your head. His eye sockets were squeezed shut.

“No, Red, it’s OK—“

“No it’s not, I’ve been makin’ a sappy ass outta myself an’ now I prob’ly made you feel guilty—“

“You didn’t make me feel guilty—“

“Jus’ please don’t say that we should go on a date cuz I know you’re only doing it to make me feel better ‘bout myself—“

“Shut up, Red.”

His eye sockets opened and he looked down at you. You could see the two red lights standing out in the darkness. “... Huh?”

“Stop wallowing in self-hatred and listen to me.”

He said nothing. You would take that as cooperation.

OK, he was listening. So, uh… what should you say?

You actually didn’t know.

So you just kissed him.

Initially he just froze up, but after a moment his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you close, kissing back. W… Wow, this feels really good…. You moved into a better position and felt your hair spill down onto him.

“Sorry,” you said as the kiss parted.

“Sorry?” Red cupped the back of your head and gave you a second fervent kiss. “What the hell for? Ya just kissed me.”

“My hair is kinda touching you.”

“Oh no,” he said in monotone, “how awful. Kiss ruined.”

You snickered and leaned down to press your forehead against his. He looked up at you with fuzzy eyelights.

“I don’ deserve your love,” he said quietly. You smiled back.

“Nobody deserves love, Sans. That’s why it’s so special when someone loves us anyway.”

“You deserve love,” he said, “from somebody better than me.”

“That’s awfully vague.” You kissed his cheek. “And besides, I don’t want love from this person you call ‘somebody better than me.’”

He smiled.

“I want love from you.”

“Hah,” he said, and you saw his eyelights change… They were like hearts now. “Sweetheart, trust me, you already have all my love.”

Your face heated up. “That’s really romantic,” you told him.

“... It is?”

A giggle escaped you. “Yes, Sans.”

You kissed his nasal ridge.

“So?” you said with a smile. “You gonna ask me out or not?”

His eyelights got fuzzy again. “Ya think maybe we could go out sometime, beautiful?”

After kissing his cheek, you said, “I’d love that.”

“So, uh…” He looked at the way you two were positioned. “You think… we could do this more?”

“Absolutely.”

You lay your head down on his ribcage.

“We should fall back asleep,” you told him.

“Sure thing, angel.”

Drifting off took no time at all.

#such a classic trope #kinda tempted to do it with our boy regular sans too #I feel like the awkwardness of it would be really emphasized #or the 'oh no I like them' thing that this trope often leads to #I dunno #fanfic #fanfiction #reader-insert #self-insert #x reader #sans x reader #fell sans x reader #underfell #fluff

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 4 years ago

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I read your Grian and Zed oneshot and could I pretty please get another one (maybe a sequel, maybe not) with Worm man, Poultry man, and EX? We need the sidekick boi here too ;3

I’m so sorry this is so late! I’ve had a rough couple of days and this one ended up being a lot longer than I expected lol but anyway, here we are! Hope it’s good!

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Sitting on top of the billboard in the shopping district are Hermitcraft’s two superheroes, keeping an eye on the goings on. It seems to be a fairly quiet day, however; the last person either of them saw was Scar disappearing into the town hall over an hour ago. But the two are just having fun hanging out up here, so they continue keeping watch over the district, while munching on the half stack of golden carrots Grian brought with him.

“Soo… which one of us is the sidekick?” asks Grian out of the blue.

Zedaph shoots him an amused look. “Why does one of us have to be the sidekick? Can’t we be partners?”

“I mean, yeah, true. But if one of us HAD to be the sidekick, which one would it be?”

“Probably you, cuz I’ve been a superhero a season longer than you.”

Grian pauses. “Honestly, that’s not the answer I was expecting but it does make sense.”

Zedaph gives a laugh. “Good. Trust me, we don’t need a sidekick. If I was on my own, maybe I’d consider getting another one, but a partner is even better than a sidekick.”

In the ensuing pause, Zedaph realises what he said. Unfortunately, Grian has also picked up on it. “Another one? What do you mean?”

“Ah…” Zedaph clears his throat. “Doesn’t matter.”

“No, I wanna hear this. You had a sidekick?”

Zedaph searches his brain for either an excuse to not reply or a false explanation that Grian will buy. When he finds neither, he gives a quiet sigh. “Yeah, but it didn’t end well. Or start well. Or go well for that matter.”

“Oh, jeez.” Grian frowns sympathetically. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Look, let’s just say I was naive and I thought he was good but he wasn’t. I came out of it looking and feeling very stupid, so I’d rather not have a repeat of that.” After a moment, he gives a smile. “That’s why I’m glad I have a partner who I already know and trust.”

“Aww.” Grian nudges him with his elbow. “Do you mean me?”

Zedaph snickers. “Nope, sorry, I mean Professor Beak. Best partner I’ve ever had.”

Grian exaggerates a pout and gently strokes the parrot sitting on his shoulder. “Wow.”

But as he starts to say something else, he spots a familiar figure walking through the shopping district. His face lights up. “Oh, look who it is! Zed, c’mon, I gotta introduce you to this guy.”

He jumps down from their perch and rushes towards the person, followed closely by a curious Zedaph. “Hey! Hey, EX!”

The figure turns and that’s when Zedaph recognises them with a jolt. That name, coupled with that familiar red helmet… It can’t be… can it…?

He quickly scoots behind a tree as Grian stops in front of the person, beaming. “Hey! It’s been a long time!”

Evil Xisuma, now going by the name EX, smiles at him. “Hey, Grian. Yeah, it’s been a while.”

“Grian? I see no Grian here,” says Grian innocently.

EX chuckles. “Oh yeah. Sorry, Mr Poultry Man. You out here patrolling?”

“Yup! Keeping watch over the server with my new partner!” Grian turns to introduce Zedaph to EX but frowns as he realises Zedaph is gone. “Uh… Zed? Where’d you go?”

“Wait…” EX freezes as they recognise the name. “Zedaph…?”

Grian spots his friend hiding behind a tree a few blocks down the path. “Zed, what are you doing?”

Realising he can’t hide any longer, Zedaph slowly emerges from behind the tree and approaches the two, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Hello.”

Grian frowns, sensing the tension between them. “You know EX already?” he asks slowly.

Zedaph holds EX’s gaze for a moment but has to turn away. “Yeah. I knew him a long time ago.”

EX shifts their feet awkwardly, causing Grian to step forwards, clearing his throat. “EX goes by they/them pronouns now.”

Zedaph glances at EX, who looks away from him. He wonders whether EX was too scared to correct him themself. Has it really been so long that EX can’t be as open around him as they used to be?

Finally, he turns back to Grian. “They used to be my friend but that was a long time ago.”

“It WAS a long time ago, wasn’t it?” EX says quietly.

“Just over three years. Since we last teamed up, anyway.”

EX sighs quietly. “Listen, I’m sorry I left you. I was just feeling so guilty that you believed I was a good person and I couldn’t continue that lie, but I couldn’t exactly tell you the truth either, could I?”

“I only believed you were a good person because that’s what you told me,” Zedaph retorts. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not angry at you anymore, I’m angry at myself. For being so stupid as to not realise why you were able to break me out of that prison so easily.”

“Oh.” EX hesitates, realising now why Zedaph is being so careful around them. “When did you find out?”

Zedaph’s shoulders slump. “After X banned you. I begged and begged him to reconsider but he refused. You have no idea how long I cried, how many sleepless nights I had, when X told me the truth about you. My friends got hurt because I was too naive to realise that the person I was calling my sidekick was actually a villain.”

“Zedaph, you- you have every right to be angry at me for that,” EX says quietly. “But I’ve changed now, I promise.”

“I can vouch for them,” Grian chimes in. “They’ve been helping me with building projects on and off for a couple of weeks. During that time, they told me a bit about their past and I can tell they’re not who they used to be.”

Zedaph gives his friend a look. “Did they tell you about their shared past with me?”

“No, they only-.”

Grian breaks off, glancing from Zedaph to EX, as the penny finally drops. “Oh… EX is the former sidekick you were referring to, aren’t they?”

Zedaph and EX both nod slowly.

“I was a far better sidekick than I was a villain, honestly,” admits EX quietly. “I feel like I took to being good much quicker than I did to being evil.”

“You did,” Zedaph agrees. “But that still didn’t stop you from getting yourself banned.”

“I-I’ve made some mistakes, that much is true. In fact, a LOT of mistakes. But that’s exactly what I’m back here to do: I’m here to prove to myself, Xisuma, and the rest of the server that I can be a good person.” They clasp their hands together in an anxious gesture that Zedaph recognises from when they worked together. “And I want to prove it to you too, Zedaph.”

Zedaph hesitates, watching his old friend with a conflicted look.

At that moment, however, Grian and Zedaph’s communicators go off with three messages in quick succession.

<Xisuma> trapped by Wither!!!

<Xisuma> one heart no food left!!!!

<Xisuma> help!!!!!

“Looks like this is your chance to prove yourself,” Grian says, patting EX on the shoulder. “Xisuma needs our help and we’re gonna go save him. Coming?”

EX doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes, I’m coming. Let’s go.”

…

The group follow X’s given coordinates to an underground tunnel in a remote part of the server. As they get closer, they can hear menacing sounds, followed almost immediately by a loud explosion.

“Uh oh!” Grian picks up speed. “Quickly, guys!”

They burst through an opening in the tunnel, only to find themselves immediately confronted by a half-health wither.

“Move!” Zedaph screeches.

He shoves EX to one side and Grian dives to the other as the wither fires a burst of exploding skulls at them.

As EX scrambles to their feet, they spot Xisuma squished into a small gap in the wall, clutching a clearly cracked shield in his hand. His eyes widen visibly as he spots his evil counterpart.

EX winces. They’re not supposed to be here; they were banned several months ago, and Xisuma knows that. He is the one who banned EX.

But before they can interact with their counterpart, they’re forced to duck under another burst of skulls and scramble for a safe nook on the other side of the cave.

Meanwhile, Grian and Zedaph are hacking away at the wither, but they’re making slow progress; the wither keeps attacking back, forcing them to retreat to avoid getting hit.

“X, get outta here, quickly!” Grian yells.

Xisuma hurriedly squeezes himself out of the crevice and dashes for the exit to the cave. However, because of his low health, he knows he has to be careful on the uneven rocky ground.

Just as he gets to the cave mouth, his foot drops into a small gap created by one of the wither explosions and his ankle rolls, causing him to pitch forwards with a yelp.

“Xisuma!” Zedaph screeches, as he and Grian are forced to retreat to avoid a barrage of skulls.

Unexpectedly, the wither twists mid-air and fires off three skulls. The first two sail over Xisuma’s head but the third is heading straight for him.

A split second before it hits him, EX dives in front of him and takes the skull to the back, propelling them past Xisuma and into the stone wall of the cave.

“EX!” Zedaph screeches.

“Zed, look up!” Grian yells suddenly.

Zedaph does so, just in time to see Grian tossing his sword back to him. Taking a deep breath, he leaps up and forward, catching his sword mid-air, and brings the weapon down on the wither. The critical hit takes the last bit of its health.

He lands neatly on the ground and uses EX’s fallen shield to protect himself and Xisuma as the wither explodes in a burst of light.

As Grian rushes over to help Xisuma, Zedaph dashes to EX’s side. The wither effect has worn off but EX is clearly still in pain; even though Zedaph can’t see their face, their muscles are visibly tense.

“EX, can you hear me?” Zedaph asks worriedly. “Are you alright?”

For one horrifying moment, there is silence. Then:

“‘M fine.”

Zedaph breathes out in relief. “Jeez, you scared me. What were you thinking? You could’ve died and we both know you won’t respawn.”

“I-I wasn’t thinking.” EX sits up, with Zedaph’s help. “I just… acted.”

“Well, you saved me from a painful death,” says Xisuma, giving his counterpart a sympathetic look. “I just don’t understand why you would save me, after our history.”

“I, um…” EX hesitates. “I was inspired to be a better person recently, and when I saw you were in trouble, I just… didn’t let myself hesitate.”

“Really?” asks Xisuma in surprise. “Who inspired you?”

EX gives a small smile. “Two friends who mean a lot to me. But…” They pause, taking in a deep breath. “I know I’m not actually meant to be back here, so I do completely understand if you ban me again.”

To their surprise, Xisuma immediately shakes his head. “I’m not going to do that. For one thing, you just saved my life. But more importantly, I sensed a change in you the second I saw you today, Exy. A very positive change. If these friends of yours on Hermitcraft caused that change, then there’s no way I’m gonna stop you from being around them. But I WILL be keeping a close eye on you, of course.”

“O-Of course.” EX covers their visor with their hands, eliminating any chance that the others might notice the tears that have sprung to their eyes. “Thank you, Xisuma.”

Xisuma places his hand on his counterpart’s shoulder. “No, thank YOU, Exy.”

He glances at Grian and Zedaph, who are watching together a few blocks away. “You two superheroes better get back up there and change before someone notices you’re missing.”

“I want EX to come with us,” Zedaph responds. “Please.”

Xisuma watches him steadily for a moment before nodding. “Okay. I just need to do some admin things to make sure their code isn’t still recognised as being banned, so they’re able to respawn in this world if they die.”

“Thanks,” says Zedaph gratefully. “Could you also let the server know of the situation?”

“Will do. Careful on your way back.”

The three make their way back up towards the surface, leaving Xisuma behind in the raggedly destroyed hole.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asks Zedaph, noticing EX shivering.

EX nods. “I’m fine. Just leftover wither effect, that’s all. I’m used to floating around in the void, not having the life sucked out of me.”

To their surprise, Grian chuckles. “Being back on Hermitcraft, you’re gonna have to get used to all kinds of effects. But hey, don’t worry: we’ll be here to help you through it.”

“All of it,” adds Zedaph warmly, slinging his arm over EX’s shoulder.

A smile slowly spreads over EX’s face as they feel the warmth of being enveloped on either side by two friends. For the first time, they feel safe and cared for. They’re about to start their new life on Hermitcraft.

And there’s no two people he would rather start it with.

#hermitcraft #grian #zedaph #evil xisuma #Vaunna writes

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thewritingginger · 4 years ago

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Night at The Fall - Lucifer x Reader

OH LORD this is SUCH an old request from freaking lAsT yEaR oops

but Its been done :D @ecryveaine I’m so sorry you had to wait so long and you probably don’t even care anymore but here it is 😅

It took forever cuz slumps be like dat ya know lol

Enjoy ~

Prompt: Smut #1 “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” Fandom: Obey Me! Pairing: Lucifer x F! Reader Word Count: 3,681 words Warning(s): NSFW, 18+, mentions alcohol, Dom! Lucifer & Sub! Reader, Rough sex, public/semi-public sex, degrading, pet names, oral sex (BJ), begging, after care, really old and over do oops

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The room is filled to the brim with touching-bodies making the air humid. The music's vibrations rumble through the walls and the floorboards. The alcohol in your bloodstream begins to make your body tingle. You’re in a booth in the corner of the club swaying in your seat to the music. Sitting next to you sipping his scotch was the one and only Lucifer. You look over to him with glossy eyes. “Lets go dance!” you say excitedly leaning close to your lover's ear. Shaking his head he responds, “I don’t want to dance.” His tone is flat as he takes another sip of his beverage. “Well fine. Then you’ll just have to watch me.” Your sassy response is accompanied with a playful smirk on your lips.

Getting up, the alcohol pumping through your veins makes your body loose, allowing the music to move you with ease. Standing a few feet away from the booth that Lucifer still resides in you begin to lose yourself in the atmosphere around you. Swaying your hips side to side, your arms gliding fluidly to the rhythm. Your eyes close for a moment, enjoying the freedom of movement. Opening your eyes your sight lands upon the hungry gaze of the first born. Reclined in the booth’s velvet cushions, taking slow swings from his glass as his black orbs roam over your form. Adorned in a tight red dress, the garment accenting your figure in an alluring way. His eyes following your every movement, never staying in one spot for long.

After a minute of feeling his gaze analyze your being, you decide you want to toy with him a bit.

As his eyes continue to bore into you, you turn your back to him. Outlining your body and rocking your hips side to side. You look over your shoulder to see if your actions have taken any effect on the demon. Nothing but a half cocked brow changes on his straight face. Running his tongue quickly across his lips he gets up without saying a word to get another drink. You let out a huff, but then a wicked idea pops into your head.

When Lucifer returns to his spot the situation has changed. He left you to dance on your own but returned to see you speaking with another person. A man. Sitting down he crosses his legs waiting to see what the other demon might pull.

Feeling a piercing stare behind you, you discreetly glance over your shoulder and you see it. You see Lucifer’s face and you sense the fire slowly starting to build within him. Finally getting some kind of rise out of him. You think to yourself ‘Why don't we make this a little more interesting.’ So to add kindling to the fire you smile at the young demon talking to you running your hand down his arm. You ask him to dance with you, cause you still wanted to dance with someone and if Lucifer didn't want to be that person then so be it.

The man standing opposite to you grows excited by your invitation. As the song continues the man inches closer to your body, resting his hands on your hips. A few minutes pass and as a new song begins you turn around, your ass mere centimeters away from the other man’s pelvis. His hands continue to explore your waist. You lock eyes with a certain demon with quite the stern look painted on his face. Tight lipped and arms crossed, his look daring you to go further. Taking him on his silent challenge you press your body firmly against your dance partner. Your head falls back gently resting on his shoulder. The man accepts your warmth and leans in to plant a few chased kisses on your exposed neck and shoulder. That's when Lucifer had enough of this little show of yours.

Standing up Lucifer makes his way over to the two of you and stops right behind the unsuspecting man. Unaware of the spiders web you have just got him caught in. Feeling Lucifer's strong presence the man turns his gaze up at Lucifer’s searing glare. “Uh, got a problem man?” The demon asks a bit agitated from the interruption. “You’re touching what's mine.” Lucifer growls. “Well I didn't see her pressing her ass against you, now did I?” The demon laughs. A cocky grin plastered on his face..

A sadistic smile cuts Lucifer’s lips, “Well keep this up and I promise, you won't be seeing much of anything. Now I suggest you leave while you still have your legs to do so.” His threatening words cause the demon to step back and scurry off to another part of the club. With your arms crossed you pout, “Aww Luci, you could've been a bit nicer to the poor guy.I was just having a little fun. You didn't have to come and ruin it. But since you’re here.” You take a step towards him “I can dance with you now.” Your words come with an innocent smile. Taking Lucifer’s hand, you hold it above your head as you lead him further into the crowd of drunken dancers. The lights hit the smoke in the air creating patterns in your vision. The changing colors of the strobes paint your skin technicolored. Turning back to your lover you return to dancing but this time being more daring with your actions. Twirling your hips in a circle you turn your back to him rubbing your butt on his manhood. Rocking to the music you let a wandering hand wedge itself between you and Lucifer, palming at his crotch a few times before you feel his bruising grip on your wrist. Leaning into your ear, his voice penetrating your entire body. “If I were you I would be mindful of what it is you are doing Y/n.” His tone suggests you to be cautious but the way his words seemed to carve themselves into you made you shiver with delight. Playing innocent you say “I don't know what you mean Luci, I’m just having a little fun with you.” You smirk inwardly, knowing the game you were playing. Knowing the risks of what egging him on could lead to. After a moment of pondering your innocent confession you feel a low fiendish chuckle vibrate against your back. Moving to the music with you, his iron clamp on your hip tightens as he wraps his other arm around you to caress your neck. Pulling you against his chest enabling you to move. “Y/n, don't make me take you home and punish you.” His taunting words make the warmth betwixt your thighs sear like a branding iron. Feeling as if the air is caught within your throat his words continue. “Or perhaps you wish for me to take you here.” Your eyes shoot open at his insinuating words. “I know you wanted to make me jealous, that's why you let that scum put his hands on you.” Your breath quickens from the excitement building within you. Your electrified haze is broken by Lucifer’s sudden movements, your wrist firmly in his fist as he drags you towards the entrance.

Opening the doors of the hot bar a cold gust of wind washes over you, shocking your system. Pulling you to the side now standing in the dark alleyway Lucifer plants your back against the cold-damp concrete wall. Holding your chin up, his face a breath away from yours. “What am I going to do with you Y/n?” He asks with a tsk. His hand slipping down your neck, your side to then rest on your hip. Seeing a light bulb go off in his head a devilish gleam flashes across his eyes. “On your knees.” His words leave you speechless for a second. “But Luc~.” You’re cut off, “I said, on your knees. Now!” His command comes out with more force. Sinking to the ground you look up at him, “Undo my pants.” Another order, you obey. As you undo his belt and unzip his trousers you glance to the side where you hear people leaving and entering The Fall night club. “Lucifer what if someone sees us?” “They won't. And besides you didn't seem to mind what others thought when you were inside. I thought since you could act so shameless in front of others on your feet, you wouldn’t mind doing it on your knees.” Looking down at you, his words wrapped in sin. “Now be a good slut and do as I tell you and maybe I'll reward you after.” His fingers tangle in your hair pulling your face close to his hardened member.

Placing a hand on his thigh and the other gripping his penis. You swallow hard before you open your mouth to drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. Putting his tip in your mouth beginning to suck, Lucifer pumps your mouth up and down himself to his desired pace. His hips bucking toward its pleasure with every few bobs of your head. His breath becoming deeper, you begin to hear low growls leaking from his throat. Looking up through your lashes you see the predatory look in his eyes. The way he looks at you like a hungry lion eyeing a wounded gazelle. Devouring you with his gaze, making you shrink under his intensity as he uses your mouth for his own needs.

After he is satisfied with the use of your mouth he pulls you back gasping, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock. Before you are able to catch your breath he hoists you back to your feet, facing you towards the wall. Pulling your hips back with his strong hands as he roughly yanks up the hem of your dress over your ass. The cool air against your skin makes your legs tremble. “Hmm.” An amused hum meets your ears. “You really are something. Coming out here in this little dress wearing no panties.” Punctuating his statement with a firm smack against your right asscheek. Pulling a fistful of your hair back, making your back form a u-shape. “You wanted me to use you tonight, huh?” Putting his fingers between your legs he feels your essence coating his digits. “Look at you, sopping wet like a bitch in heat and all from having my cock in your throat. I wonder just how much further I can take you before I break you.”

Sliding his tip against your entrance, reviling in its sinful decadence. Craving more of what your body has for him. Putting his slick covered fingers into your mouth tasting yourself as he slams his hips against yours. Your moans muffled by his fingers. The sudden intrusion makes your knees buckle.

He starts to pump into your core with powerful thrusts. Sounds of flesh smacking and stifled cries echo in the empty alleyway. Contorting your head back to continue his assault on your ears, filling your brain with nothing but his voice. “Look at you defenseless against me. Completely at my mercy. You love having my cock stuffed inside you don't you?” Unable to say anything you nod your head. Letting out a choked groan, the way he is fucking you and your backs bent is proventing you from taking a full breath. “I’m sure the thought that any one of those people walking in and out of that door over there could look over and see us gets you off. Huh, Princess.” Unable to do anything once again but nod your head in agreement as pleasure consumes you whole. Feeling as if the world is spinning, your brain incapable of knowing up from down at this point. His masterful thrusts hitting you in just the right spot over and over again. His words, pushing you closer to the edge. “You're such a little whore for my cock. I should’ve defiled you right in front of everyone, so they could see just how dirty you really are. You would've liked that huh?” A choked out “Yes'' leaves your lips causing a pleased smile to grace Lucifer's face. “Yes, what?” he asks with a hard spank, a red mark colors your butt. “Y-yes Master.” You corrected your response earning you a heated kiss before releasing your face. Dropping your head down stretching your neck from the unnatural position you were in. He pulls both your arms back holding you by your elbows as he begins to mercilessly pound into your womanhood.

Your knees feel weak. Unsure whether you’ll be able to keep yourself upright, Lucifer’s grip on you doesn’t falter. Still trying to suppress the moans from erupting from your throat you let out whispered screams to try and get some release. “Still trying to hold back? Well that's fine I guess I’ll have to pry those sweet sounds out of you.” His threat makes you involuntarily whimper, unsure if you can take much more of this relentless fucking he’s giving you. “P-please I don't know if I can take any more.” You confess hoping he will let up a bit, but how naive you were to dream of that happening.

“Oh I’m sorry, Y/n. Am I being too rough with you?” As he speaks in a mocking tone his thrusts slow down to long agonizing pumps. “I’m sorry.” Relieved that the pace has slowed down but the anxiety of what he has in store for you next keeps you from letting your guard down. His grip on your elbows disappears allowing you to stretch your arms. His large palms feel up and down your sides as he places kisses on your shoulder. You begin to lose yourself in this new found softness for a moment before it stops, “Well Princess, If you don’t like how I’m fucking you then, you do it!” He says, pulling out of you. Turning you around to face him, his eyes hungry. He picks you up like you’re weightless. Wrapping your arms and legs around him to keep yourself up. Eyes locked. His forehead to yours. “Cause either way, I am having you!”

Inserting himself back into your wetness you let out a weary gasp, His hands firmly gripping your ass “Start moving.” His commanding words make you move innately as if you don't have control over your own body anymore. This body that claims to be yours but when his stringent words fill your ears you are reminded of who really governs it. With every twist of his lips and smack of his palm you are consumed with the ever present desire to please him. To give up your body for this ravenous beast. Presenting yourself, a banquet of erotic delicacies that only you can offer him. Wanting him to devour you with every kiss, needing him to take your body past its limits. Your muscles strain as they loop around his toned form, screaming to keep you up. Your hips eagerly trying to take in every inch of his manhood. Growing increasingly exasperated, feeling as if you can't get close enough. “Come on is that the best you can do? Prove to me that you want my cock.” His taunting words don’t register in your mind, every syllable blurs together as you try and focus on keeping yourself up and moving your hips. The heat inside you is enough to make you feel like you’re melting. Allowing yourself to be putty in his hands as he molds you to what he wants. Shaping yourself around his body like a puzzle piece. His dark silky locks are tightly wound in your shaking digits. Your face buried in his neck. Sinking your teeth into his shoulder trying desperately to muffle your cries of pleasure. A hiss is heard as Lucifer sucks in through his teeth. A dark chuckle erupts from his chest. “We’re biting now are we? Well then~” With his amusement you let out a little squeal as Lucifer digs his fingernails into the plump skin of your ass. His hands assisting you in your movements, your hips meet each other with bruising force. The sound of skin slapping against each other and muffled screams emanate from the dark alleyway. “Fuck!” His hoarse whisper vibrates through your weak body. Trying desperately to keep your grip around him. Detaching from his shoulder you meet his gaze. Directing him you kiss him hungrily. Tears pricking your eyes, moaning into his lips. All your senses being stimulated. His touch. His taste. His smell. His moans. All of it fills you up. Nearing your breaking point you hug him closer, if that was even possible. With every stroke of his shaft inside you you’re pushed closer and closer to the edge. The coil inside you coming undone burns in your belly. Seeking your end you move your hips faster. Not caring if anyone can see or hear you. All you care about is him. This moment. Your end. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure between you two.

Just a few more movements of your hips and you feel the string holding you together snap. You kiss Lucifer as you climax. Muffling your sweet cries of passion. Your walls convulse around his manhood, urging him to keep going. Riding out your orgasm you feel his cock twitch signifying his impending end. Not having a chance to come down for your high, being over stimulated by his never wavering need to fill you with his seed. Claiming you as his. His mind, that of an animal, focusing solely on marking his territory. He will have everyone that sees you know your his. If not from the marks he leaves behind then from his semen dripping down your legs. His feverish movements become sloppier. Looking into your eyes, foreheads touching he releases his essence inside you. Your walls are coated with hot ropes of cum, as he maintains a slow pace. Milking his cock for all it has.

With his back to the wall, standing there motionlessly in silence. A minute passes. Both breathless, calming down from the ride you went on. The excitement melting into tiredness. Your head rests limp against his before sweeping the loose hair in your face. Looking at him, your eyes, heavy. Cradling your face like a prized gem, rubbing your cheek with his thumb he pulls you in for a tender kiss. “You okay? Do you think you can walk?” He asks, a new found softness to his once rough voice. You nod your head, “I’m okay.” You offer a smile and catch his lips again. Reveling in the aftermath of your heated moment. You gasp as he pulls out slowly. Placing your feet on the ground he waits for you to steady yourself. Fixing your clothes you look over to him as he buckles his belt back on. Draping his blazer over your shoulders he lifts your chin. “Let’s go home, I’ll draw you a nice bath.” Kissing your forehead you wrap your arms around his waist. “That sounds nice.” You say with a smile.

Taking your first step to leave the alleyway Lucifer catches you as you stumble a bit. I guess walking in heels on cobblestone after a particularly aggressive fucking isn’t that easy. Laughing it off you feel his strong arms pick you up. “Here I’ll walk you to the car.” Accepting his offer you rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the car that’s picking you up.. On the drive home you both are relaxed in each other's arms. His fingers draw patterns on your shoulder as he breathes in your shampoo.

Once at the house of Lamentation you and Lucifer went separate ways. Him to the bathroom to run you a bath and you to your room to get unready.

Walking into the dimly lit bathroom the only light coming from the lit tea candles. The bath is filled with steaming water and a mountain of bubbles. The hint of lavender and sage hangs in the air. “I got you a glass of water as well. Do you need help getting in?” Lucifer asks as he helps derobe you. Nodding your head, he hangs your robe on a hook as you take his hand. Stepping into the bath you sigh at the perfect temperature. Bubbles surrounding you as you sink further into the water. The tension in your muscles drifts away as the water warms you up. Looking over to Lucifer you give him a smile. “Won't you join me?” You ask. Your question tugs the corners of his lips up. His eyes are soft as he begins to strip his body of his clothing. You can’t take your eyes off him as he does. With your gaze locked you can’t help but feel warm all over but this time not from the water. You are washed over with such love for this man. A man that can drive you mad with desire and lust but also make you feel like a schoolgirl with their crush. He can be an animal one minute and a prince the next. While in your thoughts you feel Lucifer step in behind you. Your back against his chest, skin to skin. His arms wrap around your front, you rest your head back on his shoulder. Back in that comfortable silence. Your energies intermingling. Engaged in another act of intimacy, one that's softer but just as passionate. ‘I really do love this man.’

Your thoughts make you laugh. “What are you laughing about?” He asks, placing a light kiss on your head. “Oh nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you.” You look up to see him smile at your comment. “And how much is that?” He asks playfully. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You say back, flicking some water in his face. You both get lost in laughter before he pulls you in for a kiss. “I bet if I try hard enough I can get you to tell me.” He says holding your cheek. “We’ll see about that.”

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Golly gosh that was kinda long but also soo freakin old lol idek if its good at this point I read it so many times xD

But I hope you enjoyed it :3 and hopefully unless school doesnt keep kicking me in the face I can slowly keep getting more out 😅

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2dmenenthusiast · 4 years ago

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Let’s be sad together (Peter Parker x Depressed Reader)

A/N PLEASE READ!!: heeey so before we get into this, this story is told in the first person, which I know some people don’t like but I felt it was best for this particular fic because there is some self-hate in here and I didn’t want the reader to feel targetted and make them feel like shit? I hope that made sense. keep in mind this fic deals with themes of DEPRESSION, something I myself struggle with. So if you’re not comfortable with this, please don’t read. I’ve read plenty of x depressed! reader fics, and most of what I read doesn’t do the feelings justice or it romanticises depression. It’s usually like “oh youre depressed? Well i love you and boom youre fixed!” Yeah I hate shit like that lol. But I am certainly not trying to romanticise depression or mental illness by writing this. I wanted to make a fic people like me can relate to, the thoughts and feelings, etc. It was honestly super difficult, I wrote the first draft and completely scrapped it cuz I hated it. I really tried my best here, guys, and I hope you like it. And always remember that you’re not alone and things do eventually get better. It just takes time and a little help. Once again I tried to keep the reader as nuetral as possible so everyone can read! (I fucking suck at titles btw)

Plot: Peter notices something’s been wrong with you lately, and you prepare yourself for the inevitable break-up once he confronts you about it.

Words: 2,562

Warnings: Themes of depression and anxiety, self hate, angst

Loving Peter Parker was absolutely suffocating.

Sometimes I couldn’t decide if dating him was the worst or best decision I ever made, but I knew one thing for sure. He had me wrapped around his finger, and there was no leaving him even if I tried. Not that I wanted to. Peter is… well, he’s perfect. Sure, he’s dorky and can ramble about technical stuff that I can’t even begin to understand for hours on end, but if anything, those things only added to the list of reasons why he’s perfect. Oh, and he’s Spiderman. My boyfriend is Spiderman. In other words, nights were spent worrying about whether he’d make it home safely or not, and some were spent patching him up when he came knocking on my window after a particularly bad fight. He made me happy. Happier than I had ever been probably. So… why did I still feel this way?

At first, a part of me thought that being with Peter would… fix things, I guess. That maybe if I was in a relationship, it would cause all the rushing thoughts inside my head to go away. And at first, it did help. There were more nights that I could sleep peacefully, and there wasn’t a constant feeling of anxiousness sitting in my stomach. But of course, that relief never lasted long. I knew it wouldn’t, but a part of me hoped it would.

Overthinking had always been an issue. Every situation had a “what if,” and this was no different. Thoughts of Peter leaving me began to occupy my mind almost every second of every day, and now, rather than feeling relaxed in his presence, I felt a constant feeling of anxiety. Like my heart was stuck in my throat and I couldn’t breathe, an invisible weight crushing my chest. Sometimes I’d get so overwhelmed with my feelings that I’d have to leave the room and calm myself down so that I wouldn’t cry. And other days I’d completely close myself off from everyone, laying in my bed all day and feeling so upset and worthless.

This wasn’t Peter’s fault. No, he treated me like fucking royalty. This was due to my own dumb self and my own dumb emotions and my dumb fucking ways of overthinking shit I shouldn’t even be thinking about. But it’s always been like this, and no amount of listening to sad songs and telling myself everything was going to be okay was going to change that. I wasn’t immune to feeling insecure either. Especially when Peter hung out with his other friends, but I immediately told myself not to think about that stuff. I didn’t want to be that partner that gets jealous of their partner’s friends when I’m not getting every second of their attention. No, thinking that way felt toxic, and that was the last thing I wanted to be.

But sometimes, I couldn’t help those thoughts from sinking in. There were so many people out there. So many people that were funnier and better looking than me… So why did Peter settle for me? Why would he want to date someone with so much fucking baggage? Someone who could barely get out of bed in the morning while already wishing for the day to be over? Someone who thought so fucking little of themselves as a human being? There were times where I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror, because those were the days I really hated myself. Sometimes I feel like he fell out of love with me a long time ago and now he won’t leave me because he feels bad, which only made me feel worse for keeping him in a relationship he probably didn’t even want to be in.

I couldn’t say anything to Peter about this. How could I? He would just try to fix everything and I didn’t need fixing. I just wanted him there to reassure me that he loved me as much as I loved him. That he wouldn’t leave me because of how mentally fucked I was. Even if he did tell me those things, I don’t know if I’d even believe him. My mind probably wouldn’t even let me. I imagined if I did try to tell him everything I was feeling, I probably wouldn’t be able to explain it in a way that he could understand. I was just so tired. Tired of waiting for the inevitable moment when Peter would break up with me, and I’d be left with an expected broken heart. I’ve even been preparing for the day it happens so that it doesn’t kill me when it hurts, just like I do with every situation. Rather than give my hopes up and be disappointed, I just assume the worst from the get-go.

I don’t know how it hasn’t happened yet. How he hasn’t noticed the way I just shut down when the day gets hard. How I constantly look like I’m just in my own head, either when all of us are hanging out or when it’s just me and him. I want him to know. I want to tell him all the shit that’s running through my mind, but a part of me is terrified that I’ll just scare him away. So I just pretend it’s fine. Like I’m not ready to bust and rip open at the seams.

Today was another one of those days where I just felt like locking myself in my room and never coming out. However, the usual excuse of “I just don’t feel good,” didn’t work on Peter this time. He knew that there was something wrong. I could see it in the way he looked at me. I thought I had gotten away with it at first, laying in my bed and mindlessly scrolling on my phone, not even present in my head, just kind of there. But I knew I was screwed when I heard a knock on my window and opened my curtains just to see Peter sitting on the fire escape. I didn’t say anything as I opened the window, just watching as he stumbled into my room while pulling on the sleeves of my hoodie, something I often did when I felt that familiar anxiousness creeping in.

He made sure to shut the window after he was inside, and I immediately shrunk under his gaze when he turned to me, feeling too ashamed to meet his eyes.

“Hey, um…”

He hesitated, and I watched the way he rubbed his palms against his jeans, almost as if he was feeling nervous. I could imagine how he was feeling, though. I was nervous too.

“I know this is kinda abrupt, um… but I just wanted to stop by and you know, make sure you’re feeling okay and all that. I was worried, so…”

Worried? He was worried about me? I blinked a few times, trying to rack my brain for a quick lie I could tell him, but that wasn’t what came out when I spoke.

“Uh… yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, I just… I guess I’ve just been feeling kinda low today.”

I immediately wanted to swallow the words that left my mouth, not believing that I actually willingly let him know that I wasn’t really feeling okay.

“Oh?” He took a step forward, which immediately made me want to take a step back. “How come? Was today just not a good day?”

Peter was so unbelievably sweet and considerate, I almost wanted to cry right then and there. He always treated me so well… but he deserved someone better. Someone that wasn’t me.

“I-I guess? I don’t know, it’s just kinda hard to explain,” I muttered, reaching a hand up to rub the back of my neck that felt strangely warm.

“Do you wanna talk about it? I have plenty of time. I actually left the group to come see you, so I don’t mind listening.”

My eyes slightly widened as my gaze quickly met his, looking at him as if he was crazy. Hell, he just might’ve been if he stopped hanging out with his friends just to see me.

“You… Why would you do that?” I asked softly, my voice almost a whisper as I tried to keep it from trembling.

His brows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly, looking at me almost incredulously as he stepped closer.

“Do I need a reason? I wanted to see you.”

He said it so confidently, as if he was so positive that he rather be spending his time with me than his buddies. It kind of made me feel a bit guilty. He could be spending his time with his friends and having fun, but instead, he was here, and I was trying not to break down in front of him.

“But your friends… wouldn’t you rather hang out with them?” I asked, arms crossing over my chest as if I was protecting myself from something.

Peter just smiled. “I could chill with them any time I want. Why would I skip out on an opportunity to see my baby, hm?”

My hand quickly shot up to cover my mouth, and I could feel tears starting to push through.

“He wouldn’t say that if he knew,” I thought, and it immediately became harder to contain the tears when he closed the short distance between us and placed his hands on my shoulders, his expression clearly one of concern.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

I shook my head, sniffling as I reached up and wiped at my teary eyes.

“I’m fine, I just-”

You’re not. You’re really not fine, y/n. This is not fine.

My walls were quickly crumbling down as a tear slipped down my cheek, which caused more to follow, and I let out a choked sob as Peter placed a hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me into his chest, his other hand running over my back. He didn’t say anything, just let me cry to my heart’s content as I gripped onto the front of his shirt for dear life.

“I… I’m not okay, Peter. Nothing’s okay,” I mumbled into his chest, and he gently pushed me back as he carefully held my face in his hands, thumbs wiping at my tear stained cheeks.

“What’s not okay, y/n? C’mon, talk to me.”

“Everything!” I yelled, and I could tell he was surprised by my sudden outburst as I pulled myself away from his embrace.

“Everything is not okay, Peter. Fuck, I just…” I brought my arm up over my eyes as my bottom lip quivered, my eyes burning as more tears fell. “Everything’s just so hard and I’m so tired. And I’m making everything so complicated for myself, it’s not even anyone’s fault that I’m feeling like this. It’s mine.” I sniffled and wiped at my eyes again, but it did nothing to stop the endless tears that had spent too much time being held in. “A-And I don’t know what to do, Peter. I really don’t. I’m so fucking tired of hurting and I just want the thoughts and feelings to stop. Fuck sometimes I just wish I felt nothing!”

I looked up at Peter when he didn’t say anything, and found that he was just looking at me. There wasn’t any judgement or disgust in his eyes. At least, not from what I could tell. He looked… worried. Maybe even a little sad. Was he upset over what I said? Is he bummed out that he found out what I’m actually like? I let out a sigh and wiped my nose against my sleeve, suddenly finding my feet very interesting as I looked down. The silence was fucking deafening, and in that moment, I wanted to throw myself off the fire escape and into traffic below.

“How long have you felt like this?” Peter suddenly asked, his voice quiet as if he was trying to not startle me.

I hesitantly looked up at him, pulling at my sleeves again as I shrugged my shoulders.

“If you’re talking about all the depressing shit, ever since my early teens, I guess. But um… I’ve been having other thoughts recently. Ever since we got together, actually.”

I winced as soon as the words left my mouth. Would I regret this? Most definitely. Did Peter need to know? No, but he deserved to.

Peter frowned. “Really? Like… what kind of thoughts?”

I sighed and ran a hand down my face.

“Fuck, Peter, I just… You’re Peter Parker. You’re Spiderman! And I’m just-”

“Amazing, beautiful, the best partner I could ever ask for. Should I go on?” he asked with a small smirk, and I let out an amused huff as I placed a hand against his chest and lightly pushed him.

“I’m serious, Peter. I’m just… I’m fucked up, okay? Nothing about me is normal, hell the thoughts I have certainly aren’t. And I doubt you wanna be with someone who has so much shit going on with them-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Peter interrupted, waving his hands in front of my face. “Who said anything about me not wanting to be with you?”

I scoffed. “I mean, it’s a no brainer, Peter. You saw me just now. I mean, sometimes I break down over the dumbest shit-”

“It’s not dumb if it makes you upset,” he said, his tone a bit harsh.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. No one had ever really validated my feelings like that before.

“I-”

“No, y/n. Why would you think any of this would be a problem for me? I mean… No, nevermind, I understand why you would think that. You can’t help it right? But listen to me.” He placed his hands on my arms, making sure I was focusing on him. “No matter how messed up you think you are… you’ll always be my favorite person, y/n. You don’t have to hide how you feel, you don’t need to be scared. If you’re having a bad day, tell me, and we can have a bad day together. We can lay in bed all day and munch on food that will probably take years off of our life, we can do anything you want. Just tell me, okay? If something ever happened to you… shit, y/n.”

He then pulled me into a bone crushing hug, holding onto me as if I’d disappear if he let me go.

“That’s my worst nightmare. I could handle being kicked out of the avengers or any other terrible stuff. But losing you? Just thinking about it breaks my heart, baby.”

I felt the tears rising once again as I took in what he said, not used to hearing someone say these things to me. Leave it to Peter Parker to make me feel completely vulnerable and open, something I usually hated. I immediately relaxed in his embrace, letting out a soft cry as my arms wrapped around his waist and I buried my face in his neck.

“I love you, Peter,” I muttered softly, my heart skipping when I felt Peter’s lips against my temple, smiling against my skin.

“I love you too, y/n. Please don’t ever forget that.”

Maybe opening up a bit wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.

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ms-rampage · 4 years ago

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I sent in a message about domming demon!dean but idk if it went through cuz the crappy mobile app crashed as I sent it lol just let me know xD

Sure I've beening wanting to write some Dom Demon Dean (try saying that fast) for quite while. 😁😊

A Little Piece of He(ll)aven

Requested by: @stillintheimpala 😁

Its a bit lengthy only because I got carried away. 😅😅

Word count: I have no idea 😂😂

Dom!Demon Dean + F!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: some language, SMUTTY, Choking, Daddy kink, spanking, oral (female reciving), teasing, unprotected sex.

Ever since Dean was killed by that douchebag Metatron, he came back a demon. Yep that's right a demon.

The fucking Mark of Cain resurrected him, and he turned into a Knight of Hell.

Sam and Cas left the bunker to find some answers leaving you behind to watch over the joint.

Cas obliged you to stay away from Dean until they figured something out, and in which you heed. The last thing you wanted was to get killed by "Dean".

You were flipping through the pages of the book you were reading, trying to find something that'll get the Mark off of Dean. So far you found nothing, you went through what felt like every book in the library.

You leaned back in your seat, stretching your arms and neck out, sighing, placing your hands over your face, rubbing it. You looked down at your book, trying to concentrate and the sound of plates, and pans moving, makes you snap your neck in the direction of the kitchen.

You get up from your seat, gun ready in hand, walking towards the kitchen. You were certain you were by yourself.

You make it to the kitchen, hiding behind the wall, you jump in, pistol aimed at whatever was in the kitchen.

Nothing, no a soul was in there.

You sigh in annoyance, and walk back to the library.

When you walk in, and see Dean sitting on the table, smirking at you.

You gasp loudly, dropping your gun, you felt your heart fall out of your ass, your hands shaking out of fear.

"Yep this is it. This is how I die" you thought to yourself.

"Hey Y/n" he says, with a malicious look in his eyes.

"Wha-what what are y-you doing h-here??" you studder, out of fear.

He shrugs, "I thought I come by and see you" he stands up from the table.

You stand there frozen in fear as he circles you. Like shark circling its vulnerable prey.

He moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. You feel his eyes burning into your flesh.

You can feel the heat of his body radiate behind you. You can feel his breath on your ear, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Maybe have some fun with you" he purrs into your ear. His hands gripping your hips, pulling them closer to him.

You don't know if you should be terrified, or turned on. But you are definitely fearing for your life.

"Whats wrong y/n?" he teases. "I thought you found me irresistible?"

You don't say anything because you're too scared to even make a sound, all you can do is look at Dean. Even if you didn't know he was a demon, you would tell if he is or not. He attitude and behavior are different from what Dean usually acts like.

He stands in front of you, his hands still gripping your hips, digging his fingers into your jeans.

"Are you gonna kill me??" you mutter out of fear.

He tilts his head to the right, lifting your chin up with his finger.

"No" he says.

That wasn't the response you were expecting.

"But I am looking for some action" he says, his eyes filled with lust.

The next thing you knew, you teleport to your bedroom but it looked different, it was dimly lit and the bed sheets weren't the ones you had on when you woke up that morning.

You turn around, and see Dean slowly approaching you. His next movements catch you by surpise.

He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at him.

You cry out in pain but that only sets fuel to the fire.

"So responsive" he teases, smirking down at you.

With one hand, he undoes your pants and slips his hand between your legs. Cupping you, feeling your wet folds.

"Already wet for me huh?" he purrs. You try your best to hold back your moans.

He removes his hand from your pants, letting go of your hair and pushes you onto the bed.

"Strip" he orders.

"What?" you say, pretending you didn't hear him.

"I said strip. Don't make me tell you again" he orders again.

You do as your told, and undo the rest of your pants, taking your shoes off first. You stand up, and you can feel his eyes on you, as you take off your flannel and tank top. Exposing your lace burgundy bra, and you matching panties. You hear Dean groan in frustration, his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him.

He pushes you down onto the bed again, you look up at him as he stood in front of you, looking down at your body.

He grabs the hem of your panties, and pulls them off of you, tossing them on the floor. The cold air hits your wet core, you were about to close your legs but Dean forces them to stay open.

Shaking his head "Be a good girl for daddy, and get yourself nice and wet for me" he says, with an intense lustful look in his eyes.

You slip two fingers into your wet core, making circular motions on your clit. After a few minutes you look up at Dean, his eyes completely blackened. You didn't realize you were slowly down your movements on your wet pussy.

"Keep going" he orders you. Startling you.

You keep touching yourself, until you feel a slight knot in your stomach. You were so close to cumming when Dean grabs your hand forcing you to stop.

You look up at him, and he's already positioned his head between your legs. He makes intense eye contact with you before eating you out.

He digs his fingers into your hips, pulling you closer to him as he eats your soaking pussy. Your moans get caught in your throat and you are unable to speak, or make any sounds.

Gripping the bed sheets, as his tongue works on your wet folds. His face buried deep between your legs, licking, and sucking at your wet clit.

"A little piece of heaven" he mumbles, not removing his head from between your legs.

"Or Hell" he says lifting his head up, eyes blackened, before going back into your wet folds.

His hands creep up your sides, and he manages to undo your bra. You remove it, tossing it on the floor, his hands cupping your breasts, playing with your erect nipples as he continues to eat you out.

You were so close to cumming in his face when he pulls away. Making you whimper.

"Nah uh uh baby girl. You're gonna cum when I tell you to cum. Is that clear?"

You nod your head "Yes" you say softly.

"Sorry? Didn't catch that"

"Yes daddy" you say softly.

"Still didn't catch that baby girl" he teases.

"Yes daddy yes" you say louder.

"Good girl" he encourages.

He undoes his pants pulling them down, taking off his boxers, and shoes in the process exposing his hard cock. You never realize how big Dean is, it never even occurred to you.

"Like what you see?" he says, with a lustful grin. Standing in front of you completely nude.

You nod you head, biting your lip, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second.

"Use your words" he says sternly. "Do you like what you see?" he asks again with more authority, hovering over you.

"Yes, yes daddy" you say, looking up at him.

He smirks at you, his face very close to yours. Your noses touching.

"Good, because I'm gonna make you scream" he whispers in your ear.

His cock brushes your entrance, he teases you by only inserting, and removing his tip in you. Making you whimper in frustration. You want him inside you. You want him to fuck you. You want him to make you cum.

"Dean, plea-please" you whimper.

"Please what baby girl?" he continues to tease you.

"Fu-fuck me, please" you whimper again.

"Thats all you had to say" he coos.

He shoves his hard cock into your wet core, making your whole body vibrate. His hips colliding with yours, rocking your body. You cry out in pleasure, only for Dean's hand to be wrapped around your throat, restricting your airway.

"Look at you, you look so cute when you're desperate" he teases you again, as his cock drags along your wet walls.

He tightens his grip around your throat, tears run down your cheeks. You start to turn blue a little, and he loosens his grasp around your throat. You gasp loudly for air, and his lips crash against yours. His fingers pressed against your hips. Your hands roam his back as he fucks you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, your tongues wrestling with each other. You can taste yourself in his mouth.

He moves down to your neck, biting and sucking at your skin. Making a bruise. Your fingers tangled in his hair, he grabs another handful of your hair, making your neck more accessible, he continues to bite and suck on it, leaving behind teeth marks, and bruises. You feel his cock twitch in you, fucking you harder than he was before, you scream as his cock penetrates you, and he cums inside you, not allowing you to cum just yet.

"Oohh y/n" he moans, as he rocks your hips against his.

He flips you over onto your stomach, pulling your hair again, forcing you on your hands and knees. He doesn't even give you a warning, or give you a chance to prepare yourself. He shoves his hard cock into your cunt, you scream out in pleasure as he penatrates you again.

"Thats right y/n" he moans. "Scream, let it out"

He shoves his cock into you again, making you scream, and cry out again.

"Dea-Dean please" you plead.

"Please what y/n?"

"I'm gonna-gonna cum" you whimper.

"Not until I tell you to" he tells you sternly.

You whine at his response, you need to cum, you can't hold back much longer. "Please" you whine.

He stops all his movements, and he spanks your left cheek making you yelp. You know there's gonna be a mark and its gonna hurt to sit for awhile.

"For every time you whine, you will get a punishment" he tells in a threatening manner, spanking you again on the same spot.

"Do you understand?" he asks, pulling your hair back.

"Yes, yes daddy" you say, breathless.

"Good" he says.

He continues to fuck you tight cunt. You feel his cock twitch inside you again, and before you know it he cums all over your walls for the 2nd time.

He moans loudly, pulling your head back by your hair. He continues to fuck you from behind.

"Come on y/n, cum for me" he commands you.

You arch your back, and you let yourself go, cumming all over his cock. He eases his grip on your hair. Gripping your hips, pressing them against his.

He pulls out of you, a clung string of his cum on his tip, and your cunt.

You fall on your side, rolling onto your back. Dean collapsing on top of you.

He sighs loudly, "I needed that, and so did you". He kisses your lips, rolling off of you.

You hear the bunker door open, followed by Sam calling out for you.

"Y/n!?!" he calls out.

You sit up, and look over to Dean who is now gone along with his clothes.

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Uma huffed, lifting a heap of trays in her arms, grunting from exertion as she carried them back to the kitchen. She rolled her eyes as she passed by the tv, the “royal cotillion” planners were on screen again.

It was unfair, they were born lucky with all the clothes and food they waned, while the people of the isle were lucky to be born, scrounging for scraps of food and sewing Auradons scrapes of clothes together to just wear something at night.

She tossed the trays into the sink, wiping her hands on her apron. “go ahead and get some sleep Uma, ill clean up” cook offered, gently pushing Uma out of the kitchen.

“you sure I can-“ cook shook her head, shoving her out and closing the kitchen door.

“im sure, tomorrow is your only day off, so get your rest” Uma nodded, undoing her apron and tossing it on her chair.

“Alright, see you Monday”

“see ya”

Uma’s eyes caught the tv again, the 2nd daughter of Aurora on screen again, Uma’s eye twitched at the bright and oh so happy princess.

“shes probably spoiled rotten without care for anyone else” Uma muttered, hitting the power button and shutting the tv off. “when I get out of here, they'll be the ones serving gruel.

Harry twitched in his sleep, kicking his blanket off. He was surrounded by blankets and blankets of green plants “grass” he thinks its called.

A soft bell-like laugh came from beside him, he whipped his head around, spotting the girl he had been meeting in his dreams since he was 15.

“hi~” she chimed, flattening out her sundress and smiling at him.

“hey,” he sighed, laying back on the grass he couldn’t feel “hows yer day been lass?”

“stressful, I've been planning for --muffled-- for the last two months,” she sighed, making harry frown.

“that sucks” he muttered, reaching out and playing with a loose thread on her denim jacket “didn’t yeh say yer friends helpin’ yeh?”

“Yeah but she's busy with the other half and im helping --muffled-- with making outfits for the event and --muffled-- keeps bothering me about my sister and it's just a lot” she sighed again and looks down at him smiling, the light obscuring her face other than her lips. “so how have you been?”

“ugh” harry groaned, rubbing his face “bad, my dad’s been havin’ me work double shifts an’ all that’s on tv now is that cotillion trash”

He knew the girl couldn’t hear exactly what he said, as for some reason, anything that could allude to something that could find the other was muffled.

All they knew about each other was their age, gender, and favorite color. Yet the bond was growing between them every visit.

It had started back when Harry turned 15, one night waking up to a girl in a soft blue dress staring bewildered at him, her lips conveying her surprise.

“Who are you?” they had both asked.

At first, they thought the other was just a figment of their imagination, but soon they had figured out the other was real, that somehow they were connected and were able to talk to each other in their dreams once a week.

He knows that the girl was his age, was female (obviously), and her favorite color was lilac, “the perfect mix of pink and blue!” she had said. She also liked strawberry chocolate crepes and drawing.

They talked for a couple more minutes, the girl looking up as the world started to become even brighter around them. “oh, I guess its morning already huh?” she muttered, looking back down at him and smiling “see you next week?”

“See yeh next week” harry murmured back, saluting her goodbye as they woke up.

You blearily looked at your alarm clock, yawning as you sat up and clumsily hit the off button. “I still wish I knew your name” you muttered to yourself, smiling as you remembered he boy with fluffy black hair and a nice long red coat fit for a captain.

When the dreams of the boy first appeared, you confided in your mother, who had told you the same thing had happened with your father and her, dream walking, she had said.

As you got older she explained in more detail of what you could do when the fairy had blessed her at her christening, they had also given her the ability to find her true love in her dreams.

Where she had “met” your father Phillip.

Audrey was born without it apparently, pouting whenever you would gush about the boy to your parents. She never teased you about it though, being with Ben at the time.

Your cousin Ariana had been merciless about it, saying how as soon as he would see you he would run for the hills in terror, and how she would get him instead.

The boy had told you to punch her when she teased you about him again, you did, and you were grounded until you told them about her teasing.

Ariana was grounded for two months after that and had ceased in her cruel acts.

All you know about the boy was he was your age, his favorite color was red, and he loved the sea and octopuses.

You glanced at the clock one more time and sighed, finally getting out of bed and grabbing some clothes and a towel, getting ready for the day.

An hour and a half later you were all ready, tying your laces and making sure your new pink leather glove was on completely.

Your phone beeped and you quickly picked it up, seeing a text message from Ben

-hey, I need your help with some stuff after school, meet me in my office okay?-

-kay- you typed back, stuffing your phone in your pocket and tossing your Bluetooth earbuds around your neck.

Tossing your bookbag over your shoulder you walked out of your dorm and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast with Jane, Mal, and Evie.

“Hey (y/n)!” you perked up, smiling at Jane as she waved you over, picking up the last (fav fruit) you picked up your tray and quickly walked over to the table, setting your tray next to Janes and greeting the two vks.

Mal hummed numbly as she poked at her food, zoning out staring at the isle. “Mal you good?” you tilted your head, Mal jumped, looking at you surprised.

“huh!? Oh uh, yeah! Im good, perfectly good-good” she popped a strawberry in her mouth, sending a strained smile at you.

You raised your brow suspiciously but looked away as Jane started to talk about cotillion plans.

You suddenly got a text from Audrey

-hey, any new things with your dream boy-

You smiled, Audrey may be the classic mean girl to many people, but she was your sister through and through, you both knew the pressure of your grandmother and had become closer through that

-kinda, hes been stressed cuz his dads making him work double and something on tv is bugging him-

-cool, any clues?-

-no, nothing much other than hearing more pirate stuff-

-lol, with how much he talks about pirates you'd think hes from the isle-

-would you have a problem with it?-

-(nickname) there’s a difference between your true love being from the isle and someone spelling someone for the wand-

You shook your head, smiling at her “approval” of the boy who might be from the isle.

-yeah yeah I know, I gotta go, ttyl-

-ttyl <3-

You put your phone in your pocket as the bell rang, shoving the last bite of your breakfast your mouth and picking up your orange juice box.

“see you guys later!” the girls waved you goodbye as they raced to their own classes.

You glanced at your watch, 5 minutes before your class started, history of huntsman and pirates, your favorite class, ever since dream boy started to talk about them all the time.

Harry sighed, leaning against the counter at his dad's fishing shop, tapping his hook on the counter as nothing happened around him.

His mind drifted off to the dream girl, she had explained simply that she could dream walk, and had somehow connected their minds during sleep.

It was a pretty easy to believe explanation, ya know since they lived in a world filled with magic n stuff, so Harry had no reason to say she was lying.

“boy! You better not be slackin’ off!” harry jerked, scratching the counter as his father suddenly yelled.

“im not!” he yelled back, pouting as he leaned back in his chair.

He couldn’t wait to get out of here and sail the seas, free as a bird.

--end of part 2--

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